She was the kind of girl that was easy to forget. Most people are, but she had an unfortunate talent for being unremarkable. A lifetime of falling through the cracks. Sorry, I thought some else invited you. I donât think youâre scheduled today. We must have double-booked your appointment. It always hurt, but she had become used to the pain of being forgotten.
Sunlight grazes the tops of evergreen trees as his car pulls up to the cabin by the lake. Stepping out of his vehicle, he takes a moment to appreciate the reflections on the still, pristine water. A deep breath of fresh mountain air. That satisfying crunch of wood and earth beneath his boots. He holds onto the moment as he slings his bag around his shoulders and walks to the trunk of his car.
Popping the trunk, she immediately starts to writhe and scream into her gag. Her wrists are bound, and her legs are pushed up close to her chest in the small compartment. The girl kicks at him helplessly. Her shins bounce off one of his arms. His other arm rubs her back to soothe her. âShhsh, youâre okay.â He says, unfazed by her terror. âYouâre okay, Iâm not going to hurt you. Everything is going to be okay.â The man lifts her out of the trunk and carries her to the cabin.
The door swings wide. Flicking on the lights, the girl is brought into the bedroom. Her panicked frenzy resumes as she sees the cage next to the bed, the restraints on the nightstand. He tosses her gently onto the mattress and mounts her. Sitting on her stomach, knees squeezing tight to her body, she can barely move. She shakes her head and tries to push herself out to no avail.
The man unties the gag around her mouth, letting her pathetic sobs wash over him. âPlease donât hurt meâŚâ she begs, utterly defenseless. âI wonât. I promise. I wonât hurt you.â He runs his fingers across her cheeks to wipe away some tears. âPlease let me goâŚâ she sniffles. âI will, but not now. Once Iâm done, I promise Iâll let you go.â He adds, âI have no reason to lie to you.â
Her clothes are removed as she cries into the duvet. The man holds tight on her wrists as he undoes her restraints. Her shirt is removed first, torn in the struggle when he snatched her. Her arms are held up above her head as he tosses the shirt aside and grabs a pair of handcuffs. He locks her to the headboard and takes a moment to admire her braless chest. âPlease stop⌠Please donât do thisâŚâ Her voice cracked and broken through her sobbing. Ignoring the girl, he moves down to her hips.
The girlâs leggings are soaked. Either from fear or the long ride in the trunk, she had wet herself. Heâll have to wash her later, anyways. Twice would be too much work, and her piss doesnât bother him. The leggings are pulled off, revealing her thin panties. Stained dark from her accident. He starts to pull them off too, while her protestations become more demanding. âStop. Stop! STOP! I donât want to! Get off me!â The man tires of her complaints, and pushes the wet, crumpled underwear into her mouth to silence her.
He pushes his hips between her legs, spreading her open. She hopelessly yanks against the chains. His hand is pressed firmly over her gagged mouth. Her naked body tries to roll side to side, anything to stop his advance. Itâs useless. The sound of metal clicks, and leather against leather as he undoes his belt. She cries more. Pushing her head into the pillow, the manâs cock enters her wet pussy. A faint, muffled shriek as he does. Warm, tight, and deep, he uses her to relieve the stress of his long drive.
The man fucks her, smiling warmly as he watches the fight leave her body. Itâs already happening, thereâs nothing to be done. Her rolling and kicking subsides as his cock works deep into her, kissing her cervix. Aside from the forced nature of the act, heâs not particularly rough. His cock slips in and out of her without his hips smacking into hers. He is mindful to not push all his weight onto her. When she has a moment of fighting spirit and tries to kick him, he holds her legs with just enough strength to prevent it, nothing more. He enjoys her. Her eyes lose focus as she starts to disassociate. He likes that look. Pumping a little bit faster, the man wants to finish up and move on to the next parts of the process. The girl realizes what is happening and tries again to push him off her. The man groans and fucks her deeply as she struggles, cumming deep into her unprotected pussy.
The bath is warm. Gently, he washes away the mess she made, and the mess he made of her. The girl wonât look at him. Sheâs unrestrained but doesnât fight as he carefully cleans her. They donât speak. There is nothing to say. After the bath he dries her with a warm towel and starts to dress her in flannel pajamas. She pushes against his arms as he pulls up the bottoms. He relents and gives her the dignity of dressing herself.
Her shred of dignity doesnât last long. Returning to the bedroom, the man guides her over to the cage. âNo.â she whispers. He pushes down on her head and bum. Having expended all her energy, she can only protest verbally. âI donât want to go in there.â He puts her inside and closes the door. She curls up and hides her face in shame. The man leaves the room and goes about his business for a while. When he returns, he has a bowl of food. Sliding it into the cage, she glares at him. The man leaves the room to eat his own dinner. He comes back after a half hour; her bowl is half empty. Sheâs curled up again. If only from exhaustion, she sleeps through the night.
Early the next morning she stirs from her deep slumber. A fleeting moment of peace, before her recollection of the day before comes rushing back to her. She tries to move her hands but finds them cuffed to the cage. Still half asleep, she looks down to see the man closing the gate. The girl starts to become more aware of whatâs happening. He left a toy for her, inside of her. She tries to squeeze it out, but the wireless device stays buried in her pussy. She lets out a gasp as he switches it on. âIâm sorry for waking you.â He plays with the settings, a strong wave, followed by a few short bursts. She spits, âFuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.â He wanders out of the bedroom again. âCareful what you wish for.â
The first hour is the hardest. She cums three times, crying and kicking against her prison. She fights against each orgasm, unintentionally edging herself. The second is easier in some ways, she only cums once, but the man comes back to watch her for most of it. By the third hour, she lays immobile in the cage, aside from the occasional twitch of her hips. The man returns, opening the cage and unlocking the cuffs. He drags her limp form out, and fishes the toy out of her pussy.
Laying her flat, the man lubes his hands and starts to play with her bum. Heâs slow. Just the tip of his finger, working into her gently. He applies more lube regularly, easing his finger into her ass. The girl trembles slightly but doesnât protest. Itâs better this way, her pussy is so overstimulated she is almost relieved by his invasion of her behind. The man ensures sheâs been properly prepared, and when he starts to have anal sex with her, he maintains his patience. More lube, starting slow. She thinks back to her only other experience with anal. A guy she dated in school, who wasnât as gentle, and called her the wrong name during the act. Somehow, she finds her current experience less humiliating.
Dazed, the girl comes to as he finishes. The girl feels his cum splatter onto her back. The girl lays still on the floor. The man sits next to her, stretching. She asks again, âPlease let me go.â He sits in silence for a while. âWould it be easier for you if you knew? How long before I let you go?â She pushes her face into the ground. âI donât know.â The room is quiet. A few minutes go by, it feels like an hour. âHow long?â She turns her face to look up at him. âThree days, in total. Youâre almost halfway.â Her face turns back down. âAnd youâll let me go? And you wonât hurt me?â He touches her. âYes, I promise.â
That night, she sucks his cock. Heâs sitting on the bed while she kneels in front of him. Her pussy is still throbbing, less so than earlier. The man watches her head bob up and down. When she pushes his dick deep into her throat, he sees his cum painting her back. His hands run through her hair, but donât push her any deeper. Her eyes are closed. She tries her best and tells herself that it will be over faster if she does well. He pulls her back as he starts to finish, cumming onto her chest. Afterwards he lets her shower on her own, dry herself off, and dress herself again. She returns to the bedroom, and he guides her into the cage to sleep.
The next morning, he fucks her on the bed. They start with her kneeling, while he stands behind her. Holding her hips to guide her, not to force her. She starts to sob again when he finishes inside her pussy. They have breakfast, she eats from her bowl. The man dresses her in lingerie, a black slip. Back to the bed, he relaxes while she gives him a blowjob. He finishes onto her new dress. He puts her back into her cage to rest for a while, wrapping her in a warm blanket. A light lunch. She hasnât been drinking enough water, and so he insists she finish her bottle. The man fucks the girl on the bed again. Missionary, she looks into his eyes occasionally, when he looks back her eyes dart away. More rest, then he has his way with her again. Standing, in front of the mirror. She looks at the cum stained slip hanging off her body. Dinner. Anal sex. Another bath and she crawls into the cage to sleep.
She wakes up before him and watches him sleep for a while. He gets up, feeds her breakfast, lets her out to use the bathroom and wash up. When she comes out, heâs sitting on the couch. Next to him is the clothes she arrived in, repaired, washed, and folded. She eyes the pile suspiciously. He smiles, âYouâre going home soon. One last time.â He has her climb on top of him. The man takes a collar from his pocket and puts it on her neck. She guides his cock inside of him and starts to bounce up and down. He leans back and watches her fuck herself. Her head hangs down, staring at his chest. âIâll miss you.â Tears start to run down her face. âIâll remember you.â She buries herself into him and cries.
The car pulls away. She walks slowly up to her apartment. The girl puts the collar on her nightstand. She checks her phone, still plugged in where she left it. No new messages. The next day she goes to work. Nobody asks her about her weekend. She returns home and eats alone. That night she lies awake, staring at the collar.
The girl takes a moment to appreciate the reflections on the still, pristine water. A deep breath of fresh mountain air. That satisfying crunch of wood and earth beneath her feet. She holds onto the moment as she clicks the collar around her neck and walks to the cabin door.
