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Behind closed Doors (Lily X QB

Melissa began to whimper as he hit her with the crop, causing angry red welts to show up on her body. She trembled and whined, squirming as he stung her body with quick slaps, which probably could be increased quite a bit. She sealed her eyes shut and groaned into the gag, wishing he would just stop already. "Ngghh~ thopp~" she whined. She shifted on her knees, whimpering in pain. She knew she would be bruised when this was over.

She opened her eyes and looked at him when he knelt before her. She whined when he pushed her ball gag back until it caught farther behind her teeth, her saliva trickling down her chin. She cringed when his fingers found her crotch. She trembled and shook her head as his fingers ran through her wetness under the gown. She heard his command and she frowned and protested, gasping and whining when he turned up the vibrator and began to hit her feet with the crop. She began to try to sing. "Thinkuh thinkuh i-llle thtaaah..." She whined and whimpered as her body began to shudder with desire.

She shook her head, wishing it weren't. "Leathhe thopp!" {Please stop!} she cried. She struggled, whimpering as he hit her body repeatedly. She soon gave a loud cry into her gag, cumming and feeling her juices flowing down her thighs. She whimpered and shook her head. "Leathe ugnthye ehh." {Please untie me.}
 
When she had came with a loud groan that jumped in octaves, there was a sick look of contentment at Karel's face. She was forced to climax in such a tiring, uncomfortable position, forced not by the hand or the member of a loved one but rather by the machinations of a toy and the torture of a complete stranger who kept her locked up in his home for 'breaking in'. Was this a proper sentence for her? With no hearing or jury to decide her fate? "I am not one to repeat my words, but if I recall correctly, you were to hold it in and beg me permission to cum. You've been such a bad girl that you need a nice good punishment!" Walking over, he basked in her pleas for him not to go through with his threat, taking a cat of nine tails whip. It was a gentle whip that was meant only to inflame, not to injure. But for her, he wondered just how well she would enjoy being flogged gently.

"Come on now, squeal!" he said. It was sick of him to enjoy this. Who would really love being bound, tortured and strung up like such?! Taking the whip, he sent blow after blow against her back, then onto her feet, then her breasts. Her moans and her cries were softly drowned out by the impact of the leather against her skin, leaving redness where he struck. By then, drool flowed from her mouth, further humiliating his prisoner as the saliva softly stroked down her cleavage.

"Let's try this again!" he said, turning up the vibrator even higher. Already her body had long betrayed her and moved closer and closer towards an orgasm. How vulnerable and sensitive was her pussy now having endured one climax? Chances are she may not have experienced more than one orgasm, but now ensured the chance for her to be tortured from repeated orgasms. "Sing Twinkle Twinkle little star and beg me for permission to cum! Otherwise, I will have you endure a third!" Such cruelty, was this to be what her training would be like? Whipping gently against stiff nipples and throbbing lips, he continued to send soft, almost teasing lashes against her body.
 
Melissa looked up at him in panic, shaking her head and whining as he told her she would be punished. She hadn't even noticed him tell her to hold it. She whimpered and squirmed, trying to shy away, but her bindings kept her firmly in place. She looked at him desperately, protesting behind her gag. She looked at the whip nervously and shook her head. She didn't like the look of that thing.

As he began to whip her, she wailed and whimpered as he hit her all across her body, turning her skin red. She groaned and wailed, her body squirming. She drooled uncontrollably, unable to hold it in her mouth with the gag adjusted how it was. She whined and looked up at him, begging him to stop and leave her alone. She already hated her life here. She wanted to escape. It couldn't possibly be that hard. Maybe one of the times when he let her do chores or something. He may have destroyed her car, but he had to have something to get to towns.

He turned up the vibrator, and she wailed, feeling the machine buzz against her clit. She wailed, looking up at him with wide eyes and squirming. She listened to his command before she obediently began singing again, her voice muffled. She was already so close to an orgasm. She clenched down in the hope that that would help her to not cum.

"Thinkuh thinkuh i-lle thtah, ow aye unthah ath oo ah. Uff affuve aah ld ooh aye, ayke aah aiuhnd un tha thky..." She sang all the way through, before looking up at him, whimpering. "Leathe leh meehhh cuhh! Leathe, Athter!" {Please let me cum! Please Master!} She whimpered desperately, whining as her pussy throbbed with need. She was struggling to hold it in.
 
Satisfied, he gave her the only word that forcibly made her floodgates burst wide open. "Cum." Such was the powerful effect of his domination, to force her to withhold, against all will, her most powerful orgasm suddenly set loose. How hard was it to hold against her natural instinct, to feel the apex of her pleasure erupt so suddenly? Leaving her spasming, struggling and panting in her bondage, he drew out the crop, all too familiar with it now that he had punished her enough. "So, who's master's slut now?" he asked, gently stroking her sweaty locks of red hair. Exhausted and pushed beyond her limits, it was obvious that she was at wit's end.

When he deemed she was finished being overwhelmed by the afterglow, he slowly untied her body, letting her collapse into a mess on the floor. Looking down at her frail, already exhausted figure, he gently bent down and stroked her hair. "Good slave." he whispered into her ear, gently kissing her cheek in the most romantic way he could. "If you follow my every order, these 4 years will go by so fast and you will look back to this and smile. I don't want to hurt you, but please don't give me reasons to." he said, softly stroking her gentle body.
 
Melissa heard him give her permission, and she groaned and squirmed as she came. She trembled as shut her eyes. She whimpered as her body shivered with pleasure. She had never had such an amazing orgasm before. Her body shimmered in sweat, and she groaned into her gag. She suddenly found herself collapsing onto the floor, freed from the restraints holding her to the ceiling. "Ay athter's thlut," she said, drool still dribbling from her mouth. She looked up at him with wide eyes. She nodded and whimpered, shifting pathetically in the hope that he would release her the rest of the way so she could sleep. She felt his kiss and weakly smiled, nodding. She didn't want to be his slave, and she planned to find some way out of it.
 
"Hm, you had a long night, how about some sleep, hm?' he asked, smiling as he softly beckoned her forward. By now he didn't even need to whip her. The door was locked, there was no escape and for sure she wouldn't be going anywhere with the door to her cell lockable. Leading her inside, he tied a leash to her collar, chaining it to a bedpost, Naked with only a few sheets and a single pillow, this sure was to be her new home. To live in a pathetic setting, enduring sexual torture and bondage all day?!

"Well, you look tired, so I'll let you off easy. Give me a blow job." The collar was enough for her to sit up, atleast, that's what the adjustment was when bent over and put more room for slack on her collar. "If you can top me off I will not force you to endure the vibrators until they run out of batteries. And by battery, he meant long-lasting rechargeable ones too.
 
Melissa whimpered and obediently came forward, looking up at him. She wanted to escape, but she was tired and scared. She yawned behind her gag as he led her into her cell and tied her collar to the bedpost. She sat down, barely having enough room the get anywhere. She whimpered and shut her eyes, about to go to sleep right then.

When he told her what to do, she looked up at him with wide eyes, her jaws still pried apart. "Uhh I cannth," she said. {But I can't.} She pushed on the ball gag, expecting him to take it off if he wanted a blowjob. Did he trust her not to bite him? She doubted it. She bounced on the bed a little, whimpering quietly as she waited. She was not patient in the slightest.
 
Oh, how silly of him! Removing her gag, he felt himself yawning. Maybe it was getting a bit late. After all, with all that elation he was bound to get tired sometime. "Whoops, I'm tired, I'll just let you off today..." he said. Was it too good to be true? Of course, he wouldn't leave without tormenting her in some way, kissing her lips as he softly inserted the vibrator into her throbbing folds, turning up the vibrator to a moderate speed. "I didn't change the batteries, hopefully they will run out soon." he said, smiling as he kissed her cheek. "Enjoy your sleep~"

Walking towards his bed, he softly prepared himself for the next day, preparing all the bondage equipment and the toys that would be forced to her. The collar and the leash was sturdy, having checked them over from yesterday. He knew she would not be able to escape. After all, she had to pay her dues for breaking into his home.
 
Ariadne licked her chapped lips when he took the gag out of her mouth. She swallowed all of her saliva, cringing when it was like swallowing a mouthful of tainted water. She had never swallowed so much spit at one time. She whimpered and looked up at him, wiping her mouth and her chest on her arm before she leaned forward, ready to suck on him. But then, he decided to let her off! She smiled a little. It was too good to be true. And, of course, there was a trade off. She wailed as he turned on the vibrator, forcing her toward more orgasms. She fought and squirmed, whimpering.

She heard him leave, locking her in. The vibrator nestled within her, and she whimpered desperately as she came. She felt it start to lose power. After another orgasm, it settled down to a dull buzz below even the lowest setting, and she wriggled until she reached down and pulled the thing out, tossing it aside. She shut her eyes and curled up beneath the covers, falling asleep. She sighed and tossed and turned, having nightmares about all he would do to her. He would find her splayed out on her bed, her mouth parted.
 
Considering that she had been a good girl lately, he simply resolved to leave her be, actually letting her sleep in a little longer before he decided to awaken her. Opening the cell, he walked inside, softly nudging her awake. "Wake up slave, we've got a long day today!" The way he said Long day made it seem as if today she was going to suffer more than the previous day. Which, to some extent, was correct. Grasping a crop, he lashed at the air to remind her just who was the boss around here. "Kneel." he commanded. What was she to him, a dog?!

"Roll over and fondle yourself before master. Sing London Bridge as well!" he commanded, crossing his legs as he carried a stool from outside, sitting cross legged on the stool, awaiting her to entertain him. If she wanted to start the day right, she would have to follow his commands. Otherwise, who knows what torment awaited her then.
 
Melissa groaned when she felt him nudge her awake. She batted at him, trying to get him to go away. She didn't want to get up. She wanted to curl up beneath her covers, the thin things barely keeping her warm. She heard the crop whistle through the air, and she slowly opened up her eyes to clamber out of bed, grumbling and getting down on her knees. She looked up at him, frowning and crossing her arms. She watched as he drew in a stool, sitting in front of her. It was like this man couldn't even afford good entertainment. Who was she to give him the embarrassing entertainment he wanted? She grumbled, knowing she should obey, or else she would be in for an even longer day than he probably already had planned. Today she was going to escape. She knew it. She'd find some way out.

She rolled over on her back like a dog and fondled her breasts as she laid there, singing the song he wanted. "London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady." She kept fondling herself, looking up at him. Why did he find this entertaining? She growled at him, and realized just how hungry she was. She hoped he would let her eat soon.
 
The fact that she had followed his orders already reinforced the fact that she was slowly succumbing, even if by a little. Sure she would have some thoughts that would convince her that she still had a handle on her life, but it was only a matter of time before he broke his little captive into a bondage bimbo. Fondling her breasts, he felt his hardness point up a bit, smiling softly. This would definitely make her think twice about breaking into other people's homes! "Good work, slut." he congratulated her, smiling softly as he walked up, removing the leash that held her captive and instead took it within his hands, forcing her to crawl forward to the cold floor.

"Tell me girl, are you hungry?" he asked, taking the wooden crop that he seemingly held all the time. That would obviously send the message that if she were to disobey him he would surely make her regret just that. All the songs he asked her to sing out was there to humiliate and dehumanize her, small steps that would do irreversible damage in the future. "If you're hungry, then you will have to do chores! After all, you're here and you have to earn your own share!"

Taking a lock of rope, he bound her arms behind her, tying a noose onto her neck. Taking a red ball gag, he forced that behind her teeth, taking a small dildo from the racks outside and placing it down. Leading her by the noose he made, he forced her so close towards the dildo. "Hump that thing fifty times. You need the exercise!"
 
Melissa whimpered as he made her crawl along the cold floor. She looked at him with wide eyes and nodded when he asked if she was hungry. She didn't want to earn it. She just wanted food. She looked at the crop nervously and frowned. Why did he have to make her do all these humiliating things? She already felt degraded and humiliated, like she wasn't even human to him.

She whined when he began to tie her up, putting her hands behind her back and a noose around her neck, a ball gag in her mouth. She looked at the dildo, and when she heard what he wanted her to do, she whined and shook her head, backing up with incoherent protests. She didn't want to hump the thing. She didn't need the exercise, and that was humiliating!
 
Of course, Melissa's response was met with some disappointment, with her Master taking the crop along as he grasped a cat of nine tails, smacking her bare back with the leather softly, placing red welts against her breasts and her back. Using the crop, he stroked her thigh before smacking it quite harshly. Repeating such, despite her incoherent groans it was obvious he would continue this until she moved on. "Disobeying master already? Are you in the mood to starve today?" he asked, smiling as he softly struck at her body, though not making any cuts or wounds, he was sure to leave enough of a strike against her body to convince her to do as he pleased.

When he was done, he began to softly stroke her body, teasing her nipples between his fingers. "Come now, my little sex kitten...you've got to atleast find all this stimulating, right?" he asked, smiling as he gently stroked her crotchrope, her parted lips already quite moist.
 
The girl yelped as he began to punish her for her disobedience. She whimpered and cringed away, trying to get away from him as he laid welts on her body. She trembled and shook her head, and when he asked if she was in the mood to starve, she whined and shook her head. She wanted food, but she didn't want such a humiliating task in order to get it. Why couldn't he just make her cook her own food or something?

When he rubbed at her nipples and split slit, she groaned and shook her head, lying. Of course it was stimulating. She actually kinda liked some of the punishments. But of course, she wouldn't say that. She was sure her wet slit told all anyways. She whimpered and looked up at him with wide eyes as he teased her. Why couldn't he just leave her alone?
 
Her loss! Grasping her by her arms he walked outside of her cell. There, he will punish her for sure, make her regret ever defying him! Bringing her forward, he brought a few locks of rope. Hopefully it would evoke the memories of the torture she suffered yesterday in bondage with the vibrator, which, by this time, he brought as he placed the vibrating bud right in front of her. Of course, it didn't take a genius to know where it would be heading.

Holding the cat of nine tails, he rained a few blows against her body, gentle enough simply to strike yet not injure, waiting until she whimpered after which he stopped. "You look excited, so I'll cut to the chase: you can either crawl back to that dildo and give it a good fucking while singing Jack and Jill gagged or I will tie you up, leave you far from the reach of good smelling food and let you starve there. You threw away your food from yesterday so you won't be getting a big portion today." he said, smirking as she held out the whips.

What will her decision be? Stand still and defy him only for more torture or humiliate herself before him by degradingly and willingly violating herself? The purpose of the singing was to make her drool and lower her dignity, the idea of submitting to him all too fathomable if she still had self-worth!
 
Melissa cried out and shuffled after him when he dragged her outside of her cell. She looked at him with wide eyes, looking at the rope rather nervously. She scooted a bit away, shaking her head. She didn't want to get any more tied up than she already was. She didn't want to be in bondage. She wanted to be able to walk around like a normal person without ropes restricting her. Her wide emerald eyes looked at the accursed vibrator. She was determined not to get that thing inside of her again.

She cried out as he began to strike her with the cat of nine tails. She felt welts come up, and she finally started to whimper. She looked up at him and listened, tensing. Her stomach growled quietly, and she squirmed a little. She couldn't just sit here. She slowly turned and shuffled over to the dildo, tears welling up in her eyes at her frustration. She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes before she pressed onto the dildo and began humping it, singing Jack and Jill.

"Ackh n Yill en uh huh hih..." She kept singing, drool trickling down her chin. She blushed bright pink and kept humping the thing, looking up at the man who had captured her and forced her to stay. He was taking away her life. He was forcing her to be his slave for something that wasn't as valuable as she was.
 
Seeing her cheeks blush a beautiful pink and a few drops of tears flowing, he was satisfied. Slowly the dildo became more and more lubricated, her fluids slowly making the little plastic toy easier to enter, sliding in smoothly as she continued to hump. How inhumane was the treatment he was forcing to her? Forcing her to rape a rubber sex toy while forcing he to sing a song in a humiliating manner all while she drooled from the ball gag. When her speed began to rise, signifying just how aroused she was getting. To prevent her from getting an orgasm, he walked up and grasped her shoulder. "Stop." he commanded. There, he untied her, placing a pair of bondage muffs on her hands.

Pinching a pair of metal jaws from a pair of nipple clamps onto her nipples, small bells jingled softly, making him smile. Forcing her to walk forward upstairs, there he led her to a small dog bowl with a little bit of lukewarm lasagna. "Eat." he commanded, throwing a small bowl with water on the ground. "You can eat your breakfast. Now make it quick before I lose my patience with you!" he threatened, eating a proper breakfast with the right utensils.
 
Melissa whimpered quietly, not realizing that her humping was growing faster as she moved her hips. She groaned and shut her eyes, feeling her arousal pick up. She hated how good it felt, hated how much control he held over her. She trembled and kept thrusting onto the dildo, feeling it slide into her pussy with ease. She looked over at her Master, and when he came over and put a hand on her shoulder, she whimpered and stopped. Of course he wouldn't let her have an orgasm, wouldn't let her keep going to finish her arousal.

She waited as he put a pair of bondage muffs on, and then nipple clamps. She whimpered and followed him upstairs, looking at the bowl of lasagna. She frowned and went down on her knees, looking up at him with wide eyes. The ball gag was still in her mouth. She whined to try to get him to pay attention to her. "You ha'n't haken da all gag ow." {You haven't taken the ball gag out.} She shifted and whimpered. She was hungry, but she couldn't eat with the cursed thing in between her jaws.
 
Of course, he did just that to further conflict with her feelings: she would be invariably punished for refusing to eat, yet with the gag it ensured that she would still be unable to carry out the deed even if she was willing. He wanted to instill the hopeless into her, to reduce her into a sniveling bimbo who would do just as he pleases. The mind rebels, yet her body accepts, her body's humping growing more uniform and consistent, smooth and winding movements letting her privates feel against the rubber erection. There was just so much pussy fluids that it slid in and out so very easily. When she was forced before the food, he bent down and ungagged her, letting the ball gag hang like a very kinky necklace.

"Eat to your heart's content!" he said, smiling as he continued to fondle and stroke at her lower side, slapping her butt cheeks as she ate without use of her hands. Taking out the crop, he prepared to strike at her wrist should she try to use her arms, humiliatingly forcing her to feast upon leftovers. It was just the first day of her torment, how long could she last resisting him before she became undone, broken with the crack of his whip? He took portions of his breakfast but still looked if she would make any mistake, gently spanking her with the crop from time to time.
 
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