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Walking After Dark (sugarplum and rekoj)

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A yawn broke through Katy's lips as she walked slowly down the sidewalk on a long stretch of darkened road. The only light was the light of the moon, hazy and obscured with clouds and pollution, casting a dull yellow glow like a tiger's eye.

Katy had night classes, she was in college and found herself stretched thin between working two jobs and school. Her schedule was jam-packed, and getting home at a decent hour was nothing short of a joke. Sighing, she slung her book bag over her left shoulder, her mind going over what she'd need to do before she let herself go to bed. Homework, a hand full of chores, picking out her clothes for the next day... oh, god forbid she forgot to drop off the rent check.

I'm really beginning to regret electing to live on my own...

It was a chilly night, spring was slowly coming but the air was still cold and the ground hard and frosty at the late hour. She was wearing black denim jeans, and a red corduroy jacket over a lace-trimmed tank top, looking pretty and reasonably warm. Her long red hair was loose, fluttering around her face and down her back as her bright blue eyes stared straight ahead, hard with concentration, and unaware of the dangers she should have been alert to.
 
Today was finally the day.

She never noticed him, he fit in so easily in the crowd. When he wanted to, he could look like an absolute nobody in the blink of an eye. His well-defined face could become easily forgettable when he disguised it with the generic brown lifted bangs look, a pair of glasses he didn't need, and a book he always kept up. He had been expelled from classes a few weeks ago, his life seemed to be taking a turn for the worse. An absolute genius, who never bothered with effort in anything, Finn had been lucky to find a place for his talents a few days after his expulsion. Even the mafia needed somebody to do the books, somebody to secure places, somebody who could work a computer like an expert pianist could make a piano sing.

He wasn't thinking about his good fortune to find a place where he could make money, no, with this new opportunity had come a new location for him to live in. He was off the grid, nobody knew where he was, within the forgotten industrial part of the city. He could take her, he could take her and nobody would know. Nobody else in class would notice him not showing up anymore, they'd notice her... but they'd never find her. And she'd be his, the beautiful girl in the 3rd row, 4 seats over. Her gorgeous long red hair, her tight body, her mysterious blue orbs, oh how Finn longed to look deep in them... and he knew that he couldn't live much longer if he didn't get to.

He was clad in a pair of dark blue jeans, with a black wool vest over a horizontally striped green/grey sweater, dressed for the warmth as he made sure not to lose her from his eyesight. He followed her home from class, keeping his distance, watching everything around him, watching where the other students walked until she finally made it to where he needed her. He was meticulous, had followed her a few times before to get his plan sorted out. He had parked far from school today, walking to school so his car would be where he needed it. She was here, alone, she was his prey in this moment and he stalked her like a tiger crawled upon it's prey. Slowly stepping closer and closer from behind, until finally... he was ready to pounce.

A strong hand grasped a hold of her hair, clenching a fist and tugging as he went to turn her around. Finn prided himself on being the brains at his new work, where other people were his pawns and they would be his muscle for him. This didn't mean he was weak, he kept himself strong for these instances, for when he had no choice but to be the muscle. As he turned her head around by yanking on her hair, he brought his other hand straight over her mouth and went to cover it from any sound she would make. As her body turned with her hair, he prepared his next move in accordance with what he thought she would do. He'd figured any woman he went after would go after his groin in self defense, though in case she truly knew what she was doing, he watched her hands to keep his eyes and throat away. As she turned he took one knee and decided to turn the tables on what he assumed she may have been planning in her panic, sending his knee up into her groin with a quick motion.

He brought his lips to her ear as he remained with his leg pressed forward between her legs, "Scream, I'll knee you again, try and scream again, I'll be forced to choke you out. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, but either way... you're going to do this my way, and you're going to come with me."
 
Katy hadn't seen it coming, but when she suddenly felt the contact- her hair stood on end and her body instantly triggered into action- her muscles tensing and reflexively her legs and arms kicked out- seeking contact with him, any part of him, to do some damage so she could break free. But he was several steps ahead of her, and his anticipation of her struggle worked well for him- preventing her from kicking him where it hurt, and her nails from digging into his face like they had flailed around attempting to do.

The snatches of his visage she got amid her struggle.... were not familiar to her. Though he had been in her class, there wasn't a shred of recognition in her eyes even when he finally had her pinned- gasping and crying- on the cold concrete. Katy felt winded and terrified, those bright blue eyes staring up at him as he leaned in to whisper threats to her.

But even though she was scared, Katy was not going to give in this easily- even with his assurance that he'd hurt her, she started to scream "Rape, rape!" like she had been taught, her voice shrill with terror as the cry dragged out and raked through the night air.

Someone must have heard her, right?

Yet her face was frozen with alarm as she waited for the promised pain, only hoping that someone would come to her aid before he did any real damage, but her screams would not stop until he silenced them himself. Katy knew if she was not saved now, she probably would never be. Like everyone else, she'd heard the stories of girls going missing... and oh, how rarely they ever came home...

Katy didn't want to be one of those girls.
 
His hand quickly went for her mouth, trying to cover it as he followed through with his promise by slamming his knee right back into her groin again. He had gained the upper hand, and he would not lose it now. He took his knee and rammed it a few more times up into her crotch, oh how he hated to cause her pain. He needed to though, he needed to cause her pain, he needed to cause her extreme pain, he needed to cause debilitating pain that would stop her struggle. He needed to cause her so much pain she would give in, and he pressed the advantage he had. He would've go for her blue eyes, but he wanted to look into them earlier, he would've go for her lovely throat, but he would never forgive himself if he damaged the way she spoke, or more importantly... the way she moaned. However, he doubted a few knees would pale in comparison for what he had planned for what lay between her legs for later.

He wished there were a prettier way, a way that wouldn't tussle her hair so, a way that wouldn't cause her such duress. If only she knew what was coming, what he would give to her, she would follow him to his car willingly once she understood the pleasure he was capable of.


"Oh no, this isn't a simple rape Katy, you are mine now, and I will have you on your fucking knees begging for it by the time this night is through, just because of what you won't want me to do to you. This is going to be rough," he continued, his voice escalating from a whisper into an animalistic growl as his left pressed down hard upon her chest. His fingers feeling her breast with a spread hand as he pushed down to fight her struggle. His glasses fell off, but they were only plain glass anyways, not affecting his eyesight in the. With his hands still busied, one trying his best to silence her, the other trying to keep her still (and enjoying the feel) he had no choice but to send one last hard knee into her abused crotch, trying his best to cause her to break, to cause her to give in so he could transport her without anymore screams.

"You don't understand the situation Katy, you've got one last chance to give in and come with me peacefully. Then I'll have to bring out the tazer, the duct tape over your lips, which I don't want to have to do. Hell, if you come with me now nice and easy, I might find the time to let you make a phone call goodbye to some people from your old life. After you come with me Katy, you'll see, it'll just like being born again. Now doesn't that sound fun? Come on, up we go, let's give it a try."

He'd wasted too much time, and so he stood up quickly, pulling her up by the shoulders as he tried to drag her underneath one arm, the other still trying to clamp over her mouth, untrusting of what she may attempt, not sure if she would follow his orders or not. Only a few minutes off the side of the trail he had parked, in a parking lot for a small trail that was usually only frequented by people in the daytime. Most people had learned that night-time in this park, was not a safe time to be there.
 
Pain made stars dance before her eyes, and muffled sobs escaped her lips as she slowly started to go limp. But she wasn't giving up yet, just going still so he would drop his guard- before she plunged into struggling full force again, but he seemed to be ready for it whether or not he was surprised by it. Tears streaked her moonlight-pale skin, her vision blurred with them as she felt him start to pull and drag her... Katy didn't make it easier, but all the struggling and screaming had taken a lot out of her already.

The adrenaline, which had been there at first to kick her into action- was quickly depleting. He'd caught her at such a vulnerable time, when she was already exhausted from a long day of work and school. Her energy was just gone at this point, and while her screams steadily grew hoarse and her kicking and flailing arms grew less frequent and weaker... it didn't look like she'd break easily. It was only her physical limitations that inhibited her now.

This man is a psycho... even with his glasses off, she didn't recognize him. Though with her tear-blurred eyes, that was hardly surprising. She tried to bite the hand clamped over her swollen mouth to make him let go, but the effort was rather wasted since what she could do was little more than a pinch with his strong grip. He had a lot of stamina and strength, and though she didn't know it, he'd probably made sure he'd gotten plenty of rest for this moment to make sure he was in his prime.

What she did recognize.... was that he knew her name. He'd spoken it, so familiarly, as if she should know him too. And not just once, either. It wasn't a guess, it wasn't on a name tag or anything. Who was he? And if she knew him, then why didn't she recognize him? And didn't that mean that someone else might remember him hanging around her? The gears in her mind whirred wildly while she thought, as he dragged her she tried to trip him by stumbling awkwardly and forcing her leg to kick at his knees.

Being 'born again' did not sound fun, and with each passing moment her fear only grew. It didn't sound like it was going to be just one nightmarish night, but several, maybe going on forever...
 
He walked with her until he reached his two-door inconspicuous Toyota, a beige corolla, which simply once again faded into the other cars in traffic. It was not his goal to stand out and be noticed by people, but instead the exact opposite. He needed to become invisible in plain sight, and his vehicle showed that. His fingers kept an iron grip on her face, ignoring the bite she attempted to get free. He didn't slow down or show any signs of pity for the pain he had just caused her, instead walking at a brisk pace and making sure she kept up.

He reached the trunk, and lifted it up. "I'm sorry Katy, but you've shown me you are not capable of following orders yet; that's not a problem for me... I understand you may need some time to learn. But for now, I can't risk losing you. You've missed your chance to say goodbye, but don't worry," he finished, his tone becoming unsettlingly light and comforting. He took his hand to her back, rubbed down it once and smiled as he kissed her ear before whispering into it, "You won't miss it at all, you're going to learn to love every moment, you'll see."

He picked her up and carefully placed her into the trunk, being cautious with her head to make sure it didn't bump anything. As soon as she was placed, he had the trunk closed and was back in the driver's seat in a flash. Checking all around the car for witnesses, and his mirrors for anybody else in the empty lot, seeing it was all clear.. he finally smiled. Today was finally the day.

The drive was half an hour, give or take, and when he arrived he again wasted no time in getting to the trunk. He was like a machine running on clockwork, every movement was thought-ahead, everything prepared for. He had a room for her ready, a diabolically designed living space for her. He had not taken her for a night, he had taken her, the most beautiful girl at school to be his for as long as he saw fit. He drove his car into the warehouse he had taken as his home by the docks. 20 years ago, this city had had a booming industrial district, however, with a rival city growing larger and larger very close to the south... the business had faded. Left were rows upon rows of blocks of empty warehouse buildings, the slums of the city, his home. The mafia ran the underworld from here, he knew he'd be protected with his new job, he knew he'd have everything he want.

Now he had her, that was the easy part, the hard part was making her understand how much she should want him. But he'd show her, and the thought brought a smile to his face as he clicked open the trunk and warmly greeted her, "Hey Katy! How's it going!? Little thirsty, little sore? Hope you didn't bump your head too much onto the drive. I'll get you some water in a bit, why don't you be a good girl and follow me to your room? Or do I have to carry you?" He had spent many hours on this place, making it a living space. The warehouse was gigantic and open, but as he offered her his hand out of the trunk it became evident he had parked them beside a few doors. One of the doors simply had a knob, the other, was locked from the outside. He turned away from her still in the trunk and walked up to it, confident the warehouse was sealed at every exit and even if she ran she had nowhere to go and nobody to hear her. "If you run, you will not make it far. Trust me on this one, it would be a lot less painful for you if you just followed me."
 
"Get away from me..." she whimpered hoarsely, definitely aching all over- her muscles stiff from the long ride in the trunk. She was curled up in the fetal position, and felt that she couldn't move even if she wanted to.... and she most certainly did. Why should she just take his word for it, that it'd be pointless to run? How could she just lie there and let him do as he pleased? Katy was quite a sight, with her bright red hair tumbled about her face and her milk white skin decorated with bruises from being jostled around and struggling.

"People will look for me. They'll find you." she insisted, though her voice was low and weak- she was confident of that fact, sure that she'd be saved from this psychopath. Life just couldn't be this cruel, right? Her faith was strong and she felt like that would be her protection. Even if she did have to suffer tonight, maybe the next.... there was no way that this could go on forever. No way she wouldn't be found...

Her eyes cast around wildly, as she started to pull out of the trunk- taking in her surroundings. She didn't know where she was, she had never really been to this part of town- she'd always been a bit seclusive and never got out much, and it wasn't like there was anything to do in this dead, dangerous part of the city. But she could see no way out, not yet.

"What are you planning to do with me, you sick fuck?" and this of course, coming from a girl who probably had cussed less times than she could count on one hand in her entire life- Katy was a very sweet natured girl, but terror was certainly bringing out another color in her and she'd do and say things she never normally would if it meant she could get away.
 
"The name's Finn, you can call me that if you like... at least for now, eventually we'll get you calling me Master," he said with a bit of a wry smile as he stared at her when he reached the door. Only one light was on in the warehouse, hiding what was in the dark all around them, as he had planned. She would barely see this room, anyways, "Come on Katy, I've worked very hard on this, and it's all made just for you," he spoke as if this was not a kidnapping. He spoke as if she was an old girlfriend coming over for a visit, a long-awaited guest.

He switched the lock and with one hand shoved open the door, not really caring if she tried to run or not for the moment. Inside revealed a very normal looking bedroom, with a large, luxurious bed. The sheets and blankets all appeared to be new, or at least very close, everything inside was very clean. There was a black carpet upon the floor, which contrasted nicely with the red sheets and blanket set. He stepped inside and urged her to follow, "Come, come, come see what's in here." Inside of the main door was the bedroom, and on the opposite side of the bedroom was another door. However, on the west wall of the room there was an open doorway. The room it led to was pitch black, and it was truly the masterpiece of the work he had put into this place.

However, he'd save that room for later, instead pointing at the door across the room, "That leads to your bathroom and a small kitchen and dining area. You'll find the fridge is stocked with good food, and I'd be happy to show you to cook if you don't know how. You don't need to worry about a thing now Katy... you're here now. Now there's only one more thing I need you to see in here." His voice was inviting, almost with a call to it, like a master calling for a lost pet on a walk. He turned and urged, "Come here Katy, unless you want to have to be tackled on the concrete out there and dragged across the floor... why go to all of that trouble?!"

The little 4-room ensuite was almost like somebody had taken a floor out of a townhouse and teleported it to this warehouse. It was surprisingly... normal, except for the hidden dark room. The bedroom had a dresser, with a few basic extra items of clothing, a spare T-shirt of his and gym shorts he hoped would fit her. There were few decorations, but many places for them to go. Neither of them could see the kitchen, but he knew the work he had put in, it had been a pet project at first. He had wanted to design his own living space, but as time passed, and classes went on... he knew there was only one person that belonged here. Her.
 
"You're delusional, I'm never calling you.... that." she snarled in reply to his introduction. She had teeth, and when she was threatened... she used them. "But whoever you are, you're going to get caught. You're not going to get away with kidnapping me!" ... and whatever else he planned to do. Leaning onto the car for support, she watched him unlock the door and step into the building, beckoning her to come in- with threats, of course.

Katy decided she didn't want to get tackled again... she hurt enough as it was, limping slowly over to where he was. What she wasn't all that threatening... just a regular looking living space, the only irregularity she saw being the psychopath standing in it. What was it he wanted her to see. The girl's body was shaking with fatigue and fear, her slender frame tensed up and her arms crossed tightly across her chest as she kept as much space between him and herself as she could get away with.

"Oh, he definitely wasn't all there, this psychopath... but there was little she could do now, she was hurt and exhausted- limping a bit with all those knees he'd slammed between her legs. Of course she was hurting! Men didn't realize that a good kick there could do a lot of damage, a woman's clitoris sensitive to pleasure as well as pain. Being jumbled around in a trunk didn't do much good, either.

Katy didn't notice the hidden dark room, a little preoccupied with the situation to be paying too much attention. He still hadn't told her what he was planning on doing with/to her, and her imagination wasn't really twisted enough to have a clear idea. She just knew this was bad... very, very, bad...

"I just want to go home. If you let me go, I won't tell anyone..."
 
"But Katy, don't you understand?" he questioned as he closed the door behind her, taking out a key and locking the door, trapping her inside with him. "You are home now."

He smiled at her as he walked to the darkened room, reaching inside to flick on the single dim light in the room, hanging from the center of the ceiling. What it revealed, there was no other word for it, was a dungeon. There was a wooden bench, chains hanging from the wall, a black dresser which contained God-knows-what, as well as a set of shackles dangling from the ceiling. The walls were still bare concrete, the floor the same. Still, it was evident he had put effort into this room, just an entirely different kind.

"Now Katy, it's time to break you into your new home, it'll take some time of course, you're strong willed... I always could tell that, even if only by the way you walked. I've always known that you would be mine Katy, always," he spoke matter of factly as he walked back to the woman in the locked bedroom. There was truly nowhere for her to run or hide now, and his eyes gleamed with a sickening lust as he smiled, finally looking straight into her bright blue eyes with his damaged green ones.

He stepped up to her, and put his hand on her shoulder, his hand clenching into fist and gripping her brown leather jacket as he took his other hand and began to slowly zip the jacket down. "You see Katy, it'll take a while, but you'll love me, don't you worry about that. You'll live to serve me, and you'll love every second... I know it's all confusing, and it's a lot at once... but there's no time to waste." His hand had finished unzipping her jacket, and he tossed it to the side quickly. His hand went to her shoulder and took a tight grip on the exposed flesh, as his other hand went to grope one of her breast with spread fingers, squeezing the soft mound gently, "It's time to truly make you mine."
 
Katy definitely didn't understand- but the dungeon did start to clue her in. Every muscle in her body was taut as she looked at that room of horrible, horrible things. Terror was all too apparent in her eyes, yet his psychotic gaze just gleamed with lust and glee- proud of himself for the private hell he'd concocted for her.

"Now it's time to break you into your new home," a chill ripple through her, her eyes snapping to meet his rather than looking into that horrible darkened room. What did he mean 'break'? That word sounded anything but pleasant, and the ideas that crept into her mind were less than reassuring.

When he stepped up, and his hand touched her shoulder, she instantly jumped away from it- moving back until she was flattened against the wall, as far from him as she could possibly get without magically walking through the wall, or even becoming the wall... oh, she just wanted to escape him! But she couldn't. Watching with a frozen expression of horror as he began to zip down her jacket, revealing her pretty lace-trimmed tank top.

Feeling his warm skin on her own exposed flesh made her whimper, jerking awkwardly in his grip while the flats of her hands pushed up against his chest, trying to get him away from her. While she was distracted by the more innocent touch on her shoulder, his other hand found her soft, firm breast. Katy was very well developed; her breasts were large enough to fit into his hands, but small enough to still be perky... but they were treasures that he was not welcome to touch, and in retaliation she swung a kick at his groin with a loud cry.
 
He'd been ready, he knew it was coming, why wouldn't it? She still didn't want him, not yet, she didn't understand why she should. He watched her eyes carefully the whole time he felt the mound upon her chest, trying his best to read her. He saw it coming with only a moment to spare, and his block hadn't been as effective as he'd hoped. He bowed over a little bit, let out a low groan as he clenched his knees together to slow her foot down as it came up and impacted against his groin. His low groan kept going, until it began to rise in pitch and he chuckled with it. He laughed and grinned as he looked at her, "Feisty, always fun, but you've made a big mistake..."

It hurt, yes, but he had managed to make it much less effective than she would've hoped, and he knew exactly what he'd do in revenge. His hand gave her breast a rough, hard squeeze with intentions of hurting before he pulled it back. He clenched his hand into a fist, and feigned a headbutt, thrusting his forehead forward towards hers in a snapping motion. His head stopped within an inch or two of her face, his eyes large up in hers as he looked into hers and smiled very quickly. His clenched fist launched itself into her crotch yet again, if that was the game she wanted to play he'd be glad to oblige.

"Oh Katy, if only you could do this the easy way-well, actually... that would be a lot less fun for me. Come on, let's get you of those clothes and get you ready," he said simply as his hands quickly gripped two fists into her tank top and began to rip it left and right. He did not plan on taking this off easily, he planned on tearing it off of her body, and with the way he got his body weight into his shaking, left and right it was truly only a matter of time until he was holding the frayed clothing in his hand.
 
His hit made her scream in pain- the area was already tender as it was, without him abusing it further. Tears sprang back into her eyes again, and she sobbed as she uselessly kept trying to push him off as he ripped at her clothes- the thin white fabric ripped easily, exposing her white lace bra and her tight, toned torso.

Her fears of rape were certainly being confirmed- an idea that horrified her beyond all logic. Yet here he was, enjoying her struggles and taking pleasure in how scared she was! Wasn't the normal response to feel a little pity and guilt, at the very least?

Her black eyeliner was smearing up a bit, discoloring her tears as she looked up at him with rather swollen eyes. As much as she wanted to look away, she couldn't- feeling trapped into his green gaze like they were tractor beams.

She tried another approach- struggling was painful and useless, and while she didn't stop.... she tried to appeal to him instead. "Please don't.... please don't hurt me." she begged, her voice rather thick with her throat tight. "Please just stop. You don't have to do this..." begging was beneath her, but then again- so was being stripped and raped by a psychotic stranger.
 
"Yes Katy, I do, if I want you to be mine... and I've always wanted you to be mine, I have to do this. Now, it's up to you to decide how this is going to be," he spoke as his hands matter of factly darted around her back and unhooked her bra, quickly pulling it off and tossing it to the side. He stepped back to inspect her topless form for a moment, smiling as he looked at her body with a lick of his lips. He pulled off his own shirt in an instant, revealing his toned torso before stepping forward again. He pressed himself closer to her this time, one of his hands going down to her jeans and beginning to unbutton them.

His chest was right close to hers, his left hand groping at her breast again, his thumb finding her nipple and beginning to roll sharp circles around the sensitive bud. His fingers clenched onto her jean's zipper as he began to pull it down all of the way to the bottom. He slowly took his hand and began to pull her jeans down, making every movement slow and deliberate, taking his time and enjoying every second. "Remember, I am in control here Katy, me. And it is me who determines what you get, with my hands, I have the ability to cause you great pain," with her jeans around her knees now, he stopped tugging down with his hand and sent a quick sharp smack against the crotch of her panties. He kept his hand against her though, after the sharp smack, and he began to rub slowly up and down, "But I also have the ability to give you great pleasure..."
 
When he unhooked her bra, she gasped- feeling the fabric restraining her breasts pull away, causing them to bounce free as he pulled away and pulled off his shirt- she refused to look at him, keeping her head turned sideways deliberately now... her bright blues just bored into the wall, intensely, like maybe with just her will they'd catch on fire and she could make her escape.

Katy could feel the heat of his body as he leaned back in, their chests almost touching- but she kept shrank back against the wall she'd trapped herself against, willing him not to touch her. Willing wasn't enough, because left breast was quickly imprisoned in his hand with a touch was was, surprisingly, not painful. But her unwilling emotions and distress would now allow it to feel good, either.

When his free hand went for the zipper of her jeans- panic bubbled up again, a fresh wave of adrenaline shooting over her as she started to squirm. But he got his way, and rewarded her efforts to struggle with another smack where she was already hurting.

Now her thin frame was only clad in white lace panties, and jeans uselessly at her ankles. Her white form was trembling from head to toe, fatigue and fear, all too aware of his groping hand- her nipple grew pert under the stimulation of his thumb, and her tight core was actually rather soothed by his rubbing. That felt good... wait... no it didn't! None of it felt good! She hated it!

Katy couldn't even muster up the energy to respond to his words, as much as she disagreed with them.
 
He smiled as he could tell her body was starting to turn on her underneath his manipulative hands, he would get what he wanted from her, and he would have her begging for it by the time it was said and done. He continued to rub against the panties, pushing his palm hard against her tender slit through the fabric as he rubbed and rubbed quicker and quicker. Abruptly, he stopped, and when he did he wasted no time in crouching to his knees so he could whip the panties down to where her jeans were.

She was exposed for him now, entirely, and he stepped forward, pushing himself even closer to her as his right foot pushed down on her panties and jeans, pushing between her legs. "So, you're going to have to tell me Katy, what is it you want...? Is it pleasure?" he brought his hand to her exposed slit now, rubbing it quickly up and down with his palm. He took two of his fingers and violated her, pressing them into her for a moment before pulling out at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Or... do you want me to cause you more pain?" He reminded her yet again what pain would feel like, bringing his hand back and slapping it against her pussy hard. He pulled it back and threatened again, his other hand taking her by the chin and forcing her to look him in the eyes as he smacked her slit once again. "You tell me, the choice is yours... there's nothing more than I would love to do than take you back to that comfortable bed and fuck you there, or..." he turned, keeping his hand pressed against her crotch, eyeing the shackles as he turned, "I may have to tie you up and show you just how far pain can go. Now tell me how badly you want me to fuck you."
 
"I don't want to!" she screamed with all her might, but the words still came out as little more than a harsh whisper with her hoarse throat. "Neither, neither!" a few feel-good rubs weren't going to break her, nor a few smacks even if they did hurt. Her entire body was burning hot with humiliation as she found herself completely revealed to him, the skin flushed bright red.

"Just stop it! All of it!" and then she broke down into incoherent sobs, squirming uselessly again, though she didn't try to kick and scratch at him which was a start.... even if only because she didn't have the energy. His touch was only leaving her body confused, switching back and forth between pleasure and pain. It was overwhelming in her current state of distress, she didn't know how much she was going to be able to take!

She begged some more instead, knowing she could tell him something that might make him change his mind. Maybe. Her hopes were already rather extinguished and deflated as it was, since her prior begging had done little more than cause him to go off into a rant about how he was her master.

"Please, please, please don't" she managed to sob after a long string of incoherent cries. "I'm.. I'm.. a virgin!" this was no lie either, and perhaps he might have guessed this- but even a psychopath like him should understand that raping her now was nothing short of evil!
 
"Oh. Well... good," was the only response he gave to this admission.

He didn't care at all about her struggle, her breakdowns, her fighting ways.. he had expected it all. This, he hadn't expected but he welcomed it as good news. He had hoped, but such a good looking girl like her, he was a realist, and he figured somebody else would've claimed this prize before him. However, with this news in mind, he dropped to his knees and offered the girl a hand up.

"I wouldn't have expected that, or else my tactics may have been a bit different. I suppose you were waiting for a prince to come horseback to take you away and make this the most magical moment of your life. We can still do that, come with me, and I'll carry you to the bed. If you don't accept my offer this time, it will not come up again. This is your last chance at something less violent than the shackles, I'm going to have sex with you either way... and you'll enjoy it. But if you want a chance to define how your first time goes, this is it." He took her hand and looked into her eye, that cold man that had been him disappeared for an instant and he tried to connect with her. Whether it was part of a ploy to confuse her with kindness then bring back the evil, even he wasn't sure.. but he at least this time acknowledged the girl said something.

"Last chance Katy, if you don't take my hand in the next three seconds, you can say goodbye to the idea of a bedroom altogether."
 
How could she bring herself to agree? It was going to happen... she knew that now, but to consent to it in any shape or form, even if it made it better- she just couldn't justify to herself. Giving in just wasn't in her nature, and she just couldn't let him win yet. But maybe she could use this to drag it out, increasing her chances of being saved before anything happened to her.

"No..." she whimpered, pulling her hand back- not a reaction she had expected on his part... her body curled up tight in the fetal position on the floor as she tried in vain to hide her body from his eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest and pressing her thighs so close together they might join together permanently. Her tangled mess of red hair obscured her tear-stained face. "I can't... I can't do it. Not now. Not yet. I'm not ready." oh, for him she'd NEVER be ready.

"If I must, can't we... can't we wait awhile?" she pleaded with him, though kept her eyes fixed on the floor. "So I can.... get used to the idea?" maybe this would work, but her trembling frame betrayed how little hope she had. But this man's warped logic might just accept the idea, giving her time to escape with her virginity in tact. Or, her pleading past his '3-second deadline' would make her loss even more hellish than she had ever dreamed it could be.
 
"If I don't follow through with my threat Katy, you'll never take me seriously. This is the way it has to be. Be strong girl, it's no fun if you give in yet," he leaned down and picked her up quickly, taking her torso and lifting it over his shoulder. He carried her further into the dungeon, placing her down roughly, the strong sawhorse-esque bench between her legs as he let her weight drop. It was obvious he was going to be abusive from now on, she had failed to pass the test, and he couldn't let her control him with her sobs.

His expression was emotionless, still working like a machine, still everything planned. The fear, the breakdown, both possibilities he had accepted. It was obvious he could find no way to drop the idea of fear without her trying to take control. So he had to go the other route, he had to make her ride the fear. He had to keep her scared, keep her body excited, keep her on edge as to what would come next. He took her hands, and began to lift them over her head towards the ceiling shackles, "I have a few icepacks for you for when it's time to go to bed. I hoped you would listen to reason, but you've put me in a tough spot. Your shoulders are going to be sore from your arms being above your head for a while."

"However, it's not going to be your shoulders you're thinking about." He began to shackle one of her arms in, systematically fighting and feigning away from any attack she made. He shackled her next wrist in, "This won't be tender, gentle, or loving. This is going to be brutal, this is going to take you right to your limits. But by the end, I promise, you will be screaming my name." He stepped behind her and wound up a smack to her exposed rear end. He had paid close attention to her height, and his estimate had been right. At her most upright, her toes just barely touched the concrete floor, the shackles kept her arms above her head but she had a little room to lean her torso forward or back.
 
Of course she fought tooth and nail, realizing how she'd damned herself to lose her first time in the most brutal way possible. It wasn't something she could ever forgive him for, and rape was unforgivable enough without his added cruelty. Though she attempted to claw, kick, hit, and bite... her blows were all apparently quite predictable to him, and before long she was secured awkwardly to the shackles & painfully perched on the horse-like structure, trying her best to keep upright so the wood wouldn't bite into her already bruised core.

It was too late now, to change her mind- but even with the option, she wasn't sure she could. The idea of willingly spreading her legs for this monster as abhorrent as the torture he probably had planned... but Katy didn't know what he had planned. Her innocence had been no lie, she didn't have the slightest idea what went on beyond the traditional 'missionary' position between married couples. Katy wasn't married, and since she was rather old-fashioned like that it seemed like a no brainer to remain chaste.

"You think torturing me is going to win me?" she sobbed, shaking her head as she kept her body rigidly straight, jumping a bit when he spanked her- humiliated, and in increasing amounts of pain the longer he kept her there. "I'll never forgive you! I hate you! I hate you forever! Go to hell!" yet her anger was overpowered by terror and pain, and it showed in her voice and the increasingly pale pallor of her skin. Her entire body was shaking, adrenaline only giving her enough kick to scream while her body was too exhausted to do much more than hang there, letting herself be supported by the shackles in such a painful way with the wood biting into her, much of her weight pushed upon it.
 
He smiled as he watched her in pain upon his wooden sawhorse invention, walking all around her and giving her other bottom-cheek a quick spank. "Oh Katy, torturing isn't going to win you, but it will break you instead. You had your chance to be won, and you threw it away. You'd best remember that, you'd best remember that you had your chance. Tell me Katy, do you want off this? Because the only way off is through me, and it's only going to get more and more painful as time goes on, eventually you're going to have to ask me for something... at least, ask me for something besides mercy and pity."

He approached her from behind, taking his right arm and wrapping it around her torso from behind, going up to her chest where he began to feel her breast, his finger and thumb giving her nipple a quick pinch and tug before pulling back. He began to rapidly flick it now instead, as he pulled her body weight into him and began to kiss at her neck, slowly playing kiss after kiss into the soft skin of her nape. His left hand, meanwhile, had found one of her legs and had begun to slowly stroke two of his fingers up and down her soft inner thigh. He smiled as he brought that hand very slowly up and down her inner thigh, eventually taking his hand and bringing it to her slit.

His hand searched for her clit, finding it with his index finger and beginning to roll it in soft circles as he pulled his lips away from her skin but kept his hot breath raining down upon the soft flesh. His voice was warm, inviting and low as he spoke this time, entirely changing gears on the poor girl, "Come on Katy... it's not so hard to ask me for something. You'll find a pretty reasonable guy with time, you just need to swallow that pride and ask me to let you off. I know it can't be very comfortable for you, and I know you're scared that I'll say no... but... you should consider giving me a chance. After all, I am a man of good taste, of every woman in our class, in our school... there was no better pick than you."
 
"How can you expect me to give into you? Why couldn't you just..." she sobbed, yet it sounded almost like a laugh- tinged with delirium. "Ask me to the movies.... bring me flowers..." the idea of him doing anything normal was bizarre and impossible at this point, but yet his obsession with her left so many questions posed. And speaking did help distract her from things she wished wasn't happening, drew a little attention away from the sensations- both pleasant and painful- that his hands and doings caused. She focused on his voice, her own words, to help stave off the darkness that threatened to cloud her completely. And maybe, just maybe, stall what was unfortunately rather inevitable at this point.

When he stepped behind her, she couldn't help but twist her head back to try to watch him, wanting to at least be aware of what he was up to- but she couldn't look everywhere at once, and she could only get peripheral vision of his movements... she couldn't twist her neck like an owl, after all. Each touch as it came, even when she saw it coming.... made her jump and yelp like she'd been touched with a hot poker, whether it hurt or not. The direct contact was frightening, there was nothing she could compare this touch to... how violated she felt... the closer he got to her slit, the more tense and apprehensive she became, unable to help but to look down at herself, watching his hand helplessly as he caressed and stroked her- making shudders shoot up and down her spine as unwilling pleasure set in.

"Come on Katy... it's not so hard to ask me for something. You'll find a pretty reasonable guy with time, you just need to swallow that pride and ask me to let you off. I know it can't be very comfortable for you, and I know you're scared that I'll say no... but... you should consider giving me a chance. After all, I am a man of good taste, of every woman in our class, in our school... there was no better pick than you."

"You'll just make me do something worse if I ask," she sobbed- there was no degree of trust between them yet, how could there be? Yet even Katy had to admit that him pulling her weight up against him did relieve a little of her pain... even if the feel of his skin against hers made her want to claw off all her skin just to get the scent of him off her. Terror was such a maddening thing, and hers was potent- poisoning her mind, creating a cornered animal out of her. The change of tactics only left her more confused and frustrated, because she didn't know which part of him to expect or believe.
 
He kept rubbing her clit, faster and faster, as his finger and thumb gave her nipple yet another pinch. He twisted his head and brought his lips closer to her ear, nipping at her earlobe once before he spoke, "I've never made you do something worse my dear, I've always offered you a choice and so far you've always chosen the hard way... why is that? Why don't you let yourself get off easy for once? I hate to see you make yourself suffer more Katy, if you'd wanted to, you could've been lying upon a luxurious bed, with me kissing all over your body, moaning and moving your hands and legs freely. But no, you chose this... you chose pain." He pulled his hand away from her body, letting her remain aroused, abruptly stopping the rubbing he had been giving her, abruptly pulling his hand away from her chest and his lips away from her neck.

He walked over to the large trunk, quickly latching it open and pulling out a blindfold from within it. "But now, you won't even give me a chance, you won't even ask me nicely when it was in your best interest to. I hope you'll learn this time that when I give you an opportunity, you should take it. Not only will you not enjoy what comes next, you'll never know what's coming and when." He walked behind her and wrapped the blindfold over her eyes. He tied it behind her head, giving her red hair a tug to get her leaning back on the horse, no longer offering his body to lean against. "Remember Katy. You chose pain. You chose this. You could have been feeling pleasure..." he started, walking around her so she could follow his voice.

He brought his head slowly and carefully, so she would not hear or feel his movements until he was right upon her. He brought his lips between her spread legs, where he pushed his tongue into her for a moment. His lips found her clit and he sucked on it sharply for a moment, before letting his tongue out of his mouth to tickle the sensitive nub with a flickering motion. He licked her clit for a few moments, teasing it, teasing her as he set her body on fire. "But you chose PAIN." He pulled back, and an instant wound up his hand to punch her square in the womanhood yet again, aiming his knuckle for her defenseless clit in the punch that she didn't see coming. As his fist made impact, he questioned loudly, "Tell me, are you at all regretting your decision?"
 
"N-no... don't blindfold me.... please!" she begged, but the fabric was tied about her eyes- he always did ignore her protests. Her wishes, her cries.... they went unheeded unless they directly referred to the 'choices' he offered her, as if she really had a choice at all. There was no 'pleasant' option, just a lesser of evils.

Cloaking one of her senses- her other senses instantly sharpened. Sounds, smells, the heavy taste in her mouth.. and... feeling... all sharply re-focused, more powerful than they'd ever been with the added flavor of fear.

Katy strained to keep up on her toes, trying to keep her weight off the horse- sometimes failing, and falling onto it harshly, only to scream and force herself back on her toes. His tongue was unexpected, and it felt good at first- the pleasure pulling her slightly back from pain... until he punched her, and she screamed louder than she ever had yet, a little blood wetting the horse and her quivering thighs.

At first, she didn't even register the question- only able to focus on the crippling pain, her body slackening painfully in her shackles as the pain just sucked the energy right out of her, left her unable to stand on her own.

"Y-yes..." she was definitely regretting this. She didn't know how she could take much more of this- too much more abuse and she'd be unable to help but faint. Fainting could offer her the relief of not knowing what he did to her, not having to feel it or fight it, but then again... the same reasons made the idea of it terrifying, not wanting to be left so helpless.
 
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