I'm sorry if you hate really crude words =stories but yes this is most likely going to be at least one of them
Basically, this chapter has a few crude words and sorry for being so obvious (You'll find out)
I hear the door open again and wonder why she is back. I hear her heeled footsteps coming towards me but she stops and I hear a clatter of something as it is placed on the ground. I can smell her, she smells really good and she is close. The only way I could tell was by using my sense of smell and hearing, since my vision is blocked. She walks around the chair and stops at my back. I can feel her hair on the back of my neck as she peels the knot that is securing this piece of material which is tied around my head apart and drops it to the floor.
"Doesn't it look delicious?" She spoke into my ear. "Want a bit?"
I nod and she takes of the bandana which is covering my mouth. She kneels down in front of me, picks up a plate full of cornflakes and milk and starts to feed it to me, using the metal spoon that was in the plate. I gulp the food down as it is the first food that I've had in at least 16 hours. She puts the spoon back in the plate and places it down on the tray that she brought in with her. I feel an unbelievable urge to pee and I really need to cross my legs but as they are tied to the chair legs so I can't. As she still hasn't put the bandana around my mouth I wonder if I should ask her if I could go to the toilet. The pain is telling me to but my brain is telling me not to. I pipe up anyway, I have to go.
"Linda, I need the toilet."
She twists her head really fast to look at me and for a minute I think it's going to detach it's self from her neck. She stands up looks at me and says "No." I can't believe that has come from her mouth.
"Linda, please...I'm bursting." I plead. "I'll do anything; I just really need to go."
"Anything she whispers to herself. "Fine, but if you try anything though, you're getting it."
I don't know what IT is, but I'm willing to take the chance. She picks up the two pieces of material she dropped on the floor and ties them tightly around my mouth and eyes, before lifting my arms up from around the chair and walking me upstairs to the bathroom.
When I get there she lets go of me and goes to lock the bathroom door. I try to pull my hands out of the rope when she's not looking but it doesn't help any. She does around and comes back over to me. Her hands whip off and drop the material that covers my eyes to the floor. Her hands then go down and I can feel them on my trousers, I hear (and feel) the zip go down. She pulls out my dick, directs it to the toilet and says,
"Come on then, we haven't got all day." Then end of the sentence is said quite sultry and I wonder what she is thinking.
I push and the pain that has been with me all day finally goes away. Her hand is still on my cock though and her finger rubs over the tip. My head flies up and my eyes look at the ceiling while I let a moan escape. The noise is caught in the material which is still covering my mouth but she looks at me and I swear that she heard it. Her head leans into my shoulder and she says aloud,
"I think you should have a shower, you smell a bit."
She bends down behind me and unties the rope which binds my hands together. I step forward, which is the start of my escape, but she grabs me hands and breathes against my ear.
"Don't you go running now."
My neck is hot, but the words send shivers down my spine. She slides in front of my and her hands grasp the bottom of my t-shirt and pulls it upwards, past my head and drops it on the floor. She then unbuttons my jeans and lets them drop to the floor; I step out them quickly and quietly and can't wait to get into my hot shower. She leans over, pulls the cord, sets the temperature and tells me to "Get in." And that she'll be "Back in a minute." She picks my clothes of the floor, exits the room and locks the door behind her. I step in and the cold water splashes over my shoulders and I know that if I change that temperature that she will go mental and that something worse than was has been happening will happen, but I change it anyway. The hot water rushes down me and all the tense feelings leave my body and rush down the drain.
A few minutes later the door unlocks and creaks open. She locks it again and for a few seconds she out there. I don't know what she's doing and I don't bother to look out. I'm enjoying the few minutes that I'm going to have in here before she ties me to that sore, splinter ridden chair. The shower curtain pulls back and I expect to be hauled out of the shower but she slips in and pulls it closed behind her. She's naked and she has a glint in her eyes and a smirk on her face. My hands drop to my side as I wonder what she is going to do.
"You've changed the temperature, you bad boy."
Her hand comes up and smacks me across the face. It stings and I place my palm to my cheek.
"Don't act like you didn't deserve it." She turns the cold water back on and runs her hand up my chest. My breathing quickens and she notices.
"Don't be so scared, you'll enjoy it."
Her hand slips in-between our bodies and she quickly grasps my throbbing, now hardened upright, cock. I haven't masturbated in ages and I now know that a few nights ago I should have or this wouldn't be happening. I'm so horny and gagging for it so when she starts to jack me off I moan. She looks at my face and smiles; she knows what she's doing to me so she slows down. I throw my hands on the wall behind me to steady myself.
"Please Linda...I need you to."
"To what, exactly?" She asks.
"Fuck me."
"Oh, there won't be any of that...yet."
She starts to pump me again. Faster than before and I can feel myself flying to oblivion. A few my strokes and I would be there but, she takes her hand off and I so near yet so far. She places her mouth to my neck and starts to suck. Her hands are up and down my back and I know that what she is doing is going to leave marks but I don't care because what I need is a really good fuck and hopefully that's what I'll get even though it's from the woman who has kept me in captivity for the last two days.
She lets go of me, grabs my hair and pulls my head back. I bent over now while she grabs the rope from outside and ties it back around my hands. She then turns the shower off and throws me out of the shower. I tumble and trip a bit but I land on the toilet. She throws a towel at me and says,
"Dry yourself."
She then proceeds to the rail that's hooked onto the door and pulls a towel off to dry herself. She then picks up a cup, which can only be described as water by the looks of it, and passes it to me.
"Drink it." She says forcefully.
I just sit there not doing anything. She grabs it out of my hand and places it to my mouth. She then grabs my short hair and pulls my head back. The water is slipping through the cracks of my lips and filling me mouth. It's dribbling down the sides but I don't.
"Swallow it." She screams at me.
It made me jump and my bodies first reaction was to swallow.
"Good boy."
She slaps my cheek twice and I put my head down and place my two hands on my forehead. She kneels down in front of me and says,
"You'll be ok."
Her hand glides through my hair and she kisses my hair before she stands up. My vision starts to go black and I now notice that the water must have been full of drugs to knock me out. My body tries to fight it but the next thing I know is that everything has turned black and I hear and bang telling me that I've slipped onto the floor.
Who knows what will happen next.