Innocent Until Proven Guilty (FF & FF)

Father Figure · Oct 20, 2020

Time.

Time was often proclaimed to be a luxury, but time could also be a cruelty. A reminder of a past long gone that could never be recaptured. For those living a normal life, for those who had all the time in the world to enjoy their happy little humdrum existences, time could be a blessing and a benediction. For those who served time in prison, the cell surrounding them and the threat of what horror a new day could bring, time could be a living hell. It had been that way for Jonathan “John” Reynolds. Incarcerated at age eighteen for a crime he truly did not commit, accused, convicted of sexual assault, and sentenced to twenty years for an act he had never perpetrated. For a young man it had turned what seemed a promising life into an existence of uncertainty, a world in which he had suffered at the hands of other men who had no qualms at the horrors they inflicted upon the body and soul of a crying teenager in the middle of the dark penitentiary night. The feeling of a hand coming to touch his shoulder as he trembled in his bunk, pulling the covers away as a make shift shiv found it's way up under his throat, telling him to keep quiet...

The nightmare ended and he opened his eyes, no longer that broken boy but a man fifteen years older. Released early from his incarceration after the Innocent Project had taken on his case and previously untested DNA evidence showed that he had not been the attacker…merely the accused. He reached one trembling hand up, rubbing the tears from his eyes, a small grim smirk coming to his face. It had been ages since he had found tears upon his cheeks and he had no time for them now. Outside the rain pattered down onto his window of his small apartment and he rolled over in the bed to look out towards the day, a day he could walk into free as a bird. The thought actually scared him, to imagine being in public, knowing his face had been in the newspapers twice in his life. Once when arrested and once when released. His large body adjusted just a bit, the powerful shoulders flexing as he stretched and tried to reconcile the waking world with the dream that he had just been enduring, and soon rage touched his features once more. A reminder that there were promises to be kept and debts that must be paid.

His jaw clenched.

Maybe if John had been a better man, maybe if he had not let history break him, then the cycle of history would be broken. One wrong would never lead to another. But he was trapped. Trapped by remembrance and heartache, trapped by a life he would never have, and if he would never have that life then certainly others should not have that gift. Certainly, others should share his fate. Smoothing his hair back he found his resolve, acknowledging to himself that it was certainly time for him to be back on task. He straightened and sat up, reaching over to pick up his laptop, and opening it he began his search once more. He could not afford to hire a private investigator, he had to be careful in his attempt to find the woman who had locked him away, and what would he do when he found her? When he found her family?

The nearby bag with rope and other accessories might hint at his intentions.

Fruit · Oct 22, 2020

Making a living out of playing video games used to be nothing more than wild fantasy merely a few decades ago, but thanks to current technology it was entirely possible to make a decent, and in some cases very generous, income by streaming gaming sessions. This revolution uprooted the negative social paradigm that had looked down on the gaming culture and its community; what used to pass as 'geeky' and 'nerdy' was now 'cool' and 'hip'. This shift lead thousands of teenagers and young adults to start their streaming careers yet only few had the charisma, looks, sense of humor, and gaming skills needed to distinguish themselves and make it to the front page of their favorite streaming platforms. Among the few elite was Lily "DeadRose" Michaels, a twenty year old streamer who described herself as a variety content created who mostly broadcasted horror games and some RPGs on occasion.

"Oh my god! Thank you.. 'Fat Turtle' for the fifty gifted subs! Can we get some PogChamps in the chat?!" And her chat obliged. "This game, man! Its so crazy that one guy made it all by himself. It blew up! Its all over Twitch now. I'm sitting at seven thousand viewers right now! Thank you guys for the bits and subs! Lets see if we can get a picture of the ghost this time, how about that?" Her party readied up and they booted the Asylum map. "This one is huge, Rose. We might actually need someone to stay in the truck and watch the map for us", Yoshi told her. He was the person who had introduced her to Phasmophobia and therefore she trusted his knowledge about the game. The party of four proceeded to go hunting for the ghost haunting the asylum. Eventually, they've succeeded in finding the three clues needed to identify the type of ghost they were dealing with and have thus completed the mission. "Okay guys that's it for tonight's stream! We've been streaming for four hours now! Thank you to everyone who subscribed and donated. I love you all so you much! Thank you for your support! Who should we host tonight? How about Tacogirl? Oooh she's streaming Dead By Daylight, that sounds fun! Go say hi everyone!"

That was a good stream, she thought to herself. She had made a little under three hundred dollars in donations, and she reckoned her monthly revenue from subscribers increased by two hundred dollars from all those new subscriptions. A sense of serene pride washed over Lily as she reflected on her streaming career. She was born to a wealth family; a businessman for a father and a congresswoman for a mother. Money married power, and Lily was born from that wedlock. Admittedly, she was never in need of all those donations, but I did it because I was good enough to do it. That was what she told herself. She was fully convinced of that notion but deep within her she knew she took gaming as a way to alleviate her loneliness in the house. It had seemed to Lily growing up that her parents were always working. They'd never dedicated any time to her as a daughter, and so she grew up playing online games and interacting with other similarly-neglected teenagers. Her sense of isolation had reached its apex when her mother passed away. The late congresswoman kept her battle with cancer a secret from the media and her daughter alike, and so her seemingly-sudden death shook Lily to her core. Starting up a streaming channel was nothing more than a logical step in her lifestyle that was merely potentially accelerated by trends of her time and the loss of a parent.

After ending her stream at five in the afternoon, Lily decided to go on a run.

Father Figure · Oct 25, 2020

Johnny had been a bit put out by the death of the Congresswoman Michaels. Well, that would be mildly putting it. When he had found out it had become a fury where he destroyed his apartment, throwing dishes, screaming, and cursing to the top of his lungs. He had been absolutely maddened by the loss of his potential vengeance, something tearing apart inside of him as he struggled to cope. For a few minutes he just stared into the bathroom mirror, his hands balled up in his hair, tugging at the strands as he tried to reconcile what he was going to do. Years, years of thought just destroyed with the reading of one news article. Breathing heavily, he paused in his uncertainty to deal with the apartment manager, trying to explain himself, and luckily, he got a reprieve. Maybe though that was what he had needed, something to break the mental anguish and make him think once again. Sitting back down at the computer he began to read, he began to search, and he hesitatingly clicked on Lily’s stream…

Fast forward…

A rented U-Haul under a false name, paid for with cash, a few good internet searches, public records access, and he found himself stalking the young Ms. Michaels, aka DeadRose. He found the idea of streaming, of paying a woman to show off a bit of cleavage and to talk like an imbecile, absolutely idiotic. But he would wouldn’t he? John was an older man, from a different generation, and while he may have learned to use the computer in prison, he certainly had missed the technological revolution of the internet. Watching all the entertainment, seeing all the childish colors and emotes, it had done nothing but irritate and inflame him further. Here was this young girl, the daughter of the woman who had put him in jail, enjoying this kind of life? Making money like this while he had suffered in prison? What the living fuck had this world come to that people like her existed while people like him paid the fucking price!

He breathed deeply, reining in the anger he felt, stoking it inside like a forge. He knew if he kept this up eventually someone was going to notice him trailing her and monitoring her habits. Hell, someone might have already reported him as suspicious on NextDoor and the emails might be making the rounds. Social media was a curse. So, he decided he would make his move soon enough. It would have to be at just the right time, just the right moment. A slow shuddering breath went through him, taking in the air, closing his eyes as he prepared to do what needed to be done. What deserved to be done. He turned the corner, passing by her and pulling up to one of the houses just forty feet ahead of her jog. He paused there on the side of the street, adjusting so she could see the telltale sign of a clipboard that he jotted nonsense down upon slightly out the window. The tap of a pen and he tossed it behind him, stepping out.

He might have looked amiss if it were not for the hat and chosen clothing. Tan pants, tucked in shirt, blue hat. He looked like a delivery driver to a T. Not once did he look her way, but he was mentally counting, mentally ready to respond to any change in her pace as he opened the side of the van and pulled out an Amazon package. Several other packages laying inside of it, sorted, and situated…or so it appeared. Ten feet away…he double checked the label. Five feet, he started to turn. Soon…

Soon.

Fruit · Oct 27, 2020

The weather was gorgeous. The sun was bashfully peaking between the clouds, its warm rays mixing with a cool gentle breeze that blew westward. The perfect ratio of clouds, sunshine, and winds made the scene. Lily was peacefully running around her block with Ariana Grande's Into You vibrating her eardrums. She pressed the volume up button, damping the noise from the cars surrounding her as she tuned everything out. Everything blended well into the background and seemed insignificant; the man taking his dog outside for a shit in the front yard, the woman parallel parking in front of her house after a long day's work, and the FedEx delivery man sorting through the packages ready to be signed off. She kept on running through, ignoring everything and everyone. It was only her, the winds, and Ariana.

And suddenly, darkness.

Lily never saw it descend on her. She never figured out the hows and wheres, but felt the piece of thick fabric close around and over her head. The bag pressed strongly against her entire head, immediately covering her eyes in a gloomy sea of darkness. She felt the textile wrap around and clench tautly, muffling her mouth and blocking noise and air alike, suffocating her and making her kick in empty air and scream in dead silence. She jerked and jolted but remained pinned down in her place, before she got lifted and hurled into a car seat, then her legs were held down and bound. "Let me go!" she screamed but her noises were dulled by the bag that tightened along her neck, the noise sounding louder inside the piece of fabric than outside. "Help!" She screamed one last time before a blunt object smacked the temple of her head, knocking her out-cold in a matter of seconds.

She woke up later somewhere dark, on the ground, with a rope binding her hands above her head and to something fixed, and feet together by the ankles. Why is it so dark in here? Her headache was waning, but her entire body felt stiff and sore. How long have I been out? Lily wondered as she tried moving her arms and feet to no fruition. She hated being bound with these ropes. It took her a second to realize she still had the bag covering her face, hence the overwhelming darkness engulfing her. She realized her face was getting increasingly warmer. She sweated profusely the more her face got warmer, and the more it got warmer, the more sweat she exuded. Her neckline was chaffing, she realized as it stung and prickled, and she started screaming suppressed nothings and twisting in her place, begging to be noticed.

Father Figure · Oct 28, 2020

Waiting was the worst part.

He had not gone far, how could he? Not with his captive a mere ten feet away inside of the rented storage unit. He leaned his head down on the steering wheel, something uncertain inside of him as he tried to reconcile the man, he was with the man he had once been. Where had that innocent victim disappeared to? Where had that broken young man gone? Now he was just a disheartened and ashamed beast, his soul writhing around inside of himself every time he met his gaze in the mirror. A small snarl snatched it’s way across his face as he slammed his fist down on the hard rubber of the console, biting deep and leaving an ache behind as he raised his eyes to look down the row of units to where he was keeping her. Storage Unit D23.

How much effort had he put into kidnapping her? Once he had settled on his decision, he had certainly taken time to consider his approach. He had looked at ratings regarding storage facilities and chosen one that had poor management and numerous complaints about lack of response from the owners. He had gone to the library to look at books on how to properly soundproof a room, something you could not trust to internet searches. He had gone by a hospital to steal the proper dosage of medication, remembering what a sick pervert had once bragged about in the joint…how he had roofied women and the aphrodisiacs he’d used to “get them in the mood”, and he’d done work on the storage unit itself. It had been an endeavor, it had been arduous, and he took a sick amount of pride in it.

Resolved once more he stepped out of the vehicle. He leaned in and pulled out a tray he had prepared, warm food laced with something to just…warm the soul. His hands locked the doors and he approached, sitting the tray down on the ground before opening the unit and stepping inside. It was done efficiently, practiced numerous times. The tray went on a small table near the doorway, the door was shut once more and locked from within, and his hand came up to turn on the overhead light. His eyes adjusted slowly as he moved, the table and tray next to the doorway so that there was nothing near the trussed-up woman and he removed the bag and stepped back.

He took no chances.

His shadow loomed over her, cast from the overhead light, his voice ominous as he spoke. “Lily, I know you have a lot of questions, but I don’t feel like answering them. If you’re hungry, I’ll feed you. If not, I’ll return later when you are.”

Fruit · Oct 29, 2020

It seemed like an eternity before Lily could sense another person's presence in her vicinity. She had long stopped jerking in her corner after she realized the more she moved, the more the rope strained her wrist and made it burn with pain. Kicking her feet outward didn't help any either. Her attempts at escaping or at least rattling her shackles loud enough to get someone's attention proved futile so Lily laid still as a corpse. Why am I being abducted? She questioned her luck and sanity. Who would want to abduct me? What do they hope to gain? More questions funneled through her mind. She had to deal with her fair share of internet stalkers and creeps. The type of losers that would harass her with messages on and off stream, donate money only to ask her to flash her tits at them, ask her extremely private questions live online, or even send her pictures of their dicks. The only instance of similar misconduct happening outside of her monitor was when a guy managed to acquire her phone number a year ago, but even then, she'd changed her phone number immediately and had never heard from him again. Is this another stalker?

Then Lily considered the perpetrator could be an enemy of her father. Alec Michaels was a big fish in the pond; he had a firm grip on the real estate market, and enough fingers fiddling with numerous other industries and sectors; restaurants, clothing lines, and even automobile parts. Lily wasn't aware that the financial giant had been making tremendous leaps and jumping fences with the aid of his late wife during the past decade. Together, they've broken many laws and escaped prosecution all thanks to Lisa Michaels' position in congress. Many people lost their jobs or money because of numerous power grabs by the power couple on small businesses in the area. Lily wasn't privy to this knowledge, but she considered her father might have people wanting to hurt him or press him to lean their way in a matter or two even via illegal means.

Her train of thought was cut short by the sound of the door opening. "Help!" she screamed again into the void as she felt the man approach her. She felt his hand tugging at the fabric that was wrapped around her before he pulled it up and freed her. The colder air in the room settled on her face as she looked up at her captor. A shadowy figure towered over Lily as she shoved herself back into her corner and away from him, like a cornered animal shying away from a butcher. Food? She mulled over the proposal, I'm fucking starving..

"HEEEEELP!"

She screamed in distraught at the man standing above her. The lights shining behind him rendered him a dark, ambiguous figure that she couldn't discern. Middle-aged man. Short hair. Very deep voice. Big build. She ran through the descriptors in her mind over and over again, too overwrought to take a moment to breathe, in hopes of remembering what to tell the police as soon as she's rescued.

Father Figure · Nov 1, 2020

Help.

It was almost hilarious hearing the word come from her mouth, in no small part because of his recent fascination with Beatles songs. He had been locked away for so long that he had missed quite a few recent movies and having just streamed Yesterday a few nights ago had been him in a peculiar mood. It was a strange testament to the mental landscape of the man that such a thing came to him now, that such a thing would even remotely enter his thought processes, but all he could imagine was the follow up section to the word she was screaming. Help, she needs somebody… He almost guffawed in her face at the idea, but then he pulled himself together other than the smirk that entered his features. It was a reminder that things were not quite right with his man, that he seemed so absolutely self-assured in the face of actions. That there would not be any help coming whatsoever.

The man’s features were ruggedly handsome, not quite the norm though for any stalker she might have had off her computer activities. He was older, grizzled and toughened through the events of his life. A beard hiding his babyface, greying in the dark black hair. The head on his hair kept short, to prevent people from grabbing it during prison brawls. There was a scar across one cheek and his upper lip, a reminder of his first year in prison when he was learning the ropes. He wore simple gym pants and t-shirt, both stretching over his powerful frame. That was the one standing point that should be noted, the sheer physical presence of the man. He was massive. When you were in jail you had very few options for entertainment and he had long ago focused like many others on the routine of working out in the yard. It showed in his bulky muscles, flexing without effort beneath the clothing.

“Nobody is coming.”

The words held a world of certainty to them, a world of confidence that he had done everything properly. He had left her here for awhile to ensure that would be the case. Where were the police if she had been traced? Where were the FBI if they had connected it to him? Nowhere. He had disposed of her personal effects, all save for her clothing, and eventually he would dispose of that too. His eyes glittered with the knowledge that she was his completely and he gave a wane smile, gesturing around the room towards the soundproof paneling he had installed. “You see, you aren’t anywhere they’d look for you. No noise is going to make it out beyond a few feet of these walls. Nobody knows. So, you can suffer another day, or you can shut the fuck up and eat. What’s it going to be?”

Fruit · Nov 1, 2020

Her vocal cords burnt. She was seething, but her anger was buried under a thousand layers of horror and dejection. Her cry for help had been the single loudest shriek her throat could ever produce, and it was all to no avail. A sense of crippling despair consumed her after her captor had calmly explained to her that she was in an isolated chamber. Dad will look for me, she knew that to be true, and hoped against hope that he would be able to find and save her before it was too late. Her heart gradually sunk to her stomach as her eyes examined the place she was detained in more closely; this is something out of a horror movie. "I'll eat" were the only words she could meekly muster. Does he intend to kill me? The speculation brought her on the verge of tears

The man brought the tray closer to her view and she saw the bowl contained oatmeal in it. Lily looked at him and then at her tied wrists, which he disregarded silently, and she understood he intended to keep her bound. She signed in dismay upon the realization then opened her mouth for the man to feed her. The oatmeal was cold and tasted eerily acidic, a massive devolution from the high-end dining she'd been accustomed to at her father's house. The wretched smell from the dish made her nostrils flare as she almost gagged from the scent reeking from the bowl. Is this expired? she thought to herself but before she could utter a word, the man pressed the spoon into her mouth. Lily held her breath while she ate, aiming to prevent the foul scent from enhancing the taste. "Why are you keeping me here? What do you hope to get out of this?" Her questions fell on deaf ears. The man completely ignored her and continued spooning her the oatmeal. "Why me? What did I do to deserve this?" Again, he ignored her inquiries, and seemed to feed her only to silence her. Her mind was racing with questions and his disregard was killing her. Tears started running down her cheeks. "Please just let me go.. please please I beg you.. I won't tell the cops or anything, I promise.."

"It's a little too late for that and a little too stupid to think I'll believe you. So beg all you want, but we're past empty promises."

She started sobbing at his words. Her tears mixed with the oatmeal and she continued eating more the same. At that point, Lily was oblivious to the chemical taste in her meal. She continued eating and sobbing, hyperventilating and shaking. Depressed, desperate, and panicking, she tried her hardest to look and sound brave but she couldn't don that mantle for long. "Are you going to kill me?" She felt that he wouldn't feed her only to kill her, but she needed the reassurance. Her mind was too clouded for rational thinking. A canopy of blinding emotions hindered her judgement.

But then, something kicked her back to life. It was as if a surge of adrenaline jolted through her body reviving her from the depths of her woe. Her senses were intensely heightened after consuming her food. She looked at the man with eyes wide open like an owl. Time around her slowed as her perception peaked. The tears kept trickling down her face freely but she'd stopped wailing. A thought landed on her brain and her eyes fixated on the giant before her. I need to stay alive and buy time..

Father Figure · Nov 5, 2020

It was a tedious task feeding a crying woman and yet not once did he seem overly cruel in the process. Admittedly what he was doing to her was cruel, ignoring her fervent pleas and cries for help, but he did nothing to hurt her. He did not slap her, spit on her, berate her, or torture her. It was most certainly not the typical kidnapping, but that was not something that would immediately enter the young woman’s mind he was sure. What was the point in doing any of that? Not when you could break a person, not when you could slowly psychologically ensure that they only hope that they had in life was you. You and you alone. Once he had that hook into her, once he had that horrible barbed lure trapped in her very soul, then he would see what he could do to destroy this beautiful Lily.

Of course, drugs always helped.

He watched as he fed her, as she slowly ate and sobbed, and part of him had to admit she was exquisitely beautiful in her suffering. It was heartbreaking, it was gorgeous, and part of him wanted to reach out to touch her face and rub away those tears with gentle hands. The part of him that remained somewhat human. Yet, he kept himself from indulging that and instead watched her eyes. The way her pupils expanded and then fixated upon him. There it was, there was that powerful feeling rushing through her body as the amphetamine pounded its way along her veins. John made a small, pleased sound and then set the oatmeal down, moving it back and out of the way as he reached out and finally spoke.

"I'm not going to hurt you; I promise I won't. You're safe if you do what I say...you know what I want don't you? You know I want to fuck you...maybe, if you're good enough with your mouth, I won't..." The words were an abomination, and her response was exactly what it should be, with lily trying to shuffle away upon hearing his words. Dragging her body further as she tried to speak. "Wha.. no.." she mumbled, but her body moistened in all the wrong places, betraying her words. It was almost humorous to him hearing her deny the truth of what was happening, but he did not laugh as he reached out to take her by the hair and jerked her back.

This time he stood, his hand never leaving her hair as he reached down and undid his pants, pulling free that mammoth prick. It was achingly hard, a thick slab of meat that hung before her lovely lips, and he raised his eyebrows at her as he pressed her face close for a moment. Feeling the softness of her skin. He angled her head, pressing against her lips, forcing past any resistance she could mount as she begged. The small little pleading noises of her no, of her please, echoing up to his ears. He sighed slowly, a man in a sickening transcendent state, finally feeling the pleasure of her mouth opening to his relentless pressure.

“"That's it, just...just relax...I can know how badly you want this, how wet that tight little cunt has to be...it'll be over soon..." He groaned as he pushed forward. "Shhh, I'll go slow...shhh...you can take it, you can fucking take it...open up, fucking open up..." And he would not stop, no, he was not going to stop, and he was rewarded for his endeavors by the sounds of her gagging on his cock.

Fruit · Nov 5, 2020

Whatever substance the oatmeal was laced with acted as some sort of elixir that boosted her senses and fired her brain on all cylinders. Lily's pupils contracted as she listened to her jailer nonchalantly declare his intentions to rape her, and before her brain would comprehend and compute the severity of the threat, her body cowered and crawled away from him towards the corner of her cell. He said he won't rape me if I sucked him off... her soul whispered to her, but her legs continued shaking in terror. Her eyes remained fixated on the man's crotch. She watched his bulge grow against the fabric. She swallowed. I wonder how it feels.. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead as the man walked closer to her until she was trapped against the corner then seized by the hair. Why does this turn me on so much? She thought to herself abashed at the way her body craved the man's touch while her brain urged her to scale the walls. "Please no.."

The room grew hotter with his impending presence as if it was a boiling cooking pot, and only with that sinister comforting heat did Lily stop shaking. Soothed by his forced touch, she never resisted him as he moved her head around to his liking. Its the smart thing to do. If I suck him off and get him to cum, he's going to be too tired to fuck me. She reasoned with her conscience while her body watched the debate craving to be fucked like a cheap slut. When he started pulling down his pants, Lily's pupils expanded past their regular size. The behemoth man unsheathed a massive cock that made Lily blush just by staring at her. She felt its pulsing warmth as her face was pressed against it. It twitched and grew against her face, and she swallowed. The last of Lily's tears fell from her rosy cheeks and onto the ground as the cock slid between her lips and down her throat. No..

For the first time in hours, Lily was thankful she was restrained, for if she hadn't been, there was no telling what sort of whore she would've become around that man. The drugs had her under a spell. Lust held and tugged at her reins as her body ached to be touched in all the right places. Her sense of shame and dignity dug its head in the sand as the dick dove down her throat. She gagged on the shaft. It stiffened and grew inside her, and once it was completely buried inside, Lily found her nose deep into the man's pubic hair. She inhaled the man's pheromones sending her body to a lecherous frenzy. The walls of the cock grazed her lips and stretched her mouth open with every dip it took until her mouth gave away resistance, and she started sucking. The tables got turned, and Lily succumbed to her temptations. The cock melted in her mouth like salted caramel, the tip oozing her captor's heady precum down her throat. The cock rose, and Lily breathed, and then it dipped, and she choked until tears welled her lascivious eyes again. What am I doing?!

Her face heated up with every plunge the shaft took down her throat. It poked against her uvula in each bout causing her to gag almost constantly. Trails of teary mascara smeared both of her cheeks as Lily struggled to breathe. She clenched her lips around the man's shaft and she sucked, milking the cock as it traveled down her throat. No longer was she begging to be spared. Her pleas gave way to her moans, but the massive cock muffled them all the same.

Her pussy dripped.

Father Figure · Nov 8, 2020

God it was sickening and what made it worse was how much he loved it. Johnny might have been blamed for a crime he had never committed, he might have served time for assaulting this woman’s mother, but he had never done such a thing as what he did now. Years of built up hatred, years of horrid hungers, and countless hours planning what he would do paled in comparison to the sheer ecstasy he felt as he forced his thick cock further down her gagging throat. It was indescribable, the power he felt, the sheer absolute horrible power. This was why men acted like this, this was why they took advantage of women, and he had never thought himself capable until this moment. He had crossed a line he knew he could never come back from, all in the name of vengeance against a woman who no longer lived.

He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined it her, Lily’s mother, the beautiful young girl he had once known and the one who had accused him. His hands tightening in her hair, shivering as he felt the desire course through him, that mammoth prick pulsing and leaking precum down into her stomach. He groaned, his aching need tearing through him as he began to punish fuck her throat. Again, and again he barreled down into her, a relentless torrent into a willing mouth, dreaming of hurting a woman who he could never touch. No, this was the only punishment he could ever levy against the late congresswoman and he hoped she looked down from whatever afterlife existed and watched as her daughter was took his cock like the perfect little whore she was. A slow grinding plunge kept him deep, holding her there as he took all chance of breath away, pressing her close against him until finally he gave a reprieve.

He sneered in his fury.

Pulling that slick cock from her throat was absolutely enthralling, watching the lines of drool still connecting his flesh to her lips. His hands tugged her hair just a little bit, forcing her to look up at him and break her gaze, raising his eyebrows just slightly at her ardor. The drugs had worked far better than he had intended, far better. His words were quiet and playful, almost intimate in the moment, an indulgent sound finding its way into his throat. “Did you like that, Lily? Did you enjoy it pretty girl? There’s so much more where that came from, so much…” His words broke off as he moved her, turning her on the cool floor to press her down, his voice growing harsh. “Shush now, I’ll keep my word, I promised…I won’t fuck you…and no matter how you beg, I will keep that promise.”

He had indeed promised, but the sight of her little rear raised up towards him was more than appealing. He could hardly deny a little peek, now could he? His fingers took hold of her clothing, caressing along the waist band of her jogging shorts, and he gave a hard tug to free her. Pushing them down to her knees, the furthest he could go with how he had her restrained. His fingers came out to take hold of that perfect taut rear, opening her up so he could admire the holes that were there, ignoring whatever noises she might be making. This was it, the first moment, the first touch…and he brought himself forward, brushing that cock across her hot wet slit. A shudder ran down him, needful, wanting to just shove deep…but he kept his word.

Instead he began to rock upwards, pressing between the pert cheeks of her ass, grinding against her soft skin.

Fruit · Nov 10, 2020

Lily started coughing up strings of precum and saliva when her throat was uncorked of the meaty rod. She looked like someone who had just been saved from drowning as she struggled to huff and puff out of breath trying to recover and catch her breath. She wished her hands were free so she could wipe her eyes and chin clean. Desperately, the best she could manage was to swallow repeatedly while her throat tingled in pain every time she gulped down the sinful mixture of liquids. Her welling eyes would rain down tears on her cheeks every time she blinked, and she would have to blink rapidly to clear up her vision as she listened to his taunts. Fuck you.. she mumbled under her breath inaudibly and looked down on her moist loin that stained her pants. He must've drugged me.. She thought as she bent over her stomach in the fetal position, trying her earnest to contain the heat and desire that made her body quake and gush with lust.

Her captor turned her around so her butt rose up in front of him, and Lily inhaled loudly as she felt him caress her curves. He is going to rape me, she acquiesced to her fate as she sensed his encroaching fingers undressing her. Her vagina kept leaking shamelessly. The fabric pressed against her groin was then completely soaked with her essence, her odor escaping into the air as soon as the assailant pulled down her pants to her knees and exposed her ass bare to the air. I will not beg, she promised herself, I won't give him the satisfaction. Lily buried her face against her bound wrists. She bit onto the thick ropes to silence her whimpers and cries. Her eyes closed as her entire face puckered and wrinkled in disgust at the state she had been reduced to.

Her slit gaped and wept at him, then she felt the hefty weight of his shaft resting between her buttocks. Every bit of her wanted to wail at his invasion but she persevered, her lips sealed and refused to let out any sound... until he started thrusting parallel to her butt cheeks. She bit down even harder on the ropes and sunk her teeth through. Her toes curled as the man bucked onto her, his smooth cock brushing masterful strokes against her velvety entrance, and she groaned aloud. She would not stoop to begging for him to slide into her, but moans of veiled approval escaped her lips in a melodic pattern. The purrs got louder with each thrust, higher in pitch, exuded more femininity, revealed more desire, and demonstrated less remorse and dignity. Please fuck me.. she prayed to herself amidst her tears as her cunt smeared its juices all over the man's cock enticingly.

Without receiving an ounce of sexual pleasure for herself, she felt the man spill his seed on her butt cheeks. He's.. done.. She wailed out loud, her cries echoing inside the isolated sex dungeon he had constructed for her. She felt like a toy that was used for another's sexual gratification. Her lips shivered as she contemplated on the salacity that had erupted within her by the man's touch. Goosebumps spread across her backside when she felt the warm salvo brand her cheeks. Heavy and thick strands of heated semen spurted onto her frosting her ass into something that reeked of sex, even though she'd received none of it for herself. She felt as if the man was signing his name on her as his property. Why did I say no..

He had promised he wouldn't fuck her if she sucked his cock, and she mourned her victory.

Father Figure · Nov 13, 2020

He felt sick.

It had been more than just some vengeance that he had found in the moment, more than just some twisted disgusting need to dehumanize a woman in the name of “justice”. It had been enjoyable, it had been pleasurable, and he wanted more. That was what sickened him. His plots and plans had entailed that he would be hurting someone, be punishing them for what they had done to him, and not that he would become the thing that he had been accused of. It had been frighteningly powerful, and he was uncertain if he could ever truly consider himself a human being again. Such thoughts were useless now, not with her laying there before him, vulnerable and shaking with the acts that had been inflicted upon her.

He reached down, taking hold of her perfect ass, spreading it so he could watch a small rivulet of cum dribble down between the beautiful cheeks. He watched as it slid, pooling just slightly on her anus, before continuing to fall along her slit and to the floor below. He was hypnotized as what little light in the room caught the sparkling pearl of his seed, seeing it bead on the ground, and his breathing grew deep as a placidness befell him. It was horrid and he knew, he knew at that moment, that he could never let her go. This feeling, this powerful drive, it was a barbed sickness that embedded itself into his very soul. He could never live without it, not ever, and his eyes widened as he realized how valuable she had become to him in this moment.

His tongue came out to touch his lips, brushing and wetting across them as he tried to regain a measure of control, because in truth he might have answered any request she made at that moment. Anything to have made her happy. His teeth came down, clenching hard, gritting, and making a scraping sound as he ground them back and forth. John’s eyes became hard, almost hateful, at the way she made him care for her…it was not love, certainly. No, it was infatuation and possessiveness and he despised feeling like he would care in any fashion for her. That he would do anything for her. His hand came down, slapping on her cum covered ass, smearing it over her skin and wet cunt, as if dismissing her as a human being. Objectifying what was his.

Straightening the man adjusted his clothing, gaining a semblance of self as he stood up and began to clean. He did nothing for her, he did not touch her, he did not give her reprieve for her needs or the mess he left her in. He merely ignored her. It was a necessity at that point, ignoring her, because if he did not then the rabbit hole was just going to open and swallow him. Finally, though he addressed her, having reestablished the space of her captivity as one that would give her no opportunity to free herself. John would leave no stone unturned.

“I will be back. Rest. You’ll need your energy.”

Those words left echoing as he closed the storage unit behind him, leaving her in darkness once again.

Fruit · Nov 14, 2020

The man had left her to cry and rot alone in her cell like a discarded carcass that had been feasted upon by a ravenous predator. He didn't even bother to cover his crime. She had seen the monster abandon her without a shroud of remorse in his eyes or voice as he left her exposed.

Darkness enveloped Lily. She remained face down, bare, and sniveling. She heard the walls recast the sounds of her whimpers back at her as if they mocked her pitifulness like vicious gods. Cold air tickled her exposed flesh. The threads of semen which had adorned her ass quickly dried to a crisp crust of a crown that prickled with every windy sough. 'I'll be back' were his last threats, she reflected amidst her tears, and the revolting knowledge of his imminent return made her rebel against the ropes that trapped her. Lily jerked and kicked vehemently against her bounds and the bounds clenched back, bruising her wrists into a shade dark enough for her eyes to detect through the gloom. "Help!" she bawled, and the walls jeered in retaliation.

'I'll be back'. His voice lingered in her mind. She heard him around her, sensed him within her, smelled him on her, and, to her disgust, her body craved his presence once more.

Her vagina continued dribbling in the darkness. She sensed the pitter-patter beneath her; the faint sound of the droplets marring the wet concrete. She shook her wrists and winced when they gnawed back. Lily only wished she could relieve herself; to have her fingertips travel up and down against the ridges of her mounds; to have her index rubbing and twisting against her clit; to climax with her lips tightened around her fingers, but the wretched ropes denied the girl her deviant fantasies. Her body ached to be touched. Her pussy had watered the stain on the ground into a puddle of sex whose stench had filled the room. 'I'll be back', she swallowed, realizing his ominous threats haunted her even in his absence, and for a moment she wished the man would perhaps return to fuck her pussy until it would stop drooling all over the ground.

Her vision hazed the more she blinked. A mass of fog obscured her eyes blurring everything into a dark cloud. The drugs had loosened its curse on Lily's body. Her wailing turned into softer sobs, and from then the girl started to yawn as her senses waned. I need to escape.. She rallied her spirits but her knees shook with despair, and she collapsed on her puddle, the liquid tainting her body as she plummeted in disgrace into her pool of lust.

He woke her up the next morning.

Father Figure · Nov 16, 2020

Hateful eyes gazed at himself in the mirror. He had just showered at his apartment, preparing for what was to come today, and he wondered sickeningly what he would find when he arrived to see the young girl that he had kidnapped. He knew though, he was not an idiot, he knew what he was going to find and already he rummaged around in his mind to figure out what the fuck he was going to do. When he would decide this was all over and it had barely just begun. Worse though was not what he was going to find when he saw her, worse was going to be what he found inside of himself. The lust that she already instilled, the terrible thoughts of his hands upon her flesh, and what he was capable of doing when he had the chance to abuse someone. He had thought he was the good guy, but no matter how he tried to spin it, he was the villain.

Maybe though the villain could show some kind of compassion. All morning as he adjusted himself, as he perused the news to make sure that there was still no potential lead regarding her having gone missing, he was considering what he had done and reconciling it. Compromising with himself. That was what he was doing, compromising with himself. Sometimes you just had to do so, had to maybe justify what you were planning, and today he justified what it meant to be a human being. He doubled down on the idea that anything he was doing was just to keep her properly hygienic, to prevent her from growing sick or having medical concerns. It was easy to convince himself it was all part of his role as her captor.

Truly though he just wanted to be nice.

He wanted to feel magnanimous, he wanted to feel like he was a hero, not some kind of monster who could do this to a woman. He wanted to ignore how hard he got thinking of her dripping wet cunt, how badly he had wanted to ram inside of her, and maybe if he could just show a measure of gentleness he could avoid facing what was going to happen. He wanted to wait until later, wanted to have the cover of night, but guilt forced him to drive out there in the early morning. Opening the storage unit to pull in a heavy cart, loaded with cleaning supplies. The lights were turned on and he ignored her as he relocked the door and sat everything out for her to see in a nice, neat row.

A basin, a bucket, several jugs of water, cleaning supplies for any mess upon the floor, and shampoo and soap. Finally, was breakfast in a sealed tray placed upon the table. He gave her a slow glance, looking over what he had wrought, before finally speaking. “I am going to untie you, clean you, and give you a chance to relieve yourself. If you fight me, then you go right back in your bondage and left for another day. Think you can keep yourself from trying to make a break for it…Lily?”

Fruit · Nov 16, 2020

Lily woke up to a world of suffering.

As soon as the light kissed her eyelids they fluttered open. The trussed woman blinked slowly as she eyed the man enter the room and lock the door behind him. She looked up at her trussed wrists and shuddered at the shades of purple that marked where the ropes had pressed and snapped. Beyond the purple bracelets, discoloration morphed her arms into a ghastly paleness that gave her the look of a wraith. Dark rings had formed around the eyes that stung every time they blinked. Thin crimson lines ran through her scleras in an intricate network that surrounded her weary brown pupils. "I-" she tried to talk, but her throat was too dry and she was forced to swallow.

Lily instantly accepted she was too exhausted to put up any semblance of resistance towards her captor. Her body was beyond enervated. Her arms felt like foreign objects that were glued to her body and rejected her commands. She coughed to clear her throat, and her head pulsed in pain. "I'm not going anywhere." She finally managed to pledge in a hoarse voice. "I can't." She added, before she leaned back against the corner of the wall to rest her semi-naked body. It seemed that at that point being naked in front of the man who'd assaulted her was the least of her concerns. Her head swam as she tried to rest and let reality sink in, for it seemed too melancholic to fathom. Am I really being kept in a sex dungeon? When is dad coming?

Lily had white speckles dotting up her thighs like some kind of leopard. The semen had dried up completely overnight and turned into clots that spread randomly on Lily's body and the ground beneath her. Her tears had dried up on her cheeks, and tinted by her mascara, painted rills on both sides of her face. An even larger stain was made underneath her by her own juices that had leaked brazenly throughout the night. Those had also dried up on her skin forming nodes of flaky webs around her waist. The odor that emanated from Lily had encased the room completely, and even Lily wasn't immune to sniffing her overwhelming scent. She could feel the damp pants sagging around her knees, reeking with her smell, and for once she wished she was completely naked.

"I can't feel my arms" she informed him "I don't think they've gotten any circulation for hours". Her voice became brittle as she muttered her plea. "I promise you I won't run or scream for help. Please.. I beg you.."

Perhaps in her earlier moments of pride and feigned strength, Lily had made an oath to herself that she wouldn't show the man any weakness, but she was past the stage of clinging to her ego. Every joint in her body throbbed with pain and misery. She found it difficult to even turn her face with the way her neck begged to crack. Her stomach growled revealing her hunger as she bit her lips in frustration. Her mouth became more arid the more she talked, and her throat twinged whenever she tried to utter a word. The man had observed her frailty, possibly reveled in it, and had been privy to her carnal desires and needs. It seemed hypocritical for Lily to attempt to hide any of that behind her ego.

Father Figure · Nov 18, 2020

Her compliance made things far easier on him than he had anticipated. She was young, true, but she had been put through something that very few people could ever imagine. It was the kind of thing that would scar the soul, the kind of moments that would ache for life, and Johnny felt the briefest of sympathies as she begged him for help. Pleading with him for kindness. It reminded him of those desperate nights when had had cried into the pitiful excuse for a pillow they had given him in prison, laying on the bottom bunk and shivering after what he had suffered. His jaw clenched at the weakness inside of him, the sheer hatred that he felt at the mere thought of those nights, and he turned to look away from her as he composed himself. Could this kind of monster feel kindness for her? He gave a harsh command that came out far less cruel than it should have, as much of a plea as her own words.

“Enough.”

It let him gain a bit of his demeanor back as he cut the ropes that were upon her. He had brought far better equipment for her next section of captivity, something that he would reveal to her soon enough, and for now she was finally free of the rough strands that had bound her flesh. He knew she would be afraid though, who would not be, and he reassured her with almost a softness in his voice as he came near and cut her loose. He could see the pain she was in, the suffering, and once he was done, he spoke with quiet thoughtfulness. “I know, I know you’re scared. I really do. I know what it’s like to be frightened and wondering what will happen next. I can tell you if you just obey, if you just let this happen, that you’re going to be all right. I am not a killer.”

Something inside of him quailed at the thought, wondering if he might be just briefly. He had not thought himself a rapist, but he was. Now he had to face what he was going to do with her once this was all over. He squashed the idea as he put the knife back upon the table near the door, far away from where she was, and he returned to her. Strong hands came down to remove the last bit of her clothing before he began rubbing her extremities. His fingers deeply massaging her numb arms and legs as he spoke again.

“Lily, you’re going to be scared, but you get used to it. You really do. It becomes…part of you. Now, after yesterday you’re going to think that nothing can make you feel better, but, I tell you…once you get clean, once you step in the water and feel it…it will be amazing. Nothing in your life will feel as good as the moment you wash away what has happened.”

Fruit · Nov 19, 2020

He was comforting her.

How could he? Lily's eyes widened in bewilderment as the man treated her kindly. She listened attentively to his placating words and felt a strange sense of serenity befall her. "If you just obey" she nodded at his doctrine docilely, "I am not a killer". The words rang truer the more her mind pondered on them. He had not yet killed her. He had not even hit her or yelled at her. He'd made a promise not to rape her if she would pleasure him with her mouth, and he saw his promise through. The facade of this man being a wicked fiend who would recklessly rape and murder her in a ditch was shattered in minutes. Why is he comforting me? Lily wondered as this man shed the coat of a demon and wore that of an angel. "Okay" she sheepishly responded to his instructions as he freed her of both the ropes and clothes that confined her.

Lily instinctively lowered her arms on her lap and felt the blood slowly course through. Her barren arms gradually sprung back to life over the course of a minute, and a tear of joy almost escaped Lily's eye. She started rubbing the palm of her hands to massage them while the man massaged her numb legs and feet. Her face was a fusion of shyness and confusion. "T-thank you" she spoke once more in a brittle voice that seemed on the verge of breaking into tears. She couldn't comprehend the man's benevolence but she liked his halo better than his horns. She laid there naked as the man resurrected her limbs back to life, realizing more and more that she grew comfortable with being naked around this man, and that him touching her legs and arms didn't make her shudder in disgust.

"I ne.. I need to pee.." she confessed as a pink hue flashed across her face. The man gave her a curt nod and pointed his face towards a lidded bucket that he'd brought for her. Lily stood up for the first time in an eternity, and took in a breeze of freedom before she waddled to the bucket, still reeling from her restless sleep. She looked behind her and saw the man had moved to the other corner of the room and avoided direct eye contact with her, giving her a sense of privacy which Lily instantly appreciated.

As she relieved herself, Lily gathered her wits and started thinking more clearly. The man seemed sympathetic with her torment. It struck Lily as the pinnacle of hypocrisy. It was as if this man had killed her and then held her a funeral. But he is so kind! She shook her head in perturbation. The voices in her head bellowed and argued at one another, and Lily found herself doubting reality as she glanced over her shoulder to see him standing in the corner, pretending to look away. Is he gaslighting me? Is he not the same man who'd kidnapped and assaulted me yesterday? Did the drugs screw my memory? She wasn't sure what to believe anymore, and more than anything, she needed clarity in her life. The beast in front of her seemed gentle and generous in comparison to the predator that had ravaged her body the previous night. His words felt sincere. It was as if he genuinely cared for her wellness. But why? She speculated. "I am not a killer". His words echoed in her head. She turned her wrists around, examining the purple marks that seared whenever she poked at them.

"How do you know what's it like to be scared?" she asked before she stood up and closed the lid behind her.

Father Figure · Nov 19, 2020

As she began to urinate, he kept his arms crossed, as if he were defending himself from the truth of what he was doing, but sometimes the most horrid men were the ones who were the most sympathetic. He was resolute in what he was doing to her and no amount of kindness or compassion as going to stop him from the end product. The only thing changing in his mind, the only thing adjusting, was the fact that she was showing some kind of curiosity and connection. Maybe he could go about this differently, maybe adjusting course and breaking her could happen in far more interesting ways. It was like he was turning over a jewel in his mind, examining it for cracks that he could exploit, and as he did so he hardened his heart. He would not falter, he swore it to himself, he would not fucking falter. Why then did that promise sound so false?

Touching her had felt good though. It had felt human. More than just sexuality, it had been intimacy, and even more than that it had been reliance. She relied on him, for her safety and her security. She relied on him for food and for health. Little did he know that he needed such reliance. When had he been responsible for anything after he had been arrested? When had he had an obligation to another human being for the long years he would spend behind bars? There had been no reliance, no need for the wretch that he was. It made him feel strong, it made him powerful, and that was worthwhile to the man.

Would he ever let her go?

Once she was finished, he moved over to properly cap the bucket, twirling the lid to lock it in place and moving it back over to the door. Once done with that task he brought the basin into the center of the storage room, beginning to trudge back and forth with jugs of clean water to fill it. It would not be warm, but it would be something she could clean herself with, and as the water sloshed down into the plastic material, he gave a slow sigh and finally began to speak to her. It was the first time other than reassurance or commands that he had said something, anything. He was not about to tell her yet who he was or why, anonymity mattered, but at least he revealed something of himself.

“I was sent to prison as a young man, eighteen. I was innocent, but everyone in prison is innocent you know…except for those who gave up long ago. Those motherfuckers own what they did. Anyway…let’s just say when you go like I did then there is no coming back. I’m white, so I’m a target. You either join with the Aryans or you get killed by the Black Guerilla Family or the Mexican Mafia. Or any other fucking group. Nights are hard there for fish, they like to bait you, see who they can get to kill themselves. Weakness pays, trust me, you’re not the only one who got their mouth fucked the first night in captivity.”

He frowned at himself, a small snarl clearing away his confession before he gestured towards the half full basin. “In you go.”

Fruit · Nov 20, 2020

He's been assaulted before. It all made sense now. Lily watched intently as the man revealed his desecrated past to her. He feels genuine empathy. She immediately deduced as much, and found it within herself to feel sympathetic to his sorrows even after all he'd done to her. These acts of kindness he was extending towards her were born of out remorse. He must feel guilty over what he did to me, She guessed, why else would he comfort me? Lily's confidence in her theories got more solid the more she analyzed the events unfolding around her. "I am not a killer", he'd promised her. No, no you're not. "I'm so sorry you've been through all of that" she said earnestly, lowering her head in front of him, more mortified over his own past rather than the transgressions he'd inflicted upon her.

"Good. You deserve to be. It was your mother who sent me there."

"Oh.." the revelation came as a shock to the young streamer. Mom got an innocent man jailed? Lily was never close to either of her parents, but she knew people admired her mother's work in congress. The media celebrated her as a champion of human rights, who'd spent years advocating for equality between the various racial demographics in the state, as well as pushing for reforms in the judicial and penitentiary institutions to expunge systematic racism and mistreatment of inmates. Learning that her late mother had crippled a young man's future with a heavy sentence for a fabricated crime he did not commit made her doubt everything she knew about the deceased woman. If he was actually innocent. "I guess that explains why you kidnapped me." To take it all out on me.

She stepped into the basin. Her feet plunged into the water and she winced. Cold. Nevertheless she bit on her lips and submerged her entire body into the cold water, and watched as its level rose up to her neck. Lily had to bend her knees up and place her arms on her chest to fit herself inside the vessel, and immediately she found herself missing her own personal bathroom in her father's house. There, she could sprawl across the bathtub and still have ample room for another person. Often times she'd fill it with hot water and lay in it for hours, soothed by the drizzling shower and rising vapor all around her. The mist would fill her bathroom and thicken the air well enough for her singing to sound like Ariana's. She wished that she was there; that all of today and yesterday was some sort of lucid nightmare that would cease to exist as soon as she would rouse awake.

The cold water feels real enough, She told herself. Her immersed body shivered, while the exposed flesh flared with goosebumps. The hair on the back of her neck stood in attention, and her nipples quickly hardened by the cold. Only after a minute did she grow resistant to the chillness, and her body stopped shivering. I need to clean myself. I'm sitting in a tepid pool of my own filth. With that she started rubbing her legs and waist clean. The flaky translucent clots quickly dissolved into the water, while the thicker stains required her to rub her skin to scrape off the white taint. She cleaned her feet, the backside of her legs, and then her inner thighs. "Mmm" a faint, almost inaudible purr escaped her lips when her fingers accidentally made contact with her neglected labia. She bit her lips in embarrassment, hoping that her captor didn't hear her.

When she was done washing away the sins from her lower body, Lily started splashing handfuls of water onto her chest. Her hands moved around her mounds, cupping and cleaning their sides and undersides of her tits carefully, trying her best to seem more practical than erotic. "What do you plan to do with me?" Lily asked but wasn't optimistic about receiving an answer. If anything, she merely hoped her question would distract the man from leering at her. She wondered if his wish to enact vengeance on her was some sort of cosmic karma at work but she doubted fate dealt with such iniquitous scales.

Father Figure · Nov 25, 2020

She might have tried to keep herself from exposing herself in a sexual way, but that made it eve more erotic to watch her struggling with the situation she founds herself within. The horror of the moment was surreal as it fell upon him, John moving back just slightly to leave her alone in the water, and to say that he watched her would have been to misunderstand completely the emotional flavor of what was happening inside of the man. The water beading up on her shoulder, trickling down the skin of her back, and the swell of her bosom hidden behind her arms as she turned her body was exquisitely intoxicating. It was artwork, a sculpture given life, and he idealized the young woman in the moment. A featureless goddess washing her alabaster skin all for his viewing pleasure. There was no doubt now that he could ever let her go, he just had not come to terms with what it would mean. He needed to have her in his life, he needed to have her in his life.

It was possession.

A slow shuddering soft sound came from his own lips, a barely heard fervent sigh underneath the sound of her sloshing in the water, and for the moment they both ignored one another’s emotional arousal. He had heard the noise she made, she certainly had heard his own, but they did not speak to it. Her words deserved a response and he moved close in the dimly lit storage shed. There was a pause behind her, his features calm, before he reached to take the rag, he had given her to work with. He dunked it into the water, swirling it around, before beginning to wash her back slowly. Aiding in her cleaning. He did not say anything at first, just thoroughly rubbing along her skin.

He knew she would not jerk away from him; fear would be a powerful reminder that he might not brook disobedience, but had he even hurt her? Admittedly he had not hurt her, but he had abused her, and that would be one and the same. Was he even capable of causing her true suffering or was that something he had compensated for with the use of the drugs? That answer was something neither wanted to test. His voice was quiet as he replied to her, honestly speaking. In a way it was far harsher a moment than if he had left her in the dark, setting up the future of what was going to befall her. “I think you know, Lily. There is only one reason you could be here. If I wanted to hurt you, I could. So, you are here to pay for what your mother did. By being what your mother was not.”

He gave a quiet pause in his actions before whispering. “Lean your head back and I will wash your hair.”

Fruit · Nov 26, 2020

Lily felt the man's hawkish gaze piercing through what little remained of her modesty. She watched him approach her with steady steps that echoed in the room and made her freeze in her basin. Her exposed shoulders shivered as the dew around the valley of her collarbone evaporated under the cold air, while the submerged portion of her body sat comfortably in its false sense of privacy. Lily remained still as the man circled around her and begin to scrub her back with a rag. The soft texture felt relaxing against her even softer skin. Cold water ran down her back in gentle streams. He's cleaning me.. She pondered, perplexed and fascinated by the duality of this man. It spoke volumes to the hardships he was made to go through, and affirmed Lily's intuition that contrition was the main motivator behind the man's nature that vacillated between that of a callous monster and that of a friendly saint.

She listened to his answer and learned immediately what she was to him. A prize. She was his outlet to satiate his yearn for vengeance. In no way was this fair towards her, but Lily understood that similarly, nobody, in court nor prison, listened when the man claimed innocence. His sense of justice was crippled and Lily knew she couldn't appeal to that and yet, in a bizarre way, Lily felt sympathetic to the man and his past plights. This man was made into a monster, she concluded, through no fault of his own. He's been imprisoned and mistreated. Revenge made him seek me out but now.. he's.. attracted to me, and he feels tangible guilt over what's done to me. He is not a killer, nor was he a rapist.. The realization struck her. They made him into one.. this poor man..

She leaned her head backwards heeding his commands. Due to the small size of the vessel, Lily had to shuffle in position. Water thrashed around her as she maneuvered her body forward. Her neck rested on the rim of the basin making her hair flow outwards while her entire legs dangled from the opposite end. Both of her arms rested awkwardly on top of her immersed chest and thighs, barely covering her erect nipples and vagina. Her body shook nervously as he washed her hair as if he was holding a blade to her neck. "What is your name?" She swallowed, and he ignored her question. Lily's neck stiffened in discomfort as the man tenderly washed her long hair. She felt the water soak her hair and add to its weight as it cascaded down the tub, and then trickled water on the ground like a soft waterfall.

After she was done cleaning, he handed her a towel and joined her in patting herself dry. Next, he gave her fresh clothes to wear. Scrubs, like a prisoner. She sighed, unsure if the choice of clothes was an ironic coincidence or an intentional, subtle hint at his plans involving her. Or maybe he's reminding me of what my mom did to him. Lily found solace in discovering that the garbs fit her like a glove and felt comfortable. I'm finally clean and dressed. She breathed an air of relief. Turning around to face her captor, she eyed the plate he presented her. The chemical smell filled her lungs in an instant.

No.

"My name is John" he offered his name and the cursed oatmeal in one combo. Lily froze in her spot as painful memories of the drugs flooded her mind and made her stomach churn. She thought back of foul taste and smell, the insufferable way her body sweated and leaked, and the pathetic state she was reduced to in front of this man. "No. I can't. Not again" she fired the three quick sentences in rapid succession with a voice that trembled with a tremor of horror. I can't give you the satisfaction. She swore to herself. Despite sympathizing with the John's past traumatic ordeal and understanding the motivation behind his villainy, she did not want to feed into it by awarding him what he sought from her. I want to fix you, John. She stared into his eyes for perhaps the first time since they'd met, you poor soul. She sighed. Giving you what you want here will make you do it again. "I am sorry, John." I need to show you there is a better way to handle things. "Please.. Can I please have normal food?"

Father Figure · Nov 30, 2020

He flinched. It was a subtle motion in the man’s features, a hint that maybe she had struck a chord with him, and that was perhaps a victory for the young girl and a disastrous failure on her part. To have him reach out to her, to have him offer himself, and then to rebuke him with the question was to rebuke him completely. His actions, his purpose, everything that he was. He had shown her kindness, offered her his name, and had aided in showing concern for her well-being. All for what? To be denied by her. Admittedly it was reasonable for her to deny him, admittedly it was something that made sense, but the truth was that Johnny was hardly the kind of man who could rationalize that in the moment. She was correct, he had been made into a monster and while it might deserve sympathy it certainly did not deserve forgiveness. That monster was a man of conflicting emotions, twisted uncertainties, horrid fractures of personality, and she had just stomped one of those cracks with her denial.

He looked down solemnly at the tray he held, his eyes quiet as he just stood there in front of her, but that subtle flinch and the emotional resonance of him had changed the entire dynamic between the two. Now he showed nothing but a cruel coldness, having locked away the emotions which showed her concern, as if he had reached deep within himself and shoved it all back into some hidden closet. His jaw tightened, the outline of his features hinting at the starkness of his own wellbeing. When had he last slept properly, when had he savored a meal, and when he had felt anything but his own horrid bleak landscape? The truth was it had been with her, it had been in their lust and in their gentle moments that he had felt something beyond the dull ache of his life of vengeance.

His voice was soft as he whispered. “No.”

With that professionalism, cold and calculated, was exactly what she endured. He took no liberties, nor did he brook disobedience as he reasserted dominance in the moment. Brutish hands put her back into her bonds, ensuring with certainty that she was once more kept in her proper place on the far side of the room. Any words of mercy, any pleading, fell on deaf ears as he did so. Afterwards came the plodding and purposeful act of repacking everything he had brought within him. Water, Soap, Bucket, Tub, Cleaning Products. They all went back into the large cart he had with him before ensuring the floor had nothing left upon it.

All except the tray of food, that tray rested nearby on the floor and once he was done with his custodial duties, he picked it up, casually walking over to where he had her safely kept. His eyes searched the area for a moment, considering what he would do next, plans forming in the back of his mind but for now he merely placed the tray near her, and he spoke calmly. “In case you change your mind.” It was all he said, all he needed to say, before he left her once more to her own devices. Clean, captive, and alone during the coming evening.

Fruit · Dec 1, 2020

The one time he'd enthroned her on a seat of power, she repaid him by rejecting his gifts of goodwill. The man's face crumbled into stoic features. Any trace of kindness or gentleness was gone the instant she refused the food he'd presented to her. A downpour of guilt descended upon her as she saw it on his eyes; the look of betrayal. I'm sorry, her eyes whispered to him as the kind man proceeded to tie her back to the way he'd found her in the morning, after the evil man had pillaged her body the night before. Lily bit her lips as she felt the coarse ropes slither and wrap around her wrists. "John, please no..", she begged but to no fruition. The man continued his job unimpeded by her pleads, and then took his gifts away, locking the door behind him.

I did the right thing. She was convinced she'd made the right decision by not submitting to her captor. Her feeling of compunction came from the way she'd conveyed her wishes to John. Maybe there was a gentler way, she postulated, maybe I could've been nicer to him. The drugs were malicious but John wasn't a malevolent man. He's a troubled man who'd suffered enough. He'd already shown to her he had the emotional capacity to display empathy, and I answered his penance with rejection. I should've shown him a better way.

The humbling silence of the room consumed her. In the corner of her cell, Lily laid alone like a crucified saint. Her stomach roared as if to admonish her for her choices. She peered at the plate John had left for her. I'm not going to eat it, she vowed, and decided to mend her exhaustion with sleep. The morning light was still filtering through the room from the gap under the locked door. There is an entire world out there, she pondered, and I'm trapped here in this room. The frightening reality of the situation was slowly dawning on Lily. Its been two entire days since she's been kidnapped! Why hasn't anyone come for me yet?! She swallowed with difficulty. Dad, where are you? Her eyes filled with tears again as she realized her loneliness. The only man who knew where she was had just abandoned her and left her alone and lonely. Lily screamed for help then sobbed for a lifetime until sleep silenced her.

Lily woke up in pitch-black darkness. Sleep had proved a terrible remedy for hunger. "How long have I slept?" She asked no one. Her stomach barked at her. The line of light that shone under the door was extinguished. It must be midnight, she theorized, and her stomach concurred. She blinked in the dark and her eyes readjusted to the gloom, more and more details of her cell coming into view. The rim of the plate on her right glistened almost imperceptibly without a source of light in the room. She figured some distant street light was vaguely reflecting off the matte ground from under the door onto the plate giving it its ominous sheen. Even with her hands tied behind her back, John had placed the dish at a spot to her right where Lily could reach with her hands if she turned her body away from the plate then writhed her wrists to the side and outwards. The fabric choked her hands in defiance of her movement. Lily bit on her lips and continued pushing until she could feel the base of the plate against her fingers. She curved her fingers up and slowly retracted her hands, slowly dragging the food towards her.

Its cold, she immediately noted the second indicator of the time passed since John had left her. She turned around to face the John's goodwill that rested a mere foot away from her, now in full view in the dark. Is this a bait to some sort of trap? She considered, or is this.. an olive branch? She wondered. "I am not a killer", the voice still rang in her ears. Lily threw her neck back against the wall and sighed deeply, wondering if she was going to regret her choices. Her stomach whined at her indecision. Its growling sounding thunderous in the dark, and Lily decided she needed to eat. If John is going to beat me up tomorrow, I'll need the strength. She bent over, her knees supporting her entire weight. I don't need to eat all of it. She dove down for the plate, her face pushing against the oatmeal. The drugs will probably pass before John gets here. Lily opened her mouth and started eating like a cat out of the bowl. The mushy food felt dry against her lips and chin, and most of her bites fell back onto the plate. Instead, she poked the oatmeal with her tongue, and then found it more efficient to use her tongue to scoop the cold food into her mouth.

With an empty stomach it didn't take long for the spell to activate. She'd eaten half the plate before she felt her head spring out from its grogginess. Details and items further in the room materialized in her view. Her heartbeat skyrocketed, and within a minute her forehead, hands, and feet were all coated in sweat. She coughed and threw her body away from the damned plate, landing on her stomach. She flipped her body around and quickly felt it: the wetness. Her clit begged to be touched under her scrubs. The edges of her cunt twitched against the moistened fabric while she turned her body to face the ceiling. A moan escaped her lips. Fuck, I wish he tied my hands the other way.. she bit on her lips as her pussy continued painting a wet stain on her groin, proclaiming her lust for the world to see.

The door to her cell rattled open an hour later.

Father Figure · Dec 5, 2020

His beautiful Lily.

He had not expected to begin thinking of her in that way, a territorial possessiveness that bordered on the mad, but then again what had he expected to truly happen? He knew though, he had expected to abuse the young girl and toss her to the side once he was done. Like she had been garbage, some insignificant cunt to be destroyed for all the world to see. He had put planning into the endeavor, he had put his heart into every moment, and when finally faced with what he was doing he had come face to face with himself. A man who was willing to hurt another human being, a man who was willing make someone pay the price for a crime they had never committed, and a man who was unwilling to let her go. That was the most dangerous aspect of what was happening between the two of them. He was most certainly, most definitely, unwilling to let her go. If that was the case, then whatever the hell was he going to do with her?

The long drive back to the storage was one that he fretted over that morning. He had left her on the cold floor, alone and begging him for a merciful reprieve, and he had ignored her completely in the process. His jaw tightened as he remembered her using his name, the sound of it upon her lips, and part of him achingly wondered if he could ever forget such a sound. What would it have been like if those words had been spoken in kindness? What he would give to have his name said in loving adoration but her sweet voice. It caused his heart to ache and he knew, he knew deep down he wanted to apologize to her, but he never could have brought himself to do so. One hand slammed down against the wheel of the car as he blinked back tears, a man hating himself but resolved to what he intended to do.

The door opened and he found her there, having pulled herself over to get the food he had left so temptingly nearby. There was something quiet in the way he looked at her, knowing the way she must be feeling, and he felt his stomach tighten with his want for her. The door shut, leaving them in the dim darkness of the room. This time he did not turn on the lights, letting the silence speak for itself as he took a few steps towards her. His body was on fire already, feeling himself harden at the thought of having her, but there was more to it in the moment. He wanted to have her as his. He wanted to have her tell him that she needed him, that she wanted him.

That she loved him.

John had never been touched by a woman other than his fumbling days of youth. He had found his way into prison and been denied such affections. What must it be like for a grown man to never have a woman wrap him in her embrace? The loss of intimacy, the loss of love, the loss of everything he could be when a woman gazed upon him. Who knew the kind of man John might have been if he could have been cherished…as he cherished her? It was a sickening twist of his emotions, it was not true love but infatuation, but it did not change the face that he needed her. There in the dark he leaned down towards her, the hunger evident in them both, and he kissed her lovely lips.

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