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You’re hazy.
Everything’s hazy.
You can’t see anything, you can’t hear anything.
It’s just absolute darkness, complete silence, and you’re alone, laid like a morticians cadaver you feel nothing.
You reach out for something, anything, but your feeble attempts are met with nothingness, your quaking fingertips grab at the air like an infant would grab at their mother. You take a sharp inhale but can’t hear it, can’t feel it. You try to scream, sob and shout, nothing comes out and it feels as if you’re drowning.
Are you dead? Is this what it is? No piercing sunlight, no tunnel and no promised pearly white gates. You reflect on your life thus far, have you been bad? Terrible? Good? Your memories are gone too, you scramble to your knees and feel a tsunami of relief wash over you when the floor is in fact completely intact below you. Wait, was it there before? Suddenly you’re freezing, shivering, and spluttering as you cough sub-zero water from your lungs. Everything becomes illuminated, it’s too bright for you and as you’re panicking and scrambling to fill your lungs with oxygen, you cringe and cover your eyes with your arms, you’re suffering a complete sensory overload.
What the fuck is going on?
Everything is spinning and you feel like you might throw up, you’re still kneeling when things start to come to. Your eyes take a millennia to refocus as you attempt to take in the unknown surroundings. A bed sits in the centre of the back wall, dressed with dark blue bedding, the wall opposite is completely mirrored and looks as though a wardrobe might sit behind but you’re unsure from such a distance. There’s a large wooden trunk, finished with a dark varnish and then a singular chair sitting next to it, a deep wood with stable and strong legs, it has a high back and looks rather majestic. Definitely handmade and definitely expensive.
Where the fuck are you?
You remember the feeling of drowning as you frantically paw at your clothes realizing they are actually soaked. Were you drowning?
“Nice of you to finally join me, pet.” You try to locate the gruff voice addressing you, or at least you think is addressing you. Frantic eyes search an empty space. There’s nobody there. There’s nobody there.
“Hello?!” You call out desperately continuing your visual search for the owner of the voice.
“I’m right here, right here pet, you’re okay. I’m going to look after you so good, s’all okay.” A massive hand cups your tiny cheek and you sob as it comforts you, you claw at the wrist attached and grab at the arm. Everything’s gone black again but you can still feel, still hear, still navigate. Strong arms lift you to your feet effortlessly, your legs are like plates of jelly, and you feel like Bambi on ice. The voice lets go and you’re stumbling, stumbling forward and falling onto your hands and knees. The once carpeted floor is now gravelly, hard rocks cut you and your shins are stinging with gravel rash. You must still be dreaming. You curl up, defeated and sob uncontrollably, you want this nightmare to end, “P… please, please stop. Please. I… I can’t do this. Let me wake up, please!”
When the sobbing subsides you risk opening your eyes, the gravel is gone and in it’s place is wooden flooring, you spin your head around and realize you’re back in the room with the trunk. Your breathing is shallow and you’re on the verge of tears again, why can’t you wake up? Its infuriating and you’re fed up. You rise slowly, noticing the bleeding on your hands and knees, cementing that you definitely fell over, and it was definitely not on this floor. Your legs are almost buckling under your own small weight and you feel as though you might pass out but you will yourself with every ounce of self-control to not let go. Do not let go. Please, do not let… go…
You’re out cold again.
When you come to, you’re under covers, tucked in like a small child, the sheets are taught around you and you’re warm. You let out a sigh and feel some of the stress leave your body, you feel worryingly relaxed for someone who doesn’t know who she is, where she is or what’s going on. You lay for a moment, thinking back and placing yourself as far as you could remember, but there’s nothing before waking up in this damned room. You wriggle your toes and fingers, a tingling sensation buzzing throughout you, almost like pins and needles but… pleasant.
Oh god. Are you high? Have you been drugged?
“If you’re wondering if you’ve been drugged, the answer is yes, pet.” The voice is back and this time you can see him. He’s huge, un-styled black hair, the body of a God, thick thighs that are practically bursting out of his trousers, a scar over the right side of his mouth and deep green eyes. Your eyes must be screaming for help because you feel the bed dip considerably as he sits at the edge.
“Don’t panic little thing, I’ll take good care of you. You don’t need to worry about a thing, as long as you play nicely of course.” You let out an involuntary shiver as your mind races with what that could possibly mean. He wears a smirk that makes your stomach drop, reaching a hand towards you, he runs his index finger down your neck to your collarbone, unsure with what possesses you, you let out a small whimper. You’d kick yourself if you could, praying that it went unnoticed you feel nauseous when the man pulls the covers back to expose your bare chest and rolls his thumb around your hardening bud.
You’re naked? He must have undressed you. A fat tear falls down your cheek.
“Ohhhh, don’t cry sweetheart, I like that.” He lets out a low laugh as he swipes the tear up and uses it to roll around your nipple, completely against your will, goosebumps form over your soft skin.
“Please don’t, please, whatever you want, you can have, just… not that!” As it falls out of your mouth as a pathetic beg all the man does is lean in closer to you, you’re sobbing again and at this point and he simply licks from your neck to your mouth, pressing a hard kiss into your lips. He tastes like cigarettes and whiskey and you hate that it tastes good. You’re panicked and do the only thing you can think of, you bite him as hard as you can. And like a true sadist he laughs.
“You stupid bitch, I’ll make you regret that.” Before you have time to reply, he has a thumb hooked in your mouth, holding your tongue still as he spits bloody saliva at you.
“Swallow, cunt. Swallow, or I’ll make you.” You swallow out of pure fear, the taste of iron strong and pungent as it travels slow-motion down your throat, you would’ve gagged if you weren’t absolutely terrified of what he might do. “That’s a good little girl, well done,” going against every natural instinct you have, you let out another whimper. “You like that? You enjoy the praise huh? I think we’re going to get on very well.” He’s standing now, looming over you, watching tears spill and wet the pillow beside you.
“Do you remember your name? Are your memories coming back to you yet?” You shake your head vigorously, you can’t place a single thing about why or how you got here. He smirks again, a twisted, depraved smirk and it unleashes something primal within you. You make a move to pull the covers over you and protect your dignity, but he’s faster than you, he’s bigger and stronger than you too, and he’s not going to let you forget that. Before you have time to consider fighting back, the covers are gone, crumpled on the floor by the foot of the bed and then they’re burning, massive orange flames burn up to the ceiling, the heat warming you uncomfortably. You cower backwards trying to put space between you and the fire.
“Worried, pet? Don’t be”, He flicks his hand and it ceases, a pile of ashes taking the covers place on the floor, “just a shame now, you have nowhere to hide.” He sits on the chair across from the bed and lets his legs fall open, its impossible to miss the impossibly huge bulge between his legs and you must be as easy to read as a book because before you have a chance to look away he’s asking, “Do you want to see it?” your eyes slowly rise to look at him from across the room, you’re tiny, a little spec of human cowered in the corner of the bed like some poor animal.
“I’m not going to hurt you if you play by the rules, you just have to do what I say! That’s not hard to understand, right?” You’re shaking your head side to side, a look of pure disgust on your face whilst you reject his offer non-verbally.
“You’ll regret that, but its okay. You’re just a silly little girl, your mind is too stupid to be able to understand what I’m telling you.” You’re confused by what he says, you glare at him from your spot on the bed as he stands and approaches you, he reaches out his arms and pulls you close, before you have a moment to process, you’re seeing black again. You fight to stay conscious, you claw and grab at him but you grow weaker with each try.
“N… No please, I don’t wanna… I wanna stay, please…” But you’re gone. He holds you for a moment until he’s sure you’re out cold.
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When you wake again you’re laying on the ground, no, not the ground but a cold floor. It feels like metal, you scramble to stand but are met by cold steel bars above you, you aren’t able to stand taller than a low crouch, you’re enclosed by steel bars too, on every side.
A cage.
A cage.
You’re in a cage. Panic and claustrophobia set in as you hyperventilate beyond calming down, you aggressively rattle the sides in a feeble attempt to break free, you slam your fists against the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum and you scream.
“Let me out! Let me fucking out! Help! Let me out!” you can feel bruises forming on your knuckles as you beat against cold steel, attempting to make as much noise as possible. You frantically crawl around the small cage checking each sides for signs of the man, you just need to bargain with him. Anything is better than this, anything. He’s given you a t-shirt this time and although your cunt is completely exposed from you having to stay on your hands and knees, it was long enough to almost cover your dignity completely.
“You need to calm down pet, you’re far too worked up for me to let you out. Do you want help?” He’s crouched now, meeting you at eye level, with his eyes almost softening as he looks at you through your tears. You nod and sob in a pathetic attempt to get on his good side. He reaches a hand through the bars and pets your head, “Sit back on your heels for me pet, this will help.” You do as he asks and close your eyes in anticipation. The next thing you feel is freezing cold water spilling over you again, you’re gasping and spluttering again, shivering and crying, what the fuck?! He smirks at you once more, “Isn’t that better? You’ve cooled off now, do you want to come out?” he crouches again, “Ask nicely”.
“W… Whats your name please?” his eyebrow arches at your question and he looks genuinely startled.
“It’s Toji, but you’ll call me Sir, unless you want to push my buttons. Do you want to push my buttons, little girl?” You bite your lip and aggressively shake your head. You’re soaked now, freezing cold and shivering away.
“You didn’t answer my question, I didn’t think it was that hard, or do you need to stay there for a little while longer?” you can tell he’s growing impatient by the way he’s standing straight now, contemplating other things.
“No please, I… I want to come out, please. Please, god, please let me out… Sir.” You’re pressing your nose against the cage now, wrapping two hands around steel rods, looking up at him like a little puppy. He turns to face you and laughs.
“Very well, you can earn it.” He’s pushed his trousers and his pants to his knees before you can say anything, his impossible member finally free, it could be the same size as his forearm. You gasp and recoil, he can’t expect you to do anything with that! He knees next to your cage and gives himself a few rubs up and down before pushing his cock between the bars. “I know you’re a stupid girl but I’m assuming your whore mouth will know what to do with this, or would you like me to show you? It’s not your fault, so I’m not angry, but if you do it wrong or you touch me with your teeth, you’ll regret it. Go ahead puppy.” He motions for you to place your mouth around his impressive cock and you close your eyes in one last bid to bring back your memories with no luck.
Fuck.
You look into his unwavering eyes before leaning forward and placing tender licks at the massive head as it jolts against your wet muscle, you circle it slowly allowing every drop of precum to soak your lips, working as a lubricant. You encircle the head and begin to bob your mouth on and off, just teasing the tip as you don’t want to go to fast or to make any mistakes for fear of what he will do to you. You feel a large hand on the back of your head, guiding your mouth further down his length as he hits the back of your throat and you gag against him, drawing out a loud grunt. He fucks his hips into your throat as you notice that you’re not even housing half of his length as anxiety takes over and you fight for any amount of oxygen you can suck through your nostrils on his pulling out. The sounds erupting from your throat are enough to frighten anybody and the strings of saliva coming from your mouth, and now your nose, would usually make you recoil, but the way that Toji is manhandling you is having the opposite effect.
Every groan and moan you elicit from this huge man is causing your cunt to drip. What a masochist, you brand yourself. Subconsciously you begin pressing your thighs together for some form of friction to relieve the butterflies circling around your bare cunt, this does not go unnoticed by Toji. He flicks his hand and the cage is gone and you’re free, you notice immediately but have no motivation to pull away from his vice grip. Instead you place your hands between your legs as you continue working his cock with your throat, and grind against your wrists. You hadn’t realized that Tojis grasp on your head was gone and he was now leaning back, watching you before him, a sight to behold, a depraved, masochistic little puppy humping her own wrists, soaked through, and forcing herself to take his cock as far down her throat at humanely possible.
You were whimpering now, little cries of pleasure as you chased a high you had no right to chase, Toji thought. He leaned forward to access his pockets and takes out a cigarette box, he places a cigarette between the scar on his lip and lights it, taking a long drag. He was enjoying the show and he had no intentions of stopping you until you were about to come undone before him, a cruel master yes, but he knows best.
He can see the change in your posture now, you’re more hunched over and your movements are erratic, you’ve practically stopped pleasuring him and you’re only focused on the building fire between your thighs. Toji takes his cigarette out of his mouth and stubs it out on the side of your neck, you screech and recoil but his other hand is faster than you, gripping your fragile throat he holds you as the embers melt your skin.
“Stupid girl. I know what you were doing, humping your hands like a hungry puppy, weren’t you?” He grabs your jaw with his right hand and nods it up and down, “Yes Toji, I was humping myself so I could get off. I’m such a stupid, depraved whore that the slightest bit of interest causes my cunt to pour!” he mimics your high pitch voice, letting out a sadistic laugh, “You can’t help it, you don’t know any better. Let me scratch that itch for you little puppy.” He’s standing now, effortlessly lifting you into his arms like you weigh nothing, stalking across the room and sitting in the big wooden chair he allows you to readjust yourself to straddle his muscular thigh.
“Show me how you were humping your hands pet, let me see.” He’s serious as anything as he requests this from you, starting deadpan into your eyes, burning holes in the back of your scull. “I said show me.” You cry again, pleading for some relief, begging for him to stop as you begin to grind yourself against his thigh. “He settles back into the chair with his large hands grasping at your hips, forcing you to grind harder, faster. You begin mewling softly, your body betraying your mind again. This isn’t what you want, but its exactly what you need. Toji begins to bounce his thigh up into you, eliciting a full moan as the fat of his thigh applies pressure to your sensitive clit, he’s forcing your hips to work faster still and you feel the fire burning up as quickly as those bedsheets did.
“M’gonna, I’m gonna… Ohhhhh, please. Please I’m going to come!” you dare to reach out and place two palms on Tojis thick chest as you begin to see stars, the pressure is too much and you’re scrambling away from his thigh as he pushes you harder still.
“That’s it pet, ride it out. Come all over my thigh, you filthy little girl. You depraved little puppy. That’s it,” He smirks again, watching your eyes roll as you finally inhale and come around. Your mouth is ajar, your cheeks flushed a rosy pink and your eyes glossed over with the power of your orgasm as you look at him. “What do you say puppy?”
“Thank you Daddy” its over the threshold of your lips before you can stop it. Shit.
“Daddy? You really are a little fucked up aren’t you?” You see primal lust spread over his face as he considers your calling him daddy, he likes it, the sick fuck but really, who are you to call him sick? “I drug you, kidnap you, drug you again, trap you in a cage, try to drown you twice and you’re happy to call me Daddy? There is something wrong with you pet. You’re as fucked up as me!” He laughs again, but its more manic this time.
He pushes you onto your hands and knees and before you can stand you’re back in the cage. Where did it come from?!
“If you can sit here quietly for an hour whilst I read, I’ll fuck you, and let you go, understand puppy?” you’ve never been so confused in your life yet you nod and settle down against the cold steel, your soaking shirt preventing you from warming up, you peel it off and shove it through the bars of the cage, ultimately rejecting the act of kindness.
Toji drags the cage across the floor and sets you just before the chair he was seated on before, he sits and uses the cage to rest his feet on, picking up a book, he feigns reading. As far as you’re aware he’s reading, but really what he’s doing is watching you, imagining all the depraved things he’ll do to you, how he will make enough time for it all. With his lower region clothe-less, he begins to slowly pump his cock to the sight of you, balled up in the foetal position, you’re not sobbing which is a shame but it’s a sight to behold nonetheless.
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Your fingers trace the burn Toji had brandished you with, it was stinging now but it was a welcome pain, a nice distraction from the overwhelming sense of dread you were currently housing. You feel conflicted about this man, but you’re not hating it. You think back to the cage being removed, how it just disappeared into seemingly thin air, you figure somewhere along the line, you didn’t wake up, and that you’re still sleeping. There is no way that any of this is actually happening, right?
“Hey, cunt.” He calls out and you manoeuvre to face him, he kicks the cage with such a force that you feel winded. You let out a whimper and begin to cry again. “That’s better”, you notice that he’s touching himself, that he’s getting off to your crying. You would be disgusted but surprisingly you’re turned on. He’s smoking another cigarette as he takes you in and he looks, well marvellous. You decide that if you’re still sleeping, you don’t have to worry about being hurt, you’ll just wake up and be fine after all, so what’s the harm?
“Daddy?” You call out.
“Yes little girl.” He answers, neither of you has broken eye contact and it’s the most intense moment you have ever partaken in.
“Can I touch myself? Please” You ask, you anxiously await him to decline but instead he nods.
“Go ahead puppy, touch till your hearts content.” Your heart is racing in your ears and you feel like you might throw up, still, you lay your back against the uncomfortable bars and spread your pale legs for him, putting on a show. “You have such a pretty little cunt. So pretty, and tasty too, I bet.” He’s jacking himself off with more vigour this time and you’re quite enjoying it. You reach two fingers and circle your clit edging slowly towards your entrance you barely push past the nailbed before pulling out and licking the tips clean. You whimper as you close your eyes and watch Toji turn green with envy.
“s’taste good puppy?” he asks genuinely, you nod and continue to push your fingers deeper into your mouth reaching towards the back of your throat. He’s had enough and with a wave of his hand the cage is gone again. There’s no safety barrier between the two of you now and he’s inches away from your innocence. His large arms snake around your thighs and pull you taught against him as he hungrily laps at your cunt, his large tongue eliciting mewls of pleasure from you, you dare to place a hand on his head and feel his hair, its unnecessarily soft, what the fuck? You think. You run your fingers through his hair before he grabs your hand and smacks it hard against the wooden floor.
“Don’t touch if you know what’s good for you pet.” You shudder against his cold words and his hot tongue, the combination sending you to another realm but you can’t help yourself, you grab at his hair as he probes his index finger against your hole.
“I said don’t touch, are you stupid?” its an ugly spit as he pulls away from you and grabs your hair to pull you upwards a little. He reaches for his cigarettes again lighting one and taking a long drag, he exhales the smoke and looks at you, “Open wide puppy, let me see that tongue.” You oblige, wanting to please him and he presses the embers of his cigarette against your tongue this time. It burns more than your neck and the ashes taste like shit. He finishes his little play by spitting in your mouth again. “Go on stupid, swallow before I do it again.” You cry out in defeat as he repeats the process five times, your mouth burns and tastes like shit, your face is soaked with tears and Toji’s spit and you just want to rest. He looks at your broken face and smiles, it’s the first time he’s smiled and not just smirked as he leans down to kiss you and you meet him hungrily, yearning for any sense of praise.
“Good girl, well done. You took it so good. Well done. I’m proud. Daddies proud.” He gushes, “but your mouth tastes like shit, shall we sort that out? Weakly, you nod before collapsing into Toji’s arms, he lifts you and carries you through a door frame you don’t remember existing, and places you down on what you think is a bathroom sink, its large and marble and its cold against your bottom. Toji stands between your thighs and reaches behind you for a toothbrush and some toothpaste, “Open wide again” he instructs, you do as he says, too broken to argue anymore and let him scrub your mouth and tongue. You cry out when the menthol stings your burned tongue, the pain indescribable and Toji tuts. “I wouldn’t have had to do this if you’d just behave, its all your fault puppy, be good for Daddy and he’ll be good for you, its that simple.” You nod and spit into a cup as he brings it to your lips, rinsing it out, he fills it with water and allows you to rinse your mouth out, fat tears wetting your blotchy, cried out face when the pain starts again.
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Your back hits the mattress as Toji places you down softly and stands to look at you, “I’m gonna fuck you now, for me, you’ve had your turn and I want mine, do you understand?” you’re sure that you’re starting to find him rather attractive as you nod, praying that your body falls unconscious before he rips you apart from the inside. You’re not sure you can take anymore pain.
He’s flipped you onto your front before you can register and he’s spitting onto his fingers as you fall forward letting your head and arms rest on the bed as your knees prop you up in the ideal position for him to fuck into. He stretches you out over two of his fingers and you mewl and whimper at the feeling of such a large foreign body. “You’re going to have to do better if you’re expecting to fit all of me. Take a deep breath pet, I’ve got you.” You inhale, half-assed and Toji rubs his head against your tight cunt. You cry out as he pushes it in, “Its just the head puppy, keep breathing, I’m going to take care of you.” You breathe jagged breaths as he pulls out and thrusts in a few centimetres deeper each time, you’re thankful for the mattress that can muffle your screams as he fucks into you, splitting you in half. You’re sobbing again before you realise he’s fucking you to the hilt, with nothing more to give. You reach a hand down to your abdomen and press against the skin. You’re sure you can feel him probing you, fucking you, ramming into you and hitting against your cervix.
It’s pain like you’ve never known before and you can feel yourself slipping in and out, you’re thankful for the peaceful blackness when it comes, only to be dragged back as Toji pulls out of you completely. He does this and flips you back on to your front, grasping at your thighs and pulling you close to him, a large hand ceases your breathing as he presses against your windpipe and slaps you repeatedly with the other hand, tears are pouring again and Toji is smirking at you, breathlessly as he chases his own undoing.
As though he was bored, he picks you up with no effort whatsoever and fucks you onto him, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the wall of mirrors opposite the bed and Toji growls into your ear, he sucks and nibbles on your delicate throat, breaking capillaries and causing bruises to form in seconds. The pain and the pleasure, the humiliation and the degradation, its all too much as you clench around him for a final time.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, little girl, I’m going to come, fuck. Grip me like that yeah, oh. Fuck. Fuck!” Toji groans as he settles on his knees in front of the mirrors, still relentlessly lifting you up and down his cock, milking himself with you, like you are his personal flesh light. You’re completely gone at this point, the darkness having collected you and you taking its hand and slipping off.
Toji places you on the floor and motions for the cage to capture you once again, he was going to let you go, but you are much more fun than he possibly could have imagined. So easy to manipulate, so easy to fuck. So easy. You were his new favourite play thing, and you weren’t going anywhere.
He wonders how you will react upon waking, if he will have to drug you again. His cock twitches at the thought, but he knows better.
You need to rest, he thought.
He collapses on the bed, laying on his back and allowing sleep to wash over him too.