Breaking Taylor

"What are you, no stop. Please Chris." I cried. David took a hold of my other wrist and both were forced under the bench and fastened. My hips were on the edge of the bench. A band went around my waist and Chris fastened it down. Again I couldn't move. The drug had not worn off completely and my vagina was still throbbing from the orgasm. I watched in horror as Chris sat between my legs with his face almost next to my vagina.

"Let's enjoy this. What do ya say?" He asked David as he began eating me out.

"Chris stop. Nooooooo." I screamed and struggled but could not shake him away from me. I thrashed my legs but he just lifted them up on his shoulders out of the way. David had knelt down next to my head; I turned to look at him.

"Remember why you're here." He said calmly.

"David, please stop him. Please don't do this to me. Please David." I begged him tearfully. I fought against the restraints on my wrists. I could feel myself responding to what Chris was doing and I hated it. I cried, my entire body wracked with the sobs. "STOP, please stop."

"You're entire life will be centered on pleasure. Learn how to experience it." David, the ever calm instructor, whispered in my ear. He brushed a strand of hair from my face.

"I don't want to experience it." I sobbed. "Please let me loose."

"Oh, but you do Taylor." David assured me. I stopped struggling and just sobbed until it was over. When Chris finished David cut me loose. I sat up and waited. I prayed they would be finished for the night.

"Come over here." Chris said to me. Slowly I did as he instructed. The plug was still in. I prayed that he was going to remove it. Instead he took one wrist and motioned for me to turn around.

"Chris, no. Please no." I begged as I realized what he was going to do. I struggled and David held me still. David turned me around as Chris took my wrists and secured them behind my back. "Please stop. Turn me loose."

"Take her back in her room." Chris instructed David. I struggled against him as he led me into the room. Chris was right behind us. David took me to the bed and sat me down.

"Please take that thing out of me." I asked. It was a little uncomfortable and causing me to still experience throbbing in my vagina.

"Are you thirsty?" David asked as he held a bottle of water.

"What? Please take it out." I asked more firmly.

"Do you want a drink or not? I won't ask again until morning." David stated. I nodded and took a drink of the drugged water. I assumed they would keep me drugged now all the time and decided I just didn't care. When I finished David took it away.

"Go to the bathroom. You will not have the opportunity to later." Chris directed.

"How can I like this?" I asked as I stood up.

"Go." He said pointing the way. I obeyed. It was difficult but not impossible. I came out and he directed me back to the bed. I knew he was not going to remove the plug or untie me.

"Chris, please haven't you done enough to me today?" I asked as he guided me into a lying position on my belly. The position made the plug tighten in my anus. "Please take that thing out."

"We're finished for the night. I'll be back after breakfast." He said as he tied my ankles together and left me like that.

"Chris, Chris please don't leave me like this." I shouted after him as he closed the door behind him. I struggled against the bonds. I knew the zip ties would hold me though and it just made the feeling of helplessness worse. The plug forced its way in me, deeper, tighter, making me try to squeeze it out. I tried to reach it but I couldn't get my hands to stretch that far. I sobbed in frustration. I heard a laugh. David was still here.

"David. David, please take this out of me." I begged. I turned so I could see him. He was standing with his arms crossed smiling at me.

"No. I tried to tell you that you should've cooperated with me. Now this is how it'll be get used to it." He looked so damned smug I wanted to slap that smile off his face.

"David. Please." I whined. The more I struggled the more the plug sent sensations through me.

"Seven days of constant stimulation. God you are sexy when you're helpless." He approached the bed. He had a glazed look in his eyes. He climbed on the bed, over me and leaned down. I fought against him. I knew what he was going to do and I fought with everything I had.

"David no. David you said you wouldn't do this. David please." I cried as he kissed my neck, my shoulders. I felt him rise up and remove his pants. He lifted me until my hips rested on my ankles. I could feel my wetness in anticipation. The drug was just taking effect and I cried. My body wanted this but I didn't. I hated this war within me. I hated that they used it against me, to torture me. He gently pushed my head down so that I was bent over, exposing my vagina to him.

"Your mouth says no, but your body is begging me." He said as he entered me. This was far worse than the dildo. I struggled against him; it only seemed to turn him on more. He groaned and forced my hips against him. I moaned. The plug filling me, his penis stimulating me was more than I could take and I moaned loudly. I had never experienced anything like this and did not ever want to again. As much as I hated it my body loved it. I could not stop from moving with him.

"David, please stop." I said almost breathlessly. I didn't sound very convincing though. He kept thrusting, deeper and harder. I screamed. I'd never been so filled before and the sensation was overwhelming. It all consumed me until I was helpless to stop it. I could feel his need, the urgency. My need was great as well. He built me up, taking me right to the edge. He pulled me up so that his breath flowed on my neck.

"How does it feel?" He whispered as he kept thrusting.

"Good." I said hating it when I said it but unable to lie. My breath was ragged and rushed. How could he do this to me? Why could he bring me pleasure like this when I didn't want him to? His arm went around me, pressing me tight into his chest. He smelled faintly of sweat.

"Do you want me to stop?" His breath whispered into my ear.

"No." I whispered back. My body had taken over. The need was too great, the pleasure too much. I moaned and pressed against him with each thrust. I wanted to turn around, wrap my arms around him and meet every movement. The bonds only enhanced the moment. His breath was hot on my neck. His lips kissed my neck. He bit me. I moaned and tensed as a wave of pleasure overtook me.

"Let go Taylor." He urged as he nipped my neck again. I hated that he could have this effect on me. I wanted to scream, to push him away but my body wouldn't let me. Together we rode this wave of passion, sweating, meeting each other building up to the release which he kept denying me of.

"David." I spoke, wanting to beg him to stop or to drive me over the edge. I was about to lose my mind in passion. His hand caressed my breasts, stimulating them. Tiny orgasms began in the pit of my belly and were building.

"Not yet Taylor, not yet." He said as his thrusts became more urgent. He buried his head against my neck. The pleasure was intense and I gave myself into it. I didn't know how or why he could do this to me and at the moment I didn't care. I sighed and moaned as he brought me to the edge.

"David, I need." He stopped me.

"Not yet." He kissed my neck, squeezed my breast. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg him to make me orgasm. We thrust in unison. Our bodies in sync, like we were meant to be together. That idea frightened me a little. I was going to lose my mind the pleasure was so great.

"David. Please." I couldn't even talk the pleasure had taken control. I moaned and he sensed my need. Both arms went around me pressing me against him.

"Now Taylor." He said then kissed my neck. I exploded. He met me. The sweat of our bodies mingling as we pressed together in the afterglow. I gasped. My entire body throbbed with pleasure. I wished I could hold him, kiss him back, anything. The bonds held me securely though, frustrating me. I was breathless with pleasure. He was right; he didn't need to rape me. He knew how to control my body to make me want him and it drove me crazy. We sat together for a long time.

"David, I think we both need a shower." I said quietly, not really wanting to let go. I had forgotten about the plug.

"Hmmm. Yes we do don't we. You smell so good when you're sweaty." He said as he nuzzled my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. How could he have this effect on me? The shivers mingled in my groin, arousing me all over again. He turned me loose and got off the bed. I knew he would cut me loose. I wouldn't be able to shower if he didn't. I waited. He cut the zip ties and freed me. I stood facing him. The passion I felt consumed me. He embraced me, pulling me to his chest. I tilted my head so that I looked into his eyes and he kissed me. I returned the kiss. When it was over I felt a bit embarrassed. I didn't speak. I just pulled away and went to the bathroom and started the shower. He climbed in with me. We showered together, washing each other. He had seduced me and I was his. He took me again in the shower. Finally we got out, dried off and went back in the other room. I had no clothes to put on so I kept the towel around me as I sat on the bed.

"David, will you take this thing out now?" I requested. He didn't reply. He laid me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. I thought he would take me again but he didn't. He turned us so that we were on the bed correctly. His hands explored my body as he kissed my lips, my cheek, and my neck.

"You just don't know what you do to me." He said as he brought my hands up above my head. With one hand he held them together. I didn't notice that he had fastened them to the headboard with a zip tie until I tried to put my arms around him.

"David." I protested. I pulled against the bonds not believing he would deny me the right to embrace him.

"Shhhh. It's late. Let's get some rest." He said as he got up and turned the lights off. In the dark I felt him slide into the bed beside me. He pulled the covers up over us and snuggled next to me. I felt him remove the towel and throw it off the bed.

"David. How can I sleep now?" I inquired. I felt the plug sending its tingling sensations through me. As much as I hated it, I wanted it. "Do I have to keep that thing in all night?"

"Yes." He answered sleepily. He pulled me closer and rested his head against me. A moment later he was snoring. In defeat I tried to relax. As I listened to his breathing it relaxed me, reassured me somehow. It soothed me and I drifted off.

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CHAPTER 21

Groggily I opened my eyes. My vision was blurred. Where was I? I moved a little, expecting to find resistance but found none. I sat up rubbing my eyes trying to focus. I was in a large room, as big as a studio apartment. I saw a door and went to it. A bathroom. I went in and splashed water on my face. I wondered where I was this time. I finished up in the bathroom and went back into the other room. David had brought breakfast in and sat it on the dining table.

"Hungry?" He said without looking at me. He was occupied by the dishes.

"Famished." I said as I sat down at the table. I took a plate and he dished out the food. We ate without speaking. When we were finished David took up the dishes and left. I sat at the table wondering what would happen next. I decided to look around. There was a nice sitting area with a few books on the end table. I looked them over. I had just set one down when Chris came in.

"Good morning." He said as he locked the door behind him. "Do you like your room?" He asked as he approached me.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.

"Shit Taylor. Let's not get into that again. You know why I brought you here." He said as he took me by the arms. "I worked hard designing this room for you. The least you can do is say thank you."

"Thank you? You really want me to thank you for holding me against my will?" I remarked in astonishment. "Let go of me." I said as I pulled against him. He refused to let me go.

"When are you going to realize you can't get away? Accept this. Things will be much better if you do." He said as he let my arms go.

"I will never accept being a prisoner here. NEVER." I spat at him. "One way or another I'll find a way out of here." I vowed.

"Taylor." He laughed. "You're on an island a thousand miles from the nearest shore. This house is as secure as a fortress. This room alone is more secure than a bank vault. How do you propose to get out?" He smiled. I stepped back away from him and he reached out, taking my arm stopping my progress.

"I don't know! But I will never accept this." I hissed. "Leave me alone."

"You don't want me to do that. I'm not the only one who can enter this room." He hinted.

"You wouldn't." I glared at him. I knew he was talking about David. I didn't want David near me and he knew it. He used it to get me to cooperate.

"Oh yes I would." He assured me. "I brought you some clothes. Clean up, get dressed. I'll be back shortly. I have a surprise for you." He commanded as he let my arm go.

"Why should I do anything you want me to?" I countered.

"Because I can make life miserable for you. Do as I say and I can make life comfortable. Your choice." He said as he left the room. The locks boomed as the door shut. I thought about what he said, more secure than a bank vault. Is that even possible? It must have cost a small fortune; I wondered where he got the money. I showered and changed. By the time I came out of the bathroom he was back. He was standing near the dining table.

"You look good." He said as he took me in his arms. I pushed against him.

"Leave me alone Chris." I demanded as I tried to free myself from him.

"I need you." He said as he pressed his face to my neck. His hand was on the back of my head, the other holding me firmly to him. When we were young I would have embraced him back, but now his touch repelled me, sickened me.

"No Chris." I stated defiantly and pushed harder against him. "Let go of me." He stepped forward, inching the way to the bed. I struggled, trying to use my feet for leverage to stop him. I couldn't. When we bumped the bed he stopped for a second. He tried to lift me and I stopped him.

"Taylor, you can't stop this." He said as he tried to force me onto the bed. I fought him. Years ago I would have loved for him to do this to me. Now, under these circumstances I didn't want to be near him.

"Stop it Chris. I don't want this. Leave me alone." I yelled at him. I knew he could take me any time he wanted but I still fought. Suddenly his hand closed around a fistful of my hair and he jerked my head back. He looked right into my eyes and what I saw terrified me.

"You will beg me to take you." He said as he drug me out of the room to another door and shoved me inside. I fell to the floor and looked up. There was a woman hanging from the ceiling by her wrists. She was gagged and naked. She saw me and tried to speak. In horror I looked back at Chris. He locked the door behind him. I ran to the far side of the room. There was no escape from him. He trapped me in a corner.

"Chris, don't do this. Let her go. It's me you want." I requested. The woman was crying. She had duct tape wrapped around her mouth several times. The ropes around her wrists were so tight I could see her hands had turned bright red. "Let her go Chris."

"Her life is in your hands." He said as he grabbed my wrists and pulled me over to a ring mounted waist high on the wall.

"Stop it Chris. Let go of me." I argued as he tied me to the ring. It was so low that standing was difficult so I sat down. "What do you want?"

"Her life is in your hands. To save her you must ask me to take you." He explained as I watched him in horror. How far would he take this? Was he serious? The woman started struggling, looking at me. I knew what she was thinking and I couldn't help her.

"Chris I don't know what kind of sick game this is but I don't want to play. Let her go." I said impatiently. He was behind the woman. I saw a knife pressed against her throat. She fought and tried to scream, then broke and cried. I watched as he pressed the knife against her breast, he cut her. The woman screamed against the gag. Horror filled me as I watched him terrorize her with the knife. I knew in my heart the fear she was experiencing and wished I could convince Chris to stop.

"How much will she suffer before you stop it?" Chris asked as he cut her again across the other breast. The woman's feet were secured to the floor so she was helpless to stop him. He traced her stomach with the tip of the knife, and then held the knife to her vagina. She screamed again.

"Chris stop this. Let her go." I demanded. I was beginning to worry that he may actually go through with this. We both screamed as he shoved the knife inside of her. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see the blood trickle down her legs. I thought I would be sick. When had he become so violent? What had changed him so drastically?

"You can stop this Taylor. All you have to do is ask." He explained as he walked around the woman, terrorizing her with the knife. The woman fought against her bonds. I cried, knowing her helplessness and frustration. I knew Chris. I didn't believe he'd go all the way. He pulled the knife across her throat, not deep, just enough to bring the blood. The woman was terrified and I could do nothing to help her.

"Chris leave her alone." I screamed. I fought against my bonds.

"Ask me." He said as he made another cut across her breast.

"NEVER!" I screamed at him. Slowly he brought the knife low on her abdomen. He shoved it deep. It didn't bleed right away. I could see the pain on her face as he pulled the knife out and the blood seeped from the gaping hole. It was not a fatal stab, but would cause her to bleed to death if she didn't get help.

"Can't you see her begging you to make this stop Taylor? Stop her pain, stop her suffering." He tormented her as he looked at me. I watched as the blood trickled from the wound on her abdomen. I looked at the tears coursing down her face and I cried too.

"Chris please stop. Don't hurt her anymore." I pleaded, but I refused to say what he wanted me to. I still didn't' think he had it in him to kill her. I watched as she fought him. I saw the ropes on her wrists rub the skin off her wrists.

"Taylor, say it." He requested as he stroked the knife against her vagina again. She was struggling fiercely. She thought he would do this I thought. I could see the sheer terror in her eyes. I could almost smell her fear all the way across the room.

"No. Never. I don't want you. Not now. Not ever." I said as I shook my head. I threw up as he sank the knife forcefully into her vagina. The blood gushed and she screamed.

"Make it stop Taylor. Look at her, she is begging you." He insisted as he stroked her torso with the knife. I was still gagging. When I finally stopped I watched her. I could feel her fear and wished I could stop it. I couldn't say what he wanted me to. I didn't believe he would kill her because I wouldn't say it. I tried to reassure her with my eyes but she didn't seem to understand.

"Chris, please don't hurt her anymore. Let her go." I asked desperately. I saw him plunge the knife into her back just above the kidney area. The woman's eyes went glassy and rolled back into her head. I thought she passed out but he brought her back around by slapping her face until she came to. She was losing strength. Her struggling was not as forceful. I was terrified that she would die but I still refused to believe that Chris would let her.

"Ask me." He commanded.

"No. Never." I cried as he sunk the knife into the flesh of her neck, deep. He sliced her throat so deep the knife went almost to the bone. I screamed as I saw the blood pump from the wound. I looked in her eyes and tried to apologize for letting her down. I was in shock. He did it. He really killed her right in front of me. All I could do was scream. He brought the knife over and rubbed it against my face. I jerked away.