Dream Job

Part 3

Once again, it was only a couple of minutes before Ethan got up. He summarily untied me. "I'll see you tomorrow," was all he said before leaving. All my joints were so stiff that it was all I could do to lower my arms and sit down on the bed. As soon as I did, I jumped up with a squeal, then a groan as my muscles protested the quick movement. He'd left the dildo thingy in me. It had made its presence known when I sat on it. I reached behind me to remove it, but paused. I had no idea if there were cameras hidden around the room (it seemed likely), and Ethan hadn't said I could take it out. My whole ass was burning, even places inside me that I hadn't known about before, but I didn't want to anger him again. If I was going to last 6 months, I'd better start making an effort.

All I wanted to do was lie down and sleep, but I felt so disgusting from all the sweat all over, as well as his fluid which were still dripping down my legs, that I decided to take a bath. I walked across to the bathroom. Each movement made the stick in my rear shift a little, which caused echoes of discomfort to travel through my body. I had to go slowly, carefully moving each leg. It wasn't only my ass that hurt, my whole back still burned, and my breasts were so sensitive that I was dreading even the gentle weight of water on them. My nipples were swollen to twice their normal size, and the skin around them was still an angry red.

For some reason, I suddenly thought of what my former classmates and my sister would think if they could see me right now. Before I could blush from the imagined mortification, I began to lecture myself sternly. If I was going to last 6 months (this was beginning to sound like a mantra), I had to forget the world outside this house. None of it mattered. All that should concern me was pleasing Ethan. He was my only ticket out. Treat him right, hopefully he'd treat me right, and I'd get out of this without losing too much pride.

I started the water, and as I rose from kneeling I saw a few things at the side of the tub that made me freeze. I had seen them before, but hadn't realized what it meant. Bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and various bath oils lined the shelf, and they were all the same brand that I'd been using for about a year. He had somehow gotten into my apartment and seen all my personal preferences, before he had even made the proposition to me. How had he known me so well, to be so confident of my answer? It was scary to think that an almost perfect stranger (he had been at the time, after the last few hours I could hardly call him that now) knew how I would respond to a situation before I knew it myself.

I thought about this for most of the night. I had my bath, and took extra care in washing all over. I wanted to linger in the warm water, but couldn't get comfortable with the plug in my ass. I shaved everywhere, to make sure there would be no stubble tomorrow. I took extra care with my hair, blow drying it and putting it up in a French braid so that, if he came in early tomorrow morning, my hair wouldn't be a huge mess.

After I'd done all the primping I could think of without feeling ridiculous, I went back in the main room and gingerly sat on the edge of the bed. I didn't normally go to bed this early- I was guessing that it was around 10:00 p.m. or so- but I was utterly exhausted. I pulled the covers back and lay down. There was only a single blanket above the sheets, and I had to tuck my limbs in as much as possible to get warm enough to sleep.

I woke up disoriented. I was on my side, looking at a strange wall unit, and jerked myself into a sitting position. The stabbing pain that the movement caused in my rear was enough to wake me up fully and remind me what was going on. As soon as I stood up, though, the pain disappeared to leave a dull feeling of fullness behind. I really couldn't wait for him to get here and take it out.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and touched up my hair quickly. I spent more time putting makeup on, wanting to look as good as possible. Maybe, I was thinking, if I kept myself attractive and listened to his every word, there wouldn't be any more 'punishments.' There was a bottle of perfume on the side of the counter, but not the kind I usually used. I sniffed it. I could tell it was more expensive, but it was a little too floral and sweet for my tastes. I put the cap on and pushed it back, then went into the bedroom to wait.

And wait. I had no way of telling time, but after what seemed to be an hour or so I started getting edgy. He was coming down in the morning, wasn't he? I tried to remember exactly what Ethan had said last night. Then I had another thought- I'd gone to bed earlier than usual, and had no way of knowing how long I'd slept. For all I knew, I'd only dozed for a couple hours, and it was still the middle of the night. I never realized how much I depended on knowing the time, or at the very least having access to sunlight. I felt helpless- I didn't know if I should bother going back to bed, or continue pacing around and waiting. I decided to explore the room to fill the time. I tried to look in a couple cupboards, but they were locked. Well, so much for that idea. Back to pacing.

An interminable time later, in which I had mentally recited every single song I'd ever memorized, I finally heard the faint sound of someone coming down the stairs outside. I assumed the required pose and tried to calm my breathing as the door opened. Ethan walked in holding a bowl in one hand, which he placed on a shelf close by. For at least a minute, he just looked at me. I felt uncomfortable holding his gaze, so I focused on the ground in front of my knees. When he finally spoke, I almost sighed in relief; I had been afraid I was forgetting something.

"Kneel forward so that your head touches the ground." I did so, gratefully. Anything, even kneeling with my ass in the air, was worth losing the butt plug. Ethan moved behind me and reached down. I felt him touch my sore ass and inspect the skin around it, but to my horror he didn't remove the dildo. He made a small noise of satisfaction, then stood up and stepped away.

"Um, Sir?" I started, trying to sound as docile as possible, but he interrupted me.

"You do not have permission to speak, unless I ask you a direct question."

That made it more difficult. I tried to catch his eye, looking as miserable as possible, but he just seemed faintly amused at my effort.

"You didn't make the bed." Oops. I was about to apologize, but realized I couldn't speak because he hadn't asked it a question, he'd announced it like a statement. I just crouched there, cowering away from my anticipated punishment for leaving the bed in a mess. Ethan didn't come towards me though. He just barked his next command. "Make it now. I expect this room to always be spotless."

I got up as quickly as I could, trying to surreptitiously stretch my back as I did so. I straightened the covers and pillows as quickly as possible, then knelt before him once again. He must have been pleased with the job, because he placed the bowl down in front of me. Before I could ask, he told me to eat it. I did, with a bit more difficulty than I had the night before. This time it was plain oatmeal, lukewarm and starting to congeal. I was hungry though, and ate it all. I tried to make it last, because I was afraid of what might be coming after the meal.

I needn't have worried. When I looked up from my empty bowl, the room was empty. I looked over to the bathroom, but Ethan wasn't there either. I remained in position for a few minutes, unsure if he was about to come back or not. When I finally got up, I made as little noise as possible so that I'd hear him coming back and could run back to the door. I rinsed the bowl out in the sink and put it back on the shelf by the entrance. I couldn't decide how exactly I was feeling. I was thrilled to have avoided another session like that night's- I didn't think my abused cunt could take another pounding. But I was also confused. I'd been braced mentally and physically for something that hadn't happened, and now I felt vaguely left out, which made no sense at all. You're happy . I told myself firmly. You must have please him enough last night. Maybe he had to get to the office early. Enjoy your respite. But I was still unsettled.

It didn't get better. All morning (all I could go by was my internal clock, and it just felt morning-y) I paced back and forth, tried to do a few sit ups (but gave up quickly), took another bath, and tried to pass the time. When I finally heard footsteps, my heart jumped (in fear, I decided. Definitely not in excitement). I was in position in 2 seconds flat. But this visit seemed a repeat of the earlier one. He came in, inspected my ass, left a plate on the floor, and told me to eat before leaving. Well, I ate (a sandwich, with some bland spread on it, and a bottle of orange juice with a straw in it), but I was more confused than ever. And I was getting frantic to get the plug out of my ass. The constant chafing was irritating me to the point that I would have submitted to anything to have it removed. I was afraid that I'd have to shit soon, too, which would make things horribly complicated.

When he came in the evening, I was ready to scream from boredom. A flash of humour in Ethan's eyes when he saw me made me think he knew exactly how I was feeling. There wasn't anything in his voice, when he told me to bend over, to indicate it though. To my extreme relief, he finally took out the dildo. The widest part was just within my sphincter, so it HURT when he pulled it through. I couldn't keep back a grunt of pain. Ethan ignored me and just pulled it out quickly, but- just to be sadistic, I'm sure- pushed it back in and out of my raw-feeling ass a few times. Finally he stopped, went to the bathroom and tossed it in the sink. I grimaced, guessing it would be my job to clean it. Just like before, he left after giving me my meal, taking the plate from lunch with him.

I just sat there, after he left. What was going on? I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to pay 30 grand to put me in a cage and watch me occasionally. The intense fear I'd felt for him previously was fading, and being replaced by puzzlement. Last night's rape seemed very far away and hard to remember. Almost unreal. I ran my hand over my ass cheeks, feeling the slight welts that remained. When I looked down, I saw bruises on my boobs. I knew what he was capable of, and what he had wanted, but after today I had no idea how the future would turn out.

The next few days passed in exactly the same way. The boredom grew and grew until the room itself seemed to close in on me. I looked forward to his visits, even though I still wasn't allowed to speak. Just being able to see another human face seemed a gift. I'd never gone so long in almost total isolation before. Even on weekends, when I usually stayed in by myself, I had the phone, the computer, and even the TV to keep me connected to the world. Ethan didn't say much, but when he did I hung on his words. When he wasn't there, I tried to keep myself sane. I exercised as much as I could, exhausting myself so that I'd be tired enough to sleep in the afternoons for a couple hours. I bathed so often I'm surprised I didn't prune up permanently. I tried all the makeup and hair products and experimented with different looks. I even tried that perfume once, but the overtly flowery smell made me wash it off. Nothing I did made any difference though.. The hours passed by slowly, and he never seemed to notice what I looked like. It got even worse on Monday. Ethan was still going to work, so he brought me a sandwich along with my breakfast and I only saw him twice a day.

By the end of the week I was ready to go nuts. I decided to force a response, no matter what kind it was. I was starting to feel less than human, almost. I didn't seem to count to anyone. I needed human contact of any kind.

On what I thought was the Friday (it was getting hard to remember just how many days I'd been in there), I didn't get out of bed when I woke up. I just lay there, tense, waiting for him to appear. One of the first rules he'd told me was how to present myself whenever I saw him. Well, I'd mess with that one. When Ethan did come in, I just looked at him and rolled over, pretending to go back to sleep. He simply left the food, told me to eat, and left.

That night I wrapped myself in the sheet toga-style, threw the blanket on the floor, and made myself busy with sit ups when he came in (the sheet just got in the way, but that wasn't the point). Again, no response. Over the next few days I tried everything I could think of, but he never said a bloody thing.

Finally, after about four more days of this, I snapped. "What do you want?" I yelled, or tried to, as soon as he entered. I was shocked at how raspy my voice was after not really using it at all. "Why am I here? Why don't you say anything?" I carried on for a minute or so, voicing everything I'd been thinking about. Ethan waited until I finished, then walked towards me so menacingly I backed up against the wall. He calmly and methodically backhanded me once across my face, so hard I fell to the side, then turned around and left.

I lay there crying for who knows how long, before a strange peace came over me. If he wanted a quiet little toy, he'd get one. I went into the bathroom and bathed. The marks from that first night had faded completely by now, so I shaved completely. I did my hair and makeup perfectly. I saw the perfume, and put it on. I didn't care anymore. I cleaned up the room, making the bed, using a damp towel to dust. I lined up everything in the bathroom neatly.

When everything was picture perfect, I sat cross-legged beside the door. In about an hour, when I heard the familiar steps again, I moved in front of it and knelt, spreading my legs obscenely wide and, with my hands clasped behind my neck, shoved my tits out far. My head stayed bowed; I was almost completely broken without his ever doing anything to me after the first day.

I saw his feet enter and move directly before me. There was a brief pause as, I imagined, he looked around the room and at me. I'd thought I would be ecstatic to hear any voice talking to me, but what he said soon removed the initial comfort.

"I see you've finally decided to stop your pointless resistance. I have to say, I'm disappointed in you. It's been almost 2 weeks. I would have thought you had the intelligence to give up sooner. And during that period, you persisted in breaking every rule I gave you, over and over. I think it's about time we did something to make you think twice about repeating any of your actions."

I looked up at him in alarm. Wait a minute! I was being good, I had given up, we were supposed to start over… Even as I said this to myself I realized how lame they sounded. While my head was raised, Ethan looked me straight in the eye and continued. "You were not in position 9 times. You covered your body 5 times. You left this room in a mess purposefully 4 times. You failed to make the bed…" The list went on and on. I was paralysed with fear. However the next two and a half months went, tonight wouldn't be pretty.