Long wait time again, apologies.
For the first time, however, the art was done before the story.
Partially due to me being picky on some parts...
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De-Programmed
Part 9
Part 9
Her captor's mercy did not persist long as it passed into the next few days of slowly escalating torment. He went back through the motions as though nothing had occurred, as if his actions were business as usual. More bondage, commands, presenting and sexual submission. No respite from his perverse indulgences, prying deeper at her fragmented psyche.
A psyche that she struggled to recover, yet as always she strived to. She was cultivating a new plot, a new hope. Holding to a belief that she could produce a solution. It took so much for her to muster any real biting comment to him, yet she did. She swallowed down her fear and even slung but the barest biting critique of him as she did before. Which did not render any immediate punishment. Despite his peculiar nature he still stood steadfast to the rules he rendered unto her before.
Not even a week had passed and she had mustered the will through the fear and narcotics to cast the dim shadows of her previous aspersions. The escalation occurred before she could commit to that. As she started to formulate a theory it would be lost as the pressure of his tasks would crush her focus and drive her memory to shambles. Yet fleck by fleck she was working on it, she felt it. There was a solution, there has to be a solution.
The days dragged out stretching her thin, leaving her so drained that the comforting grasp of torpor quickly stole her away. Leaving little time for her acrimonious ruminations of vengeful retribution which would allow her escape. She had to work through thought in the moments between. When her mind wasn’t wracked with fear, numbed by ecstasy, or lobotomized from overstimulation. She was still constantly wrestling her instincts that demanded obeisance else they unleash the icy grip of chilling fear across her while in the presence of her rapist. To say there was progress would be measurements in micrometers, but it was progress to her.
Today she would transgress, across the barrier within herself that she felt grasp her soul. She would stare into his eyes, swallow the knotted glass in her throat and slip out the bitter criticism that was aching at her heart again. She wanted a line, a place where she could look to and see she was strong. Strong enough to overcome all the things in her that he took advantage of, that he abused to demean her. It will be today.
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Liana was grasped from slumber by the alarm of instinctual dread. The dull thump of her captors' footsteps above boomed in her dreams. Demonic spoors in her mind wrenched her awake as alarm bells went off. The same dread that wrapped itself around her every day coiled around her, threatening to wring her dry.
She tensed, clenching her fists over the sheets as she sat up. She closed her eyes to count her breaths. In, and out. Trying to steel herself against the rising dread, a fight she could not truly win as she was. Shuddering as she let it pass over her, submerged in the sensation till it subsumed her and then, another breath, she came out of the other side. Her whole body shuddered as the door opened. An unstable peace came upon her as he entered. Not risking her composure with a wayward glance she saw him moving about in her peripherals.
With his signature mechanical efficiency, her captor assembled his position on the outside of the cell with the usual items: A chair, a small table, and his current iteration of breakfast which, while hunger had not been an issue with her, she did fear drawing his ire. Thus she acquiesced to his ritual of not simply ensuring she has food but also feeding her that he had adopted more frequently since the night he simply allowed her to recover on her own. Reaching for small bits of the food through the bars which she accepted with the appropriate humility. She stifled her instinctual desire to shudder in fear at his presence. Somehow managing to resist with a desire to not allow for any further displays of weakness than she was already forced to express.
Finishing the last offering of egg, sausage, and hashbrowns that he had prepared for her he moved to clear off the table while she imbibed the last of the libation he offered her. The mind numbing concoction mixed with water still had an aftertaste that made her wretch. If not because of its taste, more so because of the knowledge of its purpose.
She placed the cup outside her cell while she waited, again unable to directly gaze upon him, yet possessed by an anxious curiosity she indirectly perceived his actions. Looking out the corner of her eye to see him collect various devices which he started to assemble outside the cell. Picking up the empty beverage and placing it in the sink as he finally finished his newest presentation to torment her.
“Now. Which of these do you prefer?” Unlike usual gatherings of simpler looking phallic objects some of these were… alien. Mutant, distorted, like that of some deep sea creature or strange looking plant life. Going from the most eccentric design for some nerve damaged nymphomaniac to the more milquetoast designs of a normal looking manhood. All of them were fairly unique in their presentation, most had additional accessories added on. Vibrating pills added to middle, silicon nobs, bulbous designs with ribbed exteriors. None were necessarily anything she would choose under normal circumstances, as even the smallest was large enough to make her uncomfortable.
Gritting her teeth she wished she could just say none of them, however he made it clear the last time she tried to resist. Again surveyed the menagerie of disturbing things arrayed before her. The arrangement of peculiarities seemed supernatural. Things she might have seen in her dreams.
Of course Liana had her own tastes but nothing so… excessive. Some of them were so horribly intimidating, in size, shape, texture. She was somewhat awe struck that someone would entertain the thought of inserting them into-
“Oh… you like this one?” He seemed to notice her uneasy gaze locking on the girthy cylinder of silicone. “I think it's a bit advanced for you but-”
“N-NO! Sir… I.. I am merely looking. If you would give me a moment…” She shrunk from his prodding assumption with a shudder causing her hairs to stand on end with disgust. Her captor pulled his hand away from the object of contention giving her a moment, she swore that he smirked at her visible reaction.
“The opportunity to choose does not mean an opportunity to delay. However since your request contained proper etiquette, you may have a minute, a single minute. Otherwise I will choose for you.” He held up a finger in front of his face before pointing to the clock along the wall just as the second hand passed the Ten mark.
Liana’s eyes darted between the choices, trying to rapidly evaluate the profile of each and how viable it would be to use on her; as well, something she hadn’t considered, that he could have a variety of uses in mind. The choices from what she could see were varied in material as much as design and size. She bit her lip, closed her eyes as she pointed straight out from where she was. From what she could see it was the most normal looking one, nothing too eccentric about it aside from it being somewhat large, however anything smaller seemed to be more exotic in design. It would not have ever been her first choice in a less demanding environment yet it was within her capabilities as it was.
“Ah. Fair, we can’t all be so exotic and daring as some.” She didn’t open her eyes as his voice fractured the stillness. There was a muffled shuffling underneath the pounding of her own heartbeat which she had become aware of. Something soft, silicone, phallic for sure as she felt over its surface having a smooth simple side. She heard shuffling outside the cage followed by the clattering of hard substances like plastic, glass, and metal. Then the sound of his footsteps away from her as the drawers to the workbench opened. With his presence minimized she found the courage to finally look at what she had sentenced herself to.
It was most certainly not something she would choose in a normal circumstance, despite its normal shaft and smooth structure that culminated in the typical glans of a milquetoast phallus, still larger than she would have preferred it was…
“A good choice, as I said. Now, you will use it, but this time you shall use it for oral sex.” He produced a set of tools from under his seat, of which she had not noticed due to the other objects presented to her. He reached up towards her hand with the tools of which she summarily recoiled from the action falling away from the cell wall.
He halted for a moment as he watched her shrink at his approach. Waiting a moment before he continued, letting her compose herself. Taking her selection into his grasp he grabbed a palm sized cylindrical vice that he clasped around a bar near the foot of her bed. Sticking a bolt into a fixture along its side he tightened it till it stuck in place before reaching the toy through the bars and affixing it to a post sticking out of one side of the clamp with several holes horizontal along its surface. He pulled the toy over the post then jabbed a wingnut through a metal hole near its base. The post forced the swaying silicon to become rigid and erect as it protruded into her cage. Liana’s ears folded down as she began to fully appreciate the event.
“Now, your task is to perform oral sex on your chosen toy.” Liana felt her muscles tense, trying to contain the coming tremor from her contentious emotions. Nothing new, nothing she hadn’t felt before. Yet the context was so stilted with her mind muddled in soporific miasma. Her frustration bubbled from within. At least till she glanced towards him. Shrouded in austerity, his presence still cowed her. Her control over how she aired her emotions rumbled over her, a quake shedding her pride again allowed her to step forward. She would not refuse to commit, but the former frustration from before had mounted over the past few days to the point where she could at least commit to this.
She took a breath, plodding across the cell again to kneel and humiliate herself before him again. Taking the silicon column into her mouth. She conducted herself upon it like some placid zombie. Anxiety kept her on task, yet no effort was directed to the intensity of it. Her mind adrift between myriad emotions bubbling up from the bottom. Her control over her own state of being so limited that it was more like she was drifting along the winds than actually having a train of thought.
There was the same spark as always however. A pattern she still had the will to conjure somehow through boundless stubborn curmudgeon. Unable to grit teeth as she subtly bit down dragging her fangs over her quarry left mild irritation, slowing her progress but helping focus on that spark as she captured it as a firefly between her fingers. Clasping the minor ember of fury she throated the silicon protuberance that delved between the lips of her maw. Scraping over the surface of the phallus was, as she began to pick up the pace with her eyes watering she reached for the bars, grasping them as supports with her vision blurring and breath short she continued to hasten.
There was a tip of the balance here, where the prescient shame of the act had begun to fall before that same fire she could stoke. Her mind disrupted through the sensations of the rod down her throat. Suppression of her gag reflex was a task she had enough veterancy with for there to be no issue. At this point the amount of focus the task took for her was somehow cathartic as it brought her conscious thought away from where she was, what she was doing and why she was doing it. Context faded into mere concepts with the progressive intensity of her sexual display.
The sensations within her mind were too complex to properly imbibe in her current state, no longer perceiving the shame which stalled her. Turning instead to utilize the action with her anger. The stifled breath from the culminating snapshots of suffocation. The sensation of the lifeless silicon filling her throat. An echoing pang of throbbing along the walls of The form of stimulation she was steeped in left her, at least in some minor way. All the times she had been cowed, allowed herself to bend to him. It was all so naive, so tinted with the perception of her position making it so she imagined it would work out. None of it had and part of her was angry not with him, but with herself. Letting it come this far, being so bound to who she is, who she thought she was.
The pace increased as she let her jaw loosen as she continued to nurture the spark, following the warmth of fury as it bubbled within her, thawing the frigid numbness of fear. No longer was it just a tool she would turn on him. She plunged down on it one final time, throwing herself onto it. Crashing onto it as her eyes watered, distorting her vision through her squinting eyes. She peered at him as his presence was blurred into a warped mass of black and white. Till the tear was shed letting her see through to him for just a moment. Looking him over as she held herself down to the base of her target. Letting it fill her sore throat as her heart pounded in her head. She could stay here, choke herself out, maybe even die from it. Would he do anything?
She focused on him, scanning him as the steely prickle of anxiety skittered over her. The mind is still holding onto the fear, his eyes, his presence. The constricting fear clouded behind the scourging act of submission this time. Her mind now turned to what would he do?
She continued to stay there as the primal need to breathe magnified, the desire for fresh air went from a comfortable suggestion to an existential need but she didn’t falter. She held herself, till finally she saw it. A subtle movement, the austere presence of her captor fractured as he seemed to shift in his chair, moving to rise. The alarm bells of the animal within pushing against her, she folded, letting herself fall from the task she was given as it unsheathed itself from her throat. Splattering arcs of saliva scattering around her as she fell backward to the floor gasping desperately for air with her minor victory.
Yet as she allowed for the wave of minor satisfaction to wash over her, the demeanor of her captor shifted. His posture scowled down at her, the deadpan which masked his emotions was undisturbed, in contrast to his silhouette that tensed. He walked across the room letting her lay there as her labored breathing slowly normalized. There was a moment of peace where neither seemed to take action. As far as she had come she would be remiss if she did not take some initiative in trying to take some control of her situation again. Thus she took action as best she could, rising from the floor slowly as she rested against the bed.
“All… you were expecting… sir?” She still had to suppress the impulse to cough as her throat burned. Her ravenous need for air led to her breathing too deeply, sucking in the excess of saliva. A throbbing sensation in her skull dully reverberated with each pounding heartbeat.
“I must admit you took it rather well. It is similar to before your rebellion, yet I assume at that time it was to ingratiate yourself. Now however it seemed to be a bit more effort than before. Any particular reason?” His voice carried something with it, as though he was honestly curious. Perhaps uncertain.
“Just expressing… myself.” Her breathing was normalizing, the moment was becoming more clear as she passed through the wave of emotions giving a moment of stillness within her mind.
“In the end there. You se… seemed to be concerned with my wellbeing… More so than myself.” The sweat over her body began to cool as her temperature started to normalize again. He looked her over for a moment before nodding.
“If it wasn’t evident, I am of course invested in your continued existence. As stated before, it benefits both of us for you to remain as intact as possible. You approached your task with the desired intensity, however not with the appropriate state of mind. As visible in the way you seemed to end the exercise.” As indirect as ever, perhaps a product of his speech. She felt it was more because of some perception of superiority, a thought that brought a feeling of disgust she was only able to mask through a frustrated sneer. She was the one in the cage.
“You have shown a lack of concern for your own safety in the past. Perhaps not on purpose but I cannot assume that you are ever in your right mind, whether you are on medication or not. In spite of that, I appreciate how you have started to recover from the passive despair you seemed to be suffering from. Now, seemingly aware of the consequences of placid obeisance. However, you seem particularly cogent today…” He rubbed his chin, letting his eyes drift off as they stared through her. Somehow it was even more uncomfortable than when she looked into his eyes, causing her to involuntarily squirm beneath his gaze.
“We could expand this task to explore how much you have really recovered.” He started to turn around as she saw some looming shadow appear in his movements, a prelude to another torment she was ill prepared for. Her heart leapt into her throat as chills came over her. The cold grasp of her terror wrapped itself around her throat as she instinctively interjected.
“Ah.. Why… why More?” He halted on his heel, frozen for a moment. She quickly began to re-assert control as the sensation faded and she returned to speaking.
“I mean, what is this other idea sir… what is it for?” She could still feel the beating of her heart over her whole body. The sudden shock to her system ringing through her.
“Well. Usually I like to surprise you but I can at least allow a glimpse…” He turned back to her. The sense of dread fading yet not dissipating from her marrow.
“If you were to conjure a guess what do you imagine would be the core reason I brought you here?” There was a curve of a smile at the edges of his face, yet it was like an approximation of emotion. As though his calculated mind was attempting to produce a response by presenting what it assumed would be a provocative presentation. She wasn’t in the headspace to combat her innate response as it was.
“I… you mean … sex? Do you ever… How do you think this will go? Participation is-”
“Optional? In a technical sense yes. Yet there is so much more to a relationship than simple sex, or even physical interaction. There is back and forth, a rapport even if it is bristling with loathing is more complicated and endearing than alternatives that most everyone sneers down their snout at. It’s a fair assumption based on the treatment you have been given so far. Yet I assure you that there is more depth to it than that. If I wanted simple sex there are always other options, if I have the excess income to invest in a sound proof, electronically monitored basement for holding someone I could likely afford to acquire a prostitute or rent some vapid whore for a few weeks. Physical intimacy is part of the endeavor but far from the primary motive. ” His voice didn’t betray if he held a deeper vitriol for his statement, let alone experience. His tone was unmoving as usual, yet over the time she had been with him she could at least parse when he was trying to present his idea of what an emotion is.
“So the goal here is to make something more complex out of me, sir? No matter the cost?” She had vague, dreamlike estimations of his target yet any attempt to ground her thoughts were evasive at best. Eternally teetering on the tip of her tongue it was more pressing into it and discovering what her thoughts mean after she uttered them. Act then think instead of her more trained think then act.
“Do you really think that will end well?” He leaned back, his posture returning to the rigid static structure it usually presented.
“I am fairly certain that with enough effort it will be possible to make you useful to me in the ways I have deemed necessary. I desire to complete this process without damaging the core elements of your personality which caught my interest in the first place. I want to own you, not just a single element like your physical form or sexual gratification; all of you. That includes the sharper sides of your personality. You of course often give more than that, but we’ll work on it.” Without looking at his eyes she wasn’t exactly able to read him, but with just the words it almost felt like a backhanded compliment? She was somewhat flustered.
“Which is related to the complexity you offer, or that I seek to make you offer. Elements that some say you can pay for but in reality it’s just surface level. You pretended to be on its positive side not so long ago if you hazard another guess.” Her eyes darted across the ground as they linked invisible elements from the ether together. Filling the sieve with enough ideas that finally the parts started to reveal themselves.
“Behavior!...” A not so subtle shout that lanced from her, piercing the silence that followed as they both seemed to sit for a moment. Her captor quizzically raised a brow while she simply found herself stunned at the intensity of her outburst.
"It is… It is behavior sir.”the brittle gears inside clicked into place as her thoughts followed.
“You are trying to condition a domain of acceptable responses that are instinctually recognized through fear and reward…”
“Impressive, that is an effective summary yet I would add a bit. Your behavior is important as you have already surmised. You have been allowed freedom to speak your mind within a very limited restriction of honorifics. As well your obedience is required to fulfill your role here. There are many things I would happen to desire your company for, after you have learned to accept your position here that is. It is possible you could learn to like it here, however unlikely. Ultimately as long as you learn to live within the bounds I present there will be an acceptable outcome for both of us. However I would expect that it would have been obvious from our previous lessons. It is a fair set of reasoning that my method would be Pavlovian in nature. There is more to it, but I would say that’s close enough for a passing grade in this case. Especially with the handicaps you are under.” Liana couldn’t mask the warped sneer that crept over her snout, she now lacked the mental clarity to limit instinctual responses. Something she knew he would pick up on immediately after she failed to resume the somber supplication which had grasped her. If she couldn’t mask it she would lean into it.
“So what? You want me to be what!? Your companion? Your-your-your friend?” She was chasing the rabbit in her mind, she wanted to bite into the succulent sensation of victory as she pursued the vitriol again. Letting the acerbic desire for vengeance coat her. Her days of nearly no sleep aligned with these humiliating tasks already had her wrought with torpid curmudgeon. Her fear buckled under her frustration, letting her unload acrimonious bile that had been stewing beneath.Despite all the nervous tension, she still quailed at even the notion of such an arrangement as it squeezed the response out from her like paste from a tube.
“Oh yes sirrrr!!” Her tongue whipped forth with a sardonic vitriol, dragging his requested honorific across the floor.\t
“ A simply ingenious strategy! This was all so much easier than simply talking to me. Of course, kidnap and rape a woman to make her your friend! I can see us reminiscing about this whole affair over tea years from now. Cause anything else was just too damn hard, wasn’t it?!” Her captor simply took a deep breath. She almost drunkenly giggled at her speech, letting a humorless accent flavor her vitriol. Somehow it was a relief, even if fear of reprisal began to bubble beneath. At best a minor spark of defiance, yet enough to satiate the criteria she had laden upon herself from the previous day. She had mustered the minimum amount of rebellious nature to nurture her shattered pride. It was such a restorative bal dropping the mask to bite back… she wished she wouldn’t live to regret it. Slowly, his placid expression somehow flattened even further as he slowly rose. Towering over her as she was made aware of how she was still crumpled on the floor of her captor’s cage, fallen from her humiliating exercise.
“Not exactly a desirable response, but you have a Fair point.” He took a moment to simply stand there, extending the impact of her crumbling ego. It was obvious, she knew it would come, yet she was unprepared for how he could simply posture to evoke the sudden petrification. Her blood was like ice as she shivered under his gaze. Her ears folded down, gluing and her hair stood on end. Flashes of events that wound around her, constricting her every movement as his shadow cast her into an abyss. She meekly bowed as he stood over her. Only hearing as he stepped away, she hoped he might leave.
The familiar sound of him rustling through drawers as metal clanged and wood screeched let her heart sink. She wrestled with herself to not surrender to the sensation. Her will was so small again. The ray of light in the abyssal night that she indulged in only reminded her of how far she was from where she started. Her teeth chattered as the footsteps returned to the edge of her cage. She could barely even look at his feet as he stood there, not even a foot away. How he was so unthreatened by her current state.
The rattling ended, the sound of a drawer closing, clutching onto the stillness with a deep prayer to the universe that it would simply stop, and never continue. The indifferent response of time moving forward as the hard clacking from the sole of his shoes approached unleashed the tremors of the withered mind. Shivering like a child afraid of the dark, she wanted to bite down on something, grasp at the world and hold on to herself. It didn’t seem possible though. He stopped before the bars, standing within reach of her, yet she was beyond the capacity to even desire to harm. There was no desire for vengeance, only mercy.
“It is not exactly as though you are in a privileged position that would allow you to present a fair contest for me. Yet you seem to still be able to be combative, that is good..” He put his hand through the bars, she heard it, saw the motion beyond her brow as she looked to the ground. Yet she could not turn up to him.
“It is evident you retain your acrimonious essence. We will see if you are capable of following directives regardless of intrinsic motivation. So with that in mind we will test the extent of such behavior. To start, you must put this on first.” There was something in his grasp, piercing the veil between the outside world and her prison. His arm held something that every part of her instinct demanded she ignore. Calm was something she couldn’t grasp between breaths. Time moved ever onward as he stood before her. She found an ember of satisfaction from her small victory. She cradled it in her grasp, mustering the strength of atlas to raise her gaze to the product of her fear. What he held out was a simple object, a circular ring of metal with a single prong sticking out from it, at opposite sides were black leather straps hanging down from smaller rings strapped to the larger one. At the other end of the straps was a belt buckle on one side while the other had a series of holes in the center.
“Though it has been months, I am sure you are familiar with this. This time however, you will adorn yourself with it by choice.” Liana simply stared at it. Holding the piece of fetish equipment like some relic of a past time. When she was braver, angrier, unconquered. When she was more afraid of how this would affect her instead of what he would do to her. She clenched it as she closed her eyes feeling a tear well up in her eyes.
She turned away for a moment as she heard him shuffling around outside her cage. She never saw it before, but she had felt it. Her body trembled as she lifted it toward her face with her one palm. She was more aware of the piercing on her tongue and the shallow piece of metal that held it open. As he finished cleaning up outside the cage, storing all the excess materials for today's activities. She was not looking, but she could feel him watching her, gauging her reaction, contemplating. She opened her mouth, slowly bringing up the ring to her mouth. She couldn’t hold back the tears but she ignored them. The tremors over her body made her thoughtlessly clink the metallic circlet against her teeth. The heat of her short breaths made it difficult as she bit down on it, painfully due to the tension in her jaw magnifying.
Was she just going to let him win like this? Let her own emotions paralyze her? It was so much though. Her body at the edge of stasis resisting her every step of the way. Fear of punishment drove a demand for action, while the other clamped down on her body with a numbing tension. She started laughing again, nervous guttural things that made reaching up for the straps all the more difficult. Her legs started to give out beneath her as the battle within her seemed to be taking its toll. Liana angled her body towards the bars, leaning against them for a moment trying to finish. Of all the things she could think of, there were few reasons for him to have her put this on, and she didn't want to imagine any of them. Was she a coward? So terrified of what he would do to her. Could she really just accept what he is doing? Could she resist?
The hollowness within seemed to dig at her, prying an already vast canyon deeper. She held the straps against her head now at some point between sobbing and laughing. Unable to determine any correct path, she would argue what the point of submission was, were it not for the crippling presence of her memories from the last two days. Punishment can be numbing in so many more ways than she ever thought possible. She couldn’t do it… as she curled up against the bars. Leaning her head back she blinked the blurred vision from her eyes, turning to him.
“I caht.. Shir…” He was the captor, he was the oppressor. She was… she didn’t know anymore. She couldn’t do this to herself, she couldn’t beat him. She could submit, but she could not don the attire herself. Throwing herself upon his mercy.
For several seconds there was silence, a stillness that was only disturbed by the intermittent sobs she failed to choke down. Eventually though he did rise, walking towards the bars to where she was. Of course she responded with a frigid terror that rooted her in place. A desire to flinch away, to run, only to know that such action would likely bring the whip, the cruel sting of electricity or worse. Some subconscious battle screaming to escape, while the other merely wishes to accept the coming retribution and fade into oblivion.
Instead, a much softer motion, as his hands reached through the bars grabbing the leathery strap before pulling it through the buckle, tightening it causing the ring to dig into her mouth, holding it open. Then he moved to her arms.
\t“Now. Your arms, put them behind your back, and back up against the bars.” She let go of the object as he affixed it to the bars at the end of the bed. He stared at her for a moment before reaching into his pocket. It was almost automatic how she simply compiled, what she was had been blown away and only a ghost was there. No resistance was mounted as she simply placed her arms behind her back.
Again his touch lacked malice. It was practiced, efficient, yet not aggressive. The binding along her wrists was pulled till it was secure, locking them together. The sensation of the bindings hugging her body. Holding her limbs behind her back in such a rigid fashion was reminiscent of a strong embrace, or it would be were it not so crippling. She leaned into the false comfort however, any scrap of relief to keep from the abyss. She sat there on the surface of the cot, leaning up against the bars while her shaking sobs slowly caused her to topple to her side. A half curled mess while she buried her sorrow in the bedding. Only vaguely aware of her captors actions.
She couldn’t help but keep sobbing, as though it was from relief, or just a continuation of her previous spiritual supplication. Yet in this moment she recognized a small glimmer of comfort. This was a punitive response to her speech. She still had not lost herself completely. Not a true victory, yet distant enough from absolute defeat.
The binding was complete as her maw lay agape, her tongue secured to the extended prong through the piercing he had forced upon her from her first day. Taking deep breaths as she wheezed past the sobs. Sniffling less with each breath as she cleared her sinuses. Her eyes closed, no longer willing to let her perception harm her if she could. Each breath out fell to the ground, weighed down with emotions she tried to suspirate. Exhale agony, inhale… anything else.
Her somber meditation was interrupted by the clanging of metal. She turned to the noise as she saw him, standing inside the cage. She froze, any contemplation of action suffocated with this last held breath. She lay prostrate beneath his gaze, kneeling as he stared down at her. She abandoned control to her animal instincts completely. There was no sobs, pleading, nothing. She had fallen into oblivion before him at this moment, and would not risk offense that could cause strife. A lamb before a lion there was no benefit to opposition. So she wouldn’t.
“Now, your next task should be easy as you have already demonstrated proficiency…” She looked up to him, eyes betraying her as her animal mind locked them wide. Seeing a stolid monument stand over her, emotionally unreadable, potentially violent, imminently volatile. Unwilling to move, her brittle being was at the edge as she had moved to a state of survival, while he reached for the button of his slacks, unzipping them as he pulled them apart, letting a half flaccid erection eclipse her perception.
“Now, you will perform oral sex, voluntarily, here and now. Ingratiate yourself to me like you really mean it.” He perception began to decay as she could swear she saw him sneer? Or was it frustration? Could she risk the consequences of parsing what she thought she saw and draw his ire?
As prey that sought shelter from imminent demise, she committed to the task. Probing at first as she second guessed every action. Anxiety screamed over every muscle while she approached in timid attempts at what she thought he wanted. Her breath wafted over his bare flesh as it twitched at the stimulus. Leaning in for a moment as tension within her grew, not realizing how slowly she was moving. Her mind racing with potential disasters behind every motion she contemplated. Liana barely stifled a scream as she felt something on her scalp. His hand happened to rest gently on the back of her head. Her body went rigid at first till she realized he was guiding her. Pulling her closer.
She couldn’t delude herself that there was any other option as she fell upon the undertaking. Leaning into it till she made contact, freezing as she had taken the tip within her lips. The flavor of his warmth on the tip of her tongue, various scents she couldn’t properly parse with any real depth as she shivered with dread. More vivid images entered her mind of her first night, her captors victory. Him standing over her defiant and bound as he used her for his sexual celebration. Hatred smothered under his shadow now, tears welled up in her vision as the world blurred. Her only real sensation of the world now was from touch, hearing falling away from her conscious perception. Another nudge from the hand upon her head, his fingers run through her hair. With a final shudder that uttered a meager sob she folded, the basic notion of the action running on loop in her primordial mind.
A mind woefully attuned to the suffering of its body, the only thing that aided her struggles to animate herself was the tyrannical grasp of her animalistic fear pressing her along. The aches, and soreness fading in the static of desolate focus which became more numbing with each step. She squinted her eyes, straining through tears as she cast her weight down upon him. The breadth of his presence within her choking away her strength till she was numb to it. It was different from her previous task as it was similar, in so many ways that made it worse. Her chest yearned to spasm with gentle sobs that she smothered with his length. Shame only allowing her to rise long enough to come down again to suffocate the feelings once more.
Everything was gone, it was just the hefty warm rod within her maw, and the subtle direction of the palm upon her scalp. Nothing else was real. She fell upon it as her body began to tire, muscles cried, joints screamed; yet she did not hear them. More so as her lungs burned, finding herself gasping for every scrap of air she could conjure, yet asphyxiation was cast away as the least dangerous outcome in the current moment. Only the satisfaction of the dangerous being that held her powerless form in its grasp at this very moment. Her target's satisfaction was the only thing that could keep her from seeing that murderous fire behind those eyes again.
In and out, faster and faster. The edges of her vision grew dark as the pace increased, she was even more vigorous than the hand grasping at her hair digging it and it pulled her back as she slammed back down. She could feel the heat from something building up in the back of her mouth, pumping down her throat. Was it over? Was she done? He would decide, she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t risk it. Down again, and up again. Nothing mattered, as she swallowed everything given to her like the drink of her life. In and out till finally his hand held her down. Forcing her snout into his groin and smothering her breath in his scent. She swallowed, and swallowed, tears falling down her shivering cheeks. Till all pressure was gone at the back of her head. Her captor releasing her from her charge? Could she pull back? Can she risk offending him here?
The hand seemed to gently push on her forehead, helping pry her off the shaft that was now saturated in dripping viscous fluids. It all started to come back in what felt like seconds, yet was more immediate than that. The eternity of submission suddenly ended, as she collapsed to the floor in a mangled lump. Gasping for air as she coughed up for several seconds.
“Impressive. Though you seemed to not hear the command to cease, yet in some aspects talking to the labor with such vigor could be endearing.” He walked past her as she skittered back falling over herself as the chain around her neck went taut, Finding herself with her back to the door somehow. The whole event seemed to have been in a tumult, she was no longer sure where it started, she was not sure of anything. Kneeling, supplicant, all she could be. Her mind bristles with possible threats in every action. The safest route being stillness, unless called. He approached the stack of washcloths near the shower, wiping himself down to then zip back up.
“To be honest I almost thought it would be like before. Or I would have to do more. Yet it seemed with a simple nudge you happened to easily take to it. It almost makes me concerned…” He cast a glance back at her over his shoulder. She made herself smaller still as he did so. Shrinking down, unwilling to look back.
“Hrm… We’ll get to that tomorrow.” He again stepped past her on his way to the door, she leaned up against the bars trying to keep her distance. There was a moment he paused as he shuffled for his keys. She could feel his eyes on her, without looking, goosebumps shivering up her from bottom to top. The pause lingered for a moment, she could swear she heard him open his mouth, as if to say something… then the door opened. He stepped past the threshold, and she was again alone in the prison.
Somehow a modicum of safety somehow planted itself in her mind. Despite her perception of there still being danger. Him having left what was now… her sanctuary somehow brought a pittance of solace. He moved outside the cage, her instinct to jump barely held back by the fear of further offending him. He knelt down behind her, petrifying her as his hands touched the back of her head again… till she felt the gag unclasp. His hands reached around to uncap the prong, letting her tongue off. Even free from it she still held her mouth agape. Somehow in awe of it all.
She felt her arms being set free after that till finally, it was just the collar binding her. It started to come back into focus, adrenaline fading, her animal brain receding. Her cage was back to just that, her cage. For a moment, a thought flashed passed, of turning around to see. To see him, for the first time since this started. What did he look like? What happened? Was he really at the brink of attacking her? But something stopped her. She merely sat, leaning against the bars, as the phallic toy above her was unlatched from the bar and removed. The sounds of him cleaning up. Putting everything away. It took minutes, minutes where she settled back into her body. Came down into it as she realized what just happened.
Stinging muscles, bruised skin, bleeding gums, aching back. The abuses were mounting, her descent down the mountain of elation back as the weight of her world dragged her down. The shelter of dulled perception collapsed in on her. Clawing for life with such desperation, this life? Her existence inside this cage was all she had left. Sobs shuddered from her chest as she curled up at the foot of her bed. The minor victory of rebellion… was it worth this?
The sound behind her stilled as she again felt his focus on her. There was a moment again where the grasp of terror silenced her. Everything is still again.
“Before we finish tonight, is there anything else?” The question hung for several seconds. The tears welling up again in the silence letting the fear recede. His footsteps started to echo against the cold cement till she almost yelped out.
“W-Wait! w…” speech was difficult. She turned her head enough that he could see her mouth, at least hear her better. Yet not enough for her to see him past her sweat drenched bangs. An aching throat behind her still pounding heartbeat. Her body was shivering from the cold sweat over her as well as the emotional trauma.
Everything hurt, from heart to sole.
“I.. ca..” She struggled to grasp words from the sobs.
“C-cou-could I-I h-h-have s-s-something… to he-help me sss-leep, ssir?” If she were capable of feeling it, she would have been astounded at her ability to utter a sentence as she was.
“I-i-if you wo-would like more ap-p-propriate beh-havior, i-it would be n-n-nice if I could ss-s-sleep. s-s-sir?” Subtle steps, anywhere but the paralyzing stillness which already began to reach out its oily suffocating tendrils from the cynical nihilism her defeat had conjured around her mind. Any small step could ward off its numbing touch.
Turning his stoic gaze over her to her. She closed her eyes, unwilling to subject herself to the desolate vacuum she felt strangle her heart past those windows to his mind. She heard him set something down, then open a drawer. A sound that caused her body to tense which she sneakily peeked at him to subdue the sensation, not entirely helpful however as his usual rummaging of his array of tormenting tools was crippling to her in every sense of the word. An involuntary squirm seized her muscles till she heard the musical tone of a familiar noise. Pills, clinking around inside a plastic bottle, like a musical instrument.
“Your request is entirely viable.” The sound of his voice almost carried a inflection betraying what could be thought of as a form of satisfaction, that or she was ascribing emotion to a machine of a man in hopes he was mortal as she was. She struggled to sit up, wincing against her nerve’s squealing choir protesting even the slightest action. Finally hoisting herself up to her knees, leaning her face against the bars. The cup she had imbibed from earlier in his grasp, filling up at the sink next to the now dry toy. Once filled with water he turned and calmly walked over to the bars with a set of pills in one hand and the glass held in the other.
“Some melatonin to help you sleep, and ibuprofen for the pain. Neither of these should cause side effects with your current medication.” He was again within reach, unafraid, as though she was no threat at all. He was right though, she wasn’t. Grasped at the bars, prying herself up trying to reach for the medication. To which, he stepped closer, allowing her to grasp it all the easier.
It took what felt like forever, as her shuddering hands struggled to hold onto the cup. Her chattering teeth made holding the medication in her mouth a trail. Yet he waited patiently for her to gulp down the water. The moment was surreal, as though some twilight between malice and kindness. Placing the cup back in his grasp, he simply walked away.
“If that will be all, I hope you sleep well. We will have new exercises for tomorrow and having you rested will make them easier for both of us.” Robotic voices of machines had a more sapient timbre than his. The hollow pangs of stoic monotone hung in the room. As he opened the door, and stepped out of her perceptions.
It took a few minutes till she actually believed it was over. The world calmed in around her in utter silence. Even his footsteps upstairs had completely faded to nothing by the time she started to move again. She didn’t know how long it was, just that it was enough for whatever he gave her to start working. The torpor began to settle in along with the pain fading enough for her to crawl from the foot of the bed up onto its soft, plush surface. As she curled up, and sobbed till she couldn’t remember being awake.
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Edwin felt the minor hints of excitement tickle the edges of his perceptions. Having returned to his prescribed dosage of medication even the most intense emotions were barely but a whisper. Yet even without them he felt that today’s session was proof she had reached his intended cognitive state, and he couldn’t risk any further alterations to her already fragile state of mind. Any changes could cause the limited window for success to close.There was no way to tell how long she would remain in the acceptable state of mind or she could ever even come back to one after leaving. He had to act; it had to be tomorrow.
The viscosity of his thoughts weighed him down to the point where even his movements seemed like he was walking at the bottom of the sea. Reaching the top of the stairs he began immediately toward his office, instead of his bedroom. He would have to finalize the last step tonight and assure there were no hiccups, no errors. Coming to his chair as he reached out for it he could see his hands had the slightest shudder to them. No matter the level of emotional torpor laid upon him with the myriad of emotional depressants and stimulants could not hinder the most primordial of sensations.
It was more than excitement he now realized, it was an anxious anticipation. Turning the chair he sat down as his fingers skittered across the keyboard in a blur. At the edges of his capacity as he ran through all the iterations of his plans, his work in preparation. He was still an animal, he felt hunger, he still felt fear; only those complex sensations were deemed… inappropriate based on his inability to control their output. However soon he would have his answer. He would have the last thing he wanted which he could not attain. It would work, it had to.