A literotic sexstories: The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three by Katlyn ,
Chapter Three: Visit One, Day Three
Sunday
Sally woke up having to use the restroom. She turned and was smacked in the face with the reality that she was chained to the monster. She had slept blissfully till now and had been able to forget the events of the last two days, well really only a day and a half. It seemed like it had been a week. She was desperate to relieve herself, but even in her groggy, desperate state she knew if she tried to get out of bed and the monster woke up and he would probably assume she was trying to escape.
Sally took a deep breath and touched the monster’s shoulder trying to wake him up. “Sir?, Sir? Please wake up. Sir!”
“What? What do you want?”
“Sir, I need to go to the bathroom, please Sir?”
“God damn it, girl. What time is it?” Mike sat up and looked at his phone that was by the bed out of Sally’s reach. “Ugh 4am? Seriously? Okay let’s go.” Make sat up and took Sally’s cuffed hand into his, and led her into the bathroom and stood next to her as she sat on the toilet. “You may go.”
Sally was terrified that there would be repercussions for waking him up in the middle of the night. So she went and was going to reach for the toilet paper, but looked at him instead. He was staring at her hard and expecting, and she knew there would be no quarter even at four in the morning. So she, in one more flourish of obvious surrender to her present situation, found her words: “I am finished Sir, will you please clean me off?” She wanted to die inside.
Mike’s expression never changed as he reached for the cup, filled it with water, and pushed her forward to run water down her backside and then pushed her back and did the same in the front, but inside he was pleased. What a good toy he had, and he was pretty sure this would work in the long run. When she was clean Mike spoke. “Face the wall position three.”
Sally was sure he was going to punish her in some way, but he lifted the toilet seat and relieved himself. When he was finished he spoke. “Up on your feet, Bitch, back to bed.”
Relief flooded Sally and as “Yes, Sir, Thank you for not getting angry. I really needed to go.”
“Why would I get angry? You did the right thing, you told me what your need was and let me take care of it, you behaved very well. If you had gotten out of bed without permission and without waking me, THEN you would be in trouble. Understand?”
Mike was holding the cover up and Sally was climbing into bed. “Yes Sir. I understand.”
“Good, let’s go back to sleep.” Mike wrapped his arms around his bitch and went to sleep. Sally took a little bit longer finding rest. She wondered how long he would stay. She was supposed to go to work Monday, He couldn’t stay forever right? She could go to the cops on Monday. Or maybe he was going to kill her. It was the first time that thought had entered her mind and she shuddered. Finally a fitful sleep found her.
She woke up when Mike touched her and told her to wake up. She stretched her legs and arms while laying on her back then Mike grabbed her head and pushed her down to his cock. “Suck on it for me, Bitch.”
This was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted breakfast, her normal life back, to read a book curled up on the couch or watch TV, or go to the movies, the things she usually did on her weekends, albeit by herself, but she enjoyed the solitude. The one thing she knew for sure was that she did not want another day with. . . It.
But there it was and her mouth opened as Mike pushed her all the way down with her hair tied up in his fingers. He pushed her opened mouth all the way down his hard and ready cock. He held her there, feeling her gag, then let her up for a quick breath of air before he did it again.
When he pulled her up the second time he pulled her head in front of him so her eyes were level with his face. “I did not want you to forget your place after a good night’s sleep. You are still mine and will do what I say when I say or there will be pain. Do you understand?
“Yes.” Sally’s eyes were wet from being held down on his dick and she was focused on catching her breath when he got mad.
“You fucking little ingrate! Let me encourage you to behave.” He pushed her head back hurting her hair. “Open! Open your fuckhole that is in the middle of your face, now!” Sally did wide eyed and scared as Mike once again pushed her all the way down on his cock and held her there just a few seconds longer. She struggled, but he had her under control. He brought her back up to catch her breath.
“Now lets try this again. Do you understand that you belong to me and you will do what I say when I say it?”
“Yes, Sir!” “Sir!, Yes Sir.” Sally was talking fast as she realized she had forgotten to say sir and that was what had enraged the monster.
Mike calmed down. “Good girl, good. Now get down there and suck some more, I will tell you when to stop.”
Sally was relieved she was going to be able to do it without ‘encouragement’, if that’s what he wanted to call it. She sucked. She remembered that when she swallowed he liked it so she did that, she went down to the base, she did not hold her position as long as he had made her, but tried to hold it there a bit as he seemed to like it. All her efforts were rewarded by his sounds of pleasure. She was relieved; if he was not pleased she was going to have a rough morning.
Suddenly Mike grabbed the hair on the back of Sally’s head and pulled her off his cock. Sally was confused, but did not say anything, understanding coming through like a beam of sun when he said: “Position One, on the bed, bitch.
She did not dare hesitate, but she was unhappy. She had thought if she pleased him with a blow job that would be enough, but she knew she could not voice any discontent. So Sally laid there, her head on its side on the mattress, ass in the air, dreading what was inevitable. She heard Mike reach for the lube in the drawer, but instead he just inserted a finger, dry, “OW! Sir that hurts!, Please Sir. Don’t do this.”
“Ah sweetie you know better, I have needs and you are here to fulfill them, okay, now what do you want me to do so it does not hurt so much?”
“Umm, Sir, I am not sure.”
“Come on you are not dumb think. . . what makes it go in easier?”
“Lube, Sir! Please Sir,” Sally started to cry as the reality of what she was saying sounded in her ears.
“Please Sir, will you use lube on my ass?” Her shoulder collapsed on the bed, but she kept her ass up.
“Well now that was not so hard was it? You will have to ask me every morning before I fuck your ass or you will get fucked without lube, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Repeat it back to me.”
“Sir I must ask for lube every morning before you fuck my ass or I will get fucked without lube.”
“Good girl” Mike rubbed her back, soothing her telling her what a good bitch she was as he pushed into her hole.
“Ohhh, Please stop. Sir, Please. “Mike laughed.
“Ah my pet, you don’t mean that, You would never ask your master to stop fucking you.” He was all civility, but Sally heard the veiled threat in his tone of voice.
Mike pushed all the way in then leaned forward and grabbed both of her nipples and pulled. “Ahhhh! “ Sally exclaimed, and Mike sat up with a big smile on his face and began pumping in earnest. Mike talked to Sally as he did.
“Now Sally you must thank me while I fuck you and after. If you need to say anything, I expect it to be your thanks and how much you love the sensations that are coursing through your backside now. If you want, you can even tell me how it feels to be stretched out I don’t mind knowing how much it hurts as long as you thank me afterward. Understand?”
“Yes Sir, It hurts Sir, a lot. I want you to stop, but I know you won’t.” Sally knew she was on thin ice with that last statement about wanting him to stop so she continued. “Thank you, Sir for fucking my asshole. Thank you for using lube, Sir.” And then she could not control the sobs anymore. For the rest of the time she just sobbed and he let her. He wanted her to know that this was her place and like it or not this was his hole. He drove the point home with each push. He did not let up his pace, perhaps because of her cries; he did not want her to think he would be easy on her if she cried, or that he would put her pleasure before his own.
When he released inside of her he pulled his dick out.
“Stay.” And Mike undid the cuff on his hand, and walked out of the room leaving her kneeling on the bed ass up face down. When he came back he had a warm towel and wiped her ass, then told her “Come, position two in front of me and clean me off. Sally made a face as she slowly moved to the floor in position in front of him. Mike was not impressed and his right hand forcefully met her left cheek, Sally was thrown off balance, but got back into her place unnerved and cowed. “You will show enthusiasm at giving me pleasure, no faces, no resistance, or there will be pain.” Mike bent over took Sally’s face in his hand, bunched her cheeks up together squishing her face and spoke barely above a whisper, yet annunciated each word and each syllable of each word. “DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. BITCH?”
“Yes! Yes Sir I understand” Sally said the words as well as she could through her distorted mouth, and was relieved when Mike let go and said “Clean me off.” Sally
Sally went to put her mouth on his cock. She was so scared to displease him that she worked her mouth up and down and just like before made herself go all the way down and almost gag. She even held it there for a bit. She wanted to earn some favor with her captor, because being on his bad side was very uncomfortable. As she swallowed with his dick in her mouth she heard his moan of pleasure and worked her mouth up and down faster. She was becoming quite good at this and Mike was noticing. “Lick my balls, Bitch” Sally took her mouth off his cock and licked at his balls as instructed. “Okay finish with my cock, we have a day ahead of us” Sally cleaned with vigor and sat back when she was sure it was clean and looked at Mike expectantly. She was not sure if she was expecting his wrath or praise, but she had done the job.
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