2 comments/ 32048 views/ 3 favorites Forgotten Choices Ch. 02 By: samwestwood Thankyou for the comments on the first chapter of this story, i will try and take any advice or suggestions into account. this chapter is a bit longer than the previous one, i apologise if there are any grammar or spelling problems as i do not read the stories through millions of times before submission. * Once into the van, Mark had the problem of gagging her for the drive. He grabbed a ball gag that he had purchased a few days earlier, and held her nose whilst still clamping his hand over her mouth. Mel struggled as she felt her air supply being cut off. Then after a few seconds, the hand over her mouth was taken away, and while she was gasping for air, the ball gag was roughly shoved in and tightly secured. "He's going to kill me," Mel thought. She didn't believe she was going to make it out of this experience alive. She still hadn't been able to get a true glimpse of her captor. But to her surprise at this point her captor simply grabbed her arm from the shadows and wrestled her wrist into a shackle attached to the van wall and left the poor girl in the back of the van in complete darkness. She futilely tried to reach towards the exit at the back of the confined compartment, muffled shrieks and screams and threats unable to travel further than the small compartment she was in. The attempt was useless, even if she had been able to reach the handle, the door was locked tight with a bolt, and she would never be able to escape it. Mark was satisfied; he heard only echoes of the girls' indignant screams. He had done it; she was secured only a meter or so behind him. After giving himself a minute to relax, he decided he best be on his way, and started up the vehicle. He heard the echoes of screaming stop, imagining his new possession to be frozen with fear in the back, he smirked to himself. "Time to teach her a lesson," he thought. Melisa had frozen at the feel of the van brought to life. "Where were they going?" she thought. Tired from the night's excursions, she stopped trying to fight, there was no way out from the moving vehicle, and she needed to conserve her strength. She would try and escape when he took her out of the van. She took her mind back to the actual capture, she had only seen tiny details of the man imprisoning her, but finally and she rocked to and fro from the steady movements of the van, she realised who it must be. It's him! "it must be mark," she mused "he's the only one with reason to catch me, he's the only one who would know me well enough to be able to find me like that!" She put the pieces together in her mind. "But if it is mark..." Her mind flashed back to when they had been chatting in the past, all the things he said he liked to do to poor defenceless subbies. She took her mind back to the pictures he had shown her of whips, chains, collars and the like. Finally, her minds protective instincts won out, and she slipped into unconsciousness, letting her mind send her happy images and mindless dreams for just a while longer. The van slowly skidded to a halt. Mark was concerned how quiet his captive was being, and rushed out and to the back, opening the door and quickly shutting it behind him, he saw Melisa passed out on the floor. Whilst he could examine her properly, with no flailing arms and kicking legs, he took in the appearance of his girl. She was larger than the average lady, but still beautiful and curvy. She had locks of golden hair falling straight down to about nipple height, and a round curved face. She was moderately tall, at about 5'8; her best feature was from her tits and ass. Mark was pleased with what he saw. "She looks so spankable," he thought in glee. And with that took advantage of her unconsciousness to bind her with rope so he was able to pick up her body and carry it to the basement. Melisa stirred as he was carrying her, and opened her eyes just in time to see him closing the front door, and locking away her freedom. He heard her mumbles behind the gag, some of the abuse she was throwing at him was more defined than other parts. "Don't be like that, petal," he sneered "I wouldn't want to have to punish you so early into our adventure." By this time they had reached the basement, he opened the door, and shoved her in. Swiftly leaving he decided to leave her to rage and vent for a bit, and went upstairs to watch over her on the cameras he had recently installed. Melisa bound and gagged in the dungeon, began to cry. It was the natural reaction of course. She cried until the lump in her throat hurt so much she had to stop, and take deep ventilating breaths. Once she had got her breath back, she resumed crying. It carried on like this until she had cried herself into a deep sleep. Being kidnapped was, after all, exhausting. Mark sleepily surveyed his prisoner, the reality of the situation dawning on him. "I have a girl here who I can do whatever I want to!" He celebrated "she will be my slave and there's nothing she can do to stop me having my way." and with that thought he want and got a beer, stroked himself to an orgasm over the thought of what he had in stall for her, and got into his comfortable bed, falling asleep with a smile on his face. Melisa woke up uncomfortable from all the bindings and gag, which hadn't been removed. With no indication of what time it was. She hunted for a clock with her eyes, but was disappointed. "How annoying" she thought, and then giggled to herself for being annoyed at something so trivial. She tried to go back to sleep, as there was nothing to do in the cold empty place, but quickly gave up with that plan; she was too hungry and scared to sleep. Instead she set her mind to exploring her, for want of a better word, cell. She noticed the chains that were suspended at various points around the dungeon and pondered at their heights and meanings. What was He going to do with them, with her?? Her body slumped, her exploration useless, there was no way of escaping, the door was locked and it was the only way of exiting the place. It was this image, of his girl drained in the corner, that Mark woke up to. He smiled at the screen, and decided to get himself up and begin her training. He took his time washing and dressing, and made himself breakfast, waiting for the girl to be starving and desperate before taking a deep breath, grabbing a bag of essentials and opening to door into the dungeon. At the sound of the door opening Melisa whipped her head round. Her body stiffened and her arms slightly trembled, she was not ready for what was planned for her, and she didn't want that horrible Mark anywhere near her. Alas, it wasn't as if she had a choice in the matter, and she lay still bound and scared as he took his time to fully secure the door behind him, Mark dumped a bag on the floor by the door, and walked down the stairs slowly, his footsteps echoing around the basement like warning drums. He carried on walking towards her until he was standing right above her saying nothing, but with a cruel smile on his face. He seemed to stand like this for a long time; Melisa's neck ached from looking up at him, until she had to look away trying to resign herself to the situation. Of course she had ideas of what he might want to do to her; she had read stories and the like when she first researched BDSM, however somehow she didn't believe she would have the luxury of anything like a safeword here. Finally she heard his mocking voice, oddly familiar from the time they spent talking before, yet with a completely different tone to it. "Good morning little one," he said, with none of the tenderness that used to come with those words, "I bet those bindings are becoming rather uncomfortable?" Melisa nodded and made affirmation sounds through her gag "I'm happy to take you out of them, but you have to promise you'll be good. So what I'm going to do is take off your gag so you can promise me that you'll behave, but I don't want you speaking without permission. I'll warn you now, and only this once, that It will go straight back on if you misbehave. Understood?" After seeing Melisa's vigorous nodding he bent over to remove the gag, as much as she cringed away at his touch, she had to resign herself to behaving or she'd never get the retched thing off. Finally the ball came out of her mouth, and she used the opportunity to stretch her mouth and click her jaw back into its natural place. Rubbing the sides of her aching mouth, she had to stop herself from speaking, which would have been the natural thing for her to do, but she did not think she could manage another day with the gag on yet. "Are you going to ask me to take off your bindings nicely pet?" Mark asked "you can speak." Melisa took a few breaths, trying not to think too much about this, she just needed to get what she wanted then find a way to get the hell out. "please, please, please would you do me the massive favour of taking off these bindings?" she tried, and as much as she hated talking to the prick in front of her with some form of deluded respect that he seemed to believe he deserved,, she also knew that it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be quite what he wanted. "Now you know that's not how I taught you to address me girl." He said, letting a twinge of annoyance pierce his voice. "one more try, I want you to ask me nicely to remove your bindings, unless you want to stay in them of course, it doesn't matter to me." "Please," she forced herself to get out the words he wanted to hear "please sir, please remove these bindings." Pleased that she had relented to what he wanted with relative ease, he cautiously began to remove the rope binding her arms and legs together. After all, there was no way she could escape or overpower him and grab the keys he had. Every time he touched the girl's body he saw a little tremble of fear coming from the girl. And he enjoyed it. She was still clothed in what she had worn the previous night, although it was dirty and mildly torn. Finally the ropes were undone. Melisa was unsure what to do, on one hand she wanted to vent her fury at what he had done to her, she knew she could do no real damage, but the thought was certainly appealing. On the other hand she didn't want to get herself into any trouble, and she wanted to stretch her aching muscles. Deciding on the keeping out of trouble method, she wriggled a little bit and opened her mouth about to ask him if she could move, but was interrupted. "Ah, don't forget your rules already," Mark smirked "no speaking without permission. Not until I can trust you to only ever speak with respect at least. Now, kneel for me," Melisa forced her aching body into position and knelt up by his feet, allowing one hot tear of indignation to drip onto the floor. He walked around her kneeling form, noting corrections he would need to teach her if he wanted her to kneel in the true submissive form. Finally it was time to really test this good behaviour that had been surprising him so far. "Strip, slut" the meaning of his words hit her like ice. If he had stripped her, it would be horrible yes, but having to strip herself? The humiliation of having to strip herself, almost as if offering her naked body up to him... that was too far. She tried to scramble a little away from him, on instinct, as if she was going to be able to run and hide. He calmly walked forward in long strides to match the distance and grabbed her wrists. Mark sighed, not that he was surprised of course, but he wanted to try and get it in to her head as early as possible. She was his slave; she would learn to do what he said, when he said so. For now, however, he just decided to do the job himself. He grabbed hold of her hair at the roots and spoke to her in a slow menacing tone. "Stay still for me, slut," and she froze. He pulled he to her feet Mark took his hand and finally after all of the waiting, ripped off her top, took a few seconds to undo her bra, making sure to pull extra hard on Melisa's hair when she showed any signs of struggle, and finally he got to clamp down his hand on the breasts he had been thinking of for weeks. Letting go of her hair without much thought, he felt the blow of the impact on his cheek. And a heavily breathing scared Melisa staring at him. "That was a bad idea." He pointed out the obvious. She hadn't meant to slap him, it had felt good, but it was still a complete instinctual move rather than a well thought out repayment. "And what do bad girls get?" Melisa made no moves to reply, she knew from the look in his eyes she would regret that move. "Don't make things worse for yourself girly. I asked you what do bad girls get? You know the answer to this one." And with a deep sigh Melisa replied, doing her best not to make the punishment worse for herself. "Punishment," she replied and then for good measure added a quiet, meek, little "sir," on the end hoping it would mollify him enough to reduce whatever pain he had in store for her. "Good girl, that's right." He was happy that she had tried to please him using a correct title, soon it would become such a habit she would do it automatically. "And since you slapped me, I think your punishment is fairly obvious." He grabbed her hands suddenly and dragged her over to a set of shackles on the wall. He bolted her hands into restraints which were bolted to the walls, the leg restraints were attached to the wall by a short chain allowing her to step slightly away from the wall, leaning her chest against it. She did not even think about resistance. Mark moved her head so it was sideways, her cheek against the wall, so the impact of his spanks would not force her nose into the wall and break it. The last thing he needed was to have to find someone who could administer medical care. He then got a pair of scissors from the bag he had brought down and cut off the bottom half of her clothing. She hated being nude before him as he stood back and admired the treats his girl had for him when he decided to fuck her. So much was going through her mind that she could hardly think about the nudity as an issue, she was scared about the impending punishment, she was mortified at being naked, and humiliated at being forced to show "respect" to the man who had stolen her life from her. He didn't decide how many strokes to give her, since they had never actually done any real life play in their whirlwind relationship, he decided it would be much better to judge on her reactions. Melisa was conflicted. He was going to spank her, and she knew he would not be gentle as she would have planned it out, but this was something she had been fantasising about for weeks. This was something that the idea of, normally, would turn her on. And she was finally about to experience it in full. As he brought his hand without mercy on her ass, Melisa could not help but let out a small scream. After months of wondering, she realised that the fantasy and reality of the thing were quite different, but didn't have much time to ponder this much before Mark carried on his assault of her ass. Hitting her on the tops of her thighs seemed to hurt her most, as this was when she let out the loudest little scream. When Mark was satisfied with his punishment, or had at least decided that Melisa shouldn't take any more for that night, he stood back to survey his work. The whole of her ass and upper thighs was turned red, parts already beginning to purple with bruise. Melisa was sobbing into the wall. He decided to leave her alone for a while. Having a little mercy he undid her from the shackles on the wall, and instead simply fixed one ankle onto a length of chain attached to the floor, allowing her a few feet semi-circular area in which she could move freely. He went over to his bag again and took out an apple and a plain bread roll. "Here, you must be hungry" he said in a tone that shocked her with compassion, handing her the food, she reached out tentatively and took it. "I'll be back in a couple of hours, and then we'll talk." Mark said replacing the scissors in his bag, and taking it with him out of the dungeon door. Melisa sat against the wall. Confused, still crying and tired out. She bit into the bread, it was basic but good, although hard to force past the lump in her throat to swallow. She didn't realise how hungry she was, Mark having interrupted her dinner plans, was it really only last night? She finished her food wondering what would happen in a few hours when mark returned. Running back over all that happened to her, Melisa let the cold stone floor of the dungeon sooth her throbbing ass. Forgotten Choices Ch. 03 I really appreciate those who have taken time to comment on the story, and in return i hope to keep you all updated when i can post new chapters. Please comment for any improvements or suggestions, it really is helpful as a writer to know people want you to continue. * The time that Mark spent away, passed slowly. Melisa waited on the floor, still occasionally allowing a fresh few tears to break her demeanour and slowly slide down her face. She still had no way of judging time passing. Every small sound seemed to vibrate the walls of the basement she had been trapped in. Every time she heard a noise, whether it was just water running through the pipes, or possibly a footstep from upstairs, whatever it was, each time she jerked round and eyed the door suspiciously for a few minutes, not daring to move, before relaxing, until the cycle began again. After what was only, in reality, about an hour and a half, dark thoughts ran through Melisa's mind "What if he doesn't come back for me?" she panicked, "is he just going to leave me here to die?" As she began to panic, her breathing rate increased. Her palms became sweaty and she could see her pulse beating harshly just beneath her flushed skin. Thump. Thump. The sound resonated through the silence. Mark, seeing all this on the cameras he had installed, saw the rise and fall of her chest and groaned. He could, of course, have gone down and reassured her, but decided against it. He didn't want to have to punish her again yet, and she needed to get her head round the situation before she even had a chance of behaving as was expected. He mused over the events of earlier. He hadn't meant to spank her as hard as he had. He had forgotten just how new and innocent she was. Not knowing whether to apologise or just get her to respect his will, he waited, watching with hunger in his eyes at his beautiful girl. He reminded himself that he must be careful, he couldn't lose control. Something about the girl made him loose his carefully maintained calm. Then he smirked. Running through emotions like only he could. His girl was going to learn to behave, he decided. After all, Mark didn't want to keep Melisa locked in the basement forever. He pictured a time, perhaps far in the future, when he would be able to trust her to sleep in his bed with him and he would be able to take her shopping, and she would be able to look after him, and him, her. "Taking her was the best idea I ever had" he thought congratulating himself on what he decided must be a stroke of pure genius unmatched by any act of any other man alive. He pondered what to do with the girl when he went down. He was dying to spank her and abuse her again, but he didn't want to break her. If he was not careful, like a child, he would break his toy because he wasn't patient enough to play nicely. After thinking all this through and letting the scenarios battle themselves out in his head, he finally decided to attempt to be nice to her; he would try and be a shoulder to cry on for a while. Equally, however, he knew if she stepped a toe out of line, he must rectify the situation quickly and efficiently. He could not allow ideas of misbehaviour to cross Melisa's mind, ideas like that would be no good for either of them. Deciding to leave her to think over her punishment for a while, Mark went and watched some television for a while. He sat on the sofa, flicking through the channels multiple times, unable to settle on a program, with the fire that was quenching him. He was not the most patient of men, and was desperate to go and check on his acquisition, but he had to stay strong, it wouldn't help for him to go charging in there and fucking her senseless; well, that's what he tried to convince himself. Melisa, on the other hand, was, for the most part, bored. She had been forced to accept that she couldn't do anything about her situation; she tried to get out of the bondage she had been left in, but was unable. She couldn't know when Mark was coming back, so had no way of preparing herself, and she didn't know how she could fight him off yet. She knew she had to be compliant as much as she was able. After all, she decided, submitting to him wouldn't make her weak, it would make her strong. Being able to submit to someone whatever they wanted, to keep herself safe, she didn't see how anyone would call that the weak option. She also needed to try and keep herself, for the most part, unharmed. As much as Melisa had promised she would be patient and accept whatever was to come, she was easily frustrated, and found herself testing the utmost limits of the chains length. Finding she could pace in a small circle, she wondered round and round, until she became dizzy, at which point she stopped turned around and paced in the other direction. It had been about two and a half hours since Mark had left when he gave in to his impatience. It was plenty long enough, he decided, and hurriedly grabbed the keys and opened the door to his little dungeon. Fumbling with the key in the lock, with his excitement to get down to the girl, he was aware that he was maybe less in control than he should have been. This time Melisa knew it was actually the door, and wondered how she could have mistaken it before. She took a deep breath and repeated encouraging sentiments to herself. "I can do this; I will be stronger than him." And other motivational phrases. She tried to even out her breathing. Mark walked up to her confidently and calmly, hiding his raging desires on the inside. He grabbed her face, lightly, by the cheeks, and pulled it in a manner so her eyes were forced to meet his own. "Good," he whispered "I see a little fire within these eyes, slut," he paused allowing his words to lightly echo in the silent room. Melisa shuddered, "A feisty little subbies like you will be much more fun to break" His menacing tones struck inside Melisa, and he saw the little bit of fire break, and the natural emotions came to the forefront of her mind. He saw all the emotions flash across her face. Anger. Hurt. Betrayal. Confusion. Sadness. Mark expected it as all of these emotions pooled together as a single tear. The single tear ran down her face and dripped down her chin onto her breast. Then the floodgates opened. Melisa tried to stop herself, but every time she as almost there she started again, sobbing. "ple-as-s-se s-s-sir" she sniffled, "please, let m-m-m-e g-g-go" She hadn't even noticed his arm around her until he squeezed her in what he decided was a reassuring manner. At which she stiffened. She had already failed to maintain the calm and strength she had promised herself. She found herself uttering the words of many captives in the past: "I won't tell anyone, if you let me go, just let me go, nobody will find out" She couldn't look away from him, and his eyes were unyielding in their penetrative stare. She sighed at her own stupidity, she knew pleading and begging wasn't the way to regain freedom. Another thought crossed her mind. Was he going to punish her for speaking? Mark had expected this conversation, this pleading. He used his resolve to stay calm and be kind. "Now, now little one," Mark soothed, "you know I can't do that. I'm kinder than you think I am right now. Things will get better than you can even imagine right now. You will love me" he stated sounding so certain Melisa didn't even think of denying it. "I'm not even going to punish you for speaking right now," he continued, "what's going through your mind pet?" Melisa didn't even realise how much she needed someone to talk to, and by the look of it she only had one option. She opened her mouth to speak, and then shut it again in confusion. What could she say without him punishing her? "I won't punish you for your thoughts, talk to me, I might be able to make things better." Mark tried to comfort her. On the one hand he wanted to know her thoughts, he may be able to use them to train her, use her fears as punishment and her hopes as reward. On the other hand, a strange emotion was seeping through him, one that most people would be fairly familiar with, but Mark living a fairly secluded life, hadn't felt in years. The emotion, of course, was guilt. Mark didn't regret his actions by a long shot, however he preferred the screaming and shouting to the sobbing. The screaming and shouting he could deal with, she could call him any name in the book, and he would be able to laugh it off, or use it as an excuse to punish her to his heart's content. Crying on the other hand, he could do little with, and it made him more uncomfortable than he had imagined it would. Finally seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Melisa allowed herself to open up to him. "I'm scared," she reluctantly admitted, taking a deep steadying breath. "What are you scared of my love?" Mark asked, trying to be the good guy. Melisa cringed at the title, but needed to go on now she had started. "What if something happens to you? What if I get locked in here with no way to escape? What are you going to do with me? Am I never going to see anyone I know ever again? Will I never get to go outside and see the sky again? Are you going to rape me? Are you going to keep punishing me like you did earlier? How will I get food, and water, and exercise?" She carried on with one hundred and one questions, letting all her worries and concerns out. Mark sighed. The reality of having a kidnapped girl in his basement was surprisingly different to the fantasy. Of course he had expected rebellion, and upset, but for the first time he saw the girl he had captured as a real human being, although only for a moment, he took pity on the girl. "You're going to have to trust me" he stated. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. Will you behave for me, and we're going to go talk things through?" Melisa nodded. Confused at the level of sympathy he seemed to be emanating. "I'm going to have to cuff your hands and feet for this, pet" Mark continued "but I won't hurt you if you don't give me reason to, ok?" "Yes sir" Melisa sniffed. "Good girl!" Mark untangled his arms from Melisa, making her feel surprisingly alone, her body feeling especially cold where his arms had been heating her up. She hardly trembled then he attached her ankles and wrists to cuffs, leaving just a short amount of chain between them, allowing her to walk with difficulty. She would never get far like that. Mark added a short piece of chain acting as a form of leash, and slowly led the stumbling Melisa up the stairs one by one. Melisa was confused and scared. Where was he taking her? The emotional overload from the day's events was overwhelming, and her thoughts were confused. Melisa couldn't understand why Mark had not raped her yet, and why he was even bothering to pretend to be nice to her. After all, she knew what to expect, if he had stolen her away from everything she ever knew and cared for, why would he not take advantage of the perk. Of course, she didn't want him to rape her or beat her more, but at least she would understand that. She couldn't get her head around the situation; it became easier to just follow. She could do that. She could follow and just take whatever was in store, it was much easier than having to think about whatever may happen, so she shut her thoughts down, and allowed herself to just enjoy a little peace, and a change in scenery as the door at the top of the basement was opened, and she was able to see the house. The house was so bright after the basement! It hurt her eyes and she blinked rapidly trying to get rid of the sensory assault. Mark led her down a series of hallways until they reached a bathroom, and suddenly, Melisa realised how much she needed to go. Mark led her to the toilet and sat her down. Melisa looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to leave. "Do you not need to go, little one?" Mark asked, trying not to make the situation harder than it need be, of course, he wanted an excuse to punish her, but he could be patient. Punishing the girl would do no good at that moment. "I was waiting for you to leave," Melisa pointed out, and then hastily added "sir." "You know I can't leave you alone pet," Mark pointed out, "it's now or never." Melisa was mortified. She knew she had no choice other than to do what he wanted, although why he wanted to watch was beyond her, but he stared her down until she finally gave in. Mark wiped her dry afterwards and she shuddered at the intimacy of his hand on her pussy, but didn't try and stop him. After letting herself try not to overthink things, she managed to actually slightly enjoy his brushing of her sex. Mark chained her to the rail of the shower curtain and began to run her a bath. "If you're good, pet, I can treat you and be nice to you more often. It's your own actions that get yourself into trouble." Said Mark. Melisa nodded blindly. The concept of being clean, made her feel so much better already. More human even. The bath itself looked so luxurious. Bubbles rose and a shimmer of steam rising. Mark finally turned off the running taps and tested the water with his arm. After obviously deciding it was of an appropriate temperature, he grabbed a towel to wipe the water and bubbles off his arm, and allowed his slave to get in. As Melisa lost herself into the emersion of water, she let out a sigh, and stretched her muscles. The feeling of being warm and clean and comfortable after all the events that occurred in the last few days was beautiful. All the aches from the punishment she had taken, and from being in various bondage completely left her body, as she sunk into the clean warm water, washing her sweat and tears away. Melisa shuddered as she felt an invasion breaking her façade of peacefulness. She looked for the source of interruption, but it was just a washcloth. Mark was tenderly washing her body, and it felt good. He seemed to wash all over her body multiple times, only leaving her tits and her sex, until suddenly; she wanted him to touch those too. Melisa moved his hand with hers, to her breasts, which he began encircling with the washcloth making her heart rate increase, and her cheeks redden, then when she felt she could no longer take the teasing stimulation, he slowly moved down across her stomach at a pace so slow she was itching from need after so much teasing and activity. Her body was desperate for a release. For an escape from reality. She tried to move her body to position his hands where she wanted them, but felt him move away. "No pet, I'll take this at my own speed." Mark said, before continuing the slow descent again from the top of her stomach. When he eventually brushed her sex with the slightest tickle of the corner of the washcloth, she gasped. She wanted it rough, and yet he chose now to be gentle? It seemed ironic. Melisa was confused. On one hand she was mortified at the manner in which Mark seemed to feel he was able to take her body as his own and she was hot for him, which she didn't expect. On the other hand, her mind was pretty occupied with the ways Marks tingling touches were igniting her centre. She didn't want to have to beg for it harder and faster, but he didn't seem to be giving her much choice. "Sir, please!" Melisa finally reluctantly let the words out. "Please what?" Mark asked his voice heavy in sarcasm. "Harder. Faster, please I want you to make me orgasm." Finally her need had overtaken her embarrassment. She was alone and stuck in a horrible place, and she needed release, and she needed it now. For Mark, her mortified admission was all he needed, he sped up, using the washcloth to tease her clit and bringing his lips to her left nipple, where he began to suck and lightly bite, not enough to cause pain but enough to make the girl very aware of the sensations in both parts of her body. Melisa had closed her eyes and was letting out quiet contented sounds every so often. She didn't care or resist when he slid first a finger, and then two into her. He felt her muscles rippling, as if testing out the intrusion. He forced another finger in there; there was some resistance, but not enough to make it uncomfortable. She was most definitely full though. Melisa moved slightly up and down his fingers, he carried on with all his ministrations. Melisa had never had so much attention on her orgasms before. Her chest was rising and she was unaware of anything but the sensations this man was causing in her deepest core. She didn't notice half of the bath water sloshing out as she came in frenzy. Mark waited for her to come down, and her breathing to return to normal, before he spoke. "Ok, that's enough bath time," he spoke in a cold tone. "Let's get you back downstairs and I'll find you some food." Melisa was confused. After all that, he was just going to send her back? That was it. "Well that's what slaves are for" a little voice in the back of her mind said. "He'll use you how he wants and then leave you until he wants more." Melisa resigned herself. With little energy for resistance and no desire for punishment, she adopted the same cold demeanour. "Yes sir." With that Mark handed her a towel for her to pat herself dry and led her straight down to the basement again. When they got there this time, he attached a much longer chain than before, one that allowed her movement pretty much anywhere in the big bare room, and left quickly. "I won't be too long, just going to grab us something to eat." With that, the dungeon door closed, leaving the confused slave in semi darkness. Melisa couldn't understand why he suddenly became so cold after the bath. Had she done something? She couldn't help but believe the words her subconscious had been drilling in to her; she was just a body for his use. Maybe she should just accept that that was how it is. She would be used as to his will, and there was nothing to be done about it. She was still horny after the encounter in the bath, which surprised her. Rather than finish her off, the orgasm experience seemed to have simply awakened her body to the touch of a man. "On the other hand", she pondered, "if I was just for his use and nothing else, why doesn't he just rape me and be done with it? Why can't he just do it and stop playing with me like this. In fact, why doesn't he want to, what's wrong with me?" her thoughts sour, Melisa sat in the corner, bringing her legs to her chest and sitting hunched up. "At least he left the towel." She bitterly thought to herself, bringing it up against herself trying to take some comfort in a little warmth. Mark himself was shaking with desire. He had had to get the girl out of his way before he hurt her in his desire to use her wet moist body. He groaned running his hands through his hair, why did she elicit such a response from him? He stood in the kitchen debating what he was going to do. He didn't want to rape the girl; he wanted their sex to be a pleasurable thing, a reward of sorts. His whole body seemed to be revolving around his hard-on. He hadn't even meant to pleasure her in the bath like that, he hadn't thought she'd be ready for any sexual contact and her willingness both surprised and aroused him. His thoughts suddenly took a walk down a darker path. As much as he tried to be a good Dominant for her, he just couldn't resist satisfying his own desires. "Well I pleasured her," he smirked to himself "I should get her to return the favour." With that, he grabbed whatever food was in his line of sight and virtually sprinted back to where his prize was waiting for him. Melisa was shocked when the door opened so suddenly. "Kneel for me slave." Mark commanded. Melisa complied, although blushing at the demeaning act, even that in her aroused contented state seemed to add to the moisture that was already increasing between her legs. She was still hurt at his coldness after the bath incident. He hardly noticed the hurt and confusion in her eyes; he was to desperate to finally feel her soft lips around him, to finally feel the warm cavern of her mouth engulfing his proudly standing erection. Forgotten Choices Ch. 03 "Open wide for me pet." Mark spoke slowly whilst unbuttoning his trousers. He noticed the flicker of understanding and fear on the girls face when she clicked the implications, but it just turned him on. He wanted her now and he was going to take it. All of the good intentions that he had had vanished in the space of his need for release. Melisa was mostly unsurprised. "I was right" she thought to herself, "he just wants to use me, that's what I'm for, I shouldn't kid myself anymore." As Mark watched her looking up at him, he let a tremor run through his body. Melisa slowly opened her mouth and without further delay he shoved his full length into her awaiting mouth. He was by no means small, maybe not a massive cock, but with Melisa's limited experience, it was a shock, she felt him to the back of her throat and gagged a little and tried to shimmy back. Mark simply held her head, watching her eyes grow wide. She looked up at him, almost as if pleading him to slow down, but he couldn't. Not at that moment. Hardly even deciding on his actions, he simply took her head by her hair and used her mouth to pleasure himself. Melisa was finding things difficult. She found her breathing was hard to time with his irregular thrusts, and she was gagging as his member touched her throat. She couldn't get back, and her jaw was starting to feel a little stiff with the whole process. The gags and muffled cries of Melisa were simply turning Mark on. Instead of realising she needed a minute, he simply went faster, desperate to use her mouth harder and harder. The tiny grazing of her teeth satisfied a need that was unsatisfied by simply wanking himself off, he couldn't remember being this hard and horny before. Lost in a world of pleasure and excitement, Mark was completely shocked by Melisa's actions. Terrified at the brutal face fucking she was receiving without much warning, she didn't really MEAN to bite him... it just sort of... happened. Mark stopped suddenly. The bite itself hardly hurt him. She hadn't bit down that hard. What really bothered him was the fact that she had dared to bite him, and meaning that his orgasm was pushed further into the future since he now had to deal with his wilful slave. "You are mine." He hissed "and you better start acting like it." With that he slapped her round the face, not hard, but enough so the unexpected shock made her gasp and loose her balance. Seeing the girl sprawled on the floor looking up at him with those oh so familiar pleading eyes, he was livid. If she could have just waited two more minutes. Two more minutes! He could have rewarded her, but she hadn't and he couldn't let her think that biting was acceptable; even if he had been rougher than initially intended. He walked over to the trembling girl, bent down, and ran a finger over the length of her pussy. "My, my," he spoke, "you're wet girl. I know just what to do with you."