Fracturing the Line Between Order and Chaos

Another week passed; another series of days getting broken into your new norm. Despite the mental torment, you couldn’t deny that you felt yourself enjoying their company after a while. It wasn’t that you were ecstatic when Steven would come into the room, eyes dark, cock hard and hungry for you, but the pain had started to bother you much less as you got used to it, and they all made it a priority to make sure you enjoyed yourself.

In fact, you’d started allowing yourself to bask in the pleasure they each afforded you.

If you were going to be stuck there, at least for the time being, why not enjoy having Steven’s over sensitive cock buried so deep inside of you there was no way he couldn’t hit the spot? He was going to do it anyway, so there was no point to fight or continue crying as though a part of you, even if it was only the physical part, enjoyed a small piece of this insanity that was now your life.

It was temporary though. You weren’t going to stay there forever. You couldn’t stay there forever. You missed your family, your friends, your life outside of that house.

You missed your freedom…right?

Jake adjusted his tie in the mirror, turning his head from side to side to make sure he looked like, well, him. He tousled his hair in front of his eyes, parting it to the right. With smooth leather gloves adorning his hands, he walked out of their room and made his way to yours.

When he opened the door he was glad to see you already in your pretty little lingerie set he’d bought you. It was silky, covering you up just enough to make his imagination run wild. Of course, he already knew what every inch of your body had to offer, but seeing you naked wasn’t the fun part for Jake.

No.

Jake liked to think about all the ways he could get the silken undergarments off of you. Would he make you dance for him? Stripping off piece after piece until you were completely bare? Or would he want the pleasure of taking it off, teasing you until every fiber of cloth was dripping in your arousal before letting it all fall to the ground? Would he hold you at gunpoint just to watch you cry? Ever since that first night the gun was never loaded, but you didn’t need to know that.

“Princesa, vamos,” he ordered, beckoning you to follow him from the room.

You’d become so good at pretending, that your cunt was already soaking before you entered his study. At least, you kept telling yourself that you were pretending. That was Jake’s room. It smelled like him, a mix of tobacco, leather, and bourbon. You liked the smell, it felt comforting in some way. Jake was different from the other two.

Marc was always in pain, eyes full of lust but etched with an air of guilt hidden behind them. Steven…Steven always had a kindness to his eyes, and an unpredictability that made him terrifying to you. There was no telling what would upset him, and alternatively what would please him. Sometimes you didn’t know Steven’s rules until it was too late, and he was bruising your behind nearly bloody.

Jake on the other hand…Jake was predictable and clear about his feelings and intentions.

Jake sat in his large leather chair, legs spread and shoulders relaxed. He nodded to you, an order to fill his glass with bourbon, which you did obediently and without question. They’d trained you so well that you hardly thought about anything other than what they may want from you next. You brought him the glass, and he thanked you, the way he always did in that smooth, sultry way that he knew made you squirm.

“Sit,” he demanded, patting his lap, and you did. He brought the glass to your lips, “drink.”

You sipped the bourbon, coughing and covering your mouth. You didn’t like the taste, not like you enjoyed the wine, but any time they gave you alcohol you were eager to drink it. The more numb you could be, the better you felt when they fucked you.

He pulled you back so your spine was against his chest. One of his gloved hands rested in the space between your thigh and your hip, right in that crevice. His grip was possessive and commanding, and you felt yourself aching deep in your center. There was still a frustrating conflict between pleasure and the common sense in your mind telling you to run every time they touched you.

“T-thank you, Jake,” you said, breathing out a moan when you felt his lips against the side of your neck.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, bebita,” he whispered against your skin.

Those fingers that were on your hip moved into your lace panties, the middle finger sliding between your wet lips. He hummed in approval, noticing right away how aroused you were before anything significant had even happened. You shifted, and then you felt his growing bulge, now apparent and threatening the seam of his slacks.

“Hm, so wet. Is this all for me?” He slipped a finger into your pussy without further warning, and your walls fluttered in response. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes, J-Jake,” you managed to breathe out, rocking your hips against his hand.

He pulled his hand away from your cunt, and you nearly whined from the sudden loss. He popped his fingers into your mouth, the taste of leather and your own juices landed on your tongue. Jake ordered you to pull the glove off, and of course you did, gently taking the leather between your top and bottom teeth and pulling it from his hand. He balled up the glove and shoved it into your mouth, and then did the same with the other, rendering you speechless.

He tipped his head back and finished off his drink before setting it down on the side table roughly. With his strong, bare hands, he turned you around so you were straddling him. He pulled out his pocket knife, running the cool, sharp blade against your breast. You knew better than to make a sound, you could only pray that this wasn’t the time that he decided you weren’t worth keeping anymore. A shudder rolled through your body along with a desperate whimper, a quiet plea for your life.

“Sh,” he cooed, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just undressing you, sweetheart.”

The words that were meant to reassure you did no such thing. You still felt just anxious, if not more so now than before. You held onto his shoulders, gripping them tight as he used the blade of his knife to cut through thread after thread of the fabric he’d adorned you in. You weren’t sure if he did it on purpose, or by accident, but the blade nicked you, just above your left nipple. A choked gasp punched out around the gloves in your mouth.

“Oh no, sweetheart, are you alright?” He made the face a parent might make at their child when he held your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your skin gently. “My mistake. Let me kiss it better.”

The pain was quickly replaced by pleasure when his mouth covered the small wound. He dropped the blade on the side table with a loud clank before he used both hands to grip your asscheeks, pulling you down against his, now very hard, bulge. You moaned, eyes rolling back as you felt the fabric on his pants drag along your clit. He pulled back, hands ridding you of your lingerie, what was left of it anyway.

Quickly, he unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down, just enough for his cock to spring free and slap against your abdomen. You looked down at it, the tip hot and leaking against your skin. You felt a swell in your chest at the sight of it. You wanted it. You fucking needed it.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, sweetheart,” he ordered breathlessly, and you - embarrassingly - wasted no time at all complying.

You rose up on your knees, using one of your hands to line your hole up with his leaking tip, and then you sat down, filling yourself with his length all at once. A muffled groan rolled out of your mouth around the gloves. Your eyes fluttered and your hips slowly started rising and falling in his lap, riding his cock in a steady rhythm. Jake’s strong hands squeezed tightly on the meat of your ass, guiding you at his preferred pace.

The room was filled with the sounds of his heavy grunts which shot straight to your core, making your cunt throb every time you heard him. They’d been successful in conditioning your body to react to their pleasure. The feeling of Jake’s cock twitching inside of you with each plunge downward made your pussy wetter and wetter with every pass. One of his hands reached up and rested against your throat, not enough to choke you, but just enough to remind you who was in charge.

“Fuck, that’s it bebita, fuck my cock, just like that,” he nearly growled as he rutted his hips upward into you, cock grazing the deepest parts of your tight little hole.

Jake couldn’t stand to hear you silent or muffled any longer and reached into your mouth, pulling out both gloves to free up your lips for him. He cupped the back of your head and pulled you down into a deep, heated kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth hungrily. You tasted like him, which made him feel even more eager to fuck into you harder. 

You gasped at the sudden change of pace, crying out as you swore you felt some organs move out of place to make room just for Jake. He swallowed every wail, closing his mouth over yours again and again. You felt yourself getting carried away in the moment, letting your fingers tangle with the curls on the back of his head and simultaneously letting your own tongue roll into his mouth. Everything felt good, and you wanted to blame it on the bourbon, but this time you just couldn’t.

“Oh mi princesa, you feel so good, no matter what we do to you…” he said breathlessly, “you still feel like heaven.”

You gulped and looked down at him with eyes hooded and lips parted. You wanted to reply with something nasty, telling him what a freak he was or spout about how disgusting he made you feel, but you couldn’t. Instead you kept moving on him, becoming more and more pliant the closer you got to your orgasm. There was no fighting it, not for a second longer.

You needed them, each one of them, so, so badly.

All the more reason to escape. You were quickly becoming far too comfortable there.

Jake could see your eyes glazing over and your mind going elsewhere so he quickly grabbed your jaw, holding it firmly and forcing you to look him in the eye. He kept his gaze trained on you, never averting his eyes while he continued fucking upward into you roughly. You whimpered and Jake silenced you again with his mouth on yours, moaning against your pretty lips.

It worked. His harsh treatment grounded you in the moment and made you forget about your thoughts of escape almost instantly. His teeth closed down on your bottom lip and he pulled back, releasing and letting it snap back against your teeth. You whined again, though not from the pain, instead it was the overwhelming pleasure that forced those pathetic sounds from you.

“Mm, si, that’s it, princesa. I like to hear you,” he breathed, movements becoming more erratic and desperate as his length stiffened against your walls.

“J-Jake, Jake I’m gonna…I’m gonna–”

“Do it, come on my cock,” he demanded. “Don’t you fucking hold back, bebita. Give me everything,” he ordered, head falling back as he felt your cunt squeeze around his girth.

You came, nearly on demand, a series of soft moans spilling from your lips as your body trembled over his. You felt a searing heat in your core as he filled your throbbing cunt, hot ropes of spend filling you so full it dripped out of you and onto his lap. Your mind went white, clouded in a pleasant fog that made you forget about everything, including running away, including how afraid they’d made you previously

After a moment, you fell back to earth from your blissful high, returning to the world where you were a prisoner, and where you were still in very, very, real danger of being hurt beyond repair and possibly killed in the process. In contrast to your thoughts, Jake was gentle in helping you down from his lap, and even more gentle in cleaning the mess he’d made inside of you. He looked up at you, and when you looked down you noticed a pretty glint in those brown eyes, ones that showed a sign of deep rooted, unrivaled affection for you.

No matter what you tried to tell yourself, breaking away from that feeling of being wanted by them was proving harder than you ever thought it would be.

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Another week passed; another series of days getting broken into your new norm. Despite the mental torment, you couldn’t deny that you felt yourself enjoying their company after a while. It wasn’t that you were ecstatic when Steven would come into the room, eyes dark, cock hard and hungry for you, but the pain had started to bother you much less as you got used to it, and they all made it a priority to make sure you enjoyed yourself.

In fact, you’d started allowing yourself to bask in the pleasure they each afforded you.

If you were going to be stuck there, at least for the time being, why not enjoy having Steven’s over sensitive cock buried so deep inside of you there was no way he couldn’t hit the spot? He was going to do it anyway, so there was no point to fight or continue crying as though a part of you, even if it was only the physical part, enjoyed a small piece of this insanity that was now your life.

It was temporary though. You weren’t going to stay there forever. You couldn’t stay there forever. You missed your family, your friends, your life outside of that house.

You missed your freedom…right?

Jake adjusted his tie in the mirror, turning his head from side to side to make sure he looked like, well, him. He tousled his hair in front of his eyes, parting it to the right. With smooth leather gloves adorning his hands, he walked out of their room and made his way to yours.

When he opened the door he was glad to see you already in your pretty little lingerie set he’d bought you. It was silky, covering you up just enough to make his imagination run wild. Of course, he already knew what every inch of your body had to offer, but seeing you naked wasn’t the fun part for Jake.

No.

Jake liked to think about all the ways he could get the silken undergarments off of you. Would he make you dance for him? Stripping off piece after piece until you were completely bare? Or would he want the pleasure of taking it off, teasing you until every fiber of cloth was dripping in your arousal before letting it all fall to the ground? Would he hold you at gunpoint just to watch you cry? Ever since that first night the gun was never loaded, but you didn’t need to know that.

“Princesa, vamos,” he ordered, beckoning you to follow him from the room.

You’d become so good at pretending, that your cunt was already soaking before you entered his study. At least, you kept telling yourself that you were pretending. That was Jake’s room. It smelled like him, a mix of tobacco, leather, and bourbon. You liked the smell, it felt comforting in some way. Jake was different from the other two.

Marc was always in pain, eyes full of lust but etched with an air of guilt hidden behind them. Steven…Steven always had a kindness to his eyes, and an unpredictability that made him terrifying to you. There was no telling what would upset him, and alternatively what would please him. Sometimes you didn’t know Steven’s rules until it was too late, and he was bruising your behind nearly bloody.

Jake on the other hand…Jake was predictable and clear about his feelings and intentions.

Jake sat in his large leather chair, legs spread and shoulders relaxed. He nodded to you, an order to fill his glass with bourbon, which you did obediently and without question. They’d trained you so well that you hardly thought about anything other than what they may want from you next. You brought him the glass, and he thanked you, the way he always did in that smooth, sultry way that he knew made you squirm.

“Sit,” he demanded, patting his lap, and you did. He brought the glass to your lips, “drink.”

You sipped the bourbon, coughing and covering your mouth. You didn’t like the taste, not like you enjoyed the wine, but any time they gave you alcohol you were eager to drink it. The more numb you could be, the better you felt when they fucked you.

He pulled you back so your spine was against his chest. One of his gloved hands rested in the space between your thigh and your hip, right in that crevice. His grip was possessive and commanding, and you felt yourself aching deep in your center. There was still a frustrating conflict between pleasure and the common sense in your mind telling you to run every time they touched you.

“T-thank you, Jake,” you said, breathing out a moan when you felt his lips against the side of your neck.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, bebita,” he whispered against your skin.

Those fingers that were on your hip moved into your lace panties, the middle finger sliding between your wet lips. He hummed in approval, noticing right away how aroused you were before anything significant had even happened. You shifted, and then you felt his growing bulge, now apparent and threatening the seam of his slacks.

“Hm, so wet. Is this all for me?” He slipped a finger into your pussy without further warning, and your walls fluttered in response. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes, J-Jake,” you managed to breathe out, rocking your hips against his hand.

He pulled his hand away from your cunt, and you nearly whined from the sudden loss. He popped his fingers into your mouth, the taste of leather and your own juices landed on your tongue. Jake ordered you to pull the glove off, and of course you did, gently taking the leather between your top and bottom teeth and pulling it from his hand. He balled up the glove and shoved it into your mouth, and then did the same with the other, rendering you speechless.

He tipped his head back and finished off his drink before setting it down on the side table roughly. With his strong, bare hands, he turned you around so you were straddling him. He pulled out his pocket knife, running the cool, sharp blade against your breast. You knew better than to make a sound, you could only pray that this wasn’t the time that he decided you weren’t worth keeping anymore. A shudder rolled through your body along with a desperate whimper, a quiet plea for your life.

“Sh,” he cooed, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just undressing you, sweetheart.”

The words that were meant to reassure you did no such thing. You still felt just anxious, if not more so now than before. You held onto his shoulders, gripping them tight as he used the blade of his knife to cut through thread after thread of the fabric he’d adorned you in. You weren’t sure if he did it on purpose, or by accident, but the blade nicked you, just above your left nipple. A choked gasp punched out around the gloves in your mouth.

“Oh no, sweetheart, are you alright?” He made the face a parent might make at their child when he held your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your skin gently. “My mistake. Let me kiss it better.”

The pain was quickly replaced by pleasure when his mouth covered the small wound. He dropped the blade on the side table with a loud clank before he used both hands to grip your asscheeks, pulling you down against his, now very hard, bulge. You moaned, eyes rolling back as you felt the fabric on his pants drag along your clit. He pulled back, hands ridding you of your lingerie, what was left of it anyway.

Quickly, he unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down, just enough for his cock to spring free and slap against your abdomen. You looked down at it, the tip hot and leaking against your skin. You felt a swell in your chest at the sight of it. You wanted it. You fucking needed it.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, sweetheart,” he ordered breathlessly, and you - embarrassingly - wasted no time at all complying.

You rose up on your knees, using one of your hands to line your hole up with his leaking tip, and then you sat down, filling yourself with his length all at once. A muffled groan rolled out of your mouth around the gloves. Your eyes fluttered and your hips slowly started rising and falling in his lap, riding his cock in a steady rhythm. Jake’s strong hands squeezed tightly on the meat of your ass, guiding you at his preferred pace.

The room was filled with the sounds of his heavy grunts which shot straight to your core, making your cunt throb every time you heard him. They’d been successful in conditioning your body to react to their pleasure. The feeling of Jake’s cock twitching inside of you with each plunge downward made your pussy wetter and wetter with every pass. One of his hands reached up and rested against your throat, not enough to choke you, but just enough to remind you who was in charge.

“Fuck, that’s it bebita, fuck my cock, just like that,” he nearly growled as he rutted his hips upward into you, cock grazing the deepest parts of your tight little hole.

Jake couldn’t stand to hear you silent or muffled any longer and reached into your mouth, pulling out both gloves to free up your lips for him. He cupped the back of your head and pulled you down into a deep, heated kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth hungrily. You tasted like him, which made him feel even more eager to fuck into you harder. 

You gasped at the sudden change of pace, crying out as you swore you felt some organs move out of place to make room just for Jake. He swallowed every wail, closing his mouth over yours again and again. You felt yourself getting carried away in the moment, letting your fingers tangle with the curls on the back of his head and simultaneously letting your own tongue roll into his mouth. Everything felt good, and you wanted to blame it on the bourbon, but this time you just couldn’t.

“Oh mi princesa, you feel so good, no matter what we do to you…” he said breathlessly, “you still feel like heaven.”

You gulped and looked down at him with eyes hooded and lips parted. You wanted to reply with something nasty, telling him what a freak he was or spout about how disgusting he made you feel, but you couldn’t. Instead you kept moving on him, becoming more and more pliant the closer you got to your orgasm. There was no fighting it, not for a second longer.

You needed them, each one of them, so, so badly.

All the more reason to escape. You were quickly becoming far too comfortable there.

Jake could see your eyes glazing over and your mind going elsewhere so he quickly grabbed your jaw, holding it firmly and forcing you to look him in the eye. He kept his gaze trained on you, never averting his eyes while he continued fucking upward into you roughly. You whimpered and Jake silenced you again with his mouth on yours, moaning against your pretty lips.

It worked. His harsh treatment grounded you in the moment and made you forget about your thoughts of escape almost instantly. His teeth closed down on your bottom lip and he pulled back, releasing and letting it snap back against your teeth. You whined again, though not from the pain, instead it was the overwhelming pleasure that forced those pathetic sounds from you.

“Mm, si, that’s it, princesa. I like to hear you,” he breathed, movements becoming more erratic and desperate as his length stiffened against your walls.

“J-Jake, Jake I’m gonna…I’m gonna–”

“Do it, come on my cock,” he demanded. “Don’t you fucking hold back, bebita. Give me everything,” he ordered, head falling back as he felt your cunt squeeze around his girth.

You came, nearly on demand, a series of soft moans spilling from your lips as your body trembled over his. You felt a searing heat in your core as he filled your throbbing cunt, hot ropes of spend filling you so full it dripped out of you and onto his lap. Your mind went white, clouded in a pleasant fog that made you forget about everything, including running away, including how afraid they’d made you previously

After a moment, you fell back to earth from your blissful high, returning to the world where you were a prisoner, and where you were still in very, very, real danger of being hurt beyond repair and possibly killed in the process. In contrast to your thoughts, Jake was gentle in helping you down from his lap, and even more gentle in cleaning the mess he’d made inside of you. He looked up at you, and when you looked down you noticed a pretty glint in those brown eyes, ones that showed a sign of deep rooted, unrivaled affection for you.

No matter what you tried to tell yourself, breaking away from that feeling of being wanted by them was proving harder than you ever thought it would be.

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