Madness

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MJDom
MJDom
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Disclaimer:

I in no way, shape or form endorse any acts of violence what-so-ever.

This naturally includes the nonconsensual acts which are portrayed in this story.

This is the work of fiction and fantasy which I wrote for my girlfriend. She shared some rape fantasies with me (actual, beat you down fuck you in the dirt kind of fantasies) and I'm certainly into BDSM which is more about relinquishing control, as well as trust.

So I decided to bring them together to make sure she didn't think I thought it was weird. I actually really enjoyed writing this one.

She ultimately found the first chapter rewarding so I thought I'd share.

CHAPTER 1:

They say the world belongs to those that seize it, and there I was, on the brink of taking all I wanted

I already had so much power, all the money in the world. A position that made me the king of several corporations and here I was standing over the figure of a high school crush.

A woman I hadn't seen in a decade. She was as beautiful as I remember and she seemed elegant even in her slumbering state. I didn't seem nearly as elegant. More like a creep lurching over her in the darkness. Then again, I was just that.

My heart stopped as she rolled over opening her eyes. There was no longer an opportunity for indecision. I pressed a cloth drenched in chloroform over her mouth and nose. I hadn't used it before and was half expecting her to go down quickly but I was met with a fight as she swung her arms and kicked at me.

Somewhere in the commotion, my hands slipped and I felt her clawing at the mask I was hiding behind. It came off and the severity of this made me lose the gentleness I had hoped to maintain in this process. I closed a hand around her neck then reached for the backup plan. She stopped fighting when I cocked the hammer on a revolver and pressed it under her chin.

I reached for the cloth as she started murmuring for me to please stop. "You fucking saw my face," I remarked as she started to slowly get disoriented.

This wasn't supposed to be like this. She shouldn't have seen my face, that screwed with the entire arrangement.

"Shit!" I yelled as I looked down at her, her eyes starting to flutter after the longest five minutes of my life. She seemed so peaceful now. Her black hair a mess and her face flushed from over-exerting herself.

I got off the bed and realized a decision needed to be made. I had planned to spend the night here but originally I wasn't even sure I'd do anything more than toy around with having her at my mercy for a while. I was pushed into a corner now, however. Maybe she'd forget the whole thing if I left but if she didn't my life could be over. I could already see her blackmailing me.

"Well, if you're in for the penny," I said as I reached into my backpack extracting several sets of handcuffs, I fumbled around a while longer and eventually withdrew duct tape too. I pulled the blankets off of her in a rush unveiling her PJs to be no more than an old T-shirt and a plain black thong.

All I had fantasized about was within my grasp, I thought I'd have had some doubts but I had none, I simply wanted to ravage her. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down, rolled them into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth before sealing her lips with the duct tape. I spread her legs as I approached from beneath making my way up until I saw her pussy, covered in a few day old stubble. I was about to indulge when the fact that I didn't need to remove my mask reminded me that she had seen my face.

Restraint at this point seemed impossible, but I managed to pull myself away inspecting her gorgeous body for a moment. She was lithe and had perfect breasts, I estimated they'd be a C-cup or just on the brink of Ds but it was hard to tell through her top.

I ignored the urge to take it off and instead moved to cuff her hands and feet together. There wasn't much more for me to do then so I simply picked her up and headed for the door - I had left New York a week ago on a "trip around the country".

The company was surprised to have me take leave - I hadn't ever done that before. I used the pretense of a road trip for this little escapade as well as to run an errand or two. The errands were done and I had been all over the country by this point.

Cincinnati was the last stop before heading back to the Big Apple. After heading down the stairs I laid her down while I looked around for her keys. I found them on a hook by the door.

Soon she was in the trunk of her car and I was out the door, jogging along the back trails to the nearby mall, where I found my car. I'd be back in ten minutes but by then she was awake.

When I opened the trunk I found her eyes open. Her pupils were dilated and her stare was glazed over. She was clearly still crippled and confused by the drug, so I used the opportunity to transfer her from her trunk into mine.

My trunk was less spacious, the issues of driving a luxury car. It was a ten-hour trip back home and I didn't intend on speeding, so she would be in there for a while. I thought about what a mess it would be if a cop pulled me over. I'd be in even more trouble that what I was originally in for.

So I set out immediately.

By the next morning, I was pulling into the personal parking lot of my building. My guest had been kicking and screaming in the trunk for the past few hours but it seemed she was fast asleep now. The systems detected my car approaching and the automatic booms activated to open the path for me.

My company started out small but we now had our fingers in the pie of every major industry in the world, from developing satellites to developing luxury buildings for the super rich to live in. One feature we had tested in this building was personalized parking, in New York of all places. This building was equipped with a state of the art elevator which would transport the cars of the elites living on the fifty-third and fifty-second floor to the fifty-first floor.

There was another option reserved for the penthouse suite which was for your car to be taken to the personal two car parking lot in the penthouse. By the time I had reached the penthouse my heart was finally racing with excitement. I knew I was in a bit deeper than I had hoped but a part of me was always chasing the excitement of the more primal side of my psyche.

Even just having her here was better than any drug I could take. Being on top of the world had dulled my senses for excitement. That's why I had to do it alone, with my wealth I could have hired some sicko to deliver her to me, or simply paid her whatever she felt she was worth then live out the fantasy and be done with it - but I needed it to be real.

I popped open the trunk unveiling the beauty inside. She looked at me with emerald eyes that showed genuine loathing but more than that she seemed afraid.

'Good', I thought as I reached out for her. She started struggling again but I was ready to speak a language she would understand. I drew the revolver and pointed it at her.

"Now trust me, I do not want to hurt you - hell I didn't even want to take you. But every time you misbehave you're making things worse for yourself," she stopped struggling so I holstered the gun carelessly, it didn't have rounds in it either way. I then unlocked the cuffs around her ankles.

I tugged her out of the car and onto her feet then pulled her by the chain linking her cuffs on her wrists. She stumbled forwards, her legs no doubt stiff from being stuffed in such a cramped spot for so long.

We went up the stairs to the second floor where the study was, I placed my hand on a book that scanned my print opening up the panic room. Looking into the room I realized that all it needed to be a standard New York studio apartment was a kitchen. It had a bathroom, a few racks, and even a bed.

The panic room didn't notify security or the police when activated like these rooms usually do because I liked to use the room frequently to store an arsenal of things I had bought that I didn't want guests or cleaners to come across. Most of it these items were BDSM tools and toys. Some were simple ropes and chains, restraints and tasers others were far more elaborate contraptions.

If anyone took a glimpse inside this room that they would immediately brand me a pervert then use their new found knowledge to either tarnish my reputation or extort money from me.

I pushed her inside watching her ass sway as she walked inside reluctantly. I followed suite and once we were inside I closed the door behind us. We were alone now and as much as my body had felt tired from the ride, this had exhilarated me.

Her hands were still behind her back so I approached her and removed the duct tape slowly. I then pulled out the spit soaked panties that I had stuffed into her mouth earlier that day. I was expecting her to plead. Instead, she opted to move her tongue and cheeks trying to moisten her mouth again. Was she trying to deny me some sort of satisfaction or was she simply too scared to say anything?

"You don't have anything to say?" I said finally as I started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Would it help if I did?" came her response - her statement was defiant but her voice quivered.

"Depends on what you have to say I suppose," I pushed her backward catching her by surprise. She tripped slamming into the bed with the top part of her body. She shrieked then groaned making it clear that she was winded.

I walked over to the safe, keyed in a combination as well as placing my finger on the scanner then dropped the revolver and holster inside.

"Please," she said as I undid my belt. She must have thought I was going to hit her. So I threw the belt aside before dropping my denim to the ground and revealing my rock hard erection.

I picked her up and dropped her on the bed, face down. She couldn't see what I was up to and I knew it was driving her mad because she was frantically shifting her head to see as much as possible. Soon her legs were bound to two separate corners and a pillow was being pushed under her belly to prop up her ass. With her hands still bound behind her back, she was powerless.

I started dripping lube all over her crack, letting it make it's way down over her pussy. She drew in a sharp breath as my fingers started probing her cunt. She was more surprised by my interest in her ass as she found my fingers not only invading one of her holes but two. The majority of my attention was going to the former not the latter.

"If it hurts I urge you to scream, this room is sound proof!" she seemed confused by just what was going to hurt. Then she felt the shift of my weight on the bed and my prying fingers leaving her exposed sex to rather grab a handful of her hair. I pushed down with her hair still in my clutches forcing her to wince as she was forced to turn her face to the side.

"Please, no, please stop" she begged finally as an effort, as my dick pressed up against her slit. I hesitated. That's what she thought at least, then she felt my cockhead no longer making contact.

"No," came my response at last as I spread her ass cheeks and forced the entire length of my cock into her ass in an instant. The feeling of her body spasming around my cock and under me drove me mad with lust. Then there was the shrill shriek she had released followed by the expression of pain on her face.

She started taking shallow breaths to deal with what was going on as well as the pain. Tears ran down her face and soon I started thrusting adding to her pain and discomfort. The longer I went on the more her whimpering had turned to moans, moans that would meet a rather unsatisfying end. Soon I was cumming, I collapsed onto her as I went limp inside her.

The rush was amazing. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?" I added mockingly as I pulled out of her.

"Fuck you, you bastard!" her words were hardly audible through the mixture of disdain and rage.

I spread her cheeks to see her asshole swollen and inflamed, with a thin line of cum seeping out.

"Just for that I'm going to leave you like this until I get back" I slapped her ass and headed for the door. My fingerprints unlocked the exit and soon I sealed it behind me.

"That was better than I ever imagined," truth be told, initially I wasn't ever sure if acting out my fantasies would be rewarding or just another tick on a to-do list that would fade from my memories. I was relieved that it was this exhilarating, although I could feel stress creeping into my mind as some things would clearly need to change to accommodate for my new... pet.

I took a seat at my desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. I needed to make a list of what needed changing.

"Well, I don't always want to keep her in the panic room, maybe that could just be where she sleeps..." I started writing, 1. Clear supplies out of Panic Room, 2. Buy bolts for chain and collar, 3. Survey apartment for possible escape routes and remedy them. 4. Make her s...

My front door swung open as my assistant walked in. I froze, not only was this a compromising position to be in but I was still completely naked.

Jennifer seemed to not notice me as she quickly walked from the kitchen with a jug of water, all the while texting on her phone. Her red hair was set alight by the balcony light outside shining in. She poured water into my ferns and a few select flower pots that were spread throughout the apartment.

Jennifer turned towards the study, which was on the second floor and only accessible by a flight of stairs. She hadn't noticed me yet but I knew the Gold of Kinabalu Orchid needed care next and it was right beside me. I thought it better not to move and simply own the situation. I heard her foot on the staircase and announced my presence.

"Uhm, Jennifer" she dropped the pitcher as well as her phone while letting out a high pitched shriek.

"It's me, Daniel - I came home a bit sooner and uh - I'm a bit exposed," she looked up and saw me sitting at the desk then she saw exactly what I meant. She froze staring at first then she turned around her mouth agape "I-I'm sorry - I didn't know!"

"Give me a second to just get dressed," I walked down the stairs "then I'll clean up that mess"

I touched the small of her back as I passed her on my way to my bedroom. I could see in the reflection of one of the mirrors on the wall that she was still staring, just more covertly this time. I was quite proud of my body, I worked out frequently and was pretty sure I was endowed well enough to satisfy even the most ambitious of partners.

She saw my reflection watching hers and averted her eyes as her cheeks lit up. I flashed her a smile before disappearing into my room.

"Why didn't you let me know that you were back?" she exclaimed so I could hear her through the door.

"If I knew you were coming..." she felt guilty for walking in on me like that, or perhaps ashamed. It wasn't her fault she should know that much at least. I wasn't about to apologize for that either, though. I opened the door walking out in a bathrobe and some slippers. Her high heels tapped on the oak floors as she moved out of my way as I bent down to clean up.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here so early, I was just sending you a mail to let you know," I stacked shards of what had been the glass pitcher onto a magazine I had grabbed off of the coffee table.

"I'm sorry about the pitcher Mr. Price," she bent down to pick up her phone from the pool of water it had been resting in, just then I looked up "It's no problem Ms. Caziel"

I smiled again, our face mere inches apart, she responded in kind before standing up straight trying to dry her phone on her expensive woolen jacket.

You wouldn't know it from looking at her but behind those hazel eyes was a Harvard educated mind. I had poached her from the legal division of our holding company because she had assisted me with legal input on a project I had worked on almost four years ago. Her proficiency and the frequency in which I needed to call on her made me offer her a position as my direct assistant.

She was boosted from an intern's salary to a very overpaid PA in a matter of months. She had earned her keep, though, I was known to be a bit of a difficult guy to deal with. She had the wit to outmaneuver me when my demands were too strenuous and the guts to stand up to me when I was doing something wrong.

She had steered my decisions down an ethical path of late, I couldn't help but wonder what state my career would have been in if she arrived on the scene when I was just starting out. My penthouse wouldn't have been half as luxurious, the thought brought a smile to my face.

I realized I was staring at her just about the time she noticed, "Is everything alright, boss?"

"I'm just... happy to see you," I turned taking the pitcher to the nearest trash can and dropping it inside with a crash.

"Now I know something is wrong," she said slipping her phone into her jacket pocket and approaching me with a serious expression on her face "What happened, why did you decide to come back sooner?"

My eyes darted to the panic room and back to her causing her to turn back. Of course, she wasn't aware that there even was a panic room behind that bookcase but I couldn't help but seem a little nervous. She started in the direction of my office, then I realized what was on my desk. Sure it wasn't a confession but a note reminding me to escape proof my apartment was more than she would need to go to bed with a curious mind and wake up with a theory.

"It's nothing really," I followed her as she moved up the stairs "Okay, shit just wait!"

I rushed past her to my desk making her pick up her pace to as a smile spread from cheek to cheek as if we were playing a game.

"You know you've just confirmed it for me. What's up - just come clean so we can manage this together..." she folded her arms, her staple move when she was ready for whatever bullshit dilemma I would throw at her.

"This isn't something you can solve for me," I said after pretending to have an internal struggle on whether to let her in on what was going on.

"Danny, you hired me to solve problems for you. That's the only reason this job is still interesting to me" she took a step closer as I moved in behind my desk.

"You know I hate it when you call me that..." I took a seat reaching into the backpack that was next to my desk on the far end while as casually as possible flipping the paper I had written on over. I hoped and prayed she hadn't noticed that. I withdrew a small box from the bag.

"But fine, you win" I handed her the box.

"I was going to give it to you anonymously but you pressured me now," I had lied to her a lot since she's been my PA. Mostly because I could, but at the end of the day I really had a soft spot for her and it was showing now. I didn't like opening myself up like this so I stood up and turned my back on her to look at some of the books on the shelves as of they weren't mine. For a moment all thoughts of the panic room and the to-do list were gone from my mind.

"Are you friggin kidding me?" she said finally and I turned to look back. She was holding an old pearl necklace in her hands with a locket at the bottom. She turned it around to see the inscription on the back.

"To J. C. Caziel... this is the heirloom my mom had to sell to get me through college" her face was as pale as I had ever seen it.

"I had an expert track it down for me but I wanted to go pick it up myself - to make sure it was the real deal and that it got back here safely," I turned to her taking a step closer as my left hand trailed the desk "I hope it's not too much?"

Then she threw her arms around my neck placing a clumsy kiss on my lips. I was caught off guard so I just stood there for a second before kissing her back placing a hand on the back of her head and another on the small of her back.

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