The Bitch

       I awoke the next morning slowly, the sound of a honking car pulling me from the oblivion of sleep.  I looked around my room and smiled as I gathered my thoughts.  Knowing Liz was still tied tight in the basement squirming brightened my day.  I stepped slowly from my bed and walked around the house, enjoying the silence.  Normally I was greeted every morning by my roommates Dave Mathews Band but today it was quiet.  I took my time as I walked in to the kitchen and rooted around for a bowl.  It only took me a moment and the cereal was found soon after.  I was in no hurry to disturb Liz, hoping she could hear me moving around upstairs ignoring her.  I went back to the living room and turned on the TV, wondering if the news would have any word of Liz’s disappearance.  The local news passed by uneventfully, building my confidence that I had pulled off the kidnapping without a hitch.  Her car might be found eventually but there was no connection to me and her fight at the bar would attract the most attention.  Happy with the morning so far I decided it was time to pay Liz a visit and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing my bag and heading down stairs. 

       I walked down the stairs slowly, savoring the sight of Liz.  She was still up right in the corner, disheveled hair covering her face and the gag still filling her mouth.  Her arms were still bound close to her face, covering her chest slightly.  The duct tape was still wrapped tightly around her waist but it was the smell that hit me the most.  A mixture of a smell of urine and arousal.  The vibrating dildo had obviously done its work and kept her attention all night but the urine I hadn’t expected.  I walked up to her, seeing the fear and desperation in her eyes.  Her situation was becoming more desperate now, she hadn’t eaten since I’d taken her and had only given her a bottle of water.  The lack of sleep from these last two nights was catching up to her.  I knew I could slow down but I wanted to continue, break her completely.  I said nothing as I approached, instead walking towards a small nozzle next to her.  The shower might have been extremely old but the water still worked, or at least I knew the cold did from a drunken night’s escapade earlier in the year.  A small turn of my wrist had the water exploding from the spout, covering the unsuspecting Liz.  A scream tore from behind the gag as she tried to hide from the water.  No matter how she screamed or writhed she was unable to escape the freezing water.  Her long hair was quickly matted to her head and her nipples jutted from her chest, a victim of the ice water.  I let the water go for several minutes, waiting for the duct tape around her waist to loosen.  I planned on tearing it off after the shower but wanted it to loosen just a bit.  Soon she stopped fighting, letting the water flow over her body, the fight drained out of her.  I let the water go for only a moment or two longer before stopping it.  Once the nozzle emptied I stepped close to her shivering form, reaching out and grabbing hold of the duct tape.  I think she realized what was going to happen just a moment before I ripped the tape away from her skin.  The first piece came off fairly easy thanks to the water and the second piece soon followed.  I could see the marks left by the tapes speedy removal but ignored them as I reached between her legs and grabbed the dildo.  She struggled as my hand grasped between her legs but she couldn’t stop me.  The dildo soon emerged from her body, coated in her slick juices.  I turned it off as it had continued humming throughout the entire night. 

       “Now that you’ve taken a little shower, feel better?” I asked, reaching around her wet tangled hair to un clip the ball gag in her mouth.  All she could do was moan at first as she regained control of her mouth.  The red skin on her cheeks bore testament to how tight it had been in her mouth during the night.  “Are you going to behave today?” I asked again, trying to gain her attention.  I needed to get her water soon, before it actually became a problem.  Food she could go a little longer without and I could afford to use that against her but not water. 

       “Yes” she whispered back, warily looking into my eyes. 

       “Good,” I responded, not allowing a smile.  I still needed her frightened, not trying to escape for awhile longer.  I left her hands hand cuffed to her neck but unlocked the bike chain holding her to the shower head. Unchained she feel slumped to the floor, exhaustion coming over her.  “Stand up,” I ordered, not allowing her a break.  She forced herself to her feet, more frightened of me than tired. “Now that you’re clean, we can go upstairs.”  Reaching into the bag I pulled out a dog leash left by one of my roommates and attached it to a ring on her collar.  She looked at the leash with despair, a connection with me she couldn’t break.  Turning I began to walk back towards the stair, knowing she would follow.  I almost hoped she didn’t, it would give me an excuse to punish her, but she followed quietly, eyes on the floor.  She’d been awake for almost two days now and I wanted to use that.  Tired she would be more malleable and easy to control.  I moved up the stairs slowly, not wanting the leash to pull her over up the small, narrow stairs.  We reached the kitchen and I continued walking till we were back in the living room.  I sat on the couch but made her kneel, facing me.

       “Look at that, you’ve done what you’re told and you haven’t been hurt.  Isn’t this a much easier way to spend your time?” I asked, putting my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me.

       “Yes” she responded meekly.

       “Let’s see how well you remember your lessons then, what are your two rules?” I questioned her.

       “What?” she responded, not ready for my question.

       “I taught you two rules yesterday, what are they?” I asked again, clarifying the question.  I doubted she remembered both of them but maybe she would surprise me.

       “I’m not sure… I don’t remember.” She mumbled out, fear filling her face.  The lack of sleep had gotten too her, making breaking her much easier.  Tomorrow might be a different day but for now I was going to push her as far as I could.

       “I’ll tell you one of the rules, but if you can’t remember the other you’ll be punished” I said, leaning in close to her kneeling form.  “If you do what you’re told, you don’t get hurt, is the first rule.  Now, what’s the second?

       “I don’t remember” she cried.  “Please I’m sorry, I just don’t remember.”

       “You’re going to have to get punished then” I told her, shaking my head.  “Yesterday you disobeyed me too and you know how that turned out.  I’ll give you one more chance to remember the second rule”

       “I don’t know, please.  I’ll do anything” she begged again, throwing herself at my feet.  She practically broke down, crying for me not to hurt her or force her into the basement again.  I stood as she continued crying, looking down at her.  She wasn’t really broken, a night’s sleep and she would be close to her old self, but now I was going to push my advantage.  The more often she broke down and pleaded the easier it would be to get her to do it again the next time.  Last time, I had forced her to bring herself to an orgasm, tonight I wanted better.

       “If you do exactly what you’re told, I’ll tell you the second rule and you won’t have to spend the night in the basement again.  Disobey me and you’ll spend another night tied in the basement.”

       “Tell me what to do, I’ll do it” she practically yelled, my words having broken through her pleading.

       “Get back on your knees and shut up” I yelled sharply.  She obeyed quickly, getting back on her knees.  She also finally stopped talking.  “The second rule Liz is simply.  It’s don’t talk unless I ask you a question or give you permission.  Next time I ask you for your two rules I expect you to answer quickly with I that understand?”

       “Yes, Yes, I’ll remember” she responded.

       “Now, because you forgot the rules you have to make it up to me.  One word of disagreement or one movement I don’t tell you to do, you’ll regret it," I informed her.  When she didn’t respond other than by looking at the floor, I reached down and grabbed the handcuff connecting her hands to the collar.  I undid the handcuff and placed it in my back pocket.  With the connector undone Liz dropped her hands down in front of her.  All night she had been forced to hold her arms up and she could barely raise them now.  I didn’t give her time to adjust; I grabbed one of her wrist and undid the other handcuff there.  Shock showed on her face for a moment, as if she thought I was letting her go.  Instead I simply held her wrist and walked behind her and re handcuffed her, this time with her hands behind her back.  I stepped back in front of her and admired Liz, she was beautiful, even worn down and exhausted.  Her long wet hair was still matted to her skull, her nipples jutted out slightly still from the chill of her shower.  Her shaved pussy was partially hidden from me by the angle as I looked down at her.

As I gazed upon her, I realized I wanted to fuck her.  My dick was nearly bursting inside my pants. I could throw her on the ground and have my way with her but I wanted better.  Right now she was terrified, sleep deprived and willing to do whatever I said and I was going to use that to make her a willing participant in her own rape. 

“You have two choices,” I stated.  “You can be sent to the basement and allowed to come out tomorrow as your first choice.  Or-“

“Please, not that, I’ll do anything” she said leaning forward, tears streaming down her face. 

“Then that leaves choice too, which is me fucking you” I said, looking straight at her.  Shocked filled her face.  This whole time I hadn’t touched her, only stripped her down.  Even when she had been naked I hadn’t taken any liberties with her, only she had touched herself so far.  This broke the pattern she had been used too and it showed.  “I guess you prefer the basement” I commented off handedly, turning away from her.  That was all it took to snap her out of shock.

“No, please, I’ll do it.  Not the basement again,” she pleaded.

“Lay on your back then” I ordered, still standing in front of her.  I was going to enjoy what I was about to do to her and I wanted to savoir every minute of it.  She didn’t hesitate long before she began to lay back.  It was hard from her knees and she couldn’t use her hands but eventually she managed to lay down, legs extended but knees held tightly together.  I moved so I was standing over her feet, watching her tremble on the ground.  She could barely look at me, knowing her body was bare before me.  “Now, tell me you want me to fuck you” I said.  It wasn’t what she expected and no words left her mouth.  “Beg me to fuck you” I yelled as I leaned down over her.  “I can send you to the basement or you can spread your legs and beg me to fuck you” Leaning over here I watched thoughts stream through her mind.  I didn’t want to just rape her; I wanted her to beg me to fuck her.  She would forever wonder if it was really rape.  “Do it,” I whispered into her ear.  “Spread your long tan legs and beg me to fuck that tightly little pussy of yours.”

She looked at me unsure before her fear won out, fear of pain, fear of the unknown, fear of being locked down in the basement again.  Quivering her long tan legs began to separate.  I stepped back to enjoy the view as her legs parted to reveal her pussy.  I kept waited as she continued to spread her legs until they were clearly as far apart as she would put them.  I continued waiting then, just standing above her.  I wanted her to beg and she knew it.  She closed her eyes before the first words were out of her mouth, attempting to make it a little less embarrassing.

“Fuck me, fuck me” she whispered.  Her heart clearly wasn’t in it but she was trying.  I knew if I had pushed her this far I could push her farther. 

“Say it louder; tell me where you want me to put my dick.” I said, slowly pulling off my shirt.  With her eyes shut she couldn’t tell I was undressing.

“Please, fuck me, put your dick inside me” she said, a little louder this time.  I continued undressing as I listened to her.  Her words were like music to my ears.  On my floor naked, with her legs spread, lay one of the biggest bitches I knew and she was begging me, the person who had kidnapped and beat her, to fuck her, to put me dick inside her.  My erection was raging by the time pulled down my boxer briefs.  Liz still had her eyes closed so she had no idea I was naked or that I reached to the table besides the couch and grabbed something off it. I waited for her to continue, silently standing above her.  It only took a few more minutes before she choked out a few more words between silent sobs.  “Fuck me, please fuck me and put your dick in my pussy” she said.

I waited for her to finish before I kneeled between her legs and positioned my dick.  I placed both my hands on the inside of her thighs, gripping tightly and pushing her legs slightly farther apart.  My tough startled her and she opened her eyes to me naked before her.   She said nothing as I pushed my hips forward, the tip of my dick rubbing against her pussy.  Tears streamed out of her eyes and she squeezed them shut and turned her head.  I continued to run the tip of my dick up and down against her, letting her know I wasn’t going anywhere.  I leaned forward and run my hands up her body.  She gasped as I ran my hands up her stomach and under her breasts.  My finger tips gently brushed her partially erect nipples, playing with the lightly.  I raised my left hand up to her face and cupped her chin, pulling her head up slightly.  Leaning over her on all fours now, I gently placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Beg me to fuck you, or it’s the basement” I whispered in to her ear and then leaned back, my body not touching her anywhere except with my dick.  I stayed still above her, waiting for her response.  It only took a moment.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard, put your dick inside me and fuck me hard” she said, loudly this time.  She was pushing herself, terrified of the basement, terrified of me.  I let her finish before I pulled my hips back slightly, adjusted my dick and thrust into her as hard as I could.  A scream escaped her through as I buried my dick in her, my hips hitting her.  She was so tight, her pussy wrapped snuggly around me dick.  She was still slightly wet from the vibrator over night and I loved the feeling.  It was like my dick was wrapped in satin.  I remained buried inside her for a moment before I pulled back and thrust again.  Again and again I violated her, thrusting in and out of her body.  She remained still underneath me, moving only from the thrust of my body.  I used one of my free hands to caress her body, I loved the way her small breasts bounced each time I forced myself inside her.  Tears spilled out from beneath her eye lids as I used her.  She hated what I was doing to her and had withdrawn into a shell, letting her body be violated.  I had to snap her out of it and picked up the object I’d gotten off the table.  It was the small vibrator I had purchased at the store earlier.  I discreetly lowered it to her crotch I thrust again and again. 

She didn’t notice until I placed it gently against her clit and turned it on high.  A gasp escaped her throat as the violation changed from something she could ignore to please coursing through her body.  The small vibrator buzzed away at her clit, throwing pleasure into her.  I continued my thrusts and could now feel her getting wet.  The combination of my dick and the vibrator was going to bring her to an orgasm and there was nothing she could do about it.  Underneath me she began to writhe as she tried to escape from the vibrator between her legs.  No matter how she moved though I kept the vibrator on her and her squirming only made me enjoy her more.  Each time I pushed I could feel myself getting close to cumming deep inside her, but I wanted her to cum at the same time and humiliate her even more.  We both got closer and closer, her beneath me writhing in pleasure and humiliation, me above her thrusting with triumph.  It only took a few more minutes, my dick had been bursting to fill her since the moment I had kidnapped her and the vibrator continued its work.  I felt her body spasm beneath me and with one deep thrust I pushed all the way in and felt my dick empty into her.  At the same time the vibrator finally pushed her over the edge and her body spazmed as the orgasm coursed through her.

We both lay on the floor, both of us spent.  I stood after a few moments and pulled my dick out from inside her.  The moment I was no longer touching her Liz curled in a ball on her side and began to cry.  Great sobs racked her body, not that she had been violated but that twice now I had brought her to orgasms, twice her body had betrayed her to me.