Chained

With a satisfying groan he buried his full length inside her, his balls pressed against her flesh, before he pulled back and thrust in again. In and Out, in and out, those early thrusts were deep and filling. She closed her eyes refusing to admit, aloud or to her self, that she was enjoying the feel of him inside her.

His pace picked up and he shifted on his knees for a better position and deeper penetration. His hips pushing forward and back, his hands resting on her thighs to keep her from moving away from him. Faster and faster he fucked her each stroke burying further. His balls slapped against her skin as he fucked her. Opening her eyes she saw that he'd closed his, lost in the sensation and passion.

His cock filled her and teased her already sensitive pussy as she answered each thrust with a grunting moan. Fuck, she was going to come again, she realized. She felt like an animal in heat as she did her best to grind her pelvis into his groin. He felt her moving and it drove him to the edge. Each thrust faster and harder than the last.

"I... I... I'm gonna..." she slurred.

"Come for me!" he demanded. "Come. For. Me!" Each word punctuated by a thrust of his hard shaft. And she did. Unable to hold off any longer, she came screaming as he thrust the final word. He joined her in her climax, his balls pressed against her, his penis deep inside her tight pussy. Her juices flowed with her climax even as he pumped his own orgasm deep within her. She felt the explosion as his cum hit the walls over her vagina. Burst after burst days worth of built up tension filled her until he was drained.

Finally, he collapsed across her bound form. She closed her eyes, stunned by the intensity of her own climax and his. She was amazed at how much passion he had forced out of her, how much he had taken in the last days, but also how her body had responded to him. It felt like it had betrayed her somehow, responding so well to this bastard who had bought her, taken her. And yet, it had responded - better than it ever had. Confused and conflicted she let unconsciousness finally take her.

He pulled himself off of her, spent and exhausted himself, but knowing he wasn't quite done yet. He looked at her lying there snoring softly in sleep, his semen dribbling out of her pussy as it mingled with her own juices and a little smile crossed his lips. Yes, he thought, she was a good investment.

He carefully began untying her, shifting her body to allow her to rest more easily before finally grabbing a blanket and covering her naked form. He cleaned up the rest of the room, securing anything she might use as a weapon against him or against herself before finally leaving to get cleaned up. He let her sleep for a time and bring her food later, he decided as he closed the door with a 'click'.

Chapter Ten:

She awoke feeling surprisingly refreshed, her body tingling as she enjoyed a long, languid stretch. She almost convinced herself that it had all been a bad dream until she opened her eyes and realized she wasn't in her own bed. Propping up on her elbows she looked around confirming that she was indeed alone. Even better, she wasn't restrained anymore. She tried to rub the ache from her wrists and ankles but knew it would take time for the tenderness to disappear.

Touching her throat, she was disappointed to find that the collar was still there. That was too much to hope for, she decided, as she hopped off the bed and padded across the room to the small bathroom. Wow, she needed a shower, she decided as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She noticed a noted taped to the mirror and pulled it off to read:

Toy,

A wonderful start to our adventure together and I'm looking forward to our next session. Until that time, please consider this room your own. All amenities and meals will be provided. Please refrain from trying to remove the collar, open the cabinet, or leaving, as there will be consequences.

Sir

"Asshole," she snapped as she crumpled the paper and threw it in the nearby waste bin. "I'm no one's fucking toy," she muttered to herself as she ran the shower and stepped into the hot water. Even as the stream of hot water ran across her body a little voice inside her head argued with her. Not a toy, it whispered? Sure seemed like one a few hours ago when he was having his way with you.

"Shut-up, there was nothing I could do. He had me tied up." But you enjoyed it, the voice tormented. You can't deny it. "Argh," She plunged her face under the falling water letting the sound of it drown out the little voice.

She lost track of time in the shower, scrubbing her body and washing her hair until she felt something close to clean. The towel hanging nearby was luxuriant against her skin as she dried off and she wrapped it around herself when she'd finished - somehow, she doubted that there would be much to wear in the room. A brush sat with the rest of the toiletries and she began working on her hair as she went to investigate the rest of the room.

An hour or so of poking around had pretty much confirmed her suspicion about the lack of clothes unless they were locked away in the cabinet she'd been told not to touch. She frowned as she considered it before moving to the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall to get a better look at her collar. Locked as it was, it looked like one continuous piece of metal with barely a seam to indicate the connection point. A brief bout of tugging and pulling got her nowhere.

Curiousity finally got the best of her and she moved to the cabinet. As she'd expected, it was locked and no amount of pulling was going to open it without the key. She'd just have to make due with the towel, she decided as she moved to the door to the hall. She fully expected this to be locked as well, and was stunned to find it wasn't. The door opened easily.

She paused in front of the open door and listened for alarms or anything that would suggest he'd heard. Time passed and nothing, no one came running, no klaxon's sounded, nothing. She could just step out. Still she paused. She told herself it was fear that kept her in the room, fear of what might happen to her if she left. The voice inside her head laughed at her. She frowned at it, frustrated with herself, before finally stepping forward into the hall.

Her barefoot touched the floor outside the room and still nothing. Cautiously she crept along the hall, passed several doors including the one to the room she'd previously occupied but she saw a stairwell at the end of the hall and, despite her curiousity, this became her goal. The stairs creaked under her weight as she climbed and she froze in fear. She stayed like that for what felt like eternity and still no one came. Maybe, she hoped, maybe he wasn't there. She reached the top of the stair without incident and carefully tried the door she found. It too was open and she peered around.

There was no one in sight and she padded across the hardwood floor towards a door at the far end. She could hear voices ahead of her and it took her several minutes to realize that what she was hearing was simply the TV. Creeping forward she peered into the room. Sure enough, a large flat-screen TV was the source of the voices. Her heart nearly stopped as she saw that the room was indeed occupied. On the couch before her, his back to the entry, he sat watching the flat screen, she quickly drew back and prayed he hadn't noticed.

Taking a deep breath she steeled herself to the task at hand and crept past the entry. Her pulse was racing as she finally cleared those six feet, but she kept moving. It was with a feeling of triumph that she finally reached the door to the outside. Stepping onto the patio and into the sunshine she found herself, well she had no idea where she'd found herself, but it was green, pretty, and empty. There was nothing man-made around her, nothing! Fuck it, she decided, anything was better than were she'd been.

As her foot touched the grass a shock ran through her collar. She screamed in agony as the voltage ran through her body, before passing out and collapsing to the ground.

She awoke facing the concrete of the wall, her arms stretched painfully above her. Looking up she saw that she was secured to a hook high in the concrete. Her towel was long gone. She rested her head against the cold wall, tears beginning to slip down her cheeks. Stupid, she scolded. She should have known it was too easy.

"Trust is a fragile thing, Toy," the voice was cold and she jumped in surprise. She hadn't realized he was there with her. "I gave you a small amount of freedom and you took advantage of my better nature."

"I'm sorry," she sobbed as she tried to turn to face him. His hand on her shoulder was rough as he pushed her back towards the wall.

"Don't turn around," he snapped. "I don't even want to see your face right now." She sobbed louder. "It's too late for tears."

The first bite of the whip as it crossed her back was a jolt and she cried out more in surprise than pain, the second, third, and fourth left her wailing and crying. A total of ten blows rained down on her back and ass before he finished. She hung limply from the hook, gasping for breath, physically and emotionally spent when he was done.

Picking her up he cradled her in his arms as he carried her across the room. As spent as she was, she melted into his strength. With relative tenderness he laid her down on the metal bench, the cold metal jarring her. No, she was back in the original room - the tears flowed again.

He brushed the hair back from her face as he knelt down beside her.

"Please don't make me do this again," he said softly and kissed her gently on the forehead.