13 comments/ 56878 views/ 43 favorites Little Nobody Ch. 01 By: Lil_Lucy Only five minutes earlier Lacey had been sitting on the train, oblivious to the world, nursing a hot cup of cocoa and disappearing into her own little head space. Now she was shaking all over, terrified, as her safety net, her little town by the sea slipped away from the back window of this stranger's vehicle. The journey home from school took 35 minutes. The view from the edge of the hillside as the train wound in and out of the tunnels was almost always spectacular but today the cold southerly wind was blowing and freezing rain had lashed the windows. She could barely see the road below. When the train shunted to its final stop, Lacey had waited to get off until all the other kids had shuffled, pushed and tumbled through the doors. There were never many adults on the 3.20 train, even though it was public transportation. Everyone knew this train was full of rowdy, smelly, screaming school kids on their way home. But even so, she had given almost no attention to the man sitting behind her. Dimly he had entered her radar as she sat down - a gray suit, neat hair, slightly scruffy 5 o'clock shadow... that was all the time she'd spent studying him. He had been behind her as she slung her book bag over her shoulder and headed to the door. They were the last two on the carriage. It was then, that moment, on the edge of the train step that her world collapsed. It collapsed, narrowed into the sharp point of something - a knife - at her ribcage. Pressing, piercing the fabric of school jumper, and the white shirt beneath. Lacey froze, as his body heat assaulted hers from behind. Her coffee cup slipped from her hand and tumbled onto the platform. That second seemed to last forever, but it was only a second. Then everything began to spin very quickly out of control. The man fiercely pulled at her arm. And Lacey followed, or was driven by that sharp prodding threat in her side of that knife, like a beast at the end of a cattle prod. He opened the door to a small truck, and the next thing she was in the passenger seat of a locked vehicle, with a total stranger. An angry, older, stronger man. She was sitting pressed to her seat, abducted at knife point. The bile rose in her throat. As they pulled out, he placed the knife down for a split second to pull a blindfold from the dashboard, and tied it quickly over her eyes. Lacey looked wildly in every direction, watching as the town disappeared behind them and he drove them into the hills. Then all it was was black, slightly smokey fabric. "Bend forward," the man said. Until now they had operated in total silence. Lacey didn't know why she hadn't screamed, pleaded yet. But she made up for it now. She obeyed his command as she started pleading with him, explaining he might have her mistaken. She hadn't done anything! She wasn't anyone important! He said nothing except to grab her wrists and pull them behind her. With the loss of her vision, she suddenly noticed how rough his hands were, rougher than you'd expect from a "suit". "Please I'm nobody special, I'm nothing!" she repeated, when he did not respond. "Let me go, I won't tell and even if I did no one would believe me! No one would listen." Suddenly he was breathing closely in her ear. She shivered, not used to being so close to another person's body. She felt his breath more than she heard the words. "Exactly my little darling. You are nobody. You are nothing. This is why I chose you." He bound her wrists behind her. Lacey didn't know what this meant but she sobbed until the blindfold was soaked. ------------------------------------------ Wherever they were going was somewhere up in the hills. She tried to figure out if she knew the winding path they were following, but it was all unfamiliar. She didn't know how long they'd been traveling. The man's statements had been so strange, so unsettling she had not spoken another word. Lacey drifted in her mind instead. Her mouth was dry. She could see through the blindfold that the light was fading. She wondered if anyone had figured out she was missing yet. She supposed not - her parents were away on a cruise. Her brother was couch surfing and unlikely to be back home until he ran out of food. If he did, he wouldn't wonder where she was. She would probably not be missed until school - but today was Friday. He had the whole weekend to hurt her, kill her, bury her and get far, far away. The road surface suddenly changed, they turned onto gravel. The truck bounced along the gravel road. He was a careful driver, she noticed. Every turn was deliberate, measured. Finally, the truck slowed and stopped. She breathed for a moment. Then the man was beside her neck again, pulling her from the vehicle, helping her down so she did not stumble. Lacey didn't want to lean against him, but she had no choice as she was off balance and disorientated. He led her at a measured patient pace across the gravel. She smelled farm smells. Then he was guiding her over a threshold and into a warm woody smelling building. Lacey remembered the police officer who talked to them at school about staying safe. She remembered her saying "Never let an abductor take you to a second location." but she couldn't remember why not. Lacey had not been paying attention. These situations did not happen to plain people like her. Now it bothered her. But it was a little late for that now, and how did you not 'let' and abductor do something anyway? Lacey was led to a soft bench, or a chair with no back. She allowed him to sit her down, having little else option available but to comply. She could not really admit it to herself, but she was the tiniest bit curious. He was not following the 'script' for an abduction. At least what she knew of them. He took her blindfold off, and stepped back. Lacey blinked, and blinked and blinked. She was in a large, lofty, woody house. There were huge rough hewn beams above her, low lamp lighting, couches, rugs, bookshelves. Piles of old farm tools for decoration and a desk in one corner. She didn't see any doors but the one to the outside. Turning, she realized everything was in this one open space. Behind her, the man was standing in a small kitchen area. And in the far corner, the darkest corner, stood a huge king sized bed. She could barely make it out. Her stomach wobbled, but she didn't know why. The man approached her and Lacey cowered back a little. He was very tall. Why hadn't she noticed that before? He had a glass of water in his hand, and he lifted it toward her face, offering it. Lacey recoiled. "Aren't you thirsty?" he asked very softly. "I don't know what you put in it," Lacey snapped. "I'm not stupid." He just smiled, a half smile. "I don't need to drug you to control you, stupid little girl." Normally when someone insulted her, Lacey had a salty remark to send back, but she did not have one now. She accepted what he said and opened her mouth. He tipped it gently but she was shaking and it spilled after a few sips. Setting the glass down, the man shook his head slightly and took his suit jacket off, laying it carefully across a chair. Then he turned and stared at her more intensely than Lacey felt anyone had ever stared at her before. She wanted to squirm, but she settled for avoiding his eyes. Seconds passed. The pressure built, until her chest felt it was going to burst. "PLEASE!!!" she cried suddenly! "Please tell me why I'm here! What is happening? Who ARE you?" He paused before answering, letting the slight echo of the place absorb her voice. "My name is Sean. You will call me Sir. The only other information I care for you to know is that you are here because I want you here, Little Nobody. You will not be badly hurt if you do as I as tell you, but you may not like what I do. That doesn't matter. I will not kill you, but I can hurt you worse than that." His threat hung in the air for a second as Lacey sucked in air. "I'll let you do whatever you want if you let me go home afterward." She remembered stories of abducted girls kept as sex slaves for decades and shuddered. "Whether you 'let' me do anything is not an issue right now, Little Nobody," "I have a name" Lacey muttered to the floor. "I know your name Lacey, but not many people do. You are Nobody, so I'll call you that." Lacey was shocked, she did not have a reply. No one paid attention to her enough to really know her name, so it creeped her out intensely that this stranger knew it. She tried to figure out if she possibly knew him from somewhere, but again Lacey did not pay attention to much - especially not to people like him. She decided she'd call his bluff. "My parents will have called the police by now," she said, raising her chin. The man, Sean, crossed the space between them in a split second. He tipped her head back by the hair, so hard her neck cracked. "Don't ever lie to me!" he hissed."I will always find out and it will be much, much worse for you. Your parents are gone Little Nobody. I know this! You're a little lying nobody Lacey, and no one will notice you're gone." Lacey bit back a sob of fear, the harsh force in his voice felt like he'd punched her in the throat. She squirmed, his grip on her hair was painful. He was in her face, too close for comfort. And then he pulled that switchblade out again. "Stand up!" he ordered, releasing her hair. Lacey obeyed, getting to her feet shakily. She was relieved to have his face away from her face. He reached behind her, she heard something moving. His fingers were doing something to her hands, and then suddenly she was tied to something. She twisted, her arms tucked behind her back, and saw over her shoulder a length of rope that must have been hanging above her the whole time. It was looped over a beam and Sean took the other end and tied it to a hook by the door, tugging her until she was hanging forwards, standing on tip toes to take the pressure from her shoulders. "Please Sean..." she made doe eyes at him. "You're hurting me!" Her eyes were glistening with real tears. Sean moved to stand very close to her, so she was eye level with his chest. "What did you say?" he asked. "Please you're hurting me!" she repeated desperately. Sean backhanded her then, hard, across the cheek. She swung dizzily, gasping for breath. "Please, SIR, you're hurting me. Pay attention for once in your life Little Nobody!" "P-please Sir, you're hurting me." Lacey parroted, her voice trembling. "Better. Any time you address me, you address me as Sir. I do not want to have to tell you that a third time. Understand?" Lacey nodded, and he gave her a second... but she said nothing else so he backhanded her again, across the other cheek. "YES SIR!!!" she gasped, her head ringing. Sean had hit her HARD. The knife slid underneath the bulky fabric of her school sweater, the one she never took off. It slid up between her school shirt and against her skin. Sean bunched it in a fist and cut through it, all the way up the front, like it was butter. He cut it away from her arms as she tried not to shake too visibly. "Please" she whimpered, quickly adding "Sir.." He stroked her face, the skin burning where he had hit her. Lacey shied away. "Don't shy away from my touch Little Nobody." Lacey cringed, but held still obediently as he explored her young exposed body with those large, rough hands. He ran a hand lightly over the thin fabric of her sports bra. The nipple was proud beneath it. "Your body likes it when I touch you." he told her. "I don't!...Sir.."she mumbled. "I don't like being touched Sir." "I know you don't, stupid girl. This is why someone must make you, force touch upon you," He squeezed her breast roughly. "New things are always scary, and you are too lazy, too stupid, too scared to do anything on your own. No one has ever made you do anything. This is why I want you. I am going to make you do things. This is what you need Little Nobody." Lacey could only shiver and close her eyes. His statements left no room for argument. It was true. She felt like he had invaded her very mind. How did he know her? She couldn't place him at all and it began to infuriate her. She must be as stupid as he said she was. She began to turn pink with rage, but she hoped he'd mistake it for a blush. Of course, Sean did no such thing. "Get angry if you like, it won't help you. And it does amuse me. You look so delicious -" his voice dropped as he said 'delicious', like it was a secret, "when you're all red in the face. I hope you look like that when you come." Lacey couldn't help it. She whimpered pathetically. She was scared. Thankfully, Sean seemed to have finished talking. He stood back and looked instead, taking in Lacey's figure. She was prone, hanging forward on tip toes. She had filled out in the last few years, and her skin was so pale it was almost transparent. She did not get out much. She was all curve, the good kind, with a beautiful dipped in waist. Her black hair laid limply down her back, a few strands hanging in front of her face. It was still damp from the downpour, from that other universe when she had been on her way back from school on a normal winter afternoon. It seemed far away now. Because she was so pale, every mark showed on her skin. There was a bruise where she had bumped into the corner of her desk the day before, at the top of her hip. Everything showed: her angry blush at his scrutiny, and the line where her bra under wire pressed into her chest. Sean reached out and cut through the middle of the bra as an afterthought, a painter adding a final touch. He cut through the straps, and whipped it away from her body. Her breasts hung freely, swinging just slightly. The large pink nipples full of blood. No one had ever seen Lacey naked before. Not since she was a child. She closed her eyes and the shame and humiliation rushed over her. She began to slip away to that blank and blissful page of her mind where she always went when she did not want to participate in her life anymore. This time, for the first time ever in her life, someone noticed. Someone noticed as she let her mind sail her far away from reality. And someone told her "No." Sean pinched her nipple cruelly. So hard her eyes flung open in shock. "Stop it!" he snapped. "Don't do that. Pay attention when I touch you Little Nobody." She nodded, with a quiver to her lip. "What?" he asked. "Yes Sir." "From this point on, when I touch you you will maintain eye contact so I know you are paying attention, understand?" "Yes Sir." And she met his eyes, like a scared rabbit. He began to touch her then and he touched her Everywhere. He stared so intensely she quaked, trembled, shivered as he set her skin on fire. Because she was not allowed to fight by escaping in her head, she wiggled, squirmed and swung her body around desperately. A symbolic gesture of her desire to escape. The thrashing only made her look more flushed, that look he loved on her. She succeeded in showing Sean her body at different angles, her plump little breasts swaying. He was so hard it must have ached. Her thrashing just spurned him on. He ran both hands lightly over her tender stomach. Her stomach which had not seen the sun in years. It was baby smooth. She gasped as his rough hands tickled her sensitive skin. One hand ran over her shoulders, grasping her slim neck. He stopped to grip it experimentally, a mock 'choke' hold. Lacey froze, her muscles tight at the threat. His eyes bored into hers from where he towered above her and then she disobeyed. She broke the gaze between them. He began to spank her tits then, slapping and pinching them mercilessly until she met his eyes again. Dragging her gaze up his pants, over that frightening bulge, that showpiece of his intentions. "Please Sir?" She begged as he looked into her eyes again. She hung form her bonds, humiliated at how his touch, that unwelcome, uncomfortable invasion set her skin alight. Her blood went directions in her body that she had no control over, throbbing in her breasts, and between her thighs. She was dizzy with it. Her school skirt hung low on her hips the way all the girls wore them. It was not the stereotypical skimpy plaid catholic school skirt you think of, but the real thing. A thick tartan kilt that came to just past her knees. The tops of her panties were peeking over the waist band. Sean grabbed her around her waist and pulled her, stumbling toward him. "Little Nobody, under all this fabric is a gorgeous, sexy body that you never let anyone appreciate," he said breathily, in that low, low voice. He ran a fingertip over the backs of her knees. Lacey moaned. How could he possibly know she was so sensitive there? It was like he could read her mind. His finger traced the back of her thigh until it met the crease of her plump little ass. He grabbed the fabric of her skirt, bunching it up roughly around her waist and exposing her lewdly. Lacey tried to stare into his eyes as he pulled, tugging at the crotch of her panties, but the shame as he felt the heat from her most intimate places engulfed her. Her ears roared. "Little Nobody, your pussy is so hot and so wet its steaming" he growled into her face, lifting her chin firmly to meet her eye again. "Do you understand what is happening?" "No Sir," she whimpered. He slid the knife cleanly between her throbbing pussy and the bunched crotch of her panties. Slicing them there, and then at each side. "I'm in control of your body now. I can make you hot. I can set your cunt on fire. I can make your pain feel like pleasure, and your pleasure feel like pain. Has anyone ever made your body quiver like this?" And he pressed a large flat thumb against her clit. Lacey moaned like a whore for him then. Noises came out of her mouth that she'd never even known known she could make. She whined, whinnied, and panted as Sean toyed with her clit. He flicked it, he caressed it, rubbed it, pinched it till Lacey didn't know the aching pain from the pleasure anymore. The hurting touches felt good. She wanted more. Her hips begged for it. He was right. How could he be right? After a minute Sean got frustrated with the fabric of the skirt impeding him, and he tore at the buttons until it hit the floor. "Spread your legs!" he barked, his voice strangely horse. Lacey tiptoed her feet away from each other, as far as she could. She did this automatically, before she even thought of disobeying. Her body was in some sort of autopilot mode. He had the controls, remotely. How had this happened? She was a puppet. He pressed the flat of the blade to her clit and she jumped at the cold contact, then found herself shamefully grinding into the pressure. All the while he held her gaze. His free hand he brought two fingers to her lips, pressing urgently until she opened for him. Biting down did not even cross her mind. She was spinning dizzily through a a hot flush of pleasure. "Suck on my fingers you little Slut!" And she did. She sucked them as well as any porn star. She worshiped those large, warm, strong fingers with her pretty little wet mouth. Then suddenly they were between her legs, wet and pressing into her. Prying her open. She shuddered and thrust her hips out, begging. "My GOD you little WHORE!" he muttered, smiling as he shifted behind her, grabbing her waist and pressing those fingers deep into her warm and wet little cunt. Lacey groaned and like a puppet on a string, turned her head, twisting to obey him, to keep that eye contact as he touched her in her deepest parts. He began to pummel her pussy. She couldn't breathe, gasping for air. She couldn't think. She thrust, she ground, she moaned and she begged. "Sir - Sir- Sir...!!" she gasped it like a mantra. He could feel she was close. He drove her like a wild beast, skillfully pushing her to the edge of that cliff. Juices began to run to his wrist as he crooked his fingers and worked into her g-spot as hard as he could. Little Nobody Ch. 01 "Cum my little slut, my little whore. Cum for me. Don't stop looking at me," he said as her lids began to slide closed. "Keep your eyes open. Let go baby. Let go, let go." He said it over and over and over, crooking his fingers each time. Lacey let go. Finally. She came, and she came, and she came. Her cunt clamped tight around his fingers and she did not close her eyes. Her eyeballs felt like they were going to burst. He watched her pupils dilate. She shook and trembled on his hand and he drank her in. He thought he saw the neurons in her brain going off like fireworks somewhere behind her eyes. Finally, Lacey collapsed. She hung limply from the rope. Sean removed his hands from her body and she dropped her gaze to the floor. Ashamed, mortified..confused. "Oh my Little Nobody, how no one saw this in you I have no idea," he breathed softly in her ear. "You were made for this." ________________________________________________ Sean gave her a minute. But Lacey did not know if he had left for a minute, an hour, forever. He was just gone. She should have been relieved that he had left her alone. He was out of her space. But it felt empty for some reason. She'd never had that empty feeling before. He'd stepped behind a tiled wall that rose above his head, and when she heard running water she realized it was a little hidden bathroom. Not quite private, but not quite open. As the blood came back to her head, she tiptoed her feet back together. Between her thighs her swollen pussy lips felt awkward and alien. She heard him gasp. Was he taking a cold shower? The thought almost made her giggle. The shower only ran a few seconds, then Sean emerged wearing a short robe, his hair wet and no longer neat and 'suity'. He untied the rope from the hook and gently lowered her down. She found she could not support herself, her legs shook and she landed on her knees. She noticed how hairy his legs were, of all the absurd things. None of the guys at school had hairy legs like that. At least from what she'd seen in PE. She liked them, but she wondered just how old Sean was. He was offering her that glass of water again, and she drank it all without spilling. Sean bent down and sliced the tape he'd bound her wrists with and she rubbed them as the circulation came back. She didn't quite know what to do with her hands now that she had them back, so she laid them at her sides. Her fingers fidgeting. He let her squirm. He produced a wet rag - a icy cold wet rag - from somewhere and gently wiped her pussy down. She reached up to take the rag, to do it for herself. He stopped her, threatening to tie her back up and continued slowly dragging the wet rag between the creases of her lips. Her body, the puffy pink lips only throbbed in response to the cold wet touch. Sean helped her over to the bed, she was still very shaky. Only when he stood her in front of it did it dawn on her where he was taking her. Not that it mattered, he'd molested her just fine when she was dangling from the ceiling by a rope. What difference did a bed make to this man? He saw her panic though, and chuckled. Stroking her hair back, he told her he was going out to do some things and that he wanted her to rest. That was all. She allowed him to lay her back on the softest bed in the world. Lacey wondered if now she might be able to escape, when he left. Though where she would go, out here in the hills in the dark, she didn't know. Fortunately Sean was not about to allow her the luxury of trying to escape. The bed had been darkened before but now she saw that the steel frame had shackles at each corner. He opened the sheets, sat her on the edge, removed both of her shoes, just like a parent. She didn't remember a time when anyone had done that for her. Sean tucked her in, and promptly shackled her arms loosely to each bed post with the leather cuffs. He bent down and kissed her then. The first time he'd kissed her this whole evening. Lacey had never been kissed. She'd kissed herself in the mirror, wondering what it would be like. But her own reflection was cold, hard and flat. His lips were warm, his mouth was large and his chin prickled her. She kept her mouth shut, so he pried it open with his thumb working into her jaw through her cheek. Then he invaded her mouth like he'd invaded her every other private place. It terrified her as he probed and pried at her mouth. His face was so close to hers. His breath, his warm cheek. She arched into the kiss, even as she pushed her head and neck back into the pillows retreating uselessly from his advance. "Open your eyes when I touch you," he ordered softly and she obeyed. His gray eyes were sparkling, he had a funny look. She felt as if he was trying to swallow her. Finally, it was he who closed his eyes and broke away. He ordered her to get some sleep, told her she was pleasing him very well (why did that make something glow warm in her gut?), and turned out all the lights but a dim lamp by the door. After he slipped outside, the door clicked and locked shut, Lacey tested her shackles and found them firm. She could not make her small hands slim enough to fit through, and she was trapped. Lacey expected to spend the alone time thrashing fitfully, scared and anticipating his return. But she slipped into the softest, warmest sleep she could remember. She'd never felt safer when she slept than when she was shackled to a strangers bed. Surely there was something wrong with her, she mused, as her dreams took her softly by the hand. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Something was burning when Lacey woke up. She pulled herself up into a sitting position to try and find the source. There was a pan on the stove filling the place with smoke and she couldn't see Sean anywhere. She croaked timidly at first "Hello?" and when no reply came, and the smoke began to billow through the place, she began to thrash. "SEAN??! HELP!! FIRE!!!" Finally his head popped around a window. He was on a phone that was on the outside of the building. He dropped it and ran inside, setting the pan hurriedly in the sink and opening the door. "I thought you weren't going to kill me?" she asked, coughing. He helped her sit up, unshackling her quickly and leading her to the doorway. The cold night air hurled in and the smoke billowed out around them. She turned, wanting to hide - she still didn't have a stitch of clothing on. He took off his coat, a warm woolen tartan jacket, the kind farmers wear and wrapped it around her. It came part way down her thighs. She'd seen boys do that, a romantic gesture, in movies. It made her hate herself, but she almost swooned. He held her on the patio, as she shivered and coughed. She tried to shake him off, suddenly awkward to find herself so close to him, in such an intimate gesture. "I'm sorry Lacey, I'm normally pretty good at cooking but I took a phone call and got distracted. I wasn't trying to commit arson..." he trailed, looking at the stars and touching one of the rough hewn posts which held the veranda up. He caressed it in the same careful way he had caressed her thigh. The night was clear, the rain was gone and everything smelled fresh. "I love this old place. It would be pretty ironic if I burned it down... but then maybe that's not such a bad idea" Lacey frowned.... unsure what he was saying. She noticed he'd used her name for once. "What were you making?" She decided not to comment on it. "Eggs - you must be hungry," he replied. "I can... I can make it. If you wanted?" she offered, hesitatingly. He looked at her, sizing her up. Trying to figure out if she'd poison him? Maybe. He nodded and stepped inside allowing her access back into the home. Lacey sighed as she moved into the warmth. It was still a little smokey, but they could breathe. He left the door open. She glanced at it once, as she made her way to the kitchenette and looked for new eggs. She decided she wasn't about to be murdered tonight, and that running into these hill at this time of night (the microwave said 9pm) was not sensible. And she was starving. He sat in a recliner that swiveled, and turned to watch her. She turned her back to him deliberately, as she scrubbed the black burnt remnants from the pan and cooked the eggs. There was not a lot in his fridge or his cupboards. She found some old spices, and made scrambled eggs with a little more flair. She brought him his plate, and now that her hands were not busy, her task accomplished - she felt ill at ease. "Put your plate on the floor," it was an odd request but she did it. "Kneel down in front of my chair little nobody." So her name must have been a slip, he was back to the sarcastic, nasty little pet name. She slipped into a kneeling position, her body humming to some frequency she'd never been on before. Her stomach growled. He ate his food in front of her then, every bite made her mouth water. Was he going to starve her? She stared at his knees and tried to ignore her stomach. "This is very good little nobody. Who taught you to cook?" "I did," she replied, tilting her head to look up at him. She'd never cooked for anyone before. "I've cooked dinner for myself since I was 8." Sean's lip curled. She thought she'd said something wrong, made him angry. But if he was he wasn't going to tell her. "Eat little one. You've done well." That warm feeling in her gut again, flooded back. Why she felt like she was made of warm honey when he told her she'd pleased him she didn't know. She hadn't realized how terrified she'd been when she'd seen him look angry, till he'd told her he wasn't. She reached for the plate, but he stopped her with the toe of his work boot. "Put both your hands behind your back, and then eat." "C'mon...sir..please. I can't eat like a dog!" "You're a dog if I say you are, and you'll eat how I want you to eat. Do it." Lacey was too hungry to argue. He paced around her, as she ate. Her face burned, but she was hungry and she wolfed the eggs down. "Look at me" He commanded, and she did. Realizing as she did that her face was a mess of grease. He grabbed her by the throat, and licked her face then. It was animalistic, and uncontrolled. She kept her hands behind her back. He pressed her closer, closer. She couldn't breathe. She was dizzy. She wanted to push him away, she wanted... to..she...swore to herself that was what she wanted. But she didn't push away, she pushed forward. Into him. He picked her up, and carried her to the bed, kissing her the whole time, licking her cheeks, her neck as he pushed her down. She writhed underneath him but he was relentless. He pulled the tartan jacket open and bit a nipple, only to feel her arch for more. He gave the same treatment to the other one, and she hissed. He played with her body, toyed with it, and she moaned and arched and told herself she was fighting... it was a pretty inefficient way to fight him off. "You want this," He told her. He didn't ask. He just told her, like he was stating the answer to a math problem. Undeniable. But she denied it, "No..no...no...sir," Shaking her head into the pillow. "You don't?" he asked, acting surprised. "FUCK YOU!" She swore. Lacey was writhing like a worm beached on the pavement in the sun. "You don't like it when I rub your clit? When I suck on your tits? Your neck? Your ear...?" and he demonstrated each action as he said it. "NO!!!" "You're a filthy, lying little slut Lacey," he hissed in her ear. "You were made for this. You know it. You love it. You want it. Listen to your body bitch!" and he scratched at her skin, like an animal trying to get in. She was crying, she didn't know when that had begun but she was aware of the tears because he was licking them off her. She burned inside. "Say it. Say that you want me." "But I don't!" she whined. He had taken his thick blue jeans and opened them, and suddenly she was confronted with the hot, pink skin of his cock pressing into her stomach. "You don't?" he ground into her. Waiting, enticing her to break. "Please!" "Please more? Or please stop? Do you even know?" he snapped. Impatient. His cock pulsed. "Please..please.." she trailed..... into the barest of whisperers. "Please more." "Please more what?" "PLEASE MORE SIR!" she hollered it out and it echoed back to her. She was mortified as her own desperate cry rang in her ears. He did not make her wait, he parted her legs, found her wet and waiting little cunt and began to push in. It was wet, warm and ready but so tight, so tiny he could barely fit. He PUSHED hard and she screamed. She'd forgotten, it hadn't even occurred to her - or him - but she was a virgin. "Oh - Oh - Oh!" she sobbed, shocked. He held her and caressed her face as she gasped for air. He was talking to her as she winced and whined and tried to push him out of her. "Of course," He said "Little nobody never had anybody before," and he pushed in – a little insistent nudge that made her squeal in pain. She was pinned, impaled. He leaned over her, towering. "I'm going to break you. I'm going to break INTO your body Lacey," he hissed her name. "And when I take you, I'm going to take something from you. Something you'll never get back. Understand?" Lacey was tearful, and shook her head from side to side – almost delirious. "I'm going to break you into lots of little tiny pieces and then I'm going to make you all over again." And he stroked down her neck, pushing, pushing, until finally her cunt let go of its grip, her body surrendered softly, muscle by muscle. When he knew she was ready, Sean tipped her head back, covered her entire gasping mouth with his and thrust in deep and hard. He tore her apart. Lacey screamed, cried – and he swallowed her voice. Taking every bit of her breath into his mouth. Taking her pussy. Her first. She was wet, and her cries were shocked little whispers as he began to take her as he wanted. To fuck her. He slammed into her, over and over. He knew it hurt her, she was kicking, begging, making no sense. Moaning and howling and over and over he drove himself into her. She rose her hips to meet him. She hadn't realized how close she was. She felt his cock swell even larger inside her. She felt her gushing pussy betray her, surrendering to this invader. He swelled, his balls tightened and Sean pistoned in and out of her aching stretched out pussy. Over and over and over – she was repeating it without even realizing it, "Sir, Sir, Sir..." and he pushed into her until she thought the bed would give out. It hurt, deep and hard – and then finally he pulled her tightly to him, so tight she couldn't breathe. And then he let go. Sean let her have every drop, every tiny milliliter of liquid as he let her milk his cock. Sean collapsed on his stomach to lay beside her, kissing her shoulders as Lacey shuddered and sobbed with shame and release. She stared down dizzily at her own, now almost 'alien' body as his milky cum leaked from a pink little hole, her pink little hole - ruining his sheets. _____________________________________________ Little Nobody Ch. 02 Please read chapter 01 of this story if you'd like it to make sense. ----------------------------------- They didn't so much sleep, as doze. Sean had flung his arm possessively over her, laying on his side - leaning into her. His chin on her shoulder. She was too dazed to move anyway. Their breathing settled slowly, into a rhythm - one rhythm. Lacey let it lull her, soothe her. She watched his chest rise...and fall for - she didn't know for how long. It felt like a dream. She didn't want to wake up and deal with what was happening. She didn't think she could. So she sank into his breath, her chest matching his like the waves on an ocean. His eyes were closed but his hand began to move over her body. His hands were warm, and becoming strangely familiar on her skin. The sweat on her skin had dried now, to a film of cool salt. He licked at her shoulder, kissing and licking and tasting her skin. Slowly lazily his hand explored her. It was gentle but she knew he would not tolerate any 'fight' or resistance. He ran it in circles over her stomach, played with her neck, over her shoulders and arms. When she finally did start to move, her thigh rolled sideways and she let out a 'urgh!" as it smeared in a sticky, cold pool of semen. He laughed at her when he looked down and saw. She flushed hot and angry. "All right little plaything... I guess I should clean my toys before I put them up for the night," he chuckled and she looked confused. A little slow on the uptake. "YOU. You are my toy. Idiot!" Lacey's head was a hot muddle as she tried to wake herself up. She felt like she'd been run over. She ached inside. "You're going to go to jail for this eventually you know?" she muttered. "I doubt that Little Nobody," Sean said casually as he scooped her up. "And you forgot something." "Sir.." She said sullenly. He lifted her easily, like she weighed nothing and carried her behind that tiled wall. Inside it was a shower, with a little fold out wooden bench which he set her down on. She leaned weakly back against the wall. It was cold pressed into her sticky hot back and woke her up a little more. "Spread your legs, little nobody" he said quietly, reaching for the shower head. "Why do you think you're not going to jail? You already told me you wouldn't kill me if I did as I was told. You'll have to let me go eventually." She was getting bolder, for some reason she felt she could. He pried her legs apart, when she didn't comply. "But you're not doing what you're told." He grinned. She released the pressure and allowed him to spread her legs, looking away to the side. "What do you say?" he pushed. She pouted. He grinned. Was she playing his game now? "Apologize slut!" "Sorry.." she muttered sullenly. "Apologize properly-" and he raised his hand till she flinched and quickly blurted "Sorry Sir!" She had shut her legs as she flinched. He pushed them apart again and she let him. "The reason I won't go to jail, little nobody, is that I know you. I know what's in you. And when I let you go - and yes - I will let you go, when that time comes you won't want to go. You'll come back." Lacey laughed, but it died away as she caught the look on his face. It was a dark, and fiery. She choked on the laugh, it echoed hollowly back to her. She looked down, trying to avoid him. "Look at me." Sean hissed and he crouched with the shower head between her legs as she tried to obey him. The shower head had good pressure and the water was warm. He aimed it directly at her clit. Lacey jumped and covered her pussy with her hand, trying to avoid the water. He sighed. It was a dangerous sigh. His chin jutted out, Lacey could tell he was frustrated. He stood and went to the little sink, and produced from a drawer a roll of tape. He quickly wrapped it around her thighs, and wove it through the slats on the wooden seat until her thighs were firmly lashed to the seat, spread wide for him. He resumed washing her tender abused little cunt. "If you put your hands back anywhere NEAR your cunt, I'll lash them to the shower piece up there and leave you here all night to squirm with the water directly on your clit." She looked at him, trying to size up the threat. She didn't think he was bluffing. She gripped the seat's edge with both hands and steeled herself. "Sir, its just so - EEEK!!!! Sensitive .... SIR please ..OOOOOooh," and her hips gyrated uselessly as he tortured her with the water. Sean only smirked and added soap, carefully soaping and then rinsing every little fold. Her pubic hair had been in a neat little triangle but he grabbed a razor and told her to stay very still, before shaving every little bit of modesty away from her lips. Lacey whimpered nervously, trying to stay in place. It tickled. He pressed the razor into the soft skin of her stomach as he finished, a quiet but clear threat. And then the rest of the little black hairs were chased off her skin, and down the drain. Now he soaped the rest of her body, cleaning the grease from her neck, running his big hands all over her wet skin. Lacey knew she was enjoying this far too much. Her muscles ached from where her shoulders had been tied at an odd angle and he was working his thumbs into them just right. He smirked as she made little noises of enjoyment. "We're going to do one more thing before bed Little Nobody," he announced, and she looked up at him apprehensively. He pulled the blindfold he'd had on her earlier from a hook on the wall, and slid it back over her eyes. "What are we doing Sir?" She asked, trying to steady her voice. It was so disconcerting when she couldn't see what he was doing. She didn't expect him to answer. "Testing you, I need to learn just a little bit more." "Huh?" "Whether or not your silly little mind understands what I'm doing or not does not matter. Figure it out, or don't. My results will be the same," She could hear him moving around as he talked - setting things down. She thought he was directly across from her. She heard the little trolley with towels on it being wheeled around. What in the hell was he going to do to her now? She heard something electrical hum. Then stop. Then he stepped closer and something jingled and suddenly his thumb flicked her nipple. He pinched and pulled and flicked at them relentlessly until they were standing upright and Lacey had screwed up her face to keep from whining out loud. He was attaching something, pinching them with little clips and she couldn't help but let out an "ahh!" as he tightened them on her tender flesh. Her breasts throbbed, and her clit pulsed in response. There was a chain connecting the clips on her nipples, she felt it laying cold against her skin. It made her shiver. "How does that feel?" he asked her. "What?" He slapped her tits lightly, a warning. It made her jiggle and the chain moved. "What do you mean SIR," she corrected quickly. "I want you to tell me how it feels. How do your tits feel? Listen to your body bitch." "Um.. I don't know? How the fuck do you think it feels? It hurts!" "Stop thinking about the pain. Listen to your whole body. Is your clit throbbing?" And he ran a thumb ever so lightly over the top of her clit hood. "Y..yes Sir." "So you like the pain?" "No Sir." "Then why is your clit throbbing in response to the clips on your nipples?" Lacey flushed. She did not know an answer. He reached out and messed with the chain, and when he let go she was squirming as something heavy was tugging on the chain, pulling her tits down and making it hurt even more. Something weighing it down. All of a sudden a bright light FLASHED in her face and she cried out in surprise. "What the fuck?" He did not answer. "Sir?" and then she heard the noise of a camera lens zooming - and another click. She was being photographed. Holy shit... "I'm taking your picture Little Nobody," he muttered. "I'm taking a picture of you naked, your legs spread like a little slut, tied to my chair. Your little 'just fucked' cunt spread and open for me....juicy, pink.. your nipples hard and weighted down," The camera clicked again. "Your clit is huge. With every word I say it's growing did you know that? It is throbbing with every flash of the camera. You whore." She shook her head and fought the ropes, trying to close her legs. He laughed and the camera flashed again and again. She was fumbling with the ropes with her fingers trying to untie them. One step forward, a clink and a tug and her arms were cuffed behind her back. She arched her back, writhing. "Sit still." he ordered. She froze. Something rattled. Suddenly he was pushing something wet and cold between her pussy lips, inside her. "Ice for your frigid little pussy," He chuckled to himself. "I'm going to make that pussy burn with cold little girl." She panted, and it felt funny but she did not squirm. Silence. She got the feeling he was just sitting back and watching. And then the cold began to hurt. It ached. She whimpered and wiggled and tried to push the cube out. "Sir, sir, it hurts," she begged. "It's burning!" "How does it feel, slut?" "Aaaahhh!!! Take it out! PLEASE I"LL BE GOOD. PLEASE SIR!!" He responded by adding another weight to her nipples, she moaned and arched more and then the camera flashed again, over and over. Then something whirred, and he was holding something buzzing - vibrating, directly on her throbbing, fully exposed clit. She SCREAMED then, the sensations too were intense. Bucking and grinding and begging for release. Somewhere behind her, the camera (had he put it on automatic?) was flashing every few seconds. "That's my little cam whore - arch that back slut. You like this. You like this pain." He told her again, without any question in his voice. She hung her head and moaned, like the slut he said she was. Somewhere inside her, she knew she believed him. Something rang true. The vibrating thing went away, and a clamp - another one, was put directly over her clit hood. She squealed, it was so cold. The throbbing felt like something would burst. He was linking it to the chain between her breasts, so that when she arched her back - which was entirely involuntary at this point, it tugged all three points tight. The burn from the ice was finally melting... she felt the cold slick of water slipping from her burning little cunt. The ice cube was replaced quickly and deftly by something slick and round and... vibrating. It wiggled inside her, and she squirmed like nothing else. She was humping the air now and he pushed a button, on a cord between her legs and the vibrations became stronger still. "Are you going to cum Little Nobody?" She nodded, too ashamed to say it. Something whipped her thigh then - it STUNG like a mother fucker. She hissed, whipping her head around. "From now on every time you don't address me correctly you will be caned." "Yes Sir! Sorry Sir!! Please -" He whipped the other thigh with that long thin stick. "I'll ask you again, are you going to cum SLUT?" "YES SIR" she hollered, and he brought the cane down on her sides, tits, as she writhed.... loosing any control. Then he ordered "Cum NOW slut!" and her body obeyed. It was as if the order bypassed her mind. She just came, like he'd pressed a button. She convulsed, her pussy tightened, squeezing the vibrator inside her so tight. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Her face burned. Her body throbbed. Her pussy gushed around that little egg. And the camera flashed away, over and over and over. As she rode out the fog in her mind Sean began to pull the trappings from her body. He switched off the camera, and yanked the still buzzing egg out. And he pulled the clips off. He did not unfasten them, he just PULLED so that she screamed with every little final tug on the sensitive skin. Finally, the cuffs, the tape from her legs and then the blindfold. Lacey blinked dizzily in the light. She made the mistake of meeting his eyes. They searched her. Burning with a strange light in them. It unnerved her. It made her throb. He moved the little table with the towels out of the way. She could see now the little tripod, the batteries, the egg vibrator, the cup of ice, and the clamps all laid out. It made her shiver. Across them all he laid the cane. The sting of it she could still feel in long sharp lines across her skin. He moved forward to her then and taking the shower head in one hand he turned it on cold. Ice cold. And he hosed her down like he was washing a car. Coldly, from a distance. Like she was something dirty, to be rinsed down. Lacey drew her knees up to her chest in shock, shivering under assault of the water. "It's cold.... stop, please Sir!" she pleaded and he ignored her. Like he couldn't even hear her, he rinsed the sweat from her body. Then turning the shower off, he grabbed the camera and left her sitting there. She was not tethered, or restrained - and he had not told her if he wanted her to follow or to stay. She shivered and hugged herself, leaning back on the seat. Her stomach tied itself in knots. What had she done wrong now? He was impossible to please. He was insane... surely. Wasn't there a mental hospital in these hills somewhere. Maybe he was a patient... she almost laughed aloud. She knew it didn't fit. --------------------------- Lacey sat there waiting, assuming he was coming back shortly. She heard him moving around in the room outside. The little jingle as he started his computer. Finally, after what seemed like forever she was freezing so she gingerly got up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. All of a sudden he was standing in the little doorway to the bathroom. His hands on his hips. She dropped the towel and froze. "I don't remember telling you to move little nobody," She stared at the ground, shivering. "Did I say you could move? Did I say, "Get yourself a towel, little nobody. Help yourself"?" He was speaking in a low, low tone. She shook her head. "No Sir, but you didn't tell me what to do." "You do not do ANYTHING without being expressly told to do it." He had a robe in his hand, she assumed it was for her as he was already in one. "This was for you," he confirmed. "But because you helped yourself without asking, you have forfeited the privilege. You will be naked tonight for me." "But Sir, I'm Cold..." "And I should care because?" She shut her mouth as he hung the robe, that warm fluffy looking robe carefully up on a hook. "Follow me, little nobody," and she was suddenly aware that it was a chilly night as she entered the main room again. Her toes curled, she felt so exposed. He pointed to a spot beside the desk on the floor. "Sit." and she knelt down, toes curling under her butt. He tilted the laptop a little so she could see. He had a half smile across his face. She saw why, and shivered. There, displayed across his desktop was her picture. She was arching towards the camera, her shoulders pulled back, her mouth open, tits pressed forward. The weights pulling her tender pink nipples down, and tugging on her clit. She was pressing so hard, the tape was digging deep ridges into her splayed thighs. Water ran all over her shoulders. Her cheeks were pink. Lacey stared. Her mouth was open she realized as he closed it with a firm finger and thumb. He bent down to her ear. "Ever seen yourself like this little nobody?" She shook her head. "No Sir." She found herself staring at the floor. "How does it feel? How do you look?" "Like a slut!" She blurted it out before she had even thought about it. He smirked. "That's not a bad thing girl. Not when you're a slut for me. Not when it's the way you are on the inside. It's a lot better than hiding it all behind that -" and he pointed to a laundry basket in which the remains of her bulky school uniform lay. She covered her tits with her arms crossed across her chest. "Sit here, and watch the rest of the slide show until I come and get you. Do not look away. Understand?" She nodded. "What?" "Yes Sir." and she tilted her chin back up to the screen and he put the pictures on a slide show that filled the whole screen. He left her sitting there, she could hear him moving around the room behind her. Stacking pots and pans in the sink, checking locks etc. She did her best not to turn away and watch what he was doing. The pictures flashed across the screen, one after the other. She flushed, and felt the heat return between her legs. She wanted to turn away, as she watched the pink lines appearing on her skin where he caned her, his hand appear where he held that long vibrator to her clit, but for all she knew he was staring at her from behind to make sure she was watching. She blinked. He was right, she'd never seen herself like this. Not just tied and tortured but... on fire. Finally the cycle was over. He must have taken over 100 pictures in that short time. She flushed and looked at her knees. She felt his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her. She rose, giddily a little having knelt for so long. The floor had made little pink lines across her shins. "You look good in stripes" He chuckled, running his fingers over them as he led her back to the bed. He tied her to the headboard again, but the cuffs were looser this time. She had a lot of movement. She laid down, grateful to be in the warm bed. It was chilly even with the fire he had started across from the bed. It glowed, and he laid beside her. The last thing she saw before she fell asleep was the flickering light over his chest.