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Willing Victim

By: Vampiric_Mirage



Sliding under the soft blankets, I hugged my pillow close to me, trying to pretend I was not alone. Knowing I needed to rest, I forced my eyes shut and tried to breathe slowly, hoping that a dreamless sleep would soon overcome me. Instead of blackness filling my world though , I swear I could hear your haunting laughter. Biting back a sob, knowing you weren’t really here, I still couldn’t get the feeling that you were lying beside me out of my mind. Half in anticipation, half in dread, I opened my eyes again, almost expecting to see you. Readjusting to the dim light I saw that I was still alone. Unsure whether this was a blessing or a curse, I cuddled deeper into my pillows. It was then that I saw it lying there: a tiny length of red silk - the same one you had used as a blindfold only yesterday. 

With my heart pounding in my throat I tentatively reached out to touch it, wondering in I was dreaming. Surely I must be, for it wasn’t there earlier. You had taken everything with you when you left, leaving without a trace. Uncertain as to whether or not this was a dream, I reached out to caress the silk with my fingertips. Expecting it to feel cool, I was slightly shocked at its warmth. Rolling over on the bed slightly, I picked it up gently, not quite sure what to do with it. Unable to resist a sudden urge, I brought the decadently soft material up to my face, letting it whisper across my cheek. Your scent suddenly assaulted me as the material caressed my face. Breathing deeply of the material I inhaled the musky rich scent. Looking once more around the room I was certain that I was still alone. Maybe somehow in all the confusion I had just not seen the tie? Maybe it had been under my pillow? Sitting alone in bed, with the silk bundled in my hand, I tried to clearly remember how closely I had looked at the bed earlier. Afraid to remember last night and the feelings you invoked in me, I realised that I had rushed to bed trying not to look at it.

Overcome by exhaustion I knew that I must try again to sleep. Smiling to myself, knowing that no one, especially you, would ever know, I brought the tie up to my face. Trailing it against my lips like a kiss, I slowly lifted it upwards, pulled it across my eyes and gently tied it at the back of my head. My heart hammering in my chest I was overcome with a feeling of comfort, of safety. As foolish as it was, I knew that I could wear this, that I could be blind to the world, because I was safe. No one was there. If I wasn’t blindfolded I knew that I would keep looking for you, jumping at shadows in the night. The tie somehow had just become my safety blanket, my protection from everything that was keeping me awake.

Breathing slowly and deeply I felt myself begin to drift off to sleep. On the edge of consciousness I felt the bed move beneath me slightly and heard the springs creak. Too far gone to return from the brink of dreams I dismissed this, thinking it was my imagination acting up again, and burrowed deeper into the arms that enveloped me. Murmuring into your chest, I drifted in and out of consciousness, unable to sleep for some reason. As if you knew my silent battle to sleep your lips feathered a soothing kiss across my forehead. 

“Shhh…” Your voice echoed in the darkness.

Knowing something was amiss I fought to think what it was, to remember. Suddenly it dawned on me. Those was the same thing you said to me yesterday. My heart hammering in my chest, I fought to wake up, to clear my mind. Knowing with sudden clarity that I was not dreaming, my body unconsciously tensed against yours, pulling away from your strong embrace.

“Ah, I see you are awake after all. For a moment I wondered if you would fall asleep in my arms, like you did last night, well more or less.” Your voice was softer than the silk still tied around my eyes, a midnight voice made for whispering sweet nothings. A very misleading voice.

Unsure whether I should move or stay still, I realised that one of my arms was trapped under my own body, while the other was pressed in between our bodies, with your arm carelessly draped across me. I could feel the heat of your chest pressed against my thin nightshirt, and without even looking, I knew that you would be naked.

Raising your arm slightly off me, I could feel you caress the tie that covered my face. “I must admit, I didn’t expect you to prepare for my return, although I do appreciate it.”

Unable to prevent it, a crimson flush broke out on my face. So much for my new safety blanket. Angered by being caught wearing it, I tried to think of something scathing to say, something fierce. On the verge of replying I felt your hand slowly skim down my face until the back of your hand gently began to trace my lips.

“Don’t.” I whispered into the night, my voice almost trembling. What ever happened to me wanting to sound fierce? Softly laughing you mocked my entreaty. 

“If you want me to stop, then stop me.” Your body tensed against mine, a lion ready to pounce, to conquer its prey, confident in the knowledge of its strength, confident in the knowledge of my weakness.

Your lips descended on mine, as your hand moved to the back of my neck, holding me against you. Clenching my teeth, I tried to deny your tongue access, to resist you. I felt the back of your hand squeeze my neck slightly, a silent warning not to resist. Torn between my raging emotions I couldn’t decide whether or not I should fight you. It was so unlike me to give in without a fight, but I already had learnt how futile it was to fight you. Should I even bother wasting my energy, especially since I was almost sure you enjoyed my resistance last night?

As your hand pressed more harshly against my neck, I finally decided to choose my battles more carefully tonight. Opening my mouth to you I fully expected you to plunge your tongue into me, kissing me as roughly as before. Instead I felt you almost hesitate before your tongue slowly slid against mine, almost dancing against it. Teasingly you darted your tongue forward before drawing back, over and over again. 

I sighed deeply in relief as I realised that you were silently asking me to play, that you were not going to claim my mouth as roughly as before. My tongue moved slightly, unintentionally, as I sighed. Taking this as my acceptance, you began to gently but thoroughly kiss me. Nearly breathless with a mixture of fear and pleasant surprise, I felt my mouth lightly kiss you back. I tried to convince myself it was to silently thank you for the way you were acting. As your lips broke away from mine I realised that sometime during the kiss you had rolled me over and were now laying on top of me. Fighting to steady my breathing and remain calm, I squealed in sudden surprise as your hands tried to lift my shirt off. Raising my hands automatically I grabbed yours, trying to stop you. Despite your strength, you stopped trying to pull my top off. My hands resting atop yours I lay there, not sure what to do now. As I felt you begin to try to raise my shirt again, my hands once again tightened against yours in what I knew would be a futile attempt.

“No.” My voice was a soft plea. Although I would never admit exactly what I was doing, I was begging you to stop, to show mercy. Your hands once again halted, holding my shirt halfway up my chest, exposing the underside of my breasts.

“Why?” Your voice sounded indifferent, yet curious.

“I…I have to see your face, please. Just let me see your face and I’ll stop fighting you.” The words spilled out of me before I even knew what I was going to say, but once I said them I realised they were true. Despite the fact this time I had put on the blindfold, suddenly I hated it, hated the fact that I had yet to see your face despite everything that happened, and was going to happen. 

“You know I can’t let that occur. I don’t want to let that occur.” Was it my imagination or did you hesitate slightly, did your voice sound unsure?

“Please…” I tried to put all my emotions into that one word, my fear, my desperation, even my desire. If only I could see you, maybe tonight could somehow be different between you and I.

“I…” Whatever you were going to say dissolved, and I felt your hands slowly raise to my blindfold.

“Are you sure?” Your voice was tinged with some emotion I had yet to hear from you, something I couldn’t quite recognise.

Unable to speak, afraid that I would say something wrong and you would stop I nodded my head mutely, hoping that you could see it move in the darkness. Your hands fumbled with the tie before suddenly I felt it slip off my face. Blinking in shock, still unable to clearly see you as my eyes adjusted to the light, I realised that you had lit numerous candles on the bedside table. Slowly you came into focus. A cascade of soft brown curls hung just above your neck, with a few curls hanging in your face. Cat green eyes glowed in the soft candlelight, framed by long dark lashes. Angular cheekbones, a cleanly shaven face, and strong, full, lips helped to create a soft yet muscular appearance. Overall, you were just as breathtaking to look at as I feared you would be. A slight frown was the only thing marring your masculine beauty as you laid perfectly still above me, letting me fully study you. Unable to stop myself, I smiled slightly at you, as a thank you for letting me see you, and for reasons that I refused to admit to myself. An answering smile broke out on your lips, revealing two small dimples, and transforming your looks to a near god-like perfection.

Your lips slowly descended upon mine once more, this time giving me time to pull away. Whether you would have let me refuse your kiss I will never know – I raised my head to yours, our lips meeting half way. Gently probing each others’ mouths we lost ourselves in the kiss. My arms wrapped loosely around your back, nails skimming the surface of your flesh.

“Yes…” You moaned softly against my lips, your words nearly lost to the slow exploration of our mouths.

Your hands delved under my top. This time you didn’t try to remove it, instead your hands deftly skimmed up my sides, sending slight shivers across my body, before they cupped my supple breasts.

“Wait…” my words were swallowed as you deepened the kiss even more, becoming slightly more aggressive. Your hands began to caress me, pulling slightly at my taut nipples as your manhood pressed against the bottom of my shirt. Once again my fear rose up, battling my desire and causing my nails to dig into your back. Breaking off the kiss, you mouth moved to my neck, biting me. Just like last night, I moaned in pleasure, unable to stop myself from pressing against you as I was swept away by the pleasure and pain. My neck was my one weak spot, and biting it as you were doing now seemed to turn off any resistance that I had left. 

As you began to grind against me and fondle my breasts my shirt began to ride up, until suddenly I could feel your hard penis push against me. In one last, desperate, attempt to stop this, I pressed my hands against your chest, using my full strength to try to push you away. I moved you barely an inch before your whole body turned rock hard and unmovable.

“What’s wrong?” your voice was husky with need, and you seemed truly confused as to why I would want to stop. As if there was no reason I should stop. 

“This…this is going too fast.” I fought to breath over the desire I felt for you. As your teeth began to gently scrape against my neck I began to forget once more why I wanted this to stop.

“Iiii…” I muttered incoherently as your teeth sunk once more into my throat and your manhood pushed against my moist opening, pushing away any protests that I had left. With your teeth still fastened to my throat you raised my shirt as high as possible, baring my breasts to your hungry gaze. Your mouth began to ravish my tender bosom as you finished removing the shirt. Once again my nails dug into your back, this time marking you as my lust took control over my mind.

Your body drove into mine in a sudden thrust, making me scream into the night. Your mouth quickly descended upon mine, silencing my cries of passion as you pounded into me over and over again. My hips rose to meet each plunge, impaling myself beneath you as far as possible. With wild abandon our bodies thundered against each other, as the smell of sweat and sex filled the room. The slap of our flesh echoed across the silent room, broken only by our occasional moans of pleasure.

Grabbing my hair roughly, you forced my head backwards and once again ravaged my neck. As soon as you loosened your grip I returned the favour, feasting on your flesh. My tongue flicked across your neck while my teeth bit down, leaving my mark on you. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but your thrusts became even more violent, bruising me with their force. Clenching around your manhood I felt my body begin to dissolve as I neared my climax.

“Oh god, yes…” I cried into the night. I would have called your name, but I realised that I never knew it. I wondered briefly if you knew mine before your next thrust forced all thoughts from my mind and I felt you explode into me. Clenching my muscles against your spent manhood, I milked it as I rode the tidal wave of my own pleasure, exploding around you only moments later.

Panting in exhausted completion I closed my eyes. I felt your mouth kiss the hollow of my throat before your body collapsed against mine. Aftershocks of our coupling rippled through me, causing my body to spasm against yours. Shifting slightly, you took your weight off me and lay by my side.

“I don’t think you’ll have to drug me to sleep tonight.” My voice whispered against your chest, laughing slightly in weary completion.

“MMmmm…” Your wordless reply sounded just as tired as mine. Snuggling against you I wondered briefly if you would be there when I woke up before sleep overcame me. Dreaming of making love to you, I never felt my body being tied to the four poster bed, nor did I feel your tears land against my skin…

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Willing Victim Ch. 02



"MMmmm..." Your wordless reply sounded just as tired as mine. Snuggling against you, I wondered briefly if you would be there when I woke up before sleep overcame me. Dreaming of making love to you, I never felt my body being tied to the four poster bed, nor did I feel your tears land against my skin...

I awoke in the morning feeling wonderfully stiff. Every muscle in my body ached, reminding me of last night's incredible sex. I would like to call it love making, but unfortunately even I sometimes have to admit when a spade is a spade...

Realising that my muscles were even more stiff then normal, I tried to stretch, only to suddenly come jarringly awake as I discovered that I was tied, completely spread eagle, onto my bed. There was even a tie across my waist, holding me tight against the bed. Opening my eyes, I scanned the room, looking for you. Unable to see you I tried to listen for your movements, but all I could hear was the occasional bird chirping outside. Knowing you must still be inside the house, fearing you weren't, I wondered briefly what I should do. I would call out your name, but I had yet to learn it. Also, I didn't really know for sure where we stood, last night was amazing, but since this morning I was tied down, it kind of stood to reason that maybe you didn't trust me.

The smell of bacon wafting into the room unexpectedly eased some of my worries. Inhaling deeply, I could faintly smell coffee, as well as possibly cheese. Wondering what you were cooking, or why, I tried to imagine you naked, except for maybe my light green apron, cooking me breakfast. I couldn't help it, maybe it was the stress of the situation, but I broke out giggling.

When I finally managed to stop giggling, you were standing at the foot of the bed, wearing a pair of jeans, and carrying a plate filled with a giant cheese omelette, tons of bacon, & a stack of toast. The fact that you really did cook my breakfast, after everything else (especially tying me to the bed), made me nearly break out in giggles again. 

"Are you always this cheerful of a morning person, or do I get some of the credit?" What obviously was supposed to be a devilish smile spread across your face, flashing off your dimples, completely ruining any 'devilishness' that otherwise would have been present.

"Would you believe me if I said I am always this cheerful?" It was a downright lie, I was almost always grouchy at least until noon, but I figured it would be bad for you to know the effect you had on me. Presuming of course you believed me, which was doubtful, since I can't lie worth a damn.

"Well, in that case I guess I didn't even need to try to cheer you up with breakfast in bed." Sitting down on the bed, you rested the plate on my stomach as you spoke.

I wasn't sure if I should mention it, but since it was pretty obvious, I felt the issue of my being bound may as well be dealt with now. "Well, umm...breakfast in bed normally doesn't include being tied down, to the best of my recollection."

Laughing slightly, you shrugged casually, seeming to almost dismiss my comment. "Well then, you haven't been having breakfast with the right people. I hope you like cheese omelettes..." 

Not giving me a chance to respond, you brought a forkful of eggs to my mouth and proceeded to feed me. Stretching out on the bed, you fed me, taking the occasional bite, while we spoke of menial things. Once we had talked about the weather, a picture I had on the wall (a beautiful Ruth Thompson fire elemental picture named Ember), and how the local sports team was doing, we had almost completely finished breakfast. Well, at least the eggs were almost finished. The plate was still half full with a stack of bacon and about a third of the toast.

"So, now that I have experienced eating breakfast in bed tied up, would you care to untie me?" I tried desperately to make the question sound light and playful, but inside I was starting to get a bit edgy about the whole situation.

The silence that echoed across the room suddenly increased my anxiety even more. 

"I can't."

With those two little words, I suddenly knew the breakfast had been something more than simply food. With a feeling of dread, I was suddenly reminded of every time my father had cooked for my mother to make up for something he had done wrong, trying to use food as an apology.

"Why not?" The words stuck in my throat, coming out so that I could barely recognise my own voice.

"I...you...you've seen my face, you could identify me...I..." your words trailed off, drowned out by the obscenely cheerful chirping of birds outside.

Trying to control my panic and the impotent rage that was beginning to build within me, I tried breathing deeply, remembering all of the self-control exercises that I had ever learnt. 

"Do you really think after last night I could call it rape? Hell, even the first night was, well...urg! In case you failed to notice, I was thrusting against you just as much as you were thrusting against me last night..."

"You say that now, but later, once I'm gone, you'll change your mind. You'll regret this, regret me. Don't deny it." Your voice was angry, accusing, but under that, I swear I could feel pain and loneliness. Whether it was a figment of my over-active imagination or not, I had no idea, but I almost felt sorry for you for some reason.

I sat in silence, trying to consider your words carefully before replying. If you left right now, and after the memory of last night faded slightly, would I skew events until I believed you had raped me? Would I come to regret what had happened? I had known others who always cried rape when they broke up with a guy.

I couldn't believe that I would ever consider this rape. Although technically it was, for me I had experienced rape more from boyfriends trying to get me drunk and pressure me into sex than from the wildly passionate encounter we had. As for the issue of regret, I was a bit unsure about that. Although I had definitely enjoyed myself, I also prided myself on not sleeping around. I had once made myself a promise not to have sex with someone unless I loved them (even if the love was unrequited), and I had lived by that promise until now. With that in mind, I knew I must word my reply cautiously.

"I...I would never report you to the authorities. Although I might mention you to friends, I would lie and create a different way that we met. You can trust me."

"What about the whole 'never trust a person who says trust me?'" Your words mocked mine from last night.

"But I did trust you, didn't I?" 

A frustrated sigh was your only reply as you put the half-empty plate on the bedside table. Returning to the bed, you laid down on top of me, covering my body completely. Your hands traced up my arms, slowly, until you reached where my hands were tied. Entwining our fingers, you silently stared at me, your eyes a pool of confusion.

Closing my eyes against your tormented green ones, I was unprepared when I felt your lips press urgently against mine, forcing your tongue between my teeth. Stealing my breath, you dominated my mouth thoroughly. When you finally drew back I was gasping for breath and could clearly feel your arousal through your jeans.

"This isn't going to solve anything." My words were a breathy whisper.

"Maybe not..." Your mouth covered mine again, ending all further possibilities of an argument.

I could feel you fumbling with your zipper as your mouth fought not to break contact. Finally cursing, you pulled away momentarily to shed your jeans and boxers. Naked, your mouth reclaimed mine, dominating it masterfully. Hampered by my ties, I fought against them, making my flesh raw.

Grabbing my arms, you held me still and stopped kissing me just long enough to say, "Stop that." Before fastening once again, trying to drown yourself in the taste of my mouth.

"Untie me." My voice was no less commanding than yours, or at least not much less commanding, as I struggled against your vice-like grip that held my arms even further immobile.

The feel of you plunging within me stopped all my arguments, as my body involuntarily arched against yours and a gasp was torn from my lips. Drawing back, almost completely out of me, you paused for a moment before plunging back into me. My already bruised body protested slightly at the abuse, but the pleasure drowned out any pain that I felt. You continued to slowly, teasingly, draw back and plunge deeply back in, then your thrusts became even slower, until you were moving at a snail's pace in and out of me. Rotating my hips, I silently entreated you to take me, to pick up the pace.

"Do you want me?" Your breath was hot against my ear as you paused, with only the very tip of you still inside of me.

"Yes." Unable to deny the truth with my body craving your touch, I admitted the truth without hesitation.

"Then ask me, say please."

This time I hesitated slightly, almost hating myself for the desperate need my body felt. In the span of just a few days, my body had become addicted to yours. "Please..."

You thrust into me deeply and quickly, answering my plea, before once again drawing back. 

"Again."

"...Please..."

You once more rewarded me for asking. "Again."

"Plea-se." The force of your thrust made the word catch in my mouth, before you once again drew back, this time you almost slipped completely out of me before I whispered the magical word...

"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please." Each word was punctuated with your delicious body thrusting into mine. As soon as I stopped asking, you stopped thrusting though.

"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please." My voice was a well of need, filled by each taunting thrust.

"Oh God yes, how I love to hear you beg. To hear a woman beg, submitting to me like they should." Your mouth descended upon my neck, biting me, marking your territory.

Knowing suddenly that this was just a way of proving your dominance, while at the same time realising just how helpless I truly was, I felt tears begin to spring to my eyes.

"Keep begging me, or else." Your words were still said in that velvety voice, but this time the words were velvet ropes that were trying to imprison me.

"Please. Please. Please...please...please..." At some point in time my words had changed. I was no longer begging for more, I'm not sure exactly what I was begging for. I didn't really want you to stop necessarily since your body was still sending ripples of fire through mine, but it definitely was not more of your forceful mastery that I was asking for.

"Louder." Your voice was a harsh demand, showing no mercy.

"Please. Please. PLEASE. PLEASE!" I nearly screamed the words at you, letting all of my anger and frustration out in that one hateful word as you pounded into me.

This time when I stopped begging, your body pounded into me even more painfully, showing me your displeasure.

"Keep begging. Yes..."

"LOUDER!" Your voice was a nearly mindless scream against my heart, making me wince.

"Please..." Unable to hold onto my anger as pain completely overcame pleasure I was barely able to whimper the word as you thrust into me.

I could feel your body tightening as you neared your climax. With a feeling of relief, I began to say please in earnest, this time begging for your release so that you would stop. Your body hammered into mine, beginning to draw blood from my bruised and battered flesh. Unable to wipe away my tears, I continued to beg you please as you exploded within me.

As you drew out of me I closed my eyes, happy the ordeal was finally over. Unlike last night, or even the night before, I had received no pleasure, and I no longer even wanted any. Unfortunately, I was about to learn that what I want and what I received were two very different things.

"Wow...if that is how it is when you're tied up, I think I have to tie you up more often. That was wonderf..." Your words stopped abruptly when you saw the tears that were already beginning to dry on my face.

"What's wrong. Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Your words were a frantic rush as a look of horror crossed you face at the sight of the spattering of blood across the bed and my lower body that also coated your penis. 

Immediately you jumped off the bed, rushing out of the room before I could say a word. Mere moments later you returned with a damp cloth and began wiping me off. It wasn't until all traces of blood were washed off of me that you absently wiped the blood off of yourself.

"I am so sorry, you should have told me I was being too rough." Your lips gently lowered against mine, teasing against them, before your tongue licked at my lips playfully.

Unsure what to do, what to say, I wondered if you could have truly been oblivious to my pain and humiliation. In confusion I half-heartedly returned your kisses. My body was unwillingly on fire once again when finally you pulled away, breaking off the kiss.

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you, and that's where our kisses will lead. It's still early morning, so why don't you take a nap so you feel better hopefully, while I get rid of these dishes and clean up a bit, okay?"

Still feeling shell-shocked I was barely able to nod my head.

After kissing me softly on the forehead, you picked up the plate and left the room.

Despite being filled with renewed desire, I must have dozed off, because the feeling of your teeth brushing against my neck awakened me. Remembering our passionate sex last night first, as well as falling asleep with you beside me, it took me a few moments before I recalled the humiliation of our last sexual encounter. Despite that, I knew I couldn't fight you, even if I wanted to (which to some extent I did), because my body would betray me over and over again to your masterful touch.

Opening my eyes slowly, cautiously, the first thing I saw was your cat-green orbs looking straight at me. Unlike last night, when they glowed with passion's fire, they looked red and bloodshot. Your deliciously kissable lips were puckered in a slight frown, hiding all traces of the dimples I had knew existed. My apprehension quickly rising I stared mutely at you, waiting to hear whatever you had to say.

"I'm sorry, for everything..." You words echoed in the silence, shattering my foolish beliefs that maybe everything was going to be alright.

"...You knew when I took off the blindfold what I would have to do, later...I can't keep putting it off, as much as I want to." I could tell you were trying to explain, to justify, to somehow blame me for whatever it was you were about to do. I refused to think what it could be. I refused to think at all as I saw tears well up in your eyes.

"...I never meant for it to end like this...I didn't want to hurt you, but this morning I realised I already did, and if I spend any more time with you I'm afraid I will again." 

If I hadn't been on the verge of crying or screaming I almost would have laughed. You weren't going to hurt me? Yes, I may have become willing last night, well maybe more than willing, but you broke into my room and forced yourself on me! How can you say you had no intention of harming me?!? And as for this morning, I still couldn't figure out how I felt about that. Beyond murder, there is nothing worse, nothing more hurtful, you can do to a woman than rape. Beyond murder...

Choking back a sob my thoughts came to an abrupt halt as I once again looked at your bloodshot eyes and felt your shaking hands caressing my cheek. As much as I didn't want to think what you were apologising for, I knew. I had seen your face and could now identify you to the police if I ever wanted to, and after you had hurt me this morning, you didn't trust me not to turn you in.

"No. Please, no..." Even to my own ears my voice sounded pitiful, weak, and annoying. I was hoping the word please would sway you, help you to show mercy. As your shaking hand stroked down my face, whispering across my neck, a gentle threat of either tenderness or violence, I shivered involuntarily and tried to pull away from your touch. Pulling your hand back as if I bit you, you stared at me silently for what seemed like an eternity.

"Close your eyes." Your voice wavered slightly, betraying your own weakness. 

For the first time, I wondered if you had ever done this before. Had you ever raped a woman? Killed a woman? Or even a man for that matter? Wanting desperately to ask you, to know these details before it was too late, I instead just closed my eyes, feeling the darkness engulf me. As I felt your hands touch my neck, your long fingers wrapping themselves around it, a cold chill began to emanate from within my body, causing me to shake slightly in apprehension.

Knowing I couldn't, wouldn't, die peacefully I began to struggle in earnest against the ties that bound me to the bed, ignoring the feel of them cutting into my wrists.

Immediately your hands moved, and began to rub the sides of my arms soothingly, as if you were trying to warm me. Keeping my eyes tightly shut I stopped moving and tried to slip into my fantasy world. My rape fantasies had come true, so this was just the next dark step in my fantasy. Nothing bad was going to happen, this was just a threat, a joke, or a dream. Even if it was real you would realise your mistake and we would end up living happily ever after. As I repeated these childish thoughts over and over again to myself while you rubbed my arms soothingly I almost began to believe it was possible.

"Shit!" Once again you stopped touching me as if I had burnt you, although this time I felt the bed shift, signalling that you had jumped off of it.

"I have to use your phone." Your abrupt words faded as you walked out of the room.

Maybe you were hungry again and had decided to order a pizza? I began to giggle uncontrollably at the ridiculous thought - it was a ridiculous thought, right?

After a few moments of silence, I hear your voice once more. "You know that offer you made the other day...I'm accepting...Yeah, I'm serious...I want to control who the merchandise goes to...no...no...okay, maybe. Have a list ready in an hour...Yeah, I'll call you..."  

As I listened to your side of the conversation, I wished I knew who you were talking to, or about what. Whoever it was, I guess the pizza idea was out of the question after all, which was too bad because if I hadn't been feeling nauseous, I probably might have been hungry again. All that exercise uses a lot of energy.

A bird chirping outside the window seemed strangely out of place as I strained to hear you, to see you. As if the bird knew its cheerful cries were unwelcome, it suddenly fell silent. Hearing your footsteps slowly approach from behind me I fought not to look at you, not to show you how scared I was becoming.

"What was that about?" I applauded myself silently as my voice emerged without a tremor to betray my anxiety. Sitting down beside me on the bed you refused to answer. Instead, our eyes met each other, each of us trying not to show their fear, their anguish. Despite the fact that I had only known you for two nights, I knew that you were upset by whatever battle was taking place within your mind. 

Trying to use my eyes to beg for mercy, to demand mercy, I silently stared at you. Slowly stretching out, you swung your left leg over me until you had mounted me completely. As we sat in silence with you on top of me, I felt your penis begin to spring to life. Hoping that maybe if you allowed yourself to remember last night you would realise there was no need to hurt me, I began to slightly clench and unclench my lower body against you, hoping for a repeat of last night. Shifting, I felt the friction of my movement cause an even larger reaction in you. Boldly now I tried to arch my hips against my bindings, bringing your newly hardened shaft against my slightly moist entrance.




Willing Victim Ch. 02



Despite your obvious desire you remained perfectly still above me. Unsure what other weapon, what other power, I had beyond my body I gave myself up to my instincts and fought to raise my hips even further this time. I felt you slide into me slowly, until you filled me completely. I felt your muscles tense as you valiantly tried to stay still once you had entered me. Knowing that if I didn't get you to move, to participate, that all would be lost I began to draw my body back down, sliding your shaft almost completely out of me. When not even an inch of skin remained within me, I thrust upwards with all my force, impaling myself, feeling the ties cut into my stomach.

"Don't." Your voice was full of concern as you pushed me down and examined my stomach.

"I'm not made of glass, you won't hurt me." My voice held a false bravado as I tried to convince you to have sex with me once again, despite the lingering protests of my body.

"Are you sure?" Your voice was hesitant but hopeful. I could almost feel your eagerness to be inside me.

"I'm sure." 

You eased the barest hint of yourself into me, stopping completely when only the tip of the shaft had parted my womanhood. "Are you sure that doesn't hurt?"

Barely able to feel you inside of me I nodded my head, and quietly murmured, "Yes." 

Easily convinced, you growled deep in your throat, grabbed me by my shoulders and thrust fully into me with bruising strength. Moaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain I suddenly wondered if maybe playing with your exquisite fire wasn't such a brilliant idea after all as you thrust into me over and over again.

Despite the ties restricting my movements, once my body got used to your hard thrusts, our bodies began to beat against each other in perfect harmony. My lips kissed the hollow of your neck as you buried your head in the pillow. Slowly but surely the tempo and ferocity increased even more until I was being hammered into the bed, unable to move due to the savageness of your thrusts.

"Damn...you...for...making...me...feel!" Each word was emphasised with a brutal thrust, while your hands pushed into my shoulders, holding my down forcefully despite my ties. As you thrust harder and harder the pain began to block out all the pleasure I had been experiencing. 

"Ahhhh...please...this hurts..." My words were broken sobs, barely audible over the harsh slap of your body against mine and your primal groans of pleasure. 

With animalistic ferocity you thrust into me over and over again until I was sure the only reason I was still wet was because I must have begun to bleed again. Gone was the passionate man from the last two nights, who despite everything was able to seduce me. Instead, I could swear I was beneath a raging monster. As the pain began to fade, I realised that I was finally blessedly slipping away from reality, away from this nightmare, and into unconsciousness due to the pain.

"You think you can make me want you? You think I'll fucking regret this? Just shut up!" "SHUT UP!...PLEASE!" The desperation in your voice was enforced as your hand smashed across the side of my face, splitting my lip open and forcing me back to harsh reality.

Whether it was the violence of you hitting me, or whether you were already nearing release, I felt your body begin shudder slightly. Slowing your pounding rhythm only slightly, you bent your head to my lips and kissed me hard, tasting my blood. As your tongue plunged into my mouth your seed erupted within me, burning my body where you had so callously ripped it open. Thanking the gods that I had taken a contraceptive needle a few weeks ago, I let myself float on a wave of pain. 

As the orgasm finished washing over you, your kiss slowly became more gentle. Moaning slightly you began to draw out of me. When I whimpered in pain, I saw you look for the first time at where our bodies met. Gasping in surprise you just gawked at the blood that coated the both of us for what seemed like hours. 

"Oh god, I am so sorry, You said you'd be okay. I never meant to... "

"...hurt me?" My voice oozed derision and tears streamed down my face as I finished your sentence for you. 

At some point as you shredded my body with your own, I had come to realise that not only were you not ordering pizza, you also weren't my knight in shining armour after all. As that reality had violently been pounded home I had passed the point of weakness and was now simply in pain, tired, and bitchy, or so I thought. But, as you leaned close to kiss my lip where you had split it, I couldn't stop myself from wincing in fear. Closing your eyes as if I had hurt you and not visa versa, you continued to murmur apologies that I refused to accept. 

"Let's go have a shower." Your voice held a mixture of both authority and sadness as you began to untie my bindings. 

Once the last tie was removed I tried to stand, only to whimper once more in pain as the returning circulation caused my limbs to burn in agony. Murmuring something under your breath, probably another meaningless apology, you effortlessly picked me up in your arms and carried me to the bathroom. Flexing my muscles as much as possible, I suddenly remembered a scene from the movie Kill Bill. Hell, if Uma Thurman could get her whole body to move while drugged, I could get over a little case of pins and needles. With determination, I began to flex all of my muscles as you carried me.

Knowing that I needed to escape, I pretended to co-operate as you adjusted the water temperature for the shower. Holding me tightly against you, I let you support most of my weight as we showered, pretending that my muscles were still numb, which was only partially true. I tried to focus on the pretty pink colour of the water as what I swore must be acid ate at my torn flesh. Once all the blood was gone, you laid me in the bottom of the tub and proceeded to wash away the rest of the evidence.

After we had both dried off, you walked me to the kitchen, sat me on a chair, and began rummaging through the fridge. Throughout all of this, I was silent as a zombie, allowing myself to be led around while I waited for the perfect moment to escape. You kept making excuses to tenderly touch me, pushing a hair out of my face, tenderly caressing my cheek, letting your arm brush against mine as you walked across the kitchen.

"Um...I've gotta go to the bathroom, I'll be right back. Okay?" Your voice sounded almost afraid to leave me, not because you feared I'd run away, but because some almost lost male protective urge had suddenly reared its tardy little head. 

Knowing this would probably be my only chance to escape, and knowing that the only way out of the house was past the bathroom, I waited until you entered the bathroom, praying you would close the door behind you. My bad luck held as I watched you leave the door wide open.

Still intent on trying, I tiptoed towards the bathroom as quickly and quietly as possible. Unable to think how I could pass by you unseen I made the rash decision to make a break for it. Darting past the bathroom door, my still wobbly feet stumbled on the hardwood floors as I moved towards my freedom. I heard you curse loudly before the sound of the blood beating in my body drowned out all other noises. Every bone in my bruised body screamed in protest as I slammed into the door, undoing the locks as quickly as possible. 

I had the door partially flung open before I felt your body crash into mine, slamming me against the far wall just past the door. Feeling my head ricochet off the wall and my breath heaving as the adrenaline coursed through my body, I fought to escape you, to try to get out the door. Holding me with both hands, you kicked my last chance at freedom closed with the back of your foot as you easily held me captive. As I realised that my only option at escape had failed, I stopped fighting you completely.

" You shouldn't have done that." All the sorrow that had clouded your voice only moments ago had dissolved due to my futile escape attempt. 

Grabbing me by the hair roughly you pushed me onto my knees beside the table at the front door. I almost began to laugh hysterically as I thought you wanted me to give you head. When you picked up the phone, completely ignoring me, I realised I was unfortunately mistaken. If you were planning on killing me, the least I could do was have a filling and tasty bite of your manhood for lunch first, especially since you weren't ordering pizza. This time I began to giggle hysterically as you spoke on the phone, completely forgetting to listen to what you were saying.

Disturbed by my laughter, you laid a hand on my head in what I knew to be a warning and continued on with your conversation. Gasping slightly for breath, I tried to remain quiet and listen, sitting at your feet like an obedient dog.

"What do you mean three days?! What am I supposed to do with her until then?...I... No...No...fine. Sounds good...yeah, I'll meet you then...Okay." 

After you hung up the phone you looked down at me and spoke, "Just because I didn't want to hurt you doesn't mean I won't. Don't worry though, I have everything taken care of." 

The sorrow that filled your voice made me shiver in fear, because I finally realised you thought you weren't doing anything wrong. You didn't realise that you had hurt me. Hating myself for being weak I fought to stop my tears from falling as I tried to compare the man who had tenderly embraced me last night with the monster I had met today. I wondered fleetingly if maybe you had split personalities as you gently took my arm and led me back to the kitchen.

"Here, let me get some ice for your head." Your voice made it sound as if you were the hero, while at the same time denying that you were in any way responsible for the growing lump.

Minutes passed by in silence as I held the ice against my head, and you leaned against the sink, looking at me with your disturbing concern. Suddenly you walked back up to me and took the ice away, putting it back in the freezer. Silently you held out your hand to me, clearly expecting me to take it. Instead, I stood up, very careful not to touch you. Slowly you dropped your arm and pointed towards the bedroom. I felt like I was in some B-rated silent film as I reluctantly walked back towards my room. Maintaining the silence, I let you push me onto the bed. When you began to try to retie me though, I couldn't help but fight, despite the futility of my resistance. 

"Don't. It'll just be harder on you if you do." Your voice was once again soft, almost sweet sounding, and I could see the barest hint of your dimples in your sad smile.

Closing my eyes against my own uselessness, I let you tie me down. Once my arms and legs were tied down, I felt your hand gently skim against my stomach, where the tie had cut into my flesh earlier. Jumping slightly, I felt your lips delicately kiss across my flesh, trying to soothe me. 

"I'm sorry...I'll be right back." Your words sounded hollow in my ears as your lips brushed against my stomach again before you left the room.

Returning with a jar of polysporin and aloe-vera healing lotion you sat gingerly on the side of the bed. After dipping your fingers in the salve, you carefully spread it across my stomach. Dipping your fingers deeply into the jar, you scooped out a generous handful of the soothing medicine.

"This may hurt a bit...I'll try to be gentle." Your words infuriated me with their apparent sincerity as you began to slather the jelly against the outside of my torn womanhood.

Taking another scoop of salve, this time your fingers gently probed my entrance, making my clench my muscles against the cold lotion and your unwanted touch. After covering there in salve, you took an even larger amount, this time scooping it up with only two fingers. Knowing what was coming, I still shied away from your touch, trying to escape you, as your fingers slowly plunged inside of me, filling my womanhood with the healing salve. Despite the fact that I was now covered, and filled, with the balm, you scooped up even more.

This time, when your fingers plunged inside of me, you began to caress me, running your hands against the walls of my femininity. Stroking me gently, you rubbed your hand against my body repetitively, stopping only to cover your fingers in more of the ointment every now and then. 

"Don't." My words came out from between clenched teeth as I tried to ignore your touch.

Ignoring my words completely, you continued to pet me gently, rocking your hand back and forth, spreading the salve within me.

Clenching my eyes shut tightly, I tried to block out the pleasant feeling of your hand mixed the growing warmth of the jelly. Your hand began to massage me even more fervently, flicking and teasing my clitoris until my muscles clenched and I was forced to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Your hand mercilessly continued to rub against me for what seemed like eternity, showing no mercy, slowing coaxing me to my release. Against my will I felt my hips arch slightly against your hand, silently showing that my body had betrayed me again.

Unlike before though, this betrayal was worse, for now I knew for sure what sort of man you were (and I use the term man loosely). As you continued to stroke me, I felt your mouth plunge downwards as you took my breast within your mouth. After you had fully tasted one breast, you moved to the other one, teasing it expertly. 

Unable to suppress it, a moan of frustrated pleasure escaped my lips. Flashing your misleading dimples you rewarded me, or should I say punished me, by moving up to my neck, once again favouring my erotic zone with your masterful tongue and teeth. I fought to maintain my sanity despite my arousal as your hand continued to force my climax. The only outward sign of my pleasure was the occasional moan you elicited or the slight quivering of my hips as I fought to remain utterly still.

"Does this hurt?" Your voice was velvet, whispering within my mind as your hand thrust into me over and over again.

Unable to lie, unable to speak, I shook my head no as I neared my release. I breathed in shock as I felt your hand completely withdraw from me. Moments later though, I sighed in mindless contentment as I was filled once more. Slowly you rocked within me, stopping ever time I was on the verge of orgasm, forcing me to cool down, before resuming your gentle strokes. Biting my lip, trying to hold back my need, after forever had come and gone and you still continued to fill me and withdraw, I finally felt my world explode. As I orgasmed, I felt you begin to tremble within me, only then realising that at some point you had replaced your hand with your masculinity. As the last aftershock of my pleasure rippled through me, I felt the proof of your satisfaction flowing into me, mixing with the jelly that now covered us both.

You withdrew slowly, covering me even more in your seed and the salve as you pulled out, then began to get dressed. After kissing me lightly across the forehead you strode purposefully towards the door.

"I'll be back later, I have something I have to go do." Your words echoed from the hallway, stunning me.

I had presumed you were just getting up to go to the bathroom or something. Still covered in your semen and tied to the bed I desperately cried out for you to wait, just as I heard the door slam shut. Sitting alone in the silence, I felt the semen and salve begin to dry against my skin, as I waited for your return with a mixture of eagerness and dread.

Unwilling to let myself be conquered by you and your violent mood swings I knew I had to try to break free before you returned and I succumbed to your touch again. Breathing deeply I tried to work myself out of the ties, hoping I could escape before it was too late.

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Thank you for reading this story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please take the time to vote, make constructive criticism, or give general feedback. Anything publicly posted or emailed to me would be extremely appreciated. I am in particular hoping for feedback regarding any weak areas of the story, as well as grammar and punctuation errors. I wrote this in a slightly frenzied mood, and even when I edited it I fear my objectivity was completely compromised...Thanks!



Willing Victim Ch. 03



Unwilling to let myself be conquered by you and your violent mood swings, I knew I had to try to break free before you returned and I succumbed to your touch again. Breathing deeply I tried to work myself out of the ties, hoping I could escape before it was too late...

Blood coated my left wrist as I finally managed to ease it out of its prison. Immediately I tried to undo my other wrist, my numb fingers fumbling with the tight knots. Untying my ankles as well, I sprung from the bed, eager to escape, only to collapse in a graceless heap on the floor when my body gave out beneath me. Trying to massage feeling back into my legs, I wasted precious moments trying to regain circulation. 

It had taken me much longer than I had originally anticipated to escape from the confines of the bed. Feeling the urgent press of time beat against me, I struggled to stand up, using the bed for support. Hobbling clumsily across the room I felt like it had been years since I had last stood instead of mere hours.

Fearing that you would return, or manage to find me before I found help, I made a quick detour to the kitchen before heading towards the front door. I was holding the knob in my hands when suddenly I felt it begin to turn in my hands. Adrenaline coursing through my system I realised that I was caught. 

Hiding behind the door, I stood ready to attack once you had crossed the threshold.

As the door slowly slid open I waited for you to walk pass me, hopefully giving me a chance to attack or escape. Instead, my gaze was suddenly filled with a dozen long-stemmed yellow roses.

"I know this doesn't make up for what I did, but hopefully it will stop you from attacking me." Your voice came from behind the door as the flowers were thrust even farther towards me, revealing only a hint of your arm.

Knowing I couldn't escape I felt my shoulders sink in despair. "How did you know I was here?"

"I...I just did..."

Finally entering the room, I realised you had changed into black dress pants and a grey coloured sweater, and were carrying a large black travelling bag with you. "Somehow I expected this to go slightly differently...I should have figured out by now that nothing goes as planned with you."

Laughing slightly, once again teetering on the verge of hysteria, I replied. "What, you figured you'd come in, untie me from the bed, where need I remind you, You tied me, and suddenly be a hero of some sort?"

With an infuriatingly sheepish look you ducked your head, "Well...umm...kind of, yeah. I was hoping..." Laughter filled your voice as you continued, "to say the least I never expected a naked, knife-wielding, Amazon..." 

"...Can you at least accept the flowers?...Please...I don't expect you to forgive me, but at least take these so you know I realise I did something wrong." Each word slowly, clearly, poured from your lips, overflowing with seemingly pain-filled sincerity.

Realising that I really had no choice, I tried to compose myself, before I reached out and graciously accepted the flowers. I was debating whether or not it was necessary to say thank you when your voice interrupted my thoughts.

"You see, I...I just wanted you to know...what I mean is...oh, never mind." For once, your velvet voice seemed to fail you as you muttered incoherently.

Despite everything I knew about you, despite my mind screaming that I was a giant fool, my ever-present sympathy got the better of me as I remembered the slightly faded image of you smiling, dimples and all. Drawing a deep breath and hoping for strength, I tried to echo the soothing tones of your velvet voice as I gently spoke. "It's okay, just tell me what you were going to say."

Shaking your head, I watched in amazement as I could visibly see your mood shift from melancholy to happiness in less than one second. It was as if you were almost a different person; your shoulders suddenly straightened and your dimples appeared in full force. Staring in awe, I fell for it completely until I stared into your emerald eyes. Trusting in my own instincts, I saw the hidden sorrow in your eyes, and realised that the person standing suddenly before me was an illusion, a well created illusion, but an illusion regardless. Dumbfounded, I stared in silence, wondering if I should admit that I had found out the truth.

"Never mind that, let's get these flowers in water, then I have big plans for us tonight!" Your voice held the joy of a child on Christmas morning, infectious happiness, begging anyone in hearing distance to join in their emotions; to get lost in the moment.

Following along like a zombie, I tried to force a bounce to my step, so that I would seem appropriately cheerful. With startling efficiency you took the scissors from the right drawer, cutting the ends off the flowers, and tossed the excess into the garbage underneath the sink. When you reached above the stove for a vase I knew for sure that, well, I wasn't sure what I knew, I just knew Something wasn't right with this picture.

Always honest and curious to a fault, I couldn't help but blurt out in a falsetto voice "So, how long have you lived here by the way?"

You stopped only for a second before you began to beautifully arrange the flowers in the vase. "Are you really sure you want to know that answer?"

Swallowing in a futile attempt to moisten my dry throat, I managed to croak out, "yes."

You sat down beside me, looking me straight in the eyes before answering "I've been watching you while you sleep every night for almost two months now. I even once put some sleeping potion in your tea, and rested beside you as you slept before we actually met that first time. I know this won't make a difference to you probably, but I Knew...well, we had to meet soon."

Afraid to ask why, I remained perfectly silent, perfectly still, as I tried to absorb that knowledge into my already befuddled brain. The only response that came to mind was one that I had thought about quite a bit since I first saw your face.

"Actually, we never did officially meet...my name's May..." I let the question hang in the silence of the room...

"You never get enough do you? First you want to see me, then you want to know how long I watched you, and now you want to know my name. What makes you think I'd tell you my real name anyway, and if I've watched you this long, what makes you think that I don't know yours, that I haven't been whispering it in my mind, rolling it across my tongue, and savouring the taste of it just I savoured the taste of you that first night and every night since?! I shouldn't have to tell you my name! Hell, you shouldn't even want to know it! I didn't want to know it when I...I mean, yeah, I did it a bit different, but still...I just don't get..." wrapping your arms around yourself as if you were cold your voice slowly drifted away until you fell completely silent.

Afraid to speak, but foolishly unable to remain silent I asked the obvious question, "You did what differently?"

Waving your arm in the air in an absently dismissive gesture you replied, "She was a bitch. I swore I wouldn't do it the same, no matter what, but it wasn't supposed to be This different. It was never supposed to be...I don't really know what I was supposed to do, I guess, but not like this." Your voice slowly tapered off until I had to strain to hear what you were saying.

For once my questions failed me as I tried to piece together what you were saying. Before I had a chance to fully process everything you had said you slowly crossed the kitchen towards me. Each step was an alluring mix of hesitation and determination, fear and eagerness. When there was barely a breath between us you leaned your head down towards mine until your breath gently feathered across my face. I waited for your lips to descend and claim mine, but they stayed there, hovering, waiting for me to move the last millimetre. Caught in your spell once again, I never thought twice as I arched my body, pressing it against you as our lips brushed against each other.

Your tongue caressed my lips, pleading for entrance. My tongue flickered out to meet yours, teasing it until it entered me. A moan echoed across the silent kitchen, whether it was yours or mine, I'm not entirely sure.

Your body pushed against me, guiding me backwards, until I was pressed against the kitchen table. Your hands caressed my body, and only then did I suddenly remember that I was naked. Until then I had felt completely comfortable and unaware of my nakedness. Now though, as your hands expertly explored my body, and your nails gently trailed a line down my back, making me shiver in pleasure, I was painfully aware of my nakedness.

Hoping to even the odds slightly, I pulled your sweater over your head, revealing your chiselled upper body. This time it was my nails that made you shiver in pleasure as I dragged them down your chest. Eager for more I fumbled to undo the belt that held your pants securely in place. Pushing away my hands impatiently, you quickly discarded the rest of your clothes until we both stood there naked. 

"Are you sure?" Your voice held a note of desperation, and I wondered if I asked you to if you would even be able to stop. Luckily though, I had no intention of asking as my own desire burned out of control.

Instead of answering verbally I slowly shimmied down the length of your body, going down on my knees on the hard kitchen floor. Your look of utter amazement was definitely worth any of my discomfort though as I leaned forward and took you into my mouth.

Your manhood seemed like liquid fire within my mouth, igniting my passion even further as I pulled back slightly and began to lick the length of you, paying special attention to the tip of your erection. Once I had licked every inch of you, I once again took you into my mouth as my hands cupped your balls, massaging them gently. Revelling in the power of my touch as you grew even more in my mouth I began to suck harder, moving you in and out of my mouth – almost letting you fall completely out of my mouth before I once again took your full length. With one hand still cupping your balls, the other hand moved to cup your ass, letting my nails dig in firmly, as you moaned in mindless ecstasy.

Finally, unable to take any more, you forcibly pulled away, tearing yourself from my mouth. "Oh god, please, please, no more, I'm so close, I...mmmm..."

Taking my hands in yours you pulled me up until our bodies once again were pressed against each other. Arching forward I waited for you to fill me, but you stood poised inches away, holding me back so I couldn't thrust forward as your mouth latched onto my neck, biting me. Your teeth raked against my sensitive flesh as you devoured my flesh, marking me, claiming me.

Just when I was sure you were about to thrust into me, you dropped down to the floor until your mouth was directly over my womanhood. Gasping in surprise, I was unprepared as your teeth nibbled at me, rolling my sensitive nub with the help of your tongue. Teetering dangerously I grabbed hold of the countertop in a desperate effort to stay standing as my legs dissolved beneath me.

Your tongue thrust into me deeply, your hot breath searing my flesh, as you controlled my body masterfully. Your hands encircled my waist, pressing me against the counter and holding me up, instinctively aware of my failing ability to stand. Taking turns between your teeth and your tongue, playing with my clitoris and delving inside of me, I could feel my body nearing orgasm amazingly quickly. 

Moaning in mind-numbing pleasure, I futilely tried to push you back, to hold off until you were inside of me. Relentlessly you continued your sweet torture of my body, until I was screaming and whimpering, lost in rapture.

Shaking with passion I exploded against your mouth, relying completely on you to keep me standing as my world shattered and remade itself, with you at its centre. Panting for breath, I was still barely coherent when you gracefully stood up and effortlessly lifted me onto the edge of the counter, hanging over the edge just slightly.

Holding onto my waist, you eased me even further towards the edge of the table, until you were able to thrust inside of me. Still riding the aftershocks of pleasure, I mindlessly rocked against you, savouring the feeling of your body pounding into mine. Leaning into me you began to kiss me on the lips, slowing the pace of our bodies to match the gentle melding of our mouths. Drowning in the taste of each other, we both spiralled into oblivion, until your body erupted inside of mine in a wave of molten satisfaction, pushing my body over desire's edge a second time.

Time seemed to be holding it's breath, waiting for us to fully regain consciousness, as we stayed there, motionless, me sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, with your now flaccid penis still embedded within me. For a moment I could make believe that somehow this was "right" - that we belonged in each other's arms. 

Your velvet voice filled the silence, wrapping itself around me, "I, I know I shouldn't say this, I know it shouldn't even be possible, but I think I am..."

The shrill ring of the phone abruptly cut off whatever words you were about to say, causing us both to jump slightly, pulling you out of me completely. Cursing slightly, you moved even further away, crossing your arms in front of you, visibly erecting a barrier between us.

Whatever desire that had overtaken me had completely faded now, leaving me to berate myself for my weakness and stupidity. Crossing my arms over my naked breasts, which still heaved slightly with the last remnants of our tender sex (which I refused to call lovemaking on principle's sake), I too tried to distance myself from you.

As the answering machine beeped on, I was startled to hear an unfamiliar female voice say "Damian, pick up the phone, now."

I was even more startled when, without casting me even a glance, you quickly walked away to answer the phone. 



Willing Victim Ch. 04



Whatever desire that had overtaken me had completely faded now, leaving me to berate myself for my weakness and stupidity. Crossing my arms over my naked breasts, which still heaved slightly with the last remnants of our tender sex (which I refused to call lovemaking on principle's sake), I too tried to distance myself from you.

As the answering machine beeped on, I was startled to hear an unfamiliar female voice say, "Damian, pick up the phone, now."

I was even more startled when, without casting me even a glance, you quickly raced away to answer the phone.

Once again I was stuck trying to desperately understand a one-sided conversation as I numbly sat on the kitchen table, trying not to pay attention to my nakedness.

"Yes... Unchained... Of course ... Why?... No, I didn't mean to question you....Of course I wouldn't go against your orders...Fine...As you wish..." Your voice seemed completely different – somehow submissive, but more than anything you seemed upset and defensive. As you slowly placed the phone back in the base I was once again overcome by confusion. Although I now knew your name, I still knew nothing about you; why were you doing this, who were you talking to on the other end of the phone, and why did it seem as if I was missing some very integral part of this puzzle?

"So, your name is Damian." My words echoed in the silence, hanging heavily in the air as you slowly walked towards me. 

"Haven't you ever been taught that it's impolite to eavesdrop on someone else's conversation?" Your voice was filled with a dark, yet slightly teasing, menacing quality as you slowly stalked towards me.

Knowing that I was playing with fire, but was quickly running out of options, I shrugged casually and continued on, "Haven't you ever been told it's impolite to break into people's houses and...use their phones. Who was that?"

Having crossed the room until you now stood directly in front of me, purposely invading any illusion of personal space, you pressed yourself against the counter and slowly took a handful of my hair, wrapped it around your fist, and pulled my head backwards.

"That was the Devil. Now, don't ask me any more questions. I can't answer them anyway, and if you continue to speak I will have to reprimand you." The dark velvet voice was back completely, reminding me of your past violence.

For once caution won out over curiosity and I remained silent, biting my lips to remain so, although my head was still upturned in a questioning way that had nothing to do with your fist knotted in my hair and my eyes blazed with haughty determination. Seemingly satisfied with my silence you let the issue die, instead pulling my legs around your waist with your free hand. With barely even a moment's hesitation, I willingly finished wrapping my legs around your waist, and allowed you to guide my arms around your neck, clearly feeling the corded muscles beneath my hands. Your lips descended onto mine, leaving me breathless with their abilities, as you lifted me off the counter and began to carry me.

The feel of my naked flesh clinging to you as your muscles moved, carrying me to the bedroom, made my whole body hot and wet with desire, making me forget about my soreness. One hand wrapped around the back of my neck, took a handful of hair, and forced my head backwards, exposing my already bruised throat. Your teeth fastened to my neck and your hands seemed to completely cover my body, being everywhere at once, as you lowered me down onto the bed.

My whole body thrummed with need as your hands, teeth and tongue expertly awakened my body, making me writhe under you in mindless pleasure until all I could do was whimper with need. My breathe caught in my throat as I felt you plunge into me without warning, the harsh abuse of the past few nights suddenly clearly remembered.

You must have felt me tense, because you stopped immediately, "Oh god, you're still sore aren't you?!"

With amazing alacrity you began to pull out of me, until I grabbed your ass and tried to hold you against me. "Wait...I...it's not that bad, just be gentle, okay?"

Even as I said it, I realised the words were true, somehow I seemed to already be almost completely healed, despite having been ripped open only scant hours ago. The cut on my lip from when you hit me was the only thing that still actually hurt, and at certain moments, like this, the pain could almost be forgotten.

"Mmm...I wish I could be gentle, but when you look at me like that, I can barely restrain myself." Your words were ground out between clenched teeth as I felt your body tremble within me. 

Before I could reply in any way I felt you strain to the side, leaning slightly off the bed until you almost fell out of me. When you finally were fully back on the bed I realised what you had retrieved – the red silk tie that you had used on me that very first night. 

My heart raced in sudden fear, making my whole body tighten – which inadvertently made me squeeze you, pulling you slightly deeper into me with the pressure and movement. 

"Shh...this way I won't see your eyes...your gloriously passionate eyes..." As you spoke you gently tied the cloth over my eyes, feathering kisses over my face. I knew that even if I disagreed you wouldn't stop, and I wasn't sure I disagreed, so against my better judgement I let you blindfold me.

True to your word you gently brought me nearer and nearer to climax. Lost in the darkness I was reminded of the first night. I knew for sure I was lost when I felt you feather kisses across the side of my face, making me feel somehow cherished.

"Oh May, this is just like the first night. Just like how it Should be." Your voice was a hushed whisper, filled with reverence as you nibbled on my lower lip. I barely was able to nod my head in agreement as you continued to worship my body with your tender touches.

I felt the slide of soft rope brush against my wrist as you whispered in my ear, "Please, I know I don't need to, and if you don't want me to I won't, but please, can I? I want it to be like the other night – I want this to be perfect again."

Straining to form a coherent thought, I realised that being blindfolded and bound wasn't exactly my idea of perfect. Unfortunately, the thought disappeared as your mouth fastened against my sensitive nipple. After binding my wrists you restrained my ankles. Then your mouth slowly worked its way up my leg, from the inside of my ankle, to my calf, your teeth grazing the ticklish flesh on the inside of my knee, before your tongue began to lap its way up my inner thigh. A tiny prick of pain marred the moment for only a second, before it was forgotten as your teeth teasingly grazed my sensitive nub.

Squirming under your torturously tender ministrations, I let myself be completely seduced by you. Knowing that I had already passed the point of no return I felt my mind completely shut down and let myself be overcome with desire, losing myself in physical sensations and primal urges. The first orgasm built in waves as you teased and taunted me, driving both of us to the point of insanity as we fed our desire. When finally the orgasm burst upon us both I was reduced to nothing more than an extension of your body, one entity shattering and reforming itself. As my mind shut down completely and I fought to remember to breathe, I realised that reality was a hazy dream, lost to the feel of your body.

Even after the orgasm, we both pushed against each other, using the wet friction of our bodies to rekindle the moment. With amazing celerity you begin to swell within me once again. Every sense I had was overwhelmed by you - oversensitive to the perfect moment that we were trying desperately to recreate.

For a moment I thought I heard a noise, but the thought was forgotten as your teeth suddenly fastened onto my throat, making me whimper in pleasure and pain.

"Do you want me to bite you May? If you don't, I can stop." Your words made a parody of the question as you drew yourself slightly out of me, showing even a blind person what a stop of any sort would mean.

"Answer yes or no - all or nothing..." Gently you nibbled at my neck, working up towards my ear lobe, your teeth barely grazing my flesh as you waited for my response. Although I knew technically I was being given a choice, it barely seemed like one when you began to grind against me, making me quiver with desire.

"Yes, oh god yes." My voice was barely a whisper, filled with desperate need and a trace of self-loathing for being so consumed by my desires.

My startled scream shattered the stillness of the room as your teeth sank into my neck, ripping into my flesh until I was sure you must have punctured skin. As your teeth let go of their death grip I was left gasping for breath, trying to not focus on the pain. 

"Are you still sure you want to say yes?" Your voice gave me one last chance to back out, to tell you to stop. For some reason, I think if I said no, you actually would stop. Knowing that I was still sore from the rough sex from before, and that I didn't enjoy being blindfolded and bound, let alone being bit quite that hard, I was just about to tell you no when I felt you slide down the length of my body. As I felt you bury your face between my legs, I knew all chances of me being able to speak, let alone say no, had just vanished.

You took me with near schizophrenic zeal, at one moment ruthlessly plundering my body and the next tenderly worshipping it. Once again astounded by your sexual prowess, I rode wave after wave of pleasure, content to lose myself to your talented body as it miraculously exploded into me over and over again. It felt like decades later when you collapsed beside me, completely spent. Realising that at some point during the night (or was that day, I couldn't seem to recall any longer) one of my hands had become free, I used it to blindly search out the side of your face.

Any movement I was about to make came to a startling stand-still as someone's applause rang out from near the doorway. With sudden fear I went to tear the blindfold away from my eyes to see who was there, only to be stopped by your frantic dive for my hand.

"Don't. Trust me, you do not want to see that person's face – ever." Your voice was filled with a defeated sort of resignation and fear, as well as what seemed to be loathing as you coldly emphasised the words "that person's."

Not quite sure what to do, and still suffering from exhaustion and shock, I dumbly let you tie my free hand back to the bed. I didn't even protest when I felt you get off the bed. It wasn't until suddenly I felt an unfamiliar bejewelled hand caress the side of my face did I jump and realise once again how much I hated to be blind and immobile.

"Are you sure you don't want to share her? I bet I could break her twice as fast as you are..." A voice like broken glass grated over my nerves, the words barely as disturbing as her obviously faked dulcet tones.

"I told you before to leave her alone, I don't share well. If you want to talk to me, I'll meet you in the kitchen." Your voice was too filled with emotions for me to figure them out, especially since I had only known you such a short period of time.

"I'm sorry May. I had to, I swear. I hope you can understand, the drugs will wear off soon, I promise. I have to go talk to her, I'll be back later." Your voice became quieter as you moved out of the room, softly shutting the door behind you, barely giving me a chance to process what you were saying before you were gone.

In the absolute blackness created by the blindfold my mind reeled at what you said. When did you drug me? Why did you have to? Who was that woman? I had more questions than answers, and the questions just kept multiplying. As my mind fought to wrap itself around the questions I heard the door squeak slightly as it opened. Holding my breath, straining to hear another sound, to hopefully hear your voice, I was completely unprepared when a wad of silk cloth was harshly shoved in my mouth.

Fighting against the ties, against what must be the woman from earlier, I fought to spit out the gag or to get either of my hands free again. The cloth was removed only long enough for something to be shoved violently down my throat, causing me to choke on its length. In shock I realised I had a huge plastic dildo shoved down my throat.

"Either you can have this down your throat and me inside of you, or you can have the cloth in your throat and this inside of you, the choice is yours." A distinctly male voice whispered against the side of my face, his breath reeking of cigarettes.

"Now if you stop struggling I will put the gag back in, otherwise I will put myself in. Once again, the choice is yours." To emphasise his point he suddenly put his body against mine, letting me feel his manhood pressing against his jeans, seemingly begging to enter my naked body.

Something about his voice made me truly afraid, making me suddenly realise that despite feeling scared, I had never felt this bone-chilling fear with you. That realisation alone made me become completely still. Surprisingly true to his word he pulled the dildo out, barely giving me time to gasp for a clean breath before shoving the cloth inside my mouth.

"Now if this falls out at any time, for any reason, I will presume you want me to fully fuck you. But, until then..." He finished the sentence by thrusting the fake cock into me, despite the fact that I was almost completely dry.

My gasp of pain was rewarded by a resounding smack across the face. 

"Silence! Or else..." 

His words filled me with terror, and despite the pain as he thrust the dildo into me, I knew I would regret if I made a single sound. As the dildo pushed into me over and over again, I felt my body betray me, becoming wet at its invasion.

I knew something was seriously wrong as I realised I was straining Not to arch my hips against the disgusting plastic that was being shoved inside of me. Remembering your words from earlier, "I hope you can understand, the drugs will wear off soon..." the last few hours suddenly made sense. You had given me some sort of drug. Some sort of drug that made me want you, and now made me physically enjoy this. Shuddering in revulsion at what you did, even as my body betrayed me, I knew my situation was even worse than I originally believed. 

He continued shoving the dildo into me at a faster and faster pace, until my body truly betrayed me by arching up into it.

"You will be completely silent and Completely Still unless I order you to be otherwise, or else!" His anger was apparent as he viciously drove the dildo even deeper into me, ripping me open. I bit my lip through the gag to stop from crying out as he mercilessly pummelled my body.

With a disgusting slurping noise he pulled the thing out of me, and I had a moment to wonder where you were, why you weren't saving me, before his breath assaulted my face, warning me that he was about to speak.

"Now once again you have two choices - be a good little whore and suck me off, or I will explode inside your pussy before I take you from behind, then let the rest of my men take you however they please. Nod once for sucking me off, or stay still if you want me to do anything and everything else to you." I could clearly hear the tinges of insanity in his voice, in the strange emphasis he put into the words, not to mention the words themselves.

Quickly deciding the lesser of two evils, I reluctantly nodded my head as I felt tears burn my cheeks through the blindfold. Without a moments hesitation, the gag was removed and I felt his fingers push into the corner of my mouth, forcing it open, quickly followed by his swollen manhood. Like the rest of his body there was an unpleasant stench to it, and I began to choke as he rammed it down my throat over and over again. Uncaringly he kept jack hammering into my mouth, luckily exploding very quickly.

"No! You bastard!!!" Your enraged scream filled the room just as he exploded, filling my mouth with his sperm.

"Hold him still for God's sake."

"I'm trying! Guys, help me out here!"

"Fuck!"

"Someone get him!"

A slew of voices blended together as I choked on his sperm, coughing it up as he pulled out of my mouth. Blind to what was going on, I tried desperately to hear what was happening, praying to gods I didn't believe in that you would save me.

The sounds blended into the cacophony of men fighting until the sickeningly wet sound of flesh and bone hitting something solid silenced everything. Knowing instinctively by the silence that you were unconscious, if not dead, I tried desperately not to panic.

"He still has a pulse." Another strange voice.

"Hopefully he'll survive. All of you, leave now. I will meet you at the vehicles in a moment." The woman's voice left no room for argument, clearly showing me that she was fully in charge.

"As for you..." The blindfold slowly was taken off, revealing blood-red, perfectly manicured, nails attached to a beautiful woman. It was only if you looked at her eyes that her beauty fell away, making me understand why you had called her the Devil.

Breaking eye contact with her I looked away to see you sprawled on the ground, a small pool of blood congealing on the carpet near your head. Gasping with renewed fear I tried to inconspicuously test how well the ties were around my arms and legs.

"Don't worry, he'll wake up...hopefully." Despite her cold eyes, there almost seemed to be some sort of genuine sorrow in her as she gracefully stood up from the bed and knelt by your side, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. 

"You see I never intended for him to be hurt, he just had to be taught a lesson. He's been a very naughty little boy. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Has he even told you the plan for you yet?"

Without waiting for a response she continued on, "You poor thing. I guess you don't even know that Damian works for me, do you?"

My mind reeled at what she was saying. Although I knew you sure as hell weren't a saint, I couldn't imagine you working for this she-bitch.

"Which means, well I don't know if I should tell you this and ruin the surprise..." Her voice dripped with sadistic glee as she paused slightly before continuing, "...Oh fine, I'll tell you, but only because you look so helplessly perfect laying there."

A single blood-red nail trailed across my wounded bottom lip, becoming covered in blood, making me shiver with the effort it took not to bite it, before she sucked the blood, a disturbingly rapturous smile on her face.

"Dearest Damian is one of my collectors. He finds people who will not be missed and collects them for me. And you, little girl, are a nobody who will not be missed. He's actually one of my best...employees. But I guess you already have tasted some of his talents, haven't you?"

Her hand curled around my neck, slightly applying pressure, as she kept talking, "Anyway, once he has acquired you, he has one week, two at the most, to break you, train you, and give you to me permanently."

The silence in the room was deafening as I tried to comprehend the meaning of her words. Before the true impact of what had just been said could hit me, she kept speaking, each word amplifying my already mind-numbing fear.

"Well I won't bore you with the details, but if he wakes up tell him not to make anymore phone calls, unless they are to me. And if he doesn't wake up, well...I'll be back in a week or two, try to stay alive until then. Chow." With those final words she casually stood up and left the room, leaving me tied to the bed as your head continued to bleed, creating a growing stain on the floor. 



Willing Victim Ch. 05



* Although the first four chapters of this novel are considered non-consent/reluctance, which will be the main sexual actions occurring in this whole novel, this chapter itself does not contain any actual nonconsentual sex.* Hope you enjoy...

"Well, I won't bore you with the details, but if he wakes up tell him not to make anymore phone calls, unless they are to me. And if he doesn't wake up, well…I'll be back in a week or two, try to stay alive until then. Chow." With those final words she casually stood up and left the room, leaving me tied to the bed as your head continued to bleed, creating a growing stain on the floor.

Anger and terror warred within me as I lay there, helpless. Slowly, with fierce determination, I tried to pull my wrists free of the ties, until I could feel them become slick with blood. Swallowing any pain I continued to work at my wrists, trying desperately not to look at your prone body. I tried not to let myself wonder if you were dead or alive, mainly because I couldn't decide which I would prefer, and what the significance of either decision was.

I lost track of time as I struggled, slowly tearing away my flesh until my wrists could slide out of their restraints. When finally my left hand pulled free, leaving pieces of flesh behind on the ties, I sat for a little while, stunned, my mind momentarily unable to process the fact that I was finally free. It wasn't until I untied my right hand and looked at the raw meat that was once both of my wrists that I realised I only should have worked on getting one free, so that the other wouldn't be injured. Of course, hindsight is always 20-20 and I never was all that good at planning ahead.

After trying unsuccessfully to stand numerous times, I finally allowed my legs to submit to the pain shooting through them from being still so long and sank to the ground beside the bed. Unsure where else to go, what else to do, I crawled on my hands and knees towards you. My legs became cold, damp and sticky as I crawled through the blood that had was congealing in various places around you. Ignoring the gash on your upper thigh that looked like it had just recently stopped bleeding, as well as the patchwork of bruises that covered you like a shirt, I moved forward until I was able to gently cradle your head in my hands. 

Fighting to steady my breath, I felt your skull, fervently praying that whatever head wounds you received had already stopped bleeding. For the first time in what seemed like forever the gods heard my prayer and I felt my hands skim over a mass of clotted blood near the base of your skull. Then I realised that stopping bleeding was not necessarily always a good thing... Unconsciously holding my breath I let my hand rest against the side of your neck, trying to feel for a pulse. Unable to find one I began to press my hand against your neck, desperate to find one. I had to stifle a gasp as you moaned against my hand, your throat vibrating softly, making the search for a pulse redundant (as well as making it obvious how useless I was at checking for signs of life).

I knew I had to escape, but my consciousness made me wonder if, despite everything, I could mercilessly leave you here to die. God, I knew it was foolish, but caressing the few strands of your hair that weren't matted with blood, and seeing the bruises that covered your whole upper body, not to mention the slash on your thigh and various other abrasions, I knew my answer.

Without a second thought I quickly went to the bathroom and soaked some towels in warm water, filled up a small pail of water, and grabbed all the medical supplies I could find. I didn't even consciously realise that I was once again able to walk as the adrenaline poured through my body. As an afterthought I rinsed my tattered wrists, hoping they wouldn't become infected - god knew I had enough problems already in my life.

With a patience I didn't know I possessed I slowly and carefully pulled you further into the bedroom and away from the coagulated blood. I then rinsed the blood from your hair and cleaned it and your head wound as best as I could, trying not to allow myself to get sidetracked as I felt its silky thickness. After rinsing a few blood splatters from your face, I was unable to stop myself from lowering the cloth to your lips, watching as the water moistened them. You made a small sound in the back of your throat, but whether it was from pain, enjoyment, or delirium of some sort, I had no idea.With military precision I washed down your chest and arms and began washing your legs.

As I neared the wound on your upper thigh I slowed down almost completely. With a feather-like touch I brushed the cloth against your leg, afraid to reopen the wound. I was so focused on your leg that I gasped in shock when I felt your hand encircle my wrist just above where the flesh was torn.

"May..." Your voice was barely a rasp of sound whispering from your throat as your hand continued to lightly grasp my upper wrist.

Unsure what to say I fumbled for words in my mind. Just when I was about to speak I felt your grip begin to lessen and your hand fall away before your eyes slowly slipped shut again. All my concentration from before was gone though, leaving my hands shaking as I hurridly finished cleaning your wounds. Only seconds after I was finished, utterly exhausted, I collapsed into unconsciousness on the floor beside you, barely able to push the towels out of the way before sleep claimed me. 

The feeling of your hand softly stroking the side of my face slowly roused me from my slumber. Opening my eyes I was immediately confronted with your face, mere inches from mine. 

"Thank you." Your voice was filled with emotion as you whispered those two words.

Unsure what to say, still struggling to wake up, I tried not to enjoy the feeling of your hand as it moved from caressing my face to tracing sinuously abstract shapes across my ear lobe and down my neck.

"No one has ever done that for me before...Why...why didn't you just leave?" I could hear the amazement and the confusion in your voice as you tried to understand.

Unsure what to say I fell back on a half-truth, "I didn't have the strength or the energy to leave." 

Even as I said the words I knew they weren't true and I felt compelled to continue, "and I...I just couldn't leave you. After what they had done to you, I wasn't sure if you'd...that is, I...You needed my help." 

I wasn't sure how you would react to my words, to the fact that I had witnessed your weakness, but I was completely shocked when you leaned the distance between us to lay a gentle kiss upon my forehead.

"This is nothing compared to the millions of things She has done to me in the past, but never, in all the years since I have become hers, has anyone Ever tried to help me...Thank you." Once again I was at a loss to decipher the emotions that filled your voice, but your words made me wonder if maybe, hopefully, something had changed between us.

As soon as I realised what I was thinking I began to wonder was there an "us"? Could we somehow be together? And, even more importantly, did I even want to consider that? I still wasn't sure I could trust you, and the more I thought about it, the less I wanted you fully recovered and in complete control again, but I wasn't sure exactly what the hell it was I actually did want. Even that wasn't true though, because my body kept betraying me, and whispering to my mind that all I wanted was you, in any and every way possible. At least, I hoped it was my body doing the whispering, because if it was my heart, I knew I was doomed as well as stupid.

Your breath feathered across my cheeck, slowly aiming for my mouth, giving me plenty of time to turn away before your lips tenderly pressed against mine. Your tongue began by languidly tracing circles across my lips, giving me the choice to deny or consent to its invasion. I swallowed your tongue, foolishly welcoming its seige. My hands snaked around your neck as the kiss deepened, twining in your hair as I held you against me.

"Yesss...." Your voice was muffled against my mouth, causing me to reluctantly pull back to figure out what you said.

"Yes, oh please yes..." Your head tugged against my hands slightly, pulling away from them as you tried to get closer to my lips again. Immediately I heard your breath catch in your throat.

Momentarily unaware of your sudden pain, I began to kiss you again until I finally realised what I was doing. My hands let go of your hair immediately as if their flesh was being eaten away by acid.

"Oh my god, are you all right? I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, here let me check your wound." My words rushed together in one breath, but before I could lean behind you to see if I had reopened the wound on your head, you had taken hold of both of my arms, effectively seizing my attention.

"Don't stop, please. I...trust me, I like it rough. You can't do anything to me that I won't enjoy, as long as you Please don't stop..." Your words were like a fevered confession whispered between us, but before I could fully finish processing what you had said your lips were pressed against mine, this time much more forcefully.

Your hands branded me, igniting a fire in me as they seemed to touch everywhere at once, masterfully coaxing reactions from my body. When your hands grabbbed mine and pushed them into your hair, I didn't even think twice before I followed your unspoken demand.

Pulling your head to the side, I began to bite your neck, my teeth marking you as my own as I became caught up in our mutual desire. I watched your eyes slowly drift shut, consumed by pleasure, or so I thought, as I continued to mark you. When finally I left your neck to kiss you once more, I was surprised to find your mouth completly unresponsive. Pulling back slightly and running a hand down the side of your face, I was shocked to find that you had fallen asleep, or possibly lost consciousness. 

Once again I placed my hand against your throat in a panicked attempt to measure your heart rate. It would be just my luck if you died while we were making out! Not completely incompetent, this time I managed after only a few seconds to feel the beat of your heart beneath my hand. Its strong and steady rhythm helped to reassure me that you were okay, just more tired from your wounds than either of us realised.

After your sudden slip into la la land I desperately was craving a hot bath. Quietly I tiptoed out of the room, making sure I didn't disturb you. After a minute or two of debating, I finally decided to use the vanilla bubble bath instead of the lavender and chamomile. Despite the latter's relaxing properties, the comfort that I always felt whenever I smelt vanilla strongly outweighed any other choices. Plus, although I always found it a sensual smell ever since I read those Laurell Hamilton novels vanilla has been a major turn on for me. As the water was still filling I slowly lowered one foot into the tub, gasping at its heat. Ever since childhood I had preferred nearly scaldingly hot baths – the type where your skin turned red and you became lightheaded from the heat.

The water stung my flesh in what seemed like hundreds of places as it came into contact with the broken and bruised skin that covered my body. I held my wrists above the water, not quite ready for them to come alive with pain when the water touched them. It wasn't until the tub was almost half-full that I allowed my wrists to touch the water as I slid down the tub, towards the faucet. Gasping at the pain, I quickly slid all the way towards the faucet, planting my feet on the floor of the tub as I began to do a back bridge in the water.

As my body arched upwards the scorchingly hot water began to splash against my inner thighs. Immediately I sucked in my breath, the heat of the water nearly painful as I continued to arch upwards, bending my body backwards. I placed my feet on the side of the tub for better support, allowing the water began to pour down my inner thighs, running towards much more sensative flesh. Breathing deeply I arched all the way up, gasping in pleasure as the water poured into me.

My body shook with effort as I tried to hold still and simply enjoy the sensations of the water filling me, pouring over me, making me burn from the inside out. Balancing my weight carefully I brought one hand to touch myself, at first brushing it softly against the hairs that were just starting to grow back. Impatient with desire as the water continued to pound my flesh my hand began to stroke my clit, rubbing it with nearly frenzied motions as my hips began to thrust against the water.

I felt tremors begin to echo through my body, causing me to begin shaking. For some reason it was always like this in water, completely unlike when I masturbated normally or when I was having sex with someone. Maybe it was because of the awkwardness of my position, or because of the heat of the water, or hell, maybe it just was. The reason why no longer mattered as my body began to shake uncontrollably, almost causing my feet to slip. I wrapped my feet around the faucet, oblivious to its heat as I struggled to keep myself under the water despite my lack of balance and the tremors that were now causing my whole body to shiver.

Even as I fought to keep my hand stroking myself, my ability to do anything beyond breathing was gone, and even breathing was questionable as I lay panting, shuddering, and whimpering in overwhelming pleasure. My hand had long stopped moving as I squirmed against the water, fighting not to move out of the way as I shook violently with pleasure. Just when I thought I could take no more and was about to move, my own body exploded, shooting forth its own burst of liquid to join with that water that overfilled me.

My whole body felt as liquid as the water as the shaking receded until it was once again just small tremors that rocked my body. Bonelessly I unwrapped my legs from the faucet, using my foot to shut off the waterflow. Ignoring the nearly overflowing tub, I began to slowly sink underwater, completely content.

"Wow...if I had known you'd enjoy a bath so much, I would have encouraged you to take one sooner." Your softly spoken words completely shattered the dream world I was begin to absorb myself in. 

Unreasonably self-conscious I crossed my arms and legs, trying to hide myself from your view as I ignored the delicous laughter that filled your voice at your teasingly gentle words. Looking at you carefully, your body leaning heavily against the wall, I was worried you were about to fall over. Any defensive or caustic remarks I was about to make died before they were fully formed as I began to worry about you.

"How come you're up? Are you okay?..." I let my voice trail off, hoping that you were all right and trying not to think of what you had just witnessed. After everything that had already transpired between us, this was minor in the grand scheme of things.

"I...you weren't beside me when I woke up...I...I thought maybe we weren't alone again and...I had to make sure you were okay...so yeah..." You refused to make eye contact with me as spoke, making me realise how much it cost you to admit that.

I had already known in some warped way you cared for me, but somehow, this little bit of true caring seemed to make it all real. Suddenly no longer concerned I let my hands slip from where they were covering myself, no longer wanting to hide myself from you.

Your hungry smile was the first indication you approved of the view, the second was when you began to walk into the room. I could tell that you were fighting not to use the wall to support yourself, but once again I underestimated your injuries until you stumbled, nearly hitting your head on the ledge by the sink.

Within seconds I was beside you, my naked soaking wet body slipping against yours as I brought your arm up around my shoulder, while my other hand wrapped around your waist trying to support as much of your weight as possible.

"I'm fine, you don't have to do that, I just tripped." Your feeble attempts at being macho were wasted on me as I helped you walk towards the bath.

Leaning almost fully on me you stripped off the boxers that you had gotten from who knows where, then began to put your foot in the water. With a tiny little screech you jerked backwards, pulling your foot from the water and nearly causing both of us to topple over.

"Holy shit, are you trying to burn yourself alive?!? That's fucking Hot!" Your voice echoed off the bathroom walls.

"Yeesh, who would have guessed you're such a suck?" My voice held a teasing note as I calmly drained some of the water, refilling it with ice water to make it more bearable for you.

Once again using me to steady yourself you slowly put the tip of your toe into the water to test it. Despite the fact that your caution made me i immediately have to stiffle my laughter as best as I could, I was still rewarded with a dirty look as you finally got into the tub. If I hadn't been trying so hard not to laugh I would have been miffed that you didn't realise how hard I was trying not to offend you, but I still was battling laughter as I debated where I should sit.

Although I had a slightly larger-than-average size bath, it still wasn't quite big enough for both of us. Whoever designed this "two-person" tub must have been thinking about two tiny women together I thought wryly as I finally decided to sit behind you so that you'd be inbetween my legs. I thought at first you'd complain at the position, but when you just held out your arm to support me I gracefully slid into the tub, managing not to hurt you or my wrists as I wriggled into a comfortable position.

As soon as I was comfortable there seemed to be an awkward pause as both of us sat quietly, then you slowly leaned backwards into my chest, cuddling up against me and dispelling any tension that had been forming. Without thinking about it my hands naturally began to massage the muscles in your upper back and neck, drawing any stress out of your body. Slowly you began to relax more and more against me, until your weight was fully against me. Wrapping my arms around you I lightly hugged you from behind, trying not to admit to myself that I was truly clinging to you for support. Luckily you must have sensed my emotions, because you kissed my shoulder lightly as you leaned your head against it and wrapped one arm upwards, partially hugging me back.

"It'll all be okay. Everything will work out fine..." Despite how reassuring the words themselves were, I could tell instinctively that you didn't believe them.

"I know." Maybe just saying the words would make them come true? 

I was happy you were in front of me, unable to see, as I silently began to cry, knowing that we were both doomed. More for my own comfort than yours, I once again began to gently massage your back, this time allowing my hands to just barely touch your flesh as they glided over you. It wasn't until my hands began to get sore and my mind was in knots that I finally stopped. I was relieved when whispering your name confirmed what your deep breathing had suggested – once again you had fallen asleep.

Sighing heavily I leaned against the back wall as my hands absently stroked your back in your sleep. Even though I tried not to let it, the real world heavily weighed upon my mind as I began to trace the lines of your bruises, playing connect the dots with your discoloured flesh. After trying for awhile to lose myself in the feel of you beneath my hands, I finally gave up and admitted to myself what I had known all along, that we were not in a good situation. 

The last hour or so in the bath though had helped me to mentally confirm what had to be done. I knew we somehow had to escape, because at some point in the past week I realised I had grown attached to you and I wasn't sticking around to see what she planned for me and there was no way in hell I was going to leave you to Her not so tender mercies. All I had to do was decide for sure if I could trust you, convince you to come with me, manage to get both of us away (alive of course), and if at all possible figure out a way so She wouldn't ever bother us again. But really, how hard could that be, right? 




Willing Victim Ch. 05



I figured while I was doing those few things I may as well try to create world peace and end world hunger. My last thought before I too fell asleep in the quickly cooling waters, your body held protectively against mine, was that the last two things on my list would probably be the easiest...