If you didn't run for the hills after reading chapter 1 I still feel compelled to warn you that this chapter will contain more of the same and perhaps worse than before. Please read at your own discretion.
It was early morning when Ava finally woke again. She felt a heavy arm slung over her waist, coupled with sticky skin that clung to her back and she startled awake. Immediately, she sat up in bed, pushing Eli's arm off of her as he cracked an eye open and gave her a self-satisfied look.
"How did you sleep after that?" he joked as she looked down at herself, her bruised wrists, her skin coated in sweat and cum, and felt the puddle beneath her in the bed from sleeping for hours with this man's secretions inside of her possibly impregnating her while she slept.
"Are you serious?" she asked, "You have the nerve to ask me that after what you did?"
Eli yawned and sat up. "I seem to remember you being an equal participant, you definitely seemed to be enjoying yourself."
Ava raised her hand and brought it down to slap him but he caught it, squeezing her already bruised wrist painfully until she whimpered and dropped her hand. "That's better," he coaxed, letting go at last, "Now come back to bed. I'm not ready for another round yet." In disbelief, she raised her voice, "You have lost your damn mind. I am leaving her right now and going home. After that to the police, then the nearest abortion clinic. Where do you get off—"
Her words were cut short by his hand on her mouth, "Enough," he muttered, "It took me a very long time to find you, to plan all this for you, and now you're making me angry at this impossibly early hour when we could be cuddling, or fucking, since now you've made me wake up enough that I'm thinking that might be the best way to calm you into submission."
"Submission? Do you really think you're in charge because you can slip me a roofie a couple of times and call it consent? I thought you were this sweet, nerdy guy and instead you turn out to be psychotic."
"I understand it's an adjustment for you. I devised the stimulant to help you acclimate the first few times. If I need to use it repeatedly going forward I don't know what the long-term effects of multiple daily uses are, but I guess it's a gamble we'll take."
"WE'LL take? I've heard enough of this. I'm leaving. I'll walk the street naked for all I care."
"Good luck getting through that locked door. Or the several locked doors after that."
Ava paused, looking at the keypad on the wall next to her exit. Something she had neglected to notice last night as he dragged her drugged body up the stairs and fucked her in every available orifice.
"Come back to bed," he said again, "Or I'll think this is your way of getting me primed for more fucking, which is sounding better by the minute."
"I would rather die than let you touch me again. You disgust me."
He sighed, sitting up and ruffling his hair with a yawn, "Well, have it your way," he grumbled, lunging from the bed to grab at her.
Ava dodged his hands and sprinted for the door, turning the knob to no avail. Her hands were hitting the buttons of the keypad like it might just open for her when Eli collided with her like a wall. His body crushed her against the door, her nipples scratching the indentations in the antique wood painfully.
"Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. I've got the stamina for both. You can come back to bed, have some more fun with me, on your own terms, or I'll throw you down on this carpet and have my way with you before breakfast. It's your choice."
Ava struggled between him and the door, fingers scrabbling for anything to hold onto as his erection dug into her back. "Takes a big man to lock a woman in here against her will. What about those other doors we passed last night, do you have naked women imprisoned in those too?"
"Those rooms," he growled into her ear, "Are for you when you've learned how to behave. Who knows, perhaps we'll repurpose one as a nursery someday soon. There's also more rooms on the third—"
He didn't get to finish, at the mention of a nursery her blood ran cold and before she could think twice she threw back her head into his face, hearing the satisfying sound of what was hopefully his nose breaking.
Eli swore and slammed her back into the door, then grabbed her shoulders with both hands and threw her down onto the floor.
She screamed. "Help! Someone help me!" but then his naked body was on top of hers, his hand covering her mouth, muffling her voice with his palm.
"These walls are all soundproofed Ava," he gloated over her shoulder, his blood dripping onto the carpet beside her, "Even the windows are made with soundproof technology developed in our labs. One-way windows too - no one can see what we do in here. So you can scream all you want but all it's going to do is wear you out and put me in a bad mood. However, it makes my dick impossibly hard when I pin you down and fuck you while my hand is covering your mouth, so I guess you've made your choice for this morning at least."
His foot kicked her legs open and she screamed again into his palm as she felt him probing for her entrance. "You've probably still got a fair bit of the stimulant in your system since last night," he explained as he found his entry and pushed his way inside to more muffled wails, "So don't be surprised if you cum."
Ava screamed over and over as he pinned her down with his weight and tightened his grip on her mouth. It was hard for him to make deep strokes from this angle but the handcuffs were too far to reach and he didn't want to prop up her hips and make it harder to hold her in place for his thrusts. His free hands roved between her legs, searching out the spots that had made her head spin last night in his attempts to prove his mastery over her body. Ava struggled and still tried to scream in spite of his advice not to. Whether it was the residual drugs or simply her body's need to cope by providing her some type of release, she felt her climax beginning to crest again, no matter how much she tried to will it away. With a muted cry of defeat, the mangled wail of bitch in heat, she shuddered and trembled, then stilled as he removed his hand from her mouth and lifted her hips long enough to deepen his thrusts until he came inside her moments later.
She lay there after he was done, collapsed in a heap until she finally rolled over and noticed the cameras in every corner of the room, their blinking red lights signaling that every moment of her degradation had been caught on film for Eli's viewing pleasure at another time.
He seemed to notice her attention and smiled, wiping himself off with a towel as he pulled a fresh pair of boxers from a dresser, "More technology from the labs. I like to test everything out before I commit to production. Those are great for high-quality close-up video. Watching them will feel almost like being in the room when it happened, which of course, I was." He chortled at his own little joke, wiping the trickle of blood from his nose and she gave him a withering stare which he returned with a shit-eating grin.
"Now that we're both freshly fucked and fully awake, how about a shower?"
Her eyes widened, but he seemed to sense the hope that bloomed there immediately.
"Even if you managed to get out of this room, as I said, there are locks on every door and you are not programmed to open any of them. The furthest you would get is downstairs where I would promptly fuck you on the dining table again if that's what you want, but I figured you probably would like to wash off all our 'exertions' from last night."
She glared at him, "Will I get clothes afterward?"
"That depends. The more you persist in being difficult for me, the more I'll be availing myself of your body to repay the favor. If you can learn some obedience, not to mention, some gratitude, then I might be persuaded to get you some new clothes."
"I don't need new clothes. I have plenty, back at my apartment. I just need—"
"That's out of the question."
"What about work? I have a meeting this morning. Do you think no one will ask questions about where I've gone?"
"You've already called out sick from work today and tomorrow. Terrible cold symptoms, still awaiting test results. Work will understand, especially when you're hospitalized with pneumonia next week and need to be out for a lengthy recovery."
Horror dawned on her face as she realized just how long he was planning to keep her here. "Wh-Why-Why me?" her voice was pitiful as she realized how easy it was for him to make all this happen, to make her disappear.
"Because I wanted you," he stated simply, shrugging his shoulders, "You were beautiful. And sweet. And I wanted you to be mine."
"You could have had me. I liked you. A lot. You didn't need to drug me, to rape me, imprison me here. I could have come willingly. We could have had something good."
He cocked his head and seemed to ponder her for a moment, "You really believe that, don't you? It took me months to wear you down for a date, and half the time you were glancing at your phone until I slipped you that stimulant. Then suddenly you started looking at me in a new light, as someone desirable, worth being interested in. I swear it was like watching a light switch on for you. So don't sit here naked on my floor and try to convince me that you would have fucked me all over this house last night out of your own interest. I'm not as stupid as that."
Ava looked down at her bare legs, the dried crustiness of his cum inside her thighs. Her eyes pricked with tears and she covered her face with her hands, beginning to cry.
"Come on, Ava. Let's get you cleaned up."
He came close enough to offer her a hand, but not close enough for her to easily injure. Still sniffling, she didn't see it until he cleared his throat.
"Let's go."
Begrudgingly, she took it. He let go long enough to shield the keypad from her view as he typed in the code to unlock the door. In the hall, she saw the two doors they had passed last night on their way to this one. She suddenly became aware of how badly she had to pee.
The middle door opened without a code, revealing an outdated bathroom, probably renovated in the 1980s, with a brass standalone shower and a garden tub next to it. A toilet and pedestal sink with a medicine cabinet and black and white penny tile set off the faded floral wallpaper. Ava turned to him, covering her chest to protect what little modesty she could, "Can I have a minute alone? I need to use the bathroom."
His eyes narrowed, "The door stays open. I'll wait outside. No funny business."
"You mean apart from the funny business you've abducted me for?"
Eli's face hardened, "Careful, or I'll wash your mouth out in that shower when you're done."
She closed her lips, stepped around the door, and checked that he wasn't watching before she sat down on the toilet to pee. There was a distinct odor about her, she could smell it, the scent of sex and sweat. God, she wanted to scrub herself down from head to toe, to wash every drop of him out of her, but he had planted that little thought about a nursery and she felt her heart seize as she wondered how long he was planning to keep her here for, and for what other purposes she was expected to serve him.
The moment her stream ceased she reached for the toilet paper and wiped. Eli swung the door open immediately after, not even glancing at her as he strode to the shower, opening the glass door, and turned on the water, looking over his shoulder at her every few seconds to make sure she wasn't trying to bludgeon him to death with something nearby.
She looked around for anything she might use to overpower him. A stack of white, fluffy towels on the ledge of the tub, but he was much too strong for her to manage strangling him with one of those. A couple of toothbrushes sat in a cup on the sink, a half-empty tube of toothpaste wedged in there between them. In the shower were two bottles of hair products and a bar of soap. She looked behind her at the toilet. Maybe if she were stronger, or had the element of surprise, she could hit him with the top of the toilet bowl, but he seemed to sense that was her best option and continued to watch her carefully in case she made any such attempt.
When the water temperature was to his liking, he shucked off his boxers and then held out his hand to her again, beckoning her to join him.
Timidly, she took his hand, following him inside the shower where he softly shut the door behind them. The water was hot, steam filling her face and she leaned back her head to wet her hair, positioning herself under the showerhead so that he was left on the sidelines, unable to enjoy the hot water, but from the way she caught him staring at her he didn't seem to mind.
His hands wrapped around her, and his mouth attached itself to her neck. Ava felt in better control of herself than before. The drugs were almost worn off, she guessed, and he had already wrought one unwilling orgasm from her this morning. She could probably hold out, refuse to give him the satisfaction of forcing another one from her in lieu of the drugs.
Ava stiffened when she felt his hands dip between the crack of her ass, remembering the things he had done to her last night which she had never done before. Eli stilled, his tongue on her neck stopped and he looked at her, his eyes suddenly close and boring into hers.
"Wait here," he ordered, then slipped out of the shower and went for the medicine cabinet.
Her heart sped up as she imagined what he could be retrieving, but then he pulled out a bottle and removed the cap, pouring one tiny pill into his hands before he closed it and put it back.
She knew what it must be even before he was back inside with her, his hand prying her jaw open with a tight grip on her face.
"No. Please." The tears were falling again, easily missed in the hot water pouring down over her.
"Shh, take it. It will make things easier until you get used to this. It will help train your body to want me as often as I want you."
She sobbed and gulped in a big breath of air, shaking her head as he held her chin firmly and opened her mouth wider to set the pill on her tongue.
"Swallow it," he ordered, closing her lips for her - then waiting as she obeyed. A tap on her cheek afterward was her signal to part them again so he could inspect her mouth to make sure she had taken it.
"Even if you didn't swallow it and kept it under your tongue it would just dissolve and have the same effect," he gloated, rubbing her down with a washcloth he had grabbed from the stack of towels, lathering it with the bar soap before dipping his hand to the cleft between her legs which needed the most attention for cleaning.
Ava found herself pressed against the shower wall, hissing at the cold tile after the glorious hot water. Eli seemed to take the noise for encouragement, and hiked her leg up around his waist, using the washcloth gently on her abused sex.
"I've never had shower sex before," he admitted, fingers trailing along her pussy lips in the washcloth's wake, "You?"
She looked down, watching the water running down their bodies, noting the pattern of his chest hair when it was wet, his happy trail leading downward and the large cock she had purposefully tried not to look at for too long last night.
"No," she answered quietly, and he cupped her chin in his hand and lifted her face to look at him.
Gently, he kissed her, tongue probing hers as the water ran between their bodies. He pressed his chest against hers, the coarse hair scratching her as he deepened the kiss and enveloped her body with his own. Somehow, even though the medicine hadn't had long enough to take effect, she felt that it was already too late to fight it. Soon enough, she would be a slave to her sexual whims, to his whims, again, so when he ran his hands over her nipples and sucked the side of her neck she tried to close off her mind and simply surrender her body to whatever sensations he managed to arouse.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear, water from his lips spritzing her neck as he licked a trail all over her. He used the washcloth to clean her back, her neck, and her breasts, then her stomach where his hands lingered idly just under her belly button, as though also thinking about the implications of his actions last night and this morning.
He said nothing about it though, washing the inside of her thighs and then letting his hands rove over every inch of her, teasing her clit as it began to throb impatiently. The drugs must already be doing their work. Or were they?
"Tell me you want me," he ordered in a gruff voice, and she hesitated to answer. It wasn't as though lying was going to make her situation worse right now, and his preferred form of punishment for her refusal to obey orders seemed likely to be what he was already primed to inflict on her. Ava pressed her lips tightly together and waited for him to repeat himself, but instead, he grabbed his dick and jammed it in her without further preamble, rough hands grabbing her thighs and yanking them up to wrap around his waist.
She cried out at the sudden intrusion. It hurt, but he had meant for it to. Her head lolled back and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to keep from slipping as he began to thrust, more so to prevent further pain than out of encouragement, not that he needed any. His pace was calculated, arms tight around her waist, pinning her slippery body to the shower wall as he bent his legs to steady himself.
How was he so strong she wondered, noting with relief that her body seemed less desperate to cum. Maybe she would make it through this round without giving him the satisfaction of seeing her climax on his cock.
It was almost like Eli could read her mind. He slowed his pace, mouth searching hers out anew and exploring hers with his tongue while he rutted gentler, the soft change of pace giving her body time to respond to the drugs and his efforts to entice her.
Ava felt, to her irritation, the same stirrings from last night begin to tingle throughout her body. Her breasts began to ache, her thighs tightened their grip around him, and her pussy slackened and grew wet around his invading cock. When he kissed her neck again, nibbling softly on the skin of her shoulder, she let out a weak moan. He smiled against her skin.
"That's my girl," he murmured, increasing his pace slightly, taking each subsequent gasp and whimper that fell from her lips as an encouragement to go faster.
"Please... Eli..." she was feeling helpless to resist again. How fast did that medicine work? Her stomach tingled as their lower halves collided against the tile, water spilling over Eli's shoulders and down onto her. The steam and the heat eased the friction and his arms encasing her felt wonderfully safe even as her rational mind knew he was the most dangerous man she had ever met.
"Patience," he chided, "I'll get you there."
She didn't want to get there, but it happened all the same.
Her mouth formed an O and she gasped when the orgasm finally hit. The intensity took her breath away, whether from how drawn out it had been or the drug's effects, she could never be sure. Her nails dug into Eli's shoulders and she kept cumming, biting his shoulder on some bizarre instinct as she rode out the ecstasy, triggering his own climax in the process.
Ava's body still felt hot, but she didn't want to encourage him for more. He smirked at her, supporting her thighs as she dropped them from his waist, already well aware of the drug's effects. "Looks like we need to clean you again," he said, "Do you think you can resist my cock long enough to eat? Or do we need to head back to the bedroom until this," his fingers stroked her clit, "Wears off again?"
"I hate you," she whispered, looking away. He didn't answer, just stared at her, and then tugged her hands to bring her under the shower's stream with him, using the washcloth against her sex and thighs where his fresh secretions dribbled out from her. The sensation was torture, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry while he scrubbed gently between her folds, watching her face for a reaction and grinning at her obvious discomfort.
"I can help you with this," he offered, "All you have to do is ask."
"I never asked for any of this," she snapped, more tears in the corners of her eyes.
He stood straight and brushed her cheek with his thumb, then her lips. "Soon enough you'll beg me to ravish you multiple times a day without the need for these. Go easy on yourself, and accept the inevitable. Let me make you cum again."
Ava's lip was trembling, her whole body shaking in spite of the warmth of the shower, "No," she asserted, clenching her legs together and wincing at the pressure it caused.
Eli stilled. "Have it your way, then."
He opened the shower and reached for the stack of towels, wrapping one first around his waist, then ordering her, "Lift your arms," before he slowly, painstakingly wound the other towel around her back, then wrapped the ends in her front. His eyes gleamed when he saw the pained way she stifled any vocal outbursts caused by her unrelenting arousal.
Ava wanted to scream from the feelings coursing through her just from the faintest touch of his fingertips on her shoulders, or the terry cloth against her back, but when he tucked one end of the towel into the other over her chest her breasts were so sensitive that she almost crumpled to the shower floor. He knew what he was doing, she realized, he wanted the gratification of hearing her beg him for relief. The greedy sociopath wanted to claim ownership of every orgasm she had under his roof, and if her arms didn't feel so weak she might have tried to slap him again.
"Come on," his arm looped around her shoulder, "Let's get you something to eat."
She almost asked again about some new clothes but he linked his fingers in hers and guided her towards the main staircase that led down to the front foyer area. One glance at the front door she had entered through last night and he noticed her train of thought, then pointed to the keypad and cameras.
"No way out without the code," he reminded her, "Maybe after a few weeks we can negotiate some excursions. In return for good behavior."
Ava shot a withering stare at his back, removing her hand from his as he continued on towards the kitchen, following behind at a distance and remembering last night's efforts to bludgeon him with a colander.
Every step she took made the pressure between her legs worse. The towel wrapped across her breasts felt constraining but she knew to remove it would be giving him another view of her naked body, which he would inevitably take as an invitation to fuck her again.
In the kitchen, he started preparing a frying pan. From the fridge he pulled out some eggs and milk, then she watched him retrieve some bread from a cupboard and drop two slices in the toaster.
"How do you like your eggs?" he asked conversationally like they were just two coworkers who had woken up after a one-night stand and now relied on friendly banter to counter the morning awkwardness.
Unfertilized, she wanted to say but pressed her lips together. It was impossible to even think of food right now. It might even be impossible to keep down. Her stomach was roiling but not in hunger. Her limbs and back ached, and her core was throbbing. She glanced down at her feet to make sure there wasn't a trail of wetness seeping down her legs.
Eli chuckled, "My offer still stands."
Ava glared, then tried to lean against the back of a sofa, but even that proved too much stimulation. Any contact her body made with a solid object brought to mind memories of last night and this morning, her clawing, desperate need to feel him pummel her insides with that enormous...
He was whistling now, striding around his kitchen in nothing but a towel and scrambling some eggs in a measuring cup. The toaster popped at the same time he poured the eggs into the pan, the sudden sizzling noise startled Ava like a gunshot.
"There's OJ in the fridge," he suggested, "You look like you could use a drink."
Was that supposed to be funny? Every word from his mouth felt like a taunt. Each quip seemed deliberately placed to cause a reaction from her and it took all her remaining willpower not to lash out at him, but the majority of her will was concentrated on not begging him to fuck her senseless against the back of this sofa right now to alleviate her tension.
Ava approached the table slowly, not daring to sit down in case the slightest pressure made her fall apart like a harlot.
"You look tense," he observed, using a spatula to portion the eggs onto two white plates each already holding a slice of the toast.
She ignored him, holding onto the back of a chair for support as she looked at the table and remembered how he had fucked her on it last night for the first time. She almost doubled over at the memory. How much longer could she go on like this?
Eli set down the plates, handing a plastic fork to Ava, who took it with a trembling hand.
"Sit," he told her, and followed suit, preparing to tuck into his breakfast.
Ava finally tried, but as expected, the moment her engorged pussy touched the soft cushion of the dining room chair she bit her lip and whimpered, hoping he wouldn't notice the tears of frustration gathering in her eyes, but of course, he did.
He huffed in frustration and pushed the plate away from him.
"Up," he commanded, "I'm not playing these games anymore."
"What?" she started to ask but gasped when his hands on her arm roughly jerked her out of her seat.
"You need to cum. You're in physical pain from resisting it. I don't even want reciprocation right now, I just can't stand watching you limp around like some wounded animal because you're too proud to let me get you off. Here, lay down on this couch."
She tried to refuse but he used both hands on her shoulders and pushed her with enough force that she groaned as her body made contact with the sofa cushions. Eli knelt down, undoing the fold of her towel in the front as she watched him warily, too weak with rampant, unregulated lust to do anything to stop him.
Naked before him now, he looked into her eyes, smoothing her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear.
"Spread your legs."
The very act of doing so was unbearable. Ava had clenched them together so hard that in opening them she exposed her cunt to the air once again and the coolness against her red-hot center rendered her incapable of withholding her howl of agony.
"Let me help you," Eli's hands stroked up and down her stomach, squeezing her breasts that begged for contact, bringing tears to her eyes as he spread her thighs apart even further before he bent his head to give her relief.
Her body arched off the sofa, her hands grabbed at his hair, and her legs trapped him in a vice as she cried out with every flick of his tongue.
"Please... Please, Eli. Plea- Ple-" her voice trailed off as she screamed again, her whole body thrashing against him as he held her down and forced her to cum again, and again, then again.
She was sobbing. It took several minutes before she was even aware of it but when she lifted her head to look down at him, his lips still fastened to her clit, the salty drops trailed down her cheeks and dripped onto her chest. The heat emanating from her every pore was still prevalent, but not the inferno that threatened to engulf her.
"No more," she said weakly, hoping Eli heard. If he did, he ignored it, and she squirmed as he continued to ravish her pussy with attention from his tongue. She lay there limp, too spent to do anything in protest.
He finally seemed to realize she had reached a plateau. Once he extricated himself from between her legs and wiped his mouth on the corner of her towel, he bent down to kiss her, first on the forehead, then on the lips.
"Better?"
Ava could only give one nod. She refused to thank him, but when he slid his arm beneath her back to lift her up to sitting, the raw, cloying tension in every muscle had dulled enough for her to wrap herself back in the towel and walk back to her seat at the table.
Eli watched her, mesmerized. "You're so much better than I thought you would be," he effused, sitting down in his seat and reaching for his plate, "I knew the medicine was potent, but I never could have imagined this." His excitement, like a child on Christmas morning, instead of the psychopath who drugged and raped his underlings, was nauseating.
The eggs were cold now, but still good, especially when paired with the toast. Eli seemed determined to make conversation with her, not content with foisting his body onto her against her will, but also his poor attempts at small talk.
"If you think of a recipe you want to make I can have the ingredients brought here."
"Can you order some rat poison for me to cook with?" she asked blandly, looking at her last bite of eggs instead of his face, letting herself imagine his expression.
He went cold. Silence ensued only broken by the sound of her flimsy plastic fork scraping the plate for any last bites of egg she could find. With the dinner last night a faint memory and her immediate needs dealt with, Ava discovered she was actually famished. She looked over at Eli's plate and almost asked if he was going to finish it when she chanced a look at his face.
He was angry, but not in some feral, foaming-at-the-mouth kind of way. That would have been less terrifying than the simmering rage she could read etched into every line of his face, in spite of the blank expression he projected.
Ava's stomach grumbled audibly. His eyes never showed recognition of it, he just continued to stare her down, cowing her with his menacing aloofness. Maybe letting him drabble on stupidly would have been the better option.
At last, he dropped his metal fork onto the plate with a clatter. Ava jumped in her seat, hyper-vigilant from anticipating his next move. She expected him to yank her from the chair and shove her down on the table to have his way with her again, but he made no move to touch her. His chair screeched on the tile floor as he pushed away from the table and stood, reaching for her plate to stack on top of his, then turning back towards the kitchen without another word.
Stunned, and scared, she watched him set the plates in the sink and rinse them before drying his hands on a nearby towel. She tried not to show her fear waiting there for him to address what she had said. For a moment, he braced his hands against the sink and looked down at his feet. He seemed to be thinking hard about something, which didn't bode well for her, whatever it was.
The burning feeling was beginning to return and she gripped the edges of the chair, steeling herself to hold off showing it as long as she could. Finally, out of the corner of her eye, she watched him make a beeline toward her from the kitchen. Without thinking, she flung up her hands in front of her face, expecting a blow.
Eli stopped in front of her. From underneath her arms, all she saw was the white towel around his waist and the smattering of hair that ran along his stomach from his chest all the way down to his...
"You think I would hit you?" he asked, incredulous, as though she were out of line for thinking it in the realm of possibility. Why could a man with zero qualms about drugging and raping a woman suddenly draw the line at striking her?
Ava didn't answer. Her last response to him had led to this and she was trying to keep her mouth shut as well as her thighs clenched. The heightened sense of danger seemed to amplify the drug's effects. She was already beginning to sweat and the top of her towel felt too tight against her chest.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands dipping between her arms braced for impact, and cupped her face, "Ava, I would never- I could never, hit you."
She was taken aback and dropped her arms before she could reconsider. He held her face in his hands and looked at her so lovingly. How could this be the same man who had raped her in this apartment countless times since she walked through that door?
"I don't—I can't..." her voice was raw and scratchy, her cheeks hot as fresh tears poured out.
"Ava, I know you find this hard to believe, but I really, truly, care about you. I know this isn't how you would have chosen for us to begin, but I really believe that with time, and open-mindedness, you will be very glad for the way things happened, once you adjust."
She couldn't help herself, she sobbed into his hands and leaned her forehead against his, "Please, just let me go, Eli. We can figure this out later. I just want to go home. Sleep in my own bed." Buy some Plan B she thought to herself.
Eli shook his head, "We've come too far for that now Ava. You're tied to me, forever. I know it's not traditional, but years from now, we'll look back on this and laugh at the lengths I had to go to in order to bring you around."
Her nipples hardened and she braced her hands on his shoulders, hoping he wouldn't notice her returned arousal, but once again, he did.
"Don't fight it, Ava, let yourself go this time," his own voice sounded strained, it was almost believable that he was capable of empathy, "Give yourself to me, let me give myself to you."
She uttered a small moan when he leaned in to kiss her earlobe, then turned her face to kiss his lips. Her mouth parted and she didn't try to mask the groan she emitted into his mouth. She felt him smile against her lips.
"That's it. Good girl. Now let me make you feel good again."
Ava lurched into his arms, wrapping hers around his shoulders, straddling his hips as he pulled away both of their towels, his cock springing free and ready to avail itself of her cunt once again.
This time she didn't need direction from him. From his position kneeling on the floor, she tightened her thighs around his waist and moved her hips to allow his tip to catch at the cleft of her entrance - then she sank herself onto it with a shuddering gasp.
"Eli...Help me."
"Hold still," he crooned, "Let me lay you down first."
He spread her towel on the floor and set her on it, their bodies still joined but her hips swinging in their quest for friction.
"I need—"
"I know," he finished, bottoming out inside her walls and nibbling on her earlobe, using his hands to adjust her angle before he began to pound her into the floor.
Now she made no attempts to hide what he was doing to her. She wailed and screamed and squeezed her legs around him through each climax, scratching his back with her nails, leaving white half-circles that burned in their wake.
She looked at him in her throes of ecstasy. His face seemed focused, his muscles straining to hold his full weight off of her. What possessed her to reach down her hand and stroke his ballsack she couldn't attribute to any logic, but she did it, telling herself she wanted to hasten his climax in order to save herself a prolonged version of last night.
This time it was Eli's turn to lose himself. He groaned, then grunted in her ear, his pace quickening as she scratched the underside of his balls and squeezed in encouragement to cum, which he did, with a final groan of release and stuttering of his hips as she felt him flood her womb yet again.
"Incredible," he wheezed in her ear, "You're magnificent."
Ava just lay there with his body atop hers, her delicate fingers trailing along the muscles of his back. She tried to imagine what time it was; how many hours were left until the meeting she was supposed to lead? She had left Boston for this great new job, and now what? Permanent sex slave to the CEO? Or whatever his position was?
Eli was kissing her shoulders, his stubble making it tickle in the aftermath of her climax. Ava tried to remember how many times he made her cum last night before she lost consciousness. Was there more of a time limit to the drugs, or a certain threshold her body could handle before it gave out? These were all questions she would have directed at Eli if she actually trusted him to give her a straight answer. It sounded as though it was mostly experimental based on his excitement at its potency, he had used her more or less as a human lab experiment for his own sadistic sexual gratification. Her fingers stopped their path along his shoulder blades as that thought occurred to her.
His face lifted and looked into her eyes, brushing away tears beginning to form in the corners.
"Thank you," he whispered, kissing her softly once more.
Ava did not return the kiss nor pull away, she simply lay there and let him shower her with affection and praise. Her chest was beginning to hurt from the weight of his body and she wiggled beneath him, trying not to show any reaction when his flaccid cock finally slid out from her with a repulsive sound.
If he noticed her disgust he didn't show it. His face was almost jovial as he peeled his skin off of hers and surveyed her naked body spread out on a towel on his dining room floor.
"Whew!" he exclaimed, swinging his arms and stretching his back like he had just finished running a marathon instead of raping her after breakfast, "What a way to start the day. I could get used to this."
His cock swung with the motion of his hips and Ava closed her eyes again, trying not to remember the length and girth of it even though the mental image was burned into her brain.
Suddenly, she felt his arms under her knees and shoulders, lifting her like she weighed nothing, and setting her on her feet before bending over to grab both of their towels.
"You still want this?" he asked, holding hers out with a grin, "At this rate, you won't keep it on for long, but I understand if you want to."
She snatched it from his hand and wrapped it around herself, sitting back down in the chair and looking at her plastic fork, then over at his metal one.
"Afraid I'm going to stab your eyes out?" she tried to make her tone sound light, even though the prospect sounded enticing right now.
He chuckled, "Can't be too careful. Show me you can be trusted and I'll start making more concessions."
"How long are you planning to keep me here for?"
He didn't miss a beat, "As long as I want to. It's open-ended right now."
"Can I have some clothes, please? If this is going to be a lengthy stay?" From the corner of her eye, she spotted her blouse and skirt from last night discarded on the floor before he had forced her to take his cock for the first time. She would sooner burn those than put them back on.
"I think that can be arranged. I'll step out later and get a few things from the store. Make me a list of what you need for the next 24 hours and later we can order some things online for you."
Her throat felt tight. He was really planning to make this last for months, maybe forever.
"What about when you have to go away for work? What will I do then?"
Eli looked very pleased with himself, "I'll still be able to see everything you do through the cameras. The security systems will remain in place. I'll have food prepared for you before I go."
"What if there's a fire or something and you're not here to let me out?"
"Well, you'd better be careful then, huh?"
An awkward silence ensued. Ava scrambled to think of more questions she needed to ask before the ache between her legs came back in full force or he decided to force more meds on her to ensure it did.
"What if something happens to you while I'm here alone? A car accident or an earthquake"
"I have certain safeguards in place. Don't worry, you won't be left in here to die. If you manage to kill me, however, that's a different story."
She looked at him, confused.
"If you somehow manage to murder me, as I know you're probably anxious to do right now, there will be no way for me to change the codes or let you out. You'll slowly starve in here with my rotting corpse, which would be a terrible waste on both our parts."
There was a good chance he was bluffing, she knew that, but she glowered at him and felt her stomach rumble.
"I'm still hungry."
He looked happy about that, "You've certainly worked up an appetite. I can run out and get some food for you. Whatever you want."
"Bagels? Maybe some bacon?"
"You got it." How could he be so nonchalant about this? It felt surreal that she sat here in a towel, bargaining with him for clothes and food knowing he would force her to fuck him several more times today and for the foreseeable future.
He busied himself wiping down the counter and pulled a notepad from a drawer along with a pen. "Write down anything else you need," he said, "I'll duck out for an hour and be back in time for you to be begging me for more." He winked, depositing it on the table in front of her.
Ava ignored him and took the pen, thinking hard about what she wanted most.
She wrote down a few foods, trying to think of ones he might struggle to find which could buy her more time here by herself until he returned. Her breasts were starting to feel heavy, and achy. She winced, already knowing where this was going to lead. Her hand trembled as she wrote down a few other things, underwear in size small, bras in 34C, lounge pants, and shirts in size small.
At the bottom of the sticky note, she hesitated to write down the last item, the one most pressing on her mind. In asking him so many questions, she hadn't felt brave enough to bring up the one she knew would likely be the most problematic for him.
Hastily, she scribbled the words, Plan B in clear letters, setting the pen down and turning in her chair, hand touching her stomach without thinking as she looked over to see him unloading the dishwasher.
Maybe if she played her cards right, she could reason with him that taking such risks with her fertility was a bad idea, and he would agree to start using protection. She was 26, she didn't even know if motherhood was something she would want for another 5-10 years. What she was sure of, was that she did not want to bear the child of this man, this monster in the kitchen tidying up so casually like he hadn't fucked her 20 minutes ago and countless times prior against her will.
Her neck felt hot. Ava reached up to rub at her shoulders, hoping to release some of the tension gathering there as she thought about the very real danger of this man impregnating her while she was his prisoner. There had to be a way to broach the subject without setting him off.
"Eli, I—" she suddenly felt his hands on her shoulders, his body leaning over the back of the chair to massage the tension for her.
"Can I be of assistance?" he asked, brushing her hair on the nape of her neck over one shoulder so he could dig his thumbs deeper into the tissue he found there.
Ava gasped, at first from shock at how he managed to come behind her without her notice, then at a burst of arousal blooming in her stomach when his fingers pressed her skin so sensually. Her head flopped forward. She gritted her teeth to suppress any amorous noises which threatened to spill out, but his lips lowered to her neck and shoulders in the wake of his hands and she couldn't stop herself from whimpering, her own hands pressed into the table as she squeezed her legs again.
"Does someone need to cum again before I go?" he murmured, biting softly along her collarbone. Her breathing was ragged now, deep, shuddering breaths as he slipped open her towel and reached down to fondle both breasts from his position towering over her, reminding her of his dominance.
His hand on her throat pulled her head backward so he could kiss her upside down, tracing the line of her jugular vein with his thumb as his tongue invaded her mouth from this strange angle. She knew it was meant to arouse her, but his fingers on her neck felt more like a thinly-veiled threat.
"Should I take you like this?" he asked, "In this chair? On the table? We already did the shower, the floor twice and the sofa today, well, you did on the sofa... several times," he chuckled, pulling her chair back from the table with her in it, "Tell me where you want me."
Ava thought about retorting that she didn't want him anywhere but her body showed the opposite. Goosebumps everywhere he touched her, the towel underneath her ass thankfully catching most of her wetness and his residual cum still seeping out from her.
"The library," she breathed, looking over her shoulder in the direction of the books. He had almost taken her there last night after they arrived inside this prison. For some reason, the thought of being fucked against shelves full of leather hardback books sounded like the most pleasurable option right now.
Eli followed her eyes and looked back down at her with a smile, "As you wish, my lady."
He pulled Ava to her feet, lips capturing hers, arms wrapping around her as he half-led, half-dragged her towards her preferred venue for their tryst. She noticed lace curtains over some partially closed blinds and remembered what he had said about the one-way glass. Even if someone passing outside were to see them, they would simply think it was two lovers engaged in what lovers are wont to do.
She felt his towel drop on the floor of the library as her back hit the shelves. He lifted her ass to rest on one just as he had last night and then grabbed his cock, already hard again, and fit it to her throbbing entrance.
A long, drawn-out moan erupted from her throat as he pushed himself into her. He grabbed both of her hands and lifted them over her head, pinning them against the shelves. Lips teased her neck, nuzzling her throat with his scratchy stubble leaving it red as he pistoned his hips between her legs, each thrust deliberately slow, her body sore and her arms beginning to ache. The shelf's edge dug into her shoulder blades and the small of her back, making her struggle to keep her legs wrapped around his waist.
"It hurts this way," she whined, "I didn't think it would. Can we... please..."
With a groan he lifted her and deposited her on the nearby desk, swiping out his arm to clear everything off before he lowered her down onto the wood surface.
"Better?" he grunted, letting himself bottom out in her with this familiar angle. Ava cried out from her fullness at the depth he reached inside her.
"Yes," she breathed, "Don't stop."
He didn't. Eli stood in front of her, dick buried deep in her cunt as he pushed her down onto the desk and adjusted his thrusts to draw a deeper reaction from her with each one. Her sighs turned to moans and he let his fingers dally with the bud at the apex of her thighs, smearing her juices and his own along her pronounced hip bones and stroking the soft skin over her womb.
She remembered how he had touched her in the shower, the almost awed way he watched her now as her acceptance of her helplessness to resist and the raging hormonal surge running through her body made her crest again. It felt like she could read his mind as he stroked her flat stomach, hardened his face in concentration, and finally bent over her with heaving gasps when he unleashed torrents of cum inside her again.
Was that her 6th orgasm this morning? Or her 7th? She had lost count, and the soreness of her whole body, most especially between her legs, reminded her that she had never in her life engaged in such rampant sexual activity in rapid succession. Those pills would render her a sex maniac every time he forced them down her throat, and the thought was almost as horrifying as the way he watched her expectantly, then gravitated his eyes down to her empty womb.
"Can you get me some birth control?" she pleaded before she could stop herself, "Or a morning-after pill?"
His light-hearted demeanor was sapped from his face instantly, and back was the quietly simmering rage. He pulled out of her and left her naked body on the desk, the physical evidence of his plans for her body quietly pooling on the surface.
"Don't hold your breath, Ava."