The table is cold, and hard. My knees feel bruised from how long I’ve been trapped in that position, my wrists rubbed raw from twisting them in the metal shackles. My neck had the same treatment as my wrists; once again, I find myself manhandled into a position where I can’t move. I can feel my aching pussy, wet and throbbing, waiting for what was next.

I don’t want this.

Everything he’s doing to me, everything he’s already done, is like some horrible nightmare that I can’t escape from. He’s too large. Too strong. Too powerful. Something about him is intriguing; I can’t get the image of his scar out of my head. What happened to him to make him want to treat me like this? I’m afraid of him. My body betrays me, makes him think I want it. 

But I don’t want this, do I?

I hear a click and once more the toy takes to it’s incessant buzzing, vibrating rapidly against my cervix. I can see his arm moving, can guess what he was doing to himself as he sits behind me in that leather chair, watching. My legs spasm and my folds milk the toy against my will, traitorously seeking release. I clamp my hands together, digging my nails into my palms repeatedly in the hopes of a distraction from the edge that is so near. He said he wouldn’t fuck me if I don’t come. 

I hope he wasn’t lying.

The toy hits a higher frequency and a high-pitched moan escapes my lips; I can’t help it. The pleasure grows nearer and nearer, and I press my lips together, trying with all my might to push it away. I won’t do it.

I won’t scream for him.

He is angry, I know. By denying him my screams, denying him the fuck that he wants, I still hold some power, and I hold onto that as the vibrations reach that final level. I see something small fly through the air and clatter to the floor in front of me: it’s the remote to the toy. The vibrating isn’t going to stop this time. I whimper. 

“You know, you really shouldn’t test me, pet,” I hear his voice, slithering menacingly into the air like a snake. Something wet traces my sensitive organs, and I try in vain to pull away from the offending touch. My wrists keep me still. Fingers plunge into my center, and he pushes the toy deeper still, placing further pressure on that spot that sends me into eternal bliss every time it’s stimulated.

Still I fight.

I can tell he’s impressed by me, how hard I fight him. It’s a game to him, a power play, a battle of wills. It’s why he’s spent the last six months torturing me daily. It’s a game that I know he will eventually win. But right now, I refuse to break. I hold on to the hope that one day, I will get free.

Something sharp pinches the skin on the backs of my thighs repeatedly, and I cry out. It’s painful. I realize it’s his teeth. He always has to mark me, as if I were a work of art that he’s creating, a brand new canvas with each new position. He brushes the marks softly with his fingers, and I tremble at the touch. My body once more betrays me. The fingers trail down to my clit, circling it the way he knows I like, and I can’t help myself. My hips press into the touch.

Because I want this.

His hands leave my body abruptly and he stands. I watch him tuck his impressive length back into his pants. How can this not be affecting him? He rounds the table and crouches in front of me, tangling his fingers in my hair as I gaze at his face. His hideously scarred, beautiful face.

“I’ll be back in a little while, pet. Hopefully by then you’ll have decided whether you’d prefer to be fucked by the toy, or my cock.”

His lips attack mine, leaving me gasping for air. Wait, he’s leaving? He walks away, kicking the remote out of his way as he heads for the door. All my resolve leaves me instantly.

“No wait, please. Don’t leave me here like this, turn it off. Please, turn it off; Daddy please!!”

I cringe at the use of the moniker he’d demanded. It’s humiliating, and I hate using it. But as the door closes behind him, the toy still buzzing, my thighs still quaking, my cunt still dripping, the thought of being left here like this for hours is too much. I begin to scream.

“NO! Daddy please, I want you to fuck me; I want your cock, please! Fuck me with your cock, Daddy, don’t leave me here! I want you Daddy, I want you, please! DADDY!!!”

I was broken.

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Tears fell freely as I watched the door open. I didn’t want him to see me cry, but I couldn’t control them, couldn’t stop them. He crouched in front of me again, his fingers going straight for my hair. It almost felt kind. Almost.

“Have you made up your mind, pet?”

I nodded as best I could, submissive words tumbling from my mouth before I could stop them.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I already am fucking you, pet. You’ll have to be more specific.”

I closed my eyes, mentally trying to engage myself in this conversation. He was going to make me say things I didn’t want to, and my Stubbornness was fighting it, hard. I ignored her.

“With your cock.”

He scratched my head softly through my hair, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Can you ask nicely?”

I closed my eyes. Stubbornness pursed her lips in defiance. I shut her up.

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“Please”--I swallowed thickly--“Daddy.”

His face curled up with a wicked grin. 

“Good, pet. Again.”

Stubbornness slapped me, yelling at me to fight him. I kicked her in the stomach and locked her away in the back corner of my mind. She had no place here anymore. I took a shaky breath as a tear rolled over the bridge of my nose, and did as I was told.

“Please, Daddy, I want you to—to fuck me with your cock.”

The guttural sound he made at my compliance shook me to my core. I had just given this man--the beautiful man with the horrifying scar, the man who’s name I didn’t even know--permission to continue doing unspeakable things to me, and what was worse, I didn’t care. I wanted it. Needed it. I didn’t know if fucking was worse, but at this point, it had to be better than resisting.

I was broken. I was dead.

He stood up and walked behind me, rubbing my ass with his large hands, sinking his fingers into the depths of my folds. He pulled the silicone toy roughly from my body and tossed it next to the remote. I could see how coated it was, covered in the juice of my need. My walls flexed in anger at the lack of release; they’d been abandoned, and I felt empty. 

I heard the click of metal against metal and the growl of a zipper being opened, and soon felt the warm tip of his erection press against my hole.

“Say it one more time.”

“Daddy, please… I need it.”

The speed at which he entered me was inhuman. I gasped as I was suddenly filled beyond capacity by this man who, thanks to the hours of torture I’d been subjected to, bottomed out in one thrust. He was so large that I immediately came, an orgasm brought on solely by his size alone. I heard him groan as my abdomen clenched desperately around him, I felt his fingers wrap around my hips, digging deep. More bruises. More marks. I closed my eyes again, steeling myself for what was coming.

He pounded into me with fury, burying himself inside of me with relentless force. Every disc in my spine rippled upward as his thrusts grew stronger and more violent. The loud slap of skin on skin filled the room, as if cheering us on for this horrific act. My tears fell again and I cried out, whether from sorrow or pain or pleasure, I didn’t know. 

Wave after wave of that incredible pleasure flowed through my body. It left me gasping for air, my mind destroyed beyond repair at just how good it felt. I had never known pleasure like this in my life, had never felt so unbelievably satisfied. It tore through my core, it’s tendrils snaking rapidly around my nervous system and into the very depths of my soul. And I knew. I knew at once that this man had ruined me for all other men. 

I would never feel pleasure like this from anyone else. 

I moaned. I wailed. I sobbed. Stubbornness pounded on her door, screamed at me to resist giving him any satisfaction, but I couldn’t do it. It felt too good. My voice caught in my throat as my ability to speak left me. I saw white behind my eyes, blindness consuming me in the heat of rapture. Still, he was relentless. I could hear him grunting, panting, chasing his orgasm without a care in the world to mine. Not that it mattered, I was in a state of perpetual bliss that would only be brought down by his climax. 

His growls grew louder as his thrusts got slower, harder. I felt everything, the heaviness of his balls as they slapped my clit, the swell of his dick as it filled with seed, and the warmth of his fluidic essence as it spilled into my center. 

He unsheathed himself from my body as fast as he’d entered it, and held my hips still. My chest heaved, my sobs unrelenting as anguish washed over me. Stubbornness was silent. I’d hurt her feelings. I could see his dark eyes out of the corner of my tired ones, his gaze transfixed on his milk leaking from my body and onto my hands. 

He leaned over my body, resting his sweaty forehead on my back, momentarily catching his breath. His hands slid up my sore muscles to the shackles around my neck and released me from my confinement. I shuddered as his fingers brushed damp curls from my face, his lips pressing into my shoulder. 

I felt the restraints on my hands and ankles fall away, and I unlocked Stubborness’s door. This is my chance, let’s go! She wouldn’t come out. I attempted to prop myself up on all fours but I was weak; my hands, still slick with his seed, slipped on the cold metal table. He caught me in his arms, wrapping me close into his chest. 

“Let’s go clean you up, pet,” he whispered in my ear. The soft touch of his hands and the gentleness in his voice felt foreign, alien. The room spun and my vision blurred as I tried to stand, but he just swept me into his arms. I was weightless. The door grew closer, and the realization of what that meant hit me.

I was about to leave my cell for the first time in six months.

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I designed this table specifically for her. It’s low, and she’s on her knees; her hands are beneath her and shackled to the end of the table between her cuffed ankles. Her neck is shackled to the front. Her round, alabaster ass is displayed prominently for me; her wet, glistening folds pulsing, waiting. 

She wants this. 

She can deny it all she wants, but every denial I give her in return only shows me the truth. Her body craves me. She’s seen my face, seen the outward expression of the true horror that lies within, and yet she can’t help it. I can smell her fear, like an aphrodisiac to my senses. But I can also smell her desire.

She wants this. 

I comply with her body’s request, clicking the remote on again as I sit behind her, stroking my erection as I watch her sensitive organ fight. Her legs tense and my eyes are drawn to her clenching hands, fisting and straightening as she fights the urge to come. So long as she doesn’t, I won’t fuck her. 

But they always do.

I click to a higher notch and she keens, gasping as the pleasure heightens. I didn’t gag her this time; no, I want to hear her scream. My cock longs for it, aches for it. But she won’t do it. 

She won’t scream for me.

Angry, I turn the toy on full speed, but still she fights. I throw the remote on the floor where she can see it, showing her that the speed won’t stop this time. She whimpers. 

“You know, you really shouldn’t test me, pet.” I hiss at her, leaning forward in my chair to lick her essence from her throbbing core. God, she tastes so good. She tries to buck forward, away from my mouth but her wrists prevent her from escaping my tongue. I can feel her orgasm nearing, her heat searing my fingers as I press them into her center, pushing the vibrations harder against the place that tears her to pieces. 

Still she fights. 

I’m impressed by her strength of will. She’s shown it to me before, and I have to admit, breaking her has been the highlight of my day these last few months. I haven’t offered her what I have in mind yet, she’s not ready. She’d try to escape. I need her broken first. 

My mouth rejoins my fingers, teeth sinking into the backs of her thighs. She cries out in pain. Red, crescent-shaped marks appear, darkening her skin. They’ll be a beautiful purple tomorrow. I brushed them softly with a finger tip, revelling in the way her muscles shiver underneath my touch. I circle her clit again and this time, she bucks toward me.

She wants this. 

It’s clear to me I’m not going to get anywhere with her today and I just don’t have the patience for it right now. I stand, ignoring the painful cries of my erection as I tuck it into my pants. She needs to think it doesn’t affect me as much as it does. As she does. I round the table and crouch near her head, twisting my fingers into her locks and making sure she can see my face.

“I’ll be back in a little while, pet. Hopefully by then you’ll have decided whether you’d prefer to be fucked by the toy, or my cock.” 

I kiss her roughly, savoring the taste of her lips. As I leave, I purposefully kick the remote a little further away, bringing it back to her attention but making sure it was still in view. I hear her plead, hear her beg me to turn it off, but I ignore it. Those aren’t screams. 

The moment I closed the door behind me my throbbing member was out of my pants again and I was pumping it earnestly, the sound behind the metal bringing me over the edge as I shot my load onto the floor. 

Screams. Beautiful, erotic screams of fear; of agony. Of pain. I could hear it in her tone; she was terrified. But she wasn’t broken, not yet.

And I need her broken.

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Trapped | Part One | Part Two | Part 2.1 | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | eviF traP | Part Six | Part Seven | Finale | Epilogue |

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