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I never said I was a nice girl. It gets worse from here on in...
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Nearly six months had passed since she moved in. The changes in his behaviour had been subtle at first, his strange rules bearable, even fun on occasion. She stayed off the furniture only when he was around at first, then became used to the floor, then it was all the time.
She kneeled in the dark hallway, waiting for him to return from work, as always. She had finished the housework and done her day's exercise as usual. It showed. Her body was even more toned and lithe than when she had turned up that day. That day seemed so long ago to her, now. She found herself thinking about her old life, her old friends, her old job, less and less.
As she kneeled, hands clasped behind her back, her mind wandered, as the dull pain in her ribs made her reflect on that evening, nearly three weeks ago..
He had returned home from an evening out. With the boys, he had said, but she could smell perfume on his clothes, mingling with the alcohol as he had embraced her. She had started to quiz him about his evening: where had he been? Who had been out?
“Shhh, pet. I don't want to hear you speak, pet. I think it's time for another rule, don't you? Pets don't talk to their masters. From now on, you don't speak anymore. Not a word. I know this is going to be hard for you, pet, so I need to make sure you really understand. Know that I love you.”
As she opened her mouth to assert her opinion on this, he drove his fist hard into her face. Her words turned into an agonized howl, as she started to drop to the floor. He held her up by her throat, forcing her to remain upright, and casually, viciously, had beaten her senseless. When she came around later, the room was cold and dark. A bit gag had been placed in her mouth, and she found she could not remove it. It forced her mouth open slightly, and an excruciating pain radiated through her bruised jaw. She had quietly cried herself to sleep that night.
He had left the gag in for an entire day, to make his point. She could not eat for a further two days, even though all she ate now was mashed scraps from the meals she made him, served from a bowl on the floor.
Twice since her first beating, she had attempted to speak, and twice she had again been savagely beaten until she had lost consciousness. It had the desired effect. She had not uttered a word for almost two weeks now.. He walked through the front door, switched on the light, and smiled to see her kneeling on the floor in front of him. Went to where she knelt, and gently stroked her hair. When he placed both hands on her head, she deftly unzipped his trousers and teased his cock out. His eyes closed in pleasure as she attentively and expertly sucked and licked; he had taught her exactly how to pleasure him. In under a couple of minutes, he grunted and filled her mouth with his seed. She opened her mouth for him, to show him the creamy, salty liquid coating her tongue, then slowly swallowed it all down. This was her cue to leave him to relax, so she got up to go and finish cooking his meal. Later, he had decided he wanted some time alone, without her kneeling at his feet, so had tied her wrist and ankle cuffs down to the four corners of the bed and left her there for a few hours. Her stretched limbs were aching so badly by the time he had gone upstairs and used her hard, that she had cried out continuously. He had placed his forearm over her throat, and crushed her windpipe until she could no longer breathe. She had passed out just before he shot his second load of the evening into her cunt.
The next day was a Saturday. She loved the weekends, as often he would let her snuggle up next to him on the sofa, and they would watch films, or very rarely she was allowed to use the computer. She enjoyed cooking for him, and delighted in the fact that sometimes she was permitted to eat a proper meal, with him at the table. Today had been a little different. He had risen early, got dressed and left the house without a word to her. At a loss, she had wandered about the house, and done the housework and her exercises, purely from habit. While dusting, her fingers strayed to the door handle of one of the spare rooms. It was locked. It had always been locked, since the day she arrived. She had asked about it once, joked that that must be where he hid the bodies. He had laughed, called her a silly girl then reached between her legs to stroke her just how she liked it…
Just as it was growing dark outside, she heard his car crunching on the gravel of the driveway. With a sudden surge of panic, she ran to the hallway and threw herself onto her knees, just as his key turned in the lock. He walked in, carrying a bag, and gently pulled her to her feet. Looking into her eyes, he spoke softly. “You have been such a good pet for me. I'm so pleased with you”. She felt a warm feeling in her stomach, as he drew a short leash of fine chain from the bag, and fastened it to her collar.
“I have a gift for you. Would you like it?”
Her eyes lit up at his words, and she nodded slightly, a smile on her lips. “Come with me, love.” He led her up the stairs by the lead, and towards the locked spare room. Still holding the bag in one hand, he produced a key from his pocket and fitted it to the lock in the door. Opened it.
She could not contain her curiosity, and strained to see past him into the room. Once inside, she could see the room was completely bare; bare walls, bare wooden floor. At first it did not dawn on her what made the room so strange, until she realised. There was no window. Just the door, the four walls, and one other thing. An ugly iron cage in the centre of the room. Not large enough for a person to stand up in, or lay down, but large enough to allow movement.
“I got it for you, pet.” He said as he took another item out of the bag. She had not seen a spreader bar before, and looked at it with some concern as he gently forced her onto her hands and knees on the floor.
He fastened the thigh cuffs to her, just above each knee, so that the only position she would be able to maintain was kneeling with her legs wide apart. He pulled a second key from his pocket, and used it to open the door to the cage. As he pulled her lead and encouraged her into the cage, she tried to thrust her backside upwards to let him know that she wanted him, but he just gave her a playful slap on the ass and kept pulling on her collar.
Once she was inside the cage, on her hands and knees, cunt exposed, he deftly looped the end of her leash around the bars at the top; which had the effect of keeping her from putting her head on the floor, and also kept her face near the bars to the side.
He had left the door to the cage open, which reassured her a little, but she came to the realisation that she was effectively immobilised in her crouching position. Would he fuck her now? Was this what he wanted?
He brought his face close to hers; him outside, looking in at her. “Would you like your present now?” She became even more confused. This wasn't the gift? Then what the hell was?!
Without waiting for her to respond, he strode out of the room, leaving her facing the open door. Listening intently, she heard the front door open, then, distantly, the heavy sound of his car door. Crunching across the gravel again, then, in a few moments, the sound of the front door closing. Steps, muffled on the carpeted staircase, and something else. A kind of, jingling noise?
The questions racing around her head were answered sooner than she had wished. At that moment, her boyfriend appeared in the doorway, and what she saw made her whimper.
He held another leash, this one of heavy chain; and where he had held hers merely in his fingertips, she could see he had wrapped the chain a couple of times around his white knuckles and was pulling, hard. At the end of the chain was another man, on all fours, naked except for a heavy, black, hideous, dog's mask. Crouched, muscular, he strained at the leash, and her man was obviously having to use all his strength to pull him back. She could see he was already becoming erect, his hands pawing at the floor..
“NO! Sir, please, I'll – “ the “dog” cut her off with a deafening bark, and she heard her boyfriend laugh a little before yanking on the chain fastened to his collar.
“Silence, pet. I understand Rover or whatever the fuck his name is here has an aversion to speech. I understand he is prone to bite, hard, if his bitches try to talk. Understand?”
She gave a desperate whine, but remained silent. Watching in terror.
Still filling the doorway, legs slightly apart as he pulled on the chain, he continued. “This is my gift to you, little one. You must have been lonely, all those times in the house, by yourself. I thought you might want some company. One of your own kind, so to speak.”
The crouched man growled, and strained harder at the leash. With growing horror, she watched her man bend down, and rub the masked stranger vigorously around the shoulders and down his chest . He turned and snapped, and her boyfriend delivered a smart open handed blow to the side of his head. “Bad dog” he muttered, and unclipped the leash from his collar.
Within seconds, the other man had bounded through the cages open door and was upon her, sniffing and licking at her cruelly exposed cunt. She flung her hands behind her to push him away, but did not realise until too late that the way she was secured, so unsteady was she that her head dropped down towards the floor and she started choking on her collar, suspended by the lead which bound her to the cage. She quickly had to put her hands back on the floor, and realised she was stuck in her position.
After licking at her cunt eagerly for a few seconds, the ”dog” quickly mounted her, and she felt his hard cock pushing between her legs. The sound of the cage door being slammed shut, then locked, made her jump, as the horrible pressure between her legs grew with each desperate thrust.
She forgot herself, and screeched “GET OFF ME!” as she writhed and struggled beneath him. Mistake. Her new companion snarled, and bit deeply into her shoulder. She screamed in agony as the blood ran freely down her back. He gripped her waist, either side, like an animal, and his throbbing cock finally found its mark. He sank into her cunt in one brutal thrust, and she could only let out a high, keening sound as he brutally raped her dry insides. The tears coursed down her cheeks as her boyfriend reappeared before her face, kneeling himself now.
She tried to shake her head, to plead with him to stop this, but was halted by a firm but gentle bite to the back of her neck from her attacker. He held her neck in his jaws, and continued to drive into her, over and over.
Her boyfriend unfastened his trousers, and his hard cock sprang free. Stroking himself, he started to masturbate in front of her face, turned on by what he was witnessing. He only said two words to her, over and over again. “Good pet. Good pet. Good pet..”
Finally, after what seemed like a painful eternity, his arms locked cruelly tight under her belly, the man's breath came in shorter and more ragged bursts. This man, this man she had never seen before, pulled her even closer against him, as he started to spurt inside her. After a few final, brutal, thrusts, he was spent. At the same time, her man climaxed, his hand on his cock just a blur, and held its tip very close to her face. He came, wetly, copiously, over her eyes and spluttering mouth, just as the other man pulled out of her without ceremony, and shoved her towards the corner of the cage. She banged her head hard against the bars.
Gasping a little, her boyfriend untied her leash from the roof of the cage, and ordered her to put her hands through the bars. Fearful of any further reprisals, she reluctantly complied, and watched her hands as they were each bound tightly with strong adhesive tape, effectively rendering them useless.
Crying softly, utterly desolate, she tried to curl into a tight ball in the corner of the cage, but found the spreader bar prevented her. So she kneeled, and put her face against the bars, as far as possible from her rapist, who now appeared to be licking her sweat off his hands and eyeing her greedily. The mask of cum on her face, and streams of blood down her back, were starting to dry, and felt very uncomfortable..
Her boyfriend's voice cut through the uneasy silence. “Well, I'm going to leave you two to get better acquainted. Play nice. I might need some photographs of you both later on. And keep it down. Too much noise from either of you, I don't care who; I will come up here and beat the living shit out of the both of you”.
With that, he fastened his trousers, stood up, and closed the door behind him, leaving her in the locked cage with her tormenter, in the total pitch darkness.
| 27 Nov 11, 11:48 PM Monkey_Wench UK(B), 20 mths    |
Ohhh boy. I didn't see that coming. Nasty, nasty, nasty. Yet I seem to have enjoyed it.... hmmmm x Constructed almost entirely of filth. | |
| 27 Nov 11, 11:49 PM Shypeachybottom UK, 20 mths |
^^ Wot my twin said. But she said it better than me! There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he turns out to be, someone to watch over me | |
| 28 Nov 11, 12:03 AM twilightsilence UK(ME), 16 mths |
Wow... I must be a very, very sick bunny... Take me on a journey and keep me safe on our travels.... | |
| 28 Nov 11, 12:06 AM Silly_Rabbit UK(BN), 9 mths |
As the Godmother to all sick bunnies, I approve wholeheartedly. Nothing wrong with sick bunnies... x It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance, for our consideration and application of these things, and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process. | |
| 28 Nov 11, 12:27 AM Monkey_Wench UK(B), 20 mths |
Except, of course, that they are sick.... Constructed almost entirely of filth. | |
| 5 Dec 11, 9:01 PM lonely_78 UK(NN), 9 mths  |
OMG that was brilliant! Thank you.x |
