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The door makes a high pitched wailing sound as it opens from across the room.
You can't see anything, the blindfold stapled to your face was too stuck on to pull away, even if you were able to get your hands free somehow.
You could recognize the footsteps from miles away, so could everyone else. The others moaned in agony as he passed, probably reaching out at him, begging to be set free somehow, even if it meant being killed. Not you though. You kept your head down low to the floor, your knees cold from the wet tile, your wrists and neck sore from the chains digging into your skin.
He steps closer to you. You can feel terror well up in your stomach, along with something else. You knew what was gonna happen if he wanted to play with you today. You'd been there for months now, you knew what he wanted you for- what he kept you alive for.
Satisfaction.
Closer still, you could practically hear his breath beating down on you.
He whistled.
You buck your shoulders and become alert, darting towards him and bowing your head down as far as your body could manage without choking you.
"Hello master…" You whisper, flinching for a moment when you weren't sure you were about to be hit or not.
He didn't respond, he barely ever did. It made him more menacing that way. The control freak loved to keep people guessing what he was thinking.
He pressed the palm of his hand into the back of your head, shoving you down to the ground at his leather boots.
You hesitate for a moment, and he moves your head again.
You kiss his shoes, licking them and slobbering on them as you dehumanize yourself. You squirm, fighting against the tightness around your neck that was making it harder and harder to breathe.
He grabs your head again, pulling you up and pinning you against the wall. You let out a yelp of pain as he rips the cloth from your face.
"Shhh." He puts a gloved finger to your lips. His unfeeling eyes set on you, reflecting the light from all angles.
"You want me?" You whisper, trying to keep any hint of disagreement out of your tone… he was nicer to you if you were nicer to him.
He smiled, getting close to your face and nipping your ear. His cologne was strong, alcohol smelling. His breath felt sterile, warm, but not passionate, only lustful.
You don't move, you can feel his hand slowly reach towards your neck as he plays with your ear. He growls, squeezing you for a moment and holding you up.
You gasp for air, squirming again as he chokes you.
He lets go before you've had any serious damage done to you. He sits you against the wall, propped up against him.
He unzips his pants.
He rubs against you for a while, his breath turning rugged as he moved his hips.
"You're so big." You squeak.
He hums to himself, letting go of your hips for a moment to reach behind him.
He pulled out a pistol. The barrel was long, a sheer silver color.
He loaded it, and cocked it.
You felt dread deep within the pit of your stomach.
"Quiet." He whispers. His voice was soft, like a teacher trying to settle a student down during a test.
You tense up, eyeing him as he drags the gun along your naked body. He teases your sensitive areas with it, pursing his lips when you flinch.
He holds the gun up to your face, pointing the barrel at your mouth. He presses the tip against your lips, parting them and thrusting the gun down your throat until you gag. You desperately try not to make a sound, knowing you'd be dead if you disobeyed him.
He began rubbing against you again, teasing you and playing with your sensitive parts. You were having trouble breathing. Your throat reflexed against the barrel of the gun, the uncomfortable coldness of it made you spasm. Along with the rough handling of your lower body, it was unbearable.
He was done teasing now. He took the gun from your mouth and thrust the barrel deep into you, holding your hips down with his other hand and watching with amusement as you struggled against him.
He fucks you with the gun, keeping a finger on the trigger the whole time. You squeeze your mouth closed and shut your eyes, trying to ignore the sensations.
It was too stiff to be comfortable for you, you could feel every centimeter sliding in and out against your insides, becoming slicker each time he pushed it in.
He moved his wrist slightly, hitting you in a spot that made your stomach lurch.
You could feel yourself about to orgasm. The building tightness in your gut made your skin crawl. Your muscles spasmed and you opened your mouth.
He paused his motions, observing you.
You let out a squeal. It came out by itself.
Fear grips your heart for a few moments before he pulls the gun out of you and holds it to his face, licking the tip.
You're out of breath now, tired. You have to put your full weight on him in order to keep up straight.
He sets the gun down.
And then he sets you down.
He grabs your face, tugging on your lips and sticking his fingers in your mouth, touching the back of your tongue.
"Uh oh." He clicks his tongue.
He tugs at it, sticking his thumb against your salivary gland and pinching it. You cry out, trying to beg him to stop.
"You wanna keep it?" He whispers in your ear.
"Uuh- huhh!" You moan, tears streaming down your face.
"Next time I won't be so nice." He grunts.
He throws you onto the floor with ease.
He turns as you try and collect yourself, grabbing what looks like a riding crop.
Before you could think to move, he swings over his head and smacks you with it, the sting resonates inside you.
You whine, moving slightly so you weren't facing him anymore.
He hits you again, over and over until your skin is bright red, paying special attention to your bottom.
He moves above you, using the riding crop to turn you on your back.
He puts a foot on your chest.
"What now, master?" You ask. Your vision is blurry now, there's too many tears in your eyes.
"Little grub." He whispers. "You talk so much." He turns his head to the side.
"I'm scared." You blurt.
"Hmm." He breathes.
You stare at him, afraid. "You didn't kill me." You mumble.
"You're only here for one reason." He says. "You've been good."
You nod. "Yessir."
"You could've been on display a long time ago, grub."
You nod again.
"You should thank me."
"Yessir- thank you sir. Oh, thank you!" You cry. "I'm alive! I'm alive!" Your shoulders shake.
He takes his foot off of you and moves to the side as you start coughing.
"I could string you up. I could give you a few extra holes. Hmm." He watches you as you struggle. His eyes are bright.
He gets down on his hands and knees, pouncing on you again, wrestling with you until he'd pinned you down once more. He brought your legs up, pulling them behind your head. You wince.
He licks his lips, pressing down hard on you as he fucked you.
He was rough, gripping you tightly and pinching you when you tried to move.
He left hickeys on your body, like markings so it was visible that you were his property.
His cock was thick and veiny, it hurt rubbing against your raw insides, but the pressure was exhilarating.
He finished inside you, moaning rather loudly in your ear and twitching a bit.
He moved off of you, cleaning himself up and zipping his pants before fixing your restraints.
He pulled a gag out from his back pocket.
"Wait!" You yelp.
He pauses.
"Please… please, master." You ask. "Can I know your name?"
He turns his head. "You think you're special?"
"Please, take some pity on me. That's all I want."
"Asa." He says, stuffing the gag in your mouth and tying you up.
He leaves you and the others in the dark again. He'd be back in who knew how long. But he'd be back.
He always came back to you, special one.