Chapter 11
Edward's POV:
I sat there watching her for a long time, without even breathing. She is here. Bella Swan is here. In my cage, naked, completely helpless. Turned on too….the pheromones were so strong I could nearly see them dancing around in the air, in my face…taunting me…telling me to take her now. Drink.
She wants me. She even tried to use her wiles on me. I'll be soo good Sir…and making the doe eyes at me. I didn't know she had that in her.
And then she trusted me enough to let down her walls and answer my questions. I really like that. And when she asked to get on her face to answer my questions, I felt so aroused I nearly roared out loud. The demon inside me was really strong now, almost getting me to agree to his plans.
I let her hide this time in her hair as we spoke. But in the future she will not hide from me.
Romance is dead, she told me. Sad but true. I could hardly remember romance. So fucking long ago.
She steals things. She really believes that she's bad. It was funny.
When she talked about Charlie punishing her, I found myself jealous of him for two seconds.
She says she's not scared. She WILL be.
Then she told me she trusts me. And for a minute I again got a look at what I am on the inside. I'm so ugly words cannot express it. If only she could see me with her eyes.
Talking about her mother was bittersweet. She loved the woman completely that was clear. But she also misses her terribly. I'm glad she had a good mother at least for 15 years. I never had one.
But if not for her parents' failings she would not be here now, like this, stark naked bent over in a cage in chains telling me her life story. Perhaps I owe them.
And when she talked about The Walking Dead I almost thought she meant me. It's a TV show. I'd have to look that one up later.
She laughed at something I'd said. She thinks I'm funny. Poor delusional child.
I really adored it when she said she'd kill and die for her loved ones.
I think I'm beginning to like Bella Swan.
And when she felt sorry for me, for having no loved ones…I thought she's way too kind for her own good.
I already guessed she wouldn't want to talk about her mother's suicide but I just wanted to see where the line was. No matter…I would soon have her opening up to me about the deepest things. We have plenty of time, little Hellcat.
Charlie told her she was hard to love. You fucking bastard. She loses her mother to a horrible suicide then you tell her that ?! I can't wait to meet you fucker. Part of me wants to thank you, for handing her to me with a big red bow on top…and the other half of me wants to peel your flesh off slowly.
Bella POV:
I woke up with a horrible cold splash that slapped itself over my body. I screamed and jerked up and he was there, holding a bucket.
"Wake up, you lazy little whore.", he sneered, tossing the empty bucket aside.
I screamed, my hair wet as he grabbed the leash that held my neck.
"You have work to do slut.", he informed, then said, "Look at the mess you made."
The sofa was wet everywhere.
"Clean it !", he demanded, tossing me to the couch, "Lick it up, every drop."
"Yes Sir.", I said, lapping up the water from the middle where I had been laying.
"Hands down.", he further ordered as I kept going.
"You going to sleep all day ?", he asked me, sounding angry, tightly holding my leash.
"No Sir…", I kept licking, making big strokes with my tongue. I sucked up bigger pools of water and licked the area until it looked all dry.
"Finished ?", he asked.
"I think so Sir.", I said as he inspected my work.
"What about the floor ?", he asked, "Look!"
There was more water there and I got down, licking the concrete surface there.
It was horrible and chalky but I did what I was told.
"Too slow Swan.", he yanked my leash and made me follow him on my knees as he led me out of this room and into a hallway, then another room.
"Move it.", he pulled me in and I could see rusty sheet metal on the walls, the floor wooden in here. It was a bigger room and I could see other cages…a giant birdcage hung from one corner and a tall metal cage was on the other side.
"Over here.", he led me to a metal contraption. I wasn't sure what it was but it was screwed into the floor.
"I made this myself.", he sounded proud as he put me in front of the metal piece, on my knees; a couple of bars at my back. He took my wrists and locked them into the bars behind me. Then he brought another metal piece over, with pipes on it. He put that piece in front of me, making sure my breasts were resting on top of one of the pipes. He took a little orange electric screwdriver and gave it a little zap…making me jump. Then he screwed the metal halves together, sealing me inside. Another pipe was screwed in above my breasts, making them squeeze a bit and poke out further. He took another pipe and the electric whir sounded as he screwed that piece in place, right under my pussy. It was now painfully underneath my lips and my weight was resting on it. He parted my legs more and shackled my ankles to the bottom of the thing, screwing it in place there also.
I was whimpering a little, trying to be tough. More screw sounds were going on behind me and I felt a pipe pressing against my ass cheeks, tightening them so I could not move an inch. He wrapped my chain leash around a little metal post in front of me, padlocking it in.
"I love iron and metal.", he shared, "Don't you slut ?"
"Yes Sir.", I answered.
He gave my cheek a couple light slaps as I clenched my eyes a second…then he came back with another metal thing, at eye level with me, he put it right in front of my nose. Attached to it was a long black penis with the number painted on the side, the 8 being furthest away from me near the fake balls of the dildo.
"Meet your new friend , pet.", he let me look at it for a moment.
He took a couple steps back and sat on top of another cage sitting over there.
"Now, Miss Swan.", he announced, "That model there is exactly what you can expect when and if I ever put MY cock in your mouth. I want to see how well you can handle it. Have you ever sucked cock before ?"
"No Sir.", I answered, afraid I was going to be bad at this. I had seen lots of videos and dreamt of it…but I knew damn well seeing something and doing it are two different things.
"Well then you really need some practice.", he crossed his arms, "You may begin."
I opened my mouth and began to reach it towards the huge thick cock in front of me. I started to suck on it and wet my mouth as much as I could…I tried to remember my porn videos…keep my teeth away from it….just use my lips and saliva. I breathed hard as I drooled and made my face move back and forth, trying to reach the number 8 at the back. I choked and gagged a couple times but I was only at 3 and it was already very big and difficult to do.
"From this point on.", his voice said, sounding bored, "You are not to take that out of your mouth. Understand ?"
I nodded and made a weak sound.
"Keep going.", he prodded without feeling.
I tried to move harder back and forth, my drool dripping off the thing in my mouth as I gagged a little more, feeling it hit the back of my throat. I choked a little and tried to keep moving with vigor.
"You haven't gotten past 3 yet, are you kidding me ?", he complained. Hurt ravaged its way through me as his eyes looked extremely distant.
"If that were me in there, I'd be falling asleep right now.", he further stated, sounding disappointed.
I tried harder, groaning and muffling my breathing as I tried to please him, trying to go deeper.
A few minutes later, he asked, "Do you think you're doing a good job, slut ?"
"Mmmhmmm", I garbled as I kept moving the best I could.
"You do ?", he asked, "I think it sucks. Keep going."
I felt crushed at his words and tears came to my eyes as the drool rolled off my chin.
"Maybe I should bring some boys in here from Ironwood.", he said, looking at his nails, bored, "Maybe they can teach you something."
"Mmmhhgghhhh", I kept trying to do better, wanting to please him.
"I haven't heard you choke on it once.", he said, annoyed, "Don't let it out of your mouth."
"Put it in there as far as you can and hold it there.", he instructed.
I pushed my mouth as far as I could and felt it enter the back of my throat. I gagged and choked, tears falling from my eyes.
"This is very disappointing, Miss Swan.", he looked at me like I had just crapped on his lap.
Dissapointing. I hate that word. Not only was I used to be a disappointment to others, but disappointment itself was my whole life. It was my hobby.
"You're not doing a very good job. In fact, it's not even a mediocre job at that. ", he said, "Bella…Bella? Don't you want to do a good job for me ?"
"MMMHMMMM", I begged and choked at the same time.
"I can hear the other girls choking on their cocks right now.", he said, "They're all great little cocksuckers…better than you."
Damn. He should've stabbed me. It would've hurt less.
"If you think I'm going to put my cock in there and let you fumble around with it, you're sadly mistaken.", he prompted.
I was blowing it…literally.
"Come on, Miss Swan or I'll be forced to bring some electricity into the mix.", he warned.
Electricity ?!
I kept struggling and gagging, coughing and choking. He didn't seem to care at all and just watched me, looking very frustrated.
He stood up finally and started to grab something. I kept moving harder, getting a little past the 4 now.
He came over to me and began to attach little thin wires to the edges of the pipes that enclosed my breasts and then another one he was clamping over the pipe below my pussy.
"Tell me how you wish it was bigger.", he said, not even looking at my face.
"MFFGGG WSSSHHHH WSS BGGGRRR", I gagged as I tried to say the words.
"Maybe you aren't as grown as you thought, Swan.", he walked away from me.
Why was he destroying me with his words ? This was different than gym class. I knew I sucked at sports. But now I suck at sucking ! I was getting mad at myself. I wanted to be better at this for some reason.
"Say I wish I could handle my Master's cock", he demanded.
I repeated the sentence through the humongous shaft in my throat.
I kept going as hard as I could…afraid he was really going to shock me with those wires…worse, that he would reject me.
I garbled more words as I choked, not letting it out of my mouth.
"Say I'm just a little girl playing at being a woman.", he further ordered, bored.
I said the words while I sucked harder and jerked my head harder, trying to get it all down my throat now. What he was making me say was beginning to piss me off in addition to the hurt in my heart.
My mouth and throat were getting so tired and my heart was breaking.
He shook a little remote control in his hand at me, saying, "My fingers are dying to hit the button, Miss Swan. And you will feel a jolt you will never forget."
"NNNNNNNMMMMM", I gasped and went even harder now, gagging and coughing but not letting it out of my mouth.
"Then stop wasting my time.", he warned, "Do I have to threaten you in order to get you to perform, Swan ? A slave of mine will do it just because I want it."
Something in my brain fired somehow but then I was like a new creature…and I was gulping and denying myself air as I shoved my mouth all the way over the fucking thing. If I was going to die then so be it. I would die with his approval at least. Who thought this would be the way I'd take myself out ?
"There you go.", he sounded a bit hopeful now, "Keep going…ooh all the way in ! That's Daddy's girl !"
I didn't need that image.
"Don't think, just do it.", he coached, watching me, "Pump that fucking thing until you can't breathe."
I felt the thing lodge into the back of my throat and I felt my throat muscles tighten. Then I told them to loosen and relax. I moved back and forth like a beast…not caring if I vomited. I could hear horrid gagging sounds in my throat as I worked, the drool dripping and moving down my neck to my breasts.
"Finally, keep going.", he sounded very pleased now, "Oh, that's a good little slave…you're getting it….keep fucking that thing with your mouth…Say I want your cock, Master."
"WWNNNTTT YRRR CCCKKK MSSTTRRR", I screamed as I choked over and over again, swallowing the tip of the fake penis down my throat until I was all the way up to the 8 over and over…I felt like a dumb animal, gulping and fucking the thing with my throat like it was the best thing I ever had inside it.
"Yyyeesssss", he sounded like Satan for a second as he smiled, watching me.
He had me do this forever…I guess he was making me practice. I missed the old days where I was being taught volleyball skills.
"You getting tired ?", he pressed a button and I felt a little jolt of fire shoot into my breasts, from the pipe going across the tops of them.
I screamed but kept going, increasing my speed.
"You need a little motivation, it seems.", he zapped me again and I felt a little sting in my ass cheek.
I jerked and it hurt more because the pipes were holding me so tight. And now they felt a bit hot against my skin.
I twisted my mouth, working on my speed and made all the noises my throat wanted.
"You are improving, Swan.", he said, surprised.
"I just used the low setting.", he revealed, "Next I'll use medium."
It went that way for a long time and finally he put the remote down. He grabbed my hair and stopped my head from moving.
"You're a fast learner, slut.", he said as I panted and groaned for air and relief. I still did not take my mouth off the cock I had become so familiar with, "In this class anyway."
"Open.", he put a finger on my bottom lip, "Release."
"Thank you, Sir.", I coughed and breathed.
"Look at how messy you are…", he wiped a hand over my open mouth and wiped all over my face and down my neck.
"Dirty little pig.", he used both hands to hold my hair, pulling my head back, "You would love to have me ram my dick down there now, wouldn't you ?"
In actuality, my jaw was so sore and my throat so tired that I didn't know if I could handle it right now.
I shivered and answered, "Yes Sir."
"No.", he gave my face three medium slaps, shaking my head a bit.
"I told you, you are here for me.", he reminded, "I don't care what you want."
"Yes Sir.", I trembled harder.
"You don't deserve my cock yet.", he seethed as he dropped my head down, "You weren't bad at the end there but it needs work. It's gonna take a lot more practice before you move to the advanced class."
"Yes Sir.", I answered.
"But at least you persevered.", he moved his hand over my breast, "A good little slave never gives up, does it ?"
"No Sir." I was so glad he still liked me.
"Well, that was a very nice recovery, slut.", he said, "You nearly failed. You are never going to come that close again, you hear me ?"
"Yes Sir.", I quivered.
"Was that humiliating for you ?", he mocked sympathy, "Degrading ?"
"No Sir.", I said honestly. The main thing I felt was embarrassment at myself and pain that he was not pleased with me.
"Remain there.", he walked away, as if I had a choice, "Keep practicing that cock until I come back."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir.", I said as he disappeared from my view, going towards the hallway.
So I took a deep breath and licked my lips, opening my mouth and making my throat go limp as I moved up and down the slick shiny shaft staring at me.
End of Chapter 11