Dawn of Corruption Ch. 03

- "Miss Dawn. Please enter." He said, a hint of a smirk on his face. His voice was calm and soothing, and she found it difficult to even say anything, finding herself mesmerized by his presence once again.

He seemed to have lost some of his coldness towards her - He wasn't showing signs of displeasure or anger - And yet, Dawn couldn't help but fear what might be about to come. He seemed.. Calculating, somehow. She realized that he had planned something for her. A challenge? A punishment? She could not be sure.

She felt dazed as she walked into the old building, looking around and realizing it looked quite empty and dilapidated. But there was a strange smell in the air, and it was making Dawn's head feel dizzy. Dust and perhaps mold - or maybe yeast? - and whatever else she could think of. She heard the sound of the door close behind her. Was he locking her inside with him? She turned around and looked at him with fearful eyes.

- "I'm.. I'm scared.." She said, before he could say anything else. Her voice trembled, and it felt almost like a whisper. He moved close to her and put a finger to her lips, hushing her.

- "Don't say anything. Just follow me.." he whispered softly in her ear. Dawn shuddered as he placed his hand on the small of her back. His touch felt calming and reassuring, even if his words were somewhat sinister. She had no idea what was about to happen here, but the thought made her head spin even more. Sebastian led her further into the store, to the industrial kitchen in the back, and then through a door which revealed a flight of stairs, leading down. It was dark down there - black as the abyss - and Sebastian stopped.

- "After you, Dawn." He said, smiling. "And you are not going to do anything unless I tell you to, understand?" He continued, suddenly sounding much sterner.

Dawn's heart was beating rapidly in her chest now. She wondered if he was playing a game with her. He didn't seem upset - And yet, he didn't seem entirely calm, either. Dawn looked at the frightening darkness of this abandoned basement, and swallowed hard. Was he being serious? Was this really safe? But the last thing she wanted to do was start this whole day by disobeying him. Not again. She had failed miserably yesterday - and that thought filled her with shame. She nodded.

- "I'm ready, Sebastian.. I'll do anything you ask." She said, barely above a whisper. "I want to prove I can be good for you." She said, taking a deep breath. And then she started walking down the stairs, into the darkness below. Thankfully, she could hear that he was right behind her. At least he wasn't going to lock her up in there and throw away the key. Right?

The staircase was narrow and somehow felt a bit uneven, so Dawn found herself descending carefully, in fear that she might fall down. Her peachy parts felt wet with anticipation, and her head was mixed with fear and arousal all at once.

Finally, she reached the bottom of the stairs, just as the door upstairs swung shut, without her hearing it close. It was now pitch black around her, and she stood completely still, waiting for her eyes to get used to the darkness. She could hear them both breathing - Heard him coming up close to her. She was trembling. But before he could say or do anything else, the sound of a light switch made itself known to Dawn's ears, and then the basement was flooded with light. It was a large, but very narrow space - with metal shelving lining the walls on either side. In the middle of the room was an old, dusty looking couch. The sight seemed so.. Mundane, somehow. There were also lots of cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and other parts of the room, but they seemed unimportant to Dawn.

- "Right this way." He said, and lead her through what she presumed might be some type of storage area, and into yet another room. It was a smaller space, and almost empty - But there was a bed in there, or at least a mattress on a bed frame. On top, a blanket was thrown that looked brand new and expensive, made out of soft and fuzzy fabric. In the corner, on a tripod, there was a video camera. There were some shelves on the wall, but they were empty, and there was an old and rickety wooden chair as well. On top was some aromatic candles that had clearly been lit before, because the room had quite a flowery, pleasant and clean scent - especially considering how the rest of the building had smelled. Finally, on the bed there was also a small coffer. Sebastian sat down on the bed, and smiled at her.

- "Take off your clothes." He said, sternly, nodding at her.

Dawn felt her whole body turn cold. She was scared. But she didn't hesitate. As she undressed, she kept looking at him, then at the video camera, then back at him again. When she was almost completely naked, he stood up, walked over to the camera, and clicked a few buttons. It was on, and recording.

- "Dawn.." He said, and paused, pointing the video camera right at her just as she slid out of her underwear. "Are you a bad girl or a good girl?"

The question caught her off guard, and she felt so ashamed. Was he about to expose her for her mistakes yesterday? But as he was looking at her like that - Eyes piercing through her own, as if searching for something - she felt nothing but the desire to answer honestly, and to tell him everything. She didn't want to hide any more. Didn't want to run away from it anymore. But she was confused. How did one answer such a simple question? What were his intentions, really? Why was he asking it now? She took a deep breath, and finally spoke:

- "I-I think.. I was bad girl, yesterday. I didn't mean to.."

- "You don't have to explain yourself to me." Sebastian interrupted her, not even looking away from the camera as he walked around the room. He was filming her - Filming her naked body. And the thought of him watching all this later made her shiver. "So, let's try it again. Are you a good girl or a bad girl, Dawn?" He asked, patiently.

- "I-I don't understand what you mean.." she stammered. "I want to be a good girl for you. I really do. I will try my best.." She said, almost begging him now.

- "Why do you want to be a good girl for me, Dawn?" His tone was much harsher than before now. As if he was scolding a child.

Dawn felt her body heating up. Her nipples hardened at once, and the moisture of her pussy became obvious to her. Was she getting more aroused? Was he turning her on with his dominant questions, and this situation? Or was it the fact that he was filming her - that he would get to see all of this later, and maybe even masturbate over it? The thought made her body shudder in pleasure and shame. She had not even expected that possibility, but she didn't mind in the slightest. Not as long as it was for his eyes only. And his pleasure.

- "Because I want to belong to you.." she replied, shyly. "And because I want you to be happy with me. Because.. Because I think I'm falling in love you." Dawn felt tears coming to her eyes as she said this out loud. She meant it. She wanted to say the words to him, not the camera.

Her words caused his facial expression to shift suddenly. In an instant, they seemed a bit softer. His eyes a little gentler. It was like the tension that had been building in him had suddenly subsided. He put the camera back on the tripod, and sat down on the bed again, and beckoned her over. Dawn walked over to him, trembling from fear, desire, and shame all at once.

- "Stand right here. And face the camera." He said, his tone calming down a bit.

Dawn did as she was told, standing where he had pointed at - in front of the camera. The realization suddenly dawned on her - Whatever they were going to do together now would be frozen in time forever, not only in her memory, but also on the video recording. And it felt exhilarating and embarrassing all at once.

- "Hold still now, alright? I want you to count down from thirty for me." He got up behind her and placed a kiss on the back of her head, and then added; "Count loudly for the camera."

Dawn's heart raced as she tried to count aloud in a somewhat steady voice, keeping her body still as she had been asked to. As she counted, she realized how turned on she was, and she started to blush hard as Sebastian moved behind her naked body. She heard him fiddle with something - the coffer most likely. And he seemed to ignite the candles with a lighter. He was ready before she was done counting, but she kept going until she reached zero regardless.

- "Good. Now put this on." He held her from behind with one arm, and extended the other in front of her face, revealing that he had something black and gold in his hand. A decorated collar, in black leather? She blinked, trying to make out what she was seeing. Yes, it was a collar or a choker. It had a small ring in the front where you could potentially attach a leash. She took it with a trembling hand.

- "I.. What..?" Dawn stammered, not sure of what was about to happen.

- "You asked to belong to me, remember?" He said, his voice smooth and gentle now. "Put. It. On." He sounded a little impatient, but not angry. "If I hear you say no or you back out, we are not doing this. If you don't put it on, then we will not speak again." He seemed very firm, paused, and then added. "And I would hate that, Dawn. I want you to belong to me, too."

The words made her melt with desire, and Dawn didn't hesitate another second. He held her hair out of the way for her, and she closed the collar around her neck, feeling it tighten almost immediately. But there were two buckles to secure it further - and Sebastian showed her which side to buckle them on, first from behind, then from the front. He checked it several times, before giving her a nod. He looked pleased. Then he touched her neck and shoulders, letting his hands caress her body, leaving no part untouched. The way his hands felt on her skin made her want to reach out for his cock - to wrap her hands around it - but she held still as he had asked. She knew that he would be disappointed if she didn't obey. And she swore to herself, there and then, that no matter what urges she had, she would not act on them without his permission. She felt like she had to earn it first.

- "Good. Very good." His voice was filled with approval, and Dawn could not help but smile at the compliment. His hands slid down to her butt, and Dawn shuddered as he grabbed it gently. He took his time with it, caressing it, spreading it.. Then used one hand to smack her hard on one of the cheeks, making her gasp.

- "Dawn.." He said, and gently pushed her onto the bed, laying himself down partly next to her, part on top of her. His face was so close to hers, and her heart was pounding within her so hard she could feel it in her ears, and her clit. "If you'll be a good girl now, then I will claim ownership of you, and take care of you, and.. Make you my girlfriend." He said, and there was a harshness in his eyes, but also a lot of adoration. It was true, he didn't want this just for himself. Dawn felt honored. She would be the best girl she possibly could be. For him. She couldn't hold back, and a huge smile spread across her face. Suddenly, she didn't feel so afraid anymore.

Sebastian took one of her hands in his own, then the other, and lifted them both above her head, pinning her to the bed. His hands were so large he only needed one hand to hold both of hers down. She was trembling as he moved his other hand down towards her breasts, fondling them gently as he continued to speak..

- "But.. If you'll be a bad girl, Dawn.. Then I'll lock you in this room for 24 hours. Alone." He paused for effect, watching her expression intently. Her mouth went agape, as she started to imagine what that might be like - It sounded like a horrible fate. "Do you understand, and agree to these terms?"

- "Y-yes.." She stammered, her hand trembling in his. "Yes, I understand. Yes." She wanted to make sure there would be no misunderstandings, no confusion or indecision. If that is what he wanted from her, then she would do anything to have him, even if there was a risk she'd end up here alone for an entire day and night.

- "Good girl", he said, approvingly. "Today, you will not climax without my explicit permission. And you will not stop until I'm fully satisfied with you. Do you understand?" His face looked slightly stern as he asked this of her.

- "Yes." She gasped, realizing how difficult this would be. A part of her was dying to cum already, and he had not even penetrated her yet. She realized how badly she needed him inside of her. Her whole body ached for it. "I-I will try my best."

- "No" he said, his voice growling. "You will not just try your best. You will do as I say." He added, and leaned down to kiss her. Dawn moaned in delight as their lips touched for the second time. He tasted so good. And his tongue was so deliciously skilled in its movement - it explored her tongue, and seemed to entwine with it. She wanted to please him so badly that she felt a twinge of desperation within her. His kiss was rather forceful, but there was still a strong, loving aspect to it. She could feel it, then. He really wanted her to succeed with the challenge he had given her. He wanted her to do well, so that they could be together.

As he continued to kiss her, he caressed her neck with his fingers, moving them up into her hair, grabbing and pulling it gently. Then he slid down his other hand from her breast, down towards the mound of her forbidden parts. But he paused, and did not touch her there. Instead, he moved down further - between her thighs - and cupped her butt, making her pull her legs up. Dawn was trembling like a leaf by now, and felt her insides twitch and pulsate with excitement as he pulled on her hair once again, while nibbling at her earlobe and moving his lips down to her throat. He bit her neck slightly, like a vampire would, and she let out an audible moan in response, then covered her mouth in shame as she realized the camera was still filming all of this.

- "Do not try to hide from me. I want the world to see who owns you now, Dawn." His voice was deep and dark, and it made her feel ashamed - And aroused all at once. What did he mean by that? Would anyone else watch the tape? She did not want that, but did not want him to stop either. She would do anything he asked her to. Anything at all. And so she let him take his time. He kept nibbling at her neck, moving his other hand back and forth between her thighs and ass cheeks, smacking her occasionally. Dawn felt the fire inside of her grow. But she held still - Happily accepting his every touch.

When Sebastian suddenly moved away, Dawn whimpered, wanting him to touch her again. She felt so close to release that she didn't know how long she could hold it back. She had never felt this needy for someone before. And that terrified her. She must not cum before he had. Not at any cost. As he stood up again, Dawn looked at him intently - wishing to not let him out of her eyes sight. She wanted to drink in his image. And she wanted him to be watching her, to make sure she was obeying. To show him that she would be a good girl, carrying out his every command. And he did just that. He kept his eyes fixed on her as he undressed. It only took him a couple of moments, and then he was naked, too. His enormous cock made her feel faint with lust once again - But she remained still, watching, trying not to avert her gaze from him. She wanted to see everything he did. He seemed to enjoy that.

- "Now turn around. Onto your stomach." He said, sternly, but his tone still gentle, his voice soft, almost loving. As she did so, he walked over to the coffer again - which was now placed on the floor - And she saw him procure another object from it. It was a bottle of lubricant. It had the text "Water based - Anal" on the label.

He grabbed her hips gently with his hands, then moved them up and down to her backside, causing her butt cheeks to slide against one another, rubbing them. Then, she felt his lips against one of her cheeks, kissing it. He did that a few times, before he started nibbling on it, gently biting the skin, moving down towards her other cheek, as if wanting to mark her as his own with his mouth. The thought of him doing this made Dawn tremble with pleasure and excitement, and she bit her lip so hard she feared she would bleed. Then he stopped, and his hand were now stroking her butt in long, slow strokes. The other opened the lube bottle with an audible 'click'.

There was a short pause. And then she felt it on her butt cheeks. It was cold, and slimy, but only for a brief moment as his hands were soon coated with the lube. He spread it all around, smearing the wetness over her round tush, making her shudder with desire. It felt so good - So sensual and loving. He focused extra on her little rosebud - and she felt a shiver of nervousness run through her entire body, her mouth opening slightly as she prepared herself for what most certainly would happen next. He slowly moved his hands towards each other, then pressed them together, inserting two fingers into her tight little butt, and spreading it apart. She could feel the lubricant start soaking into her hole, slipping past the tight rim of her anus, down into the depths of her tunnel.

- "Now I want you to lift your butt up a bit, and bend your legs, and open yourself for me. Can you do that?" He asked. Dawn had never done this before, and felt a bit hesitant. But she wanted to prove she could be a good girl, and she wanted this, so she decided to take a deep breath, and slowly pushed her knees together. As she did so, her ass lifted itself up a bit, almost like the position of a frog after being held by its legs. The lube made it easy for him to manipulate her butt, and he seemed to enjoy this position. He kept letting his fingers slide in and out of her, and she was gripping onto them tightly.

- "You really love anal more than anything, hmm..?" He said with a hint of amusement in his voice. Dawn whimpered. Was that true? She had never thought of it like that. But as his fingers continued moving in and out of her, she realized the truth of it all. This was probably the most sensitive part of her body. This felt much better than when she had fingered her pussy. Or maybe that was just because it was him doing it?

- "Answer the question, Dawn.. Do you love anal more than anything?" He was teasing her, making fun of her - She knew he probably didn't really expect her to say yes, but she didn't care. She wanted to make sure he knew her feelings, no matter how strange or peculiar they might be.

- "I do.. I do love it.." she admitted. "Please don't stop.. It feels so good.."

His hand disappeared, and she was afraid he would not do it again, but instead she heard him open the bottle of lube again, and then the familiar, cold sensation returned. There was another pause, as he rubbed some of the liquid substance all over his own, gigantic penis. Then, a moment later, the feel of his cock between her cheeks. No matter how badly she wanted him inside, it still felt so huge as he held it against her like this. Like there was no way it could fit inside, even though she had managed to prove the opposite just yesterday. She closed her eyes and waited for him. A second later, his cock moved up towards her tiny rosebud. The head touched it, then pressed against it firmly, then, almost without warning, started pushing inwards.

Dawn let out a soft whimper as she felt it trying to enter her - the lubrication was working, but she was still incredibly tight. Her tunnel fought the intrusion, clamping down around him as hard as it could. It was almost too much to take. But Sebastian's hands were holding her hips firmly, and she was being pulled back towards him, making his huge dick start pushing through her sphincter. And so Dawn took a deep breath, held onto the blanket beneath her, and relaxed all the muscles she possibly could. This caused his cock to push even harder against her opening, and she knew he must have already stretched it to its absolute limit, but then, all of the sudden, her anus started to give in, and the head of his member started to slip in, despite her body's best efforts to resist. She moaned as her entire rectum seemed to open up for him, accepting the invading organ as if it had been made just for this purpose. Then, as the rim of her butthole clamped down onto the large, round head, she let out a sigh of relief. She had managed to do it without too much trouble.