Captive Ashe

He nuzzled against my neck as he rubbed against my entrance. It felt useless to try and resist my own body let alone his. I gulped down my pride along with a sob before breaking.

"I want you to fuck me. Make me cum." Though my voice broke and my eyes welled with tears, it was true. He'd toyed with my body as if we'd been lovers at some point and playing to my sensitivities was second nature to him

"Good boy." He groaned as he slid into me fully up to the hilt. I writhed with his cock inside of me, feeling stretched to my limits. He bowed over me and kissed my temple as I turned my face away. His fingers gripped my hair and turned my face to his for a lingering kiss that left me breathless before he began thrusting. His left hand gripped my thigh as he pounded into my cunt with rapid force, listening to my gasps and grunts to make small adjustments to his posture; swiftly finding my g-spot and driving me to a level of lustful madness I've seldom reached. He pulled away from the kiss only to tighten his grip on my hair and force my eyes to his as he slowed his lengthy strokes so that I felt every inch of him thoroughly. Once again speeding his thrusts, I came with a whimper. I could feel myself tighten around him, my cunt greedy for his cum but he wasn't ready yet. Plowing through my orgasm, he pummeled me into submission.

When I could no longer see clearly, my vision darkening from the corners, he finally gripped my hips and with a few quick deep thrusts, he shot his load inside my aching pussy. I was too far gone to worry about the possibility of an STI, why he didn't wear a condom, or how relieved I was to have just renewed my long-term arm-implant birth control. I was falling asleep before he withdrew from me. I vaguely remembered him picking me up and bringing me back to the bath. Then, I slept for a blissfully long time.

Still, this wasn't how I got here.

**

I wracked my brain to try and find an answer. I remembered meeting up with my sister and her boyfriend for a night out. We'd gone to a local show and had a couple drinks. Only a couple since I knew I was a lightweight. Then... Then? There was nothing. Guilt overtook me as I recalled the hundreds of speeches I'd been given about how to protect myself at bars. I had gotten lax over the years since I transitioned. I was careless. I shook my head and clawed towards objective reality. I was drugged and kidnapped. None of this was my fault and I couldn't go back.

I rested my head against the wall and stared up at the horrible fluorescent light in the bathroom. My mind felt numb. I suddenly and I felt like screaming. Silence surrounded me and yet inside my mind it was so deafeningly loud. Then there were footsteps.

"Having trouble sleeping?" The low voice rumbled next to the wall. He was shirtless, as he often was, with loose checkered sleep pants on. The tattoo of a boa constrictor coiled on his right arm was visible as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. I didn't know how to respond. My predictive modeling was nonfunctional. So, I went with honesty.

"There is screaming in my brain and this place will breed madness within me." I held back sobs as I continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Oh, dear boy. Hush." He came to kneel in front of me and held my hands in his own. "Its okay darling, don't think about anything. I'm here and I will do anything for you."

Pulling me into an embrace, he didn't even flinch when I responded, "Then why won't you set me free?"

Rather than respond, he continued to hold me and stroke my hair. I pushed him away. He let me.

"Why did you take me? Why am I here? Who the hell even are you?" I screamed. I had been bottling my terror buy now it was spilling over. His tender expression hardened.

"I'm what you've wished for. A monster of your own making. A punishment and a reward." He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. "I am your God, Ashe."

I panicked. I punched him in the face and bolted, too terrified to recall the chain around my ankle or the fact that he was not only bigger than me; he was faster. Within a second and a half he'd grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me off my feet. His arms wrapped tight around me as I writhed and tried to set myself free to no avail.

I struggled against him, arms restrained at my sides and unable to do anything but press my head against his chest and sob. I was so confused and he was my only comfort. When my breathing returned to normal, he let me use the restroom before he took my hand and brought me back to bed where I lay curled against him. Depending on him for comfort felt wrong and sick, but he was manipulating my emotions so carefully I couldn't decipher what was real from what he wanted me to feel. He was doting and kind when I was good, though that did little to quell the terror each time he descended into my small world of his basement. Somehow, I was coming to need his affection. I let the tears fall as I let him pull me to his chest.

He kissed my forehead and told me I was his good boy. It felt so warm that I fell asleep in his arms. That morning, like all others, I woke up alone.

**

My fifth day in captivity was when I began to realize the gravity of my situation. I could observe my surroundings and, whether it was a blessing or curse, I had plenty of time to observe my small chamber. The walls were a bare eggshell with white trim. The queen sized bed took up the majority of the main room of the basement. The sheets and blankets were varying shades of gray, white, and pale blue. A woven blue and white rug dampened the sound of my chain as I paced the room, trying my best to see out of or reach the thick glass blocks that covered the windows to the basement. I thought wryly of the fire code.

I wanted to look at him, confront him, or find some way to get answers. Still, I remained silent and averted my eyes as he delivered my meals and took away the dishes. My mind raced with every possibility when I heard the basement door unlock. Always my thoughts returned to when he would take me again.

**

"No thank you." My voice came meekly from the corner of the room where I sat curled in the gray and white checkered blanket. He frowned and set the tray down on the bed.

"You need to eat." His deep voice held a hint of concern. I glared in response.

When he began to walk toward me, I averted my eyes and clutched the blanket tighter around me. "I'm sorry. I meant to ask if I can eat later?"

"Are you afraid?" He knelt a short distance away from me.

"Do you want me to be afraid?" The bitterness seeped through and I narrowed my eyes at the rug.

"No." His response was quick. He didn't need to think about it.

"Then what do you want?" I held back any sign of emotion, feeling too brittle to have this necessary conversation.

"I just want you." He reached out to me before withdrawing his hand. "Eat later if you can."

He stood as he turned to leave. "At least tell me your name!"

"Emerald." He left without turning around.

**

He came to me next when I was asleep. The warmth embracing me came on as a dream. His chest pressed heat into my back and I relaxed into him instinctively. Being held felt so nice, like I could crawl away from the world and into this embrace. It was almost easy to forget that he was the reason for my current captive reality.

"Emerald." It came out as a hesitant whisper. I didn't know why I said his name, but he tensed in response before kissing my temple.

"Yes baby?" He whispered in my ear while his hand roamed my side.

"When did you choose me?" It was a carefully selected question. One I didn't quite want the answer to, but needed to know. He said nothing for a long time.

"I fell in love with you over a year ago." He pulled me in tight as if he were scared I would bolt from him again. Without his arms around me, I would have.

A year. He'd watched me, stalked me, for over a year. I didn't know how to process the information. I tucked it away for future appraisal and let him hold me. My mind felt numb. I didn't resist when his hand dipped over the angular curve of my hip bone to rub the juncture of my thigh. It felt good and I was desperately seeking anything that felt good. He gripped my thigh and I stifled a moan.

"I found you by chance on that fetish website and did research from there." He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. "You dropped so many hints for me. Asked for me. Described our mutual fantasies without even knowing. It was so easy to find you and everything about you."

I felt cold. The amount of premeditation that resulted in me being here was more than I could comprehend. He smelled my hair, kissed my neck, as his hands became more fervent. I wrenched myself away for a moment before he pulled me back into his tight embrace.

"Ashe, I fantasized about you for over three hundred sixty five days. Every day. I'd take in your pictures, your writing, and your late night pleas for someone just like me." His gravelly voice scraped against me as his hands roamed over my chest, my back pressing closer against his chest. He pinched my nipples and I winced. I wriggled, wanting to break free but knowing he wouldn't let me go.

His hand snaked up my sternum to grip my throat and squeeze. His hot ragged breath was in my ear. "Do you also want to know what I fantasized about doing to you, Ashe?"

He flipped me onto my back and I gasped. Looking up at him as he was now on top of me, I opened my mouth to speak but was silenced by a violent kiss. He thrust his thigh between my legs and rubbed it against my sensitive cunt. Whimpering, I couldn't move away. He pinned me by my throat and looked down at my body. He whispered my name before tracing the curvature of my collarbone, pecs, top surgery scars, and down my belly to the little tuft of brown hair above my cunny.

"I want to mark up this beautiful white skin so that I see myself on you every day and you can't move without pain making you think of me and how I can bring you pleasure like no one else." He bent to kiss my lips softly as he tightened his grip on my throat. "Is that what you wanted to know, Ashe?"

He released my neck suddenly but hovered above me. Waiting for a response. I trembled before the intensity in his eyes. I didn't know what to say. My thoughts were mixed up with lust. I could only focus on his lips. He caught my line of sight and chuckled. "I think that is what you wanted to know. Bad. Vain. Boy"

Emerald had me pinned before I could react. His brutal kiss came suddenly and took my breath away. He tweaked my nipple hard and I gasped into the kiss. He was using my confusion to his advantage, but I didn't care. It felt too good to have his hands all over my body. He gripped my hips as he spread my legs with his own. Hands tangling in my hair, they gripped and pulled my head back to reveal my neck to his lips. He bit the juncture of my shoulder and I cried out in pain as he shimmied down his pants for his erection to spring forth in anticipation.

"Noo." I moaned, suddenly aware I was about to be raped again. "Stop. Please, stop"

My hands pounded against him ineffectively as he continued his assault. I pushed at his arms but they were as hard as steel and wouldn't move. I summoned my strength and punched his cheek as I dug my fingers into his long dark hair to try and pull his teeth from my neck. He growled in response and bit harder. A sob escaped my throat as he captured my wrists and pinned them above my head. I was now at his mercy. In one sudden, swift motion he flipped me onto my belly and mounted me from behind, his cock head rubbing at the entrance of my cunt. I held my breath, waiting for the blunt intrusion but was instead met with him freeing one hand from my binding and using it to smack my ass. I yelped as his hand came down in a flurry of blows first on one ass cheek and then the other till I was crying from the pain.

"This fine red ass. Should I take it too, just to show you I can?" He lined himself with my tight asshole and watched me writhe beneath him to change the angle.

"No, no please." I whimpered. "I'll fuck you, just please don't do that."

I shifted my hips and rubbed the wet entrance of my pussy against the head of his cock. I stroked him with the wetness of my nether lips and hoped he'd take me up on the offer. A cruel chuckle resounded in my ear. "Go ahead then, sheath me inside you if you really want it instead of an ass-fucking."

Gritting my teeth against the shame reddening my face, I buried my face in the bed and lined myself up with his cock before slowly sinking down on it. I felt him widen me all the way down to the hilt and when I was full he didn't move. I waited, insides twitching around him. He rocked his hips slightly and I responded in kind, body now wanting to ride the hot hard cock inside of me.

"That's right baby, now ride me." He bent back and spread my ass cheeks with his free hand to view the slick juncture of our bodies. His thumb wandered to my asshole where it rubbed the tight bud that softened to his touch in my aroused state. Moaning in shame, I lifted my hips to draw him out of me before sinking back down and taking it all again.

He groaned in response as I fucked him. I breathed heavily as I struggled from my position to keep the rhythm of my hips as they sloppily took him in and out of my cunt. I couldn't help how wet I was getting. I could feel my dripping juices wetting the insides of my thighs. He bent down to my ear and let me know he knew how wet I was for him. When I was panting and struggling to keep going, he finally began moving his hips.

Emerald fucked me harder than I thought possible. My belly and thighs came off the mattress with every thrust. I felt my mind begin to go blank as he brutally continued his rapid rhythm. I moaned in response, unable to help myself. He released my hands finally to allow me to support myself and gripped my hips to further strengthen his punishing pumps in and out of me. I came harder than the first time we were together and felt the soaking wetness drip down my thighs like the manifestation of my guilt. Still, he continued and drove me to a second orgasm before he finally shot his load inside of my drenched cunt.

Finishing, he pulled me against him and rolled onto his side. I shook, unsure if it was the remaining tremors of my orgasm or the shock of what I had just done. He whispered in my ear "you're so sexy."

I pulled away. "No, really. I need to clean up."

He captured my wrists and pulled me back. "Oh yes you are sexy."

He kept me at his side, hand wandering over my thighs. He then pushed my thighs open at my horror then began to stroke my clitoris through the mixture of our juices. It felt slick and wet and was yet another of my turn-ons he must have memorized in his sick head. "Please, Emerald, stop. It's gross..."

"Is that why you like it?" He thrust two fingers into my gaping cunt and curled them to stimulate my g-spot. I moaned and pushed at his wrist to try and dislodge his hand. He continued to finger me as I writhed. "I know you like this. The feel of using cum as lubrication. It turns you on and now you're going to cum again because I shot my load inside you."

I moaned and spread my legs wider, giving in to the pleasure. I bit my lip as his fingers traveled lower to my asshole, thumb grinding into my asshole as his fingers continued to move inside me. I felt my orgasm building and whimpered in response to his thumb pushing into my ass up to the first knuckle and gently thrusting for sensation. I came on his hand. A third orgasm wrenched from my body by him.

"Now, let's get cleaned up" He grinned at me even as I glared at him in response as he helped me on shaky legs to the restroom

**

I sleep. I sleep for hours at a time, waking only when he enters the room to feed me or caress my skin. With the levels of medication currently dropping in my body I was spinning into a deep depression. He didn't seem to mind. Now, as the light beyond the glass blocks of the basement dims, Emerald came to me and pulled me to him in my sleep. I woke groggily in his embrace, face pressed against his chest and taking in the scent of him. Pine needles and musk. When I moved, he kissed my forehead tenderly.

"Good evening Ashe, my little vampire." He chuckled as his hand rubbed my back. I, somehow still exhausted, let him hold me. I grumbled in response and closed my eyes, hoping that if I were to fall asleep then the next time I woke he'd be gone again. He ran his fingers through my hair and sighed deeply. "Cuddly bat."

"Is it time for dinner?" I murmured into his chest. He chuckled in response.

"No, darling. I brought dinner several hours ago." He pulled back from me to look at my sleepy face. "I brought something for you."

He left my side and I heard the rustling of tissue paper in a paper bag. I sat up, pulling the covers up to cover myself, and wiped the sleep from my eyes. He pulled several white lacy scraps of fabric from the bag and set them on the bed for my inspection. Lingerie. He'd brought me a white elastic body harness and lace-topped white fishnets. I glared at the frilly white panties he'd included with the set. He shifted from foot to foot excitedly. I shifted my piercing look toward him and Emerald grinned in response.

"Come on, just try it on." Excitement radiated off of him and I could see the slight bulge of a growing erection. I swallowed and tried to weigh my options.

"No. Fuck off. I'm not your girlfriend." I spat out the words.

"I never asked you to be. I just want you to put this on." His tone became more serious as he moved toward me. I scooted to the other side of the bed.

"I said no, asshole. How about you let me go?" I quickly jumped out of the bed as he reached for my wrist, narrowly escaping his grasping hand.

"Ashe." It was a warning. I shook my head and backed away. "Don't you want some clothes? It's been days and you've not worn anything."

I shook my head again. "I said no, Emerald. I'm not a doll for you to dress-up, either!"

He darted after me and I got as far as the bathroom doorway before he grabbed me around my waist and tossed me back down on the bed. "Do I have to take away your blankets? Make it so cold down here that you'll wear what I give you just to have something? I'll do it, Ashe. Don't think that just because I spoil you I won't get what I want:"

Staring daggers at him, I assented. "Fine."

Clapping his hands together, Emerald smiled and ruffled my hair. "Get to it."

Keeping my eyes low lest he see the brewing hatred in them, I picked up the lingerie and took it into the bathroom with me. I first slipped on the thigh-high fishnet stockings before moving on to the frilly lace panties. I grimaced at the perfect fit of them as I moved on to the elastic body cage that had golden rings that trailed down my body in little sparks of light. Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I hated how good it looked. When I was finished I waited as long as I could before he called for me and I was summoned for his inspection.

"That's my boy." He said as he watched me step out from the bathroom. I was barefoot and felt more exposed than when I had been nude. Emerald's eyes scoured me from the top of my mussed dark brown hair to my exposed pierced nipples and down the patch of hair on my belly to the lace-covered pubic mount. He licked his lips, now fully erect. "You look even better than I expected."

I didn't say thank you. I wanted to curse at him, to throw something or run. None of it would do any good. As Emerald had said, he would get what he wanted in the end and I had no doubt he would enjoy the struggle. I waited for him to make a move, but he didn't. As Emerald continued to stare at me, I felt my face growing hot and a tingle moved down my belly to my cunt. I was getting wet.