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The Silent Treatment (Ryanmo97 x GuardianAngel)

Rylee eventually finished the soup and water, and was watching as he was leaving the room, taking the table and chair with him. Although she found herself a bit frightened when he returned with a knife. Well that was one way to get her heart to start racing, yet it seemed that he was just free her from her binds. A shock to her yet she wasn't going to argue with it at all. She was free from that chair; and was a bit grateful that he had helped her up from the chair, although she was never going to admit it. Her whole body was numb from sitting for so long in that chair, and now she was sitting on the floor. Well that was a bit better, for the most part. Her wrists were throbbing and she was noticing that she had managed to cut herself a bit trying to get out of the ropes.
 
Travis left her alone until the next morning. The new clothes he had bought for her had arrived. He couldn't wait to see her in them. He didn't know if she would like them but he didn't care. If she didn't like them then she could just go around naked and he'd be fine with that. He waited untll he could see in the cameras that she was awake. He walked in the room with a bowl of oatmeal and some orange juice. He sat down next to her and handed her a note. It read…

If you let me feed you and rub your breasts through your clothes while I do, I will take you to the shower room, so can get cleaned up and I have some clean clothes for you.

He waited for her response. He figured that she would want a shower.
 
Rylee had eventually ended up falling asleep, not really seeing the point in trying to remain awake. There wasn't anything to do in that room at all, so sleeping was the best option at that point in time. At least the room wasn't freezing; although it didn't seem like long before she was waking up and soon after she was waking up, he seemed to be coming into the room. Oatmeal and orange juice was for breakfast it seemed and there was a note; which had her reading it. "Not like I really have any choice in the matter." she was mumbling as she folded her arms across her chest; being mindful of her sore wrists.
 
Travis took her response as an okay so he started to feed her. As he did, he rubbed breasts, over her clothes. Once the food was all gone, he helped her to her feet. They walked across the hall and into a shower room. There was a glass shower stall with soap, shampoo and conditioner. There was a clothes hamper for her to put her old clothes in. There was a table with some clean clothes. A blue button Up blouse, a black pleated mini skirt, a blue bra, matching panties and a pair of black Mary-Jane flats. There was also a chair. He sat down and waited for her to start.
 
Rylee finished the food, managing to bear with this man touching her, even if it was through her clothes. It still made her want to shiver, and she had to wonder what was wrong with this man. Obviously he had a few too many screws loose if he thought that this was acceptable. Eventually she was getting to her feet and walking with him towards the shower room, albeit she was a bit unsteady at first. Downfall of having been sitting for so long, but it didn't last for long at all. Her eyes were flickering towards the table that had some clothes on it before she was looking at the glass shower; then at the chair. Evidently he was going to watch her shower.... wasn't disturbing at all. But she would deal with for the time being; eventually he would end up majorly regretting his actions.
 
Travis just sat in the chair and waited for her to start stripping. He crossed his arms across his chest. He wasn’t going to leave. If she wanted a shower and some clean clothes, she would Have to deal with him watching her. He didn’t care what she thought of him, he was in charge and she would have to follow his rules. If she tried to make a run for it, she would be punished.
 
Rylee was just looking at him for a moment in time before she was just letting out a huff and in the end she was merely deciding to shower. Nope she would just pretend that he wasn't there at the time. Oh her thoughts towards him weren't anything close to pleasant, and she was murdering him a few times over in her mind as she stood under the hot jet of water. Easy enough to shower with her back to him the entire time at that point in time.
 
Travis had to admire her ingenuity. The only part of her naked body he got to see was her ass, and it was a very nice ass. But, he didn’t mind. At some point he would get to see her naked and he was willing to wait. He just sat there and waited for her to finish her shower and get dressed.
 
Rylee finished showering and was grabbing the towel so that she could dry off. Easy enough to do and she could easily get dressed as well without him seeing much of anything else well. Nope she wasn't all happy about having been kidnapped, or the fact that he was doing any of this. But what else could she do at that point in time.
 
And so for the next week, he set up a pattern. He would visit her three times a day to feed her. He decided to let her eat herself while he rubbed her breasts as she ate. After breakfast, he would take her to the shower for a shower and clean clothes. The clothes were the same every time. A blouse, black pleated mini skirt, bra, panties and black Mary Jane flats.

After seven days of this he decided to test her. After her shower, he didn’t take her back to her room. He took her too a room that looked the same as the old one except this one had a bed. He walked her over to the bed and they stood next to it. Then he kissed her on the lips and started to unbutton her blouse.
 
A week had gone by and Rylee had slowly found her will to actually fight back against him beginning to disappear. There was no speaking to him... more like there was no him speaking to her. Merely silence. The only communication that he offered was through actions or notes, but other than that he never verbally spoke to her. It was beginning to get maddening, and she felt like her sanity was beginning to slip. About the only time that she saw him though was when he came to feed her and take her to shower, otherwise she was alone in that room. Definitely enough to make a person slowly begin to slip into a downward spiral of insanity, not having really any interaction with anybody else other than.... well routine actions.

Although it seemed like this day was a bit different, after the shower she wasn't being taken back to the room that she had been staying in. No this time she was being taken to a different room. A room that had a bed in it, which had her already internally knowing where this was probably going to end up leading. His lips were pressing against hers and soon enough he was going to unbutton her blouse, yet she was drawing away from him. More shying away from him out of anything. Not out of fear, not out of disobedience more about of.... discomfort. "Y....You can't...." she was whispering in a low voice, just wrapping her arms around herself.

Usually Rylee was a confident woman although she didn't seem to have much confidence at that point in time; the fighter that she had been had definitely seemed to crumble away. Now she just seemed a little more delicate.... and a shell of who she had once been. And she was scared of what was going to happen, perhaps because she knew nothing about this man. "Please talk to me.... I can't take the silence....." she was speaking in a soft voice.
 
Travis was a little upset at first when she said that he couldn’t. But he could tell that she wasn’t trying to be disobedient. He could sense that her tough exterior was starting to fall away. Then she almost begged for him to talk. He quickly wrote a note. It read…

If you let me make love to you, then I will speak and answer all of your questions.
 
Rylee could tell that he was a bit upset although it didn't seem like long before something dawned on him. Before long he was writing out a note, which had her reading in. Well there was hesitation from her when she read what he had to put; how he would speak if she allowed him to make love to her. Hesitation more out of fear than anything; not that it was her first time or anything.... but it was her first time with a stranger. She was looking away for a brief moment in time before she spoke in a soft voice "I...I...If you are gentle."
 
Travis nodded and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He then removed the rest of her clothes. Once, she was naked he took his clothes off, Giving Rylee her first look at his hard 9” cock. He then laid her down on the bed. he climbed on top of her and kissed her on the lips. As he kissed her he rubbed her breasts.
 
Rylee felt like she was going crazy actually allowing him to touch her in such a manner, but it was better than this silence. All the time; every single day. It was maddening! Honestly while only a week had gone by she felt like it had been so much longer than that, there was no sense of time in that little room. She was alone until he came in with food; there was no way for her to see what time it was or anything. Soon enough they were both naked and she found herself letting out a small breath that she never realized that she had been holding. For whatever reason.... she was scared. Perhaps because she knew absolutely nothing about this man at all; which made this encounter even more terrifying. And she was more afraid of what was going to happen in the future.... such as if she ended up getting pregnant. What would happen then?

Her eyes did end up taking in his figure when he stripped down and then she found herself laying on the bed, his lips against her and his hands were rubbing her bare breasts. A strange feeling, considering she was more so use to him touching her through her clothes.
 
As he continued to kiss her and play with her breasts, his right hand started down her body. It slowly moved down her body to her pussy. He slid a couple fingers inside and started to play with it.
 
Rylee found herself give a startled squeak when his hand was sliding down her body, and soon enough she felt a few of his fingers sliding into her tight pussy. Not something that she was unuse to yet at the same time.... it had been a while since she had done anything with a man. And half the time she was working so she didn't really have much time for herself, yet again she preferred being busy.
 
Travis continued to kiss her and play with her breasts and pussy for several moments. Once, it seemed like she was starting to get wet, he repositioned himself. He put his cock so it was just touching her pussy lips. But, he didn’t enter her yet. He looked at her, as if he was waiting for her to continue.
 
Rylee was just squirming a bit under his touch; her body just reacting to what he was doing to her. Yes she was beginning to get wet yet that didn't necessarily mean that she was enjoying it at all. A natural reaction. Yet there were conflicting feelings running through Rylee at that point in time. One part of her was enjoying it... it was attention, it was love, it was something to help with the constant loneliness that she had been suffering from. But at the same time she wasn't enjoying it; just because she felt like she didn't have a choice in the matter. There was a small hint of fear in her eyes when she was looking up at him as he was pressing his hard cock against her pussy. "You have to keep your word though. That you will talk to me after this..." she was speaking in a low voice.
 
When Rylee reminded him of his promise, he nodded. Then, he pushed himself into her slowly. He wanted her to enjoy this. He pushed himself as far as he could, then he slid out of her, then back in. He started a nice steady pace that he hoped she would enjoy.
 
Rylee was just looking towards him for a moment in time before she was looking away. There were tears that briefly formed in her eyes when he started to push inside of her. While she wasn't even close to a virgin, she wasn't sure still how she felt about this at all. But she was mentally telling herself to relax, to calm down. That being tense wasn't going to make things better at all; which just had her closing her eyes for a brief moment in time to try and get herself to relax. Well he was being gentle and hadn't just pushed his way in right off the bat. Her eyes were reopening after a brief moment although at that current point she didn't seem to feel anything; perhaps just adapting to what was happening. In her mind this was still rape... sure she had said that she was willing to sleep with him but at the same time... It wasn't truly something that she wanted. She felt as though she didn't have a choice in the matter, and felt as though saying that yes was the safest option. Yet given time this was more than likely going to be a thought that changed.
 
Travis moved in and out of her. He didn't want to just fuck her, he wanted to show that he did care for her. As he made love to her, he kissed her softly on the lips. His hand alternated between rubbing her nipples and breasts; and running his hands through her long blond hair. He loved her hair, he wondered if she would let him take care of it for her. But that would be a question for later, for now he just enjoyed being with her and he hoped that she was enjoying it as well.
 
After a bit, Rylee had taken to relaxing a bit, giving into what this man was doing. And while her mind was screaming at her that this was rape, that she was needing to fight back.... she didn't. She found herself giving a soft moan after a short bit, and she was just arching up into him slightly. Over the past week she had grown use to him touching her breasts, fondling them, just holding them. It had become a normal thing, although feeling him rubbing at bare nipples was a slightly different feeling. An enjoyable feeling to say the least. There was just that strong hope that he would keep to his word, and there was that strong hope that.... he would start trusting her enough to not keep her locked up in that small room all the time. Even being unable to leave the house at all would be a better alternative than being locked in that room all the time.... all alone.
 
He kept moving in and out of her and rubbing her breasts. He moaned as he felt his orgasm build. He knew he was close. He hoped that she was reaching her climax as well and he wondered if she was fine with him finishing in her.
 
Rylee found that familiar feeling of pleasure building, and whether she was wanting to or not, a soft moan was falling from her lips. Yet even if she hadn't been willing, it would have been a normal bodily reaction at that point. A small whimper was following, although it was more one of pleasure if anything. While she was internally uncomfortable with him finishing inside of her, she was wary of voicing it. So far he had been kind but who knew if that would disappear if he didn't get his way. No she did have to continue to tread carefully.
 
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