I had been waiting for about a day, completely naked in my cell with nothing to eat, and only a crusty blanket and a hard bed to keep me company. There was a locked trunk at the foot of my four poster bed, but Brooks had taken the key when he had left me in my cell, unchained and unclothed. I decided I should just sleep, but I only fell into a fitful sleep after about 2 hours of laying there, traumatized and scared. And when I did fall asleep, I had nightmares.
I dreamt that I was being raped again, but this time in the middle of public. Nobody rushed to help me, or call the police, but they all formed a circle around us, and just stood and stared, a few people clapped or giggled. When my raping was over, the man burned me to death, but of course, I woke up before it started, although I knew what was about to happen.
When I did wake up, I found myself curled up into a ball, with the blanket on the floor, with Brooks stroking my nipples, staring at me with lust. I was turned on by this, but I still inched away from him, a look of surprise on my face. I felt like I was in a prison, and saw that I was in lacy, black lingerie and I felt like a hooker going swimming. It was too small and I felt uncomfortable in it, because Brooks had cut a three holes in it. One where my vagina was, and the other two where my boobs were sticking out.
"Since the lingerie was too small, and I felt your boobs needed to be at their full potential, I decided to cut two large holes where they could stick out, Princess. These are the clothes you'll have to live in, they're too small to take off, so I figured I could cut some sex holes, where we could have anal and vaginal sex, but I could still touch you wherever I want. Notice how the whole thing is lace, no cloth on it at all? Thats so I can stroke your body, and touch your skin directly."
I then realized there was a fourth hole, where my ass was, and that was for the anal sex he was talking about having. I shuddered at the thought of ruthless rape, and thought of all the pain i'd be in.
"I have a few rules for you, Brook. First, you must always let me be dominant during sex and you may not turn down sex. You have to listen to my every command, I am your master now, precious. Second, you must let me be dominant during our making out sessions, I must always be able to access the inside of your mouth. Third, you must never speak unless I am in this exact room with you, and I can check. I have surveillance cameras up on the walls." I glanced up when he said that, and sure enough, there were four surveillance cameras in all the corners of the room."Fourth, and the last rule, you must never take your lingerie off, or you will be punished. This last one is a privilege. If you dance for me every time I come in here, or whenever I tell you to, and follow all these rules precisely, than you will be allowed a room upstairs, with me, and be allowed to sleep with me, in my more comfortable bed." He whispered those last few words in my ear seductively.
"Now, we will have sex, and you must not turn down my dominance, or there will be a consequence, either being whipped, or rough, hardcore, full on, rape." After mentioning that with a smirk, he slipped off his clothes, and made me lay down on the bed. I laid there, terrified, and he started to suck on my nipples, while rubbing my clit, turning me on and making me wet. "Aha, I knew you liked this sex. So it must not be rape at all!" he laughed, and then, while still sucking my nipples, he inserted his dick into my vagina, and started to make out.
Despite his threats, I still fought for dominance. Finally, he beat me, by rubbing my clit, still pumping in and out of me, making me moan, all the while biting my bottom lip so I couldn't keep him out. After he had explored my whole mouth, despite my protests, he rolled me over and whispered, "Huh, naughty little girl! Already broke about 2 rules! And then he started out on our first session of anal sex. Without any lube or letting me adjust to his long and hard penis, he just roughly pumped in and out of me, while I was laying on the bed screaming and crying. It burned like shit, and he didn't care. It made me bleed, but he didn't stop. It made him horny, so he continued.
"Now this is what I call rape! Your ass is so tight, baby, I think I might do this everyday! Oh yah, I forgot to tell you, you're gonna be sore after this honey!"
After two more minutes of agonizing rape and bleeding, he finally stopped. He pulled on his pants, slipped on his shirt, and said he'd be back in a second with some food. He left the room, locking the door, and came back with stale bread, a bottle of water, and a bowl of cold soup, all on a metal tray, and I glared at him muttered "Fuck you..." and he grinned, and said, "Bon Appétit" and locked the door, leaving me alone, shaking and bleeding on the floor.