You May Call Me Gabriel Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – You May Call Me Gabriel Ch. 03 by SashaS_EroticaQueen,SashaS_EroticaQueen
Caged — Days 4 & 5

Natasha slept fitfully on her third night in the cage. The aches and pains in her body were too persistent to ignore and the particular locations of her injuries meant she could not find a position in which to alleviate the discomfort. Her chest was the worst, throbbing painfully under the bandages. But when she tried to lie on her back, her ass and upper thighs suffered in turn. The area the subject of the caning was still very tender and would take at least another week to heal. The overall effect — mentally, as well as physically — was devastating. At a tender age of twenty-one, Natasha had never experienced anything like it. It was little wonder she was having second thoughts.

Lying in bed listening to her tossing and turning restlessly, Gabriel pondered his next course of action. He was not particularly concerned about the young woman’s lack of comfort, but he knew from previous experience the kinds of complications that could arise and what they could lead to. Some women were tougher than others, it went without saying, but generally speaking they were weak. Much weaker than the men he had tortured and that had lasted for weeks before breaking down. Had this been just any girl he likely would not have cared so much, but this was Natasha. The daughter of an Army general and the most coveted girl at every base they went to. Gabriel had grand plans for her future. Notwithstanding all the things he put her through, he also planned to keep her healthy and in fighting spirits. Finally, he made up his mind, springing lightly from his bed. Time to give her a helping hand.

Halfway through another turn, Natasha realised Gabriel was there, leaning over her. In the darkness his blue eyes glowed like a wolf’s and she cried out in fright, throwing an arm up before her. He caught her wrist with lightning speed and brought it back down.

“Relax,” he ordered, firmly. “I’m here to take care of you.”

While she looked at him in a daze, he pulled her out and placed her on a sort of a padded trolley on wheels, low to the ground. After strapping a wide belt around her waist, he proceeded to wrap leather cuffs around her arms and ankles, immobilising her completely. She moaned in sudden fear, but on this occasion at least, it was not justified.

“Shhh… shhh… be a good girl now and relax. Just relax,” he crooned to her soothingly while stroking her hair, and slowly but surely, she grew quiet under his hand. She saw him turn away briefly and in the next moment he was strapping a piece of rubber over her bicep.

“No! Please… what are you doing?” she pleaded, her eyes wide. Instead of replying he tapped her skin lightly, looking for the vein. Having found it, he inserted the needle and taped it in place. He unstrapped the rubber letting the blood flow resume, before connecting the tubing and hooking her up to a drip.

“You’ll feel a lot better soon,” he told her as he wheeled her back into the cage. The gurney he was using seemed designed for the narrow space, for it fitted perfectly. Natasha watched him through drooping eyelids as he hung the drip on the outside of the bars and locked her in once more. Whatever it was that he gave her was fast acting, because she could feel her body relaxing already.

“Mmm…” she tried to thank him, but the powerful mix of anaesthetic and morphine was in full effect and before she knew it, her world went black.

*******

When Natasha next came to, the lights in the dungeon were on, which usually meant it was daytime. She felt better, if not exactly awake, and she gazed around her curiously wondering where Gabriel was. Although he had hurt her as he promised he would do, he had also given her pleasure — and besides, he was the only person that she could hope to see while she was here. She felt pretty sure he was also the only one who knew where she was, a thought that scared her if she dwelled on it for too long. Supposing he left, what then? She could easily starve to death, alone where no one could find her. She shivered delicately, feeling the panic set in. Then through the bars she saw a shadow fall on the floor, and she realised he had been there all along. Watching her with his blue wolf eyes.

“Hello Natasha,” he said in his usual calm voice as he strolled over to her cage. “How are you feeling today?”

She waited until he was squatting beside her, on the other side of the bars, to answer.

“Better, thank you,” she said, looking him in the eye. He seemed pleased at the response. With a corner of his mouth lifting into a smile, he reached into the cage and placed a hand on her forehead — the hand that had slapped her and cut her and caused her pain. Now it simply felt big and warm and very much male. Noticing the pattern of her thoughts, Natasha closed her eyes in embarrassment. What the hell was wrong with her? He was not interested in her, except for the purpose of his sadistic game.

Reading the expression on Natasha’s face, Gabriel smiled more broadly. She was weakening, it seemed. That would make everything so much easier.

“You’ve been out for two days,” he told her, watching as she recoiled in shock. She was still strapped down, however, and soon she slumped back weakly.

“I don’t believe you,” she said, frowning. Then, “What did you give me?”

Gabriel reached for her arm. He had left a needle in her vein, in case it was needed again, and he pulled it out as he replied.

“I gave you what you needed,” it was all the information he would provide. He had neither the time nor the inclination to discuss the matter further. As he turned to her with a look of anticipation on his face, he saw her pupils narrow in fear.

Squirming inside her straps Natasha watched helplessly as the door to the cage swung open. Gabriel pulled the gurney out in one quick movement and took hold of her chain before undoing the straps. Then he stood back and waited for her to get up.

“No,” he said when she tried to sit up. “On your hands and knees.”

Shakily she complied. To her relief she did not feel dizzy and when he walked away tugging at the chain, she followed. She was wondering what he had in store for her when suddenly she saw him stop and place something on the floor. When he stepped to one side, she saw it was a bowl of food. Not milk or soup, but chunks of meat and vegetable and pasta that smelt as delicious as it looked. The only problem was, there was no spoon or fork and puzzled, she looked up at him for guidance.

“Eat,” he ordered, in a tone that brooked no refusal. She reached for the bowl, but he kicked her hand away.

“No hands,” he told her. When she failed to act immediately, he bent down and grabbed her by the back of her neck. Shoving her face into the bowl he repeated his earlier command.

“Eat,” he said calmly. “Or I will feed it to you through a tube.”

Natasha needed no further prompting. Feeling humiliated beyond words, she lowered her head and began to eat. It was not a very large serving and despite her handicap it did not take her long to finish. He made her lick the bowl out — then he marched her to the tiled area that served as the bathroom. He never let her get up, but hosed her off on all fours, making her feel like his pet. Her hair was lank and sticky, and he shampooed it for her, pulling her head back to keep the soap out of her eyes. All his movements were measured and graceful and despite herself she found herself enjoying the attention. She even let him spread her legs and lather her private parts. He shaved her with a men’s razor until there was no hair left. When he was done, he made her kneel before him so he could check her chest. She winced when he touched her scars, but he gave her a warning look that quickly shut her up. Having finished examining her, he nodded satisfied and led her back across the room.

“Time for some more fun,” he announced. But as he pulled her to her feet preparatory to tying her to a large vertical wheel, Natasha had a sudden and irresistible urge to fight him. It was totally irrational, for two reasons. One, she could have used the safe word, and two, he was much bigger and stronger than she was. Yet, once the urge possessed her, she could not resist. She did not want to use the safe word and end the game, dammit! She only wanted him to cut her some slack, she thought miserably. Then, without warning, she stuck out her arms and shoved against him with all her might. While he was busy maintaining his balance, she kicked him as hard as she could between his legs.

Gabriel’s reaction was not what she predicted. She knew she had hurt him, because he bent over gritting his teeth, but he did not fall down, nor did he give her a chance to get away. Instead, he yanked at the chain, pulling her toward him. Before she knew what was happening, he was lifting her off the ground, with one arm wrapped around her waist. A second later he had slammed her against the wheel with brute force. The air rushed out of her lungs, leaving her struggling for breath. He pushed against her with his great bulk while pulling her arms above her head. A second later, she felt the thick leather straps close around her wrists and she knew she was trapped. Again.

To say that Gabriel was angry would have been a vast understatement. Natasha’s latest attempt at defiance outraged him. After all the care he had shown her, it was hard to believe she was dumb enough to try kicking him in the balls. Not that she missed. She just did not connect with enough force to incapacitate him. In Gabriel’s opinion she could not have failed more dismally. She had not hurt him, but she sure as hell had made him mad. And there would be a price to pay.

“You stupid, stupid girl,” he clucked, spreading her legs and tightening the straps around her ankles tighter than was necessary. “That’s no way to treat your host. I have half my mind made up to escort you out of here, right now. What do you say to that?”

Straightening up, he glared at her until she dropped her gaze. It did not take long, since she was naked and helpless, and she did not feel like fighting him anymore.

“Please, don’t do that. I’m sorry,” Natasha said, hanging her head. Her long black hair spilled forward, still wet from the shower, and he grasped it and pulled on it, making her face him.

“You’re not sorry yet,” he said, his jaw working angrily. “But you will be, I promise.”

A minute later, while organising his tools, he saw her watching him and in a burst of irritation he tied a blindfold over her eyes. Not wanting to listen to her pathetic pleading, he followed up with a gag, shoving it in her mouth violently. She made sounds of protest as he tightened the straps across her head, and he used it as an excuse to slap her. Once. Twice. Three times. Then while she moaned pitifully, he spun the wheel she was on. He let it spin until the momentum ran out, listening to her frightened moaning through the gag. The wheel stopped with her the right way up and he spun it slowly around, so that she was upside down. Her hair trailed on the floor, her head hanging loosely, but he had eyes for one thing and one thing alone: her clean-shaven, tight little pussy. He examined his tools briefly, already knowing what he would use.

Natasha thought she knew what pain was. She was about to learn otherwise. The metal rod felt cool at first as he inserted it inside her, making her squirm. The size of a regular cock, but significantly longer, it reached her cervix quickly, pushing against it. She felt him lock it in place somehow and a second later she felt the water filling her up inside. The rod vibrated with the jerking of her hips as she fought the strange sensation and the accompanying urge to pee. Being upside down and gagged, she was starting to feel a pressure building in her head and she moaned rather desperately trying to communicate her distress. Her muffled pleas fell on deaf ears. The water filled her inexorably, spilling out and running along her body. Seconds after this happened her bladder gave way. She heard him chuckling in satisfaction as her piss ran down her torso and over her face. Then when all of her skin was wet, she heard the click of a switch, and the real torture began.

Gabriel knew about electric torture the way he knew about every other form of torture available to man. The tool he was using today was his special adaptation and one that had been thoroughly tested before. In his experience, most of the women passed out within minutes if higher voltage was used. In order to prolong Natasha’s suffering, he adjusted it to a lower setting, before rocking back on his heels to enjoy the show.

With the current arcing over her wet skin, Natasha’s body started convulsing — enough to make the wheel she was tied to rock from side to side. Biting down on the gag, she could not scream as her muscles constricted time and again. Her fists clenched and her toes curled, but that was nothing compared to what her pussy was experiencing. The large metal rod that was the source of the current vibrated against her walls, stimulating her in a way she had never been stimulated before. The sensation was like a series of orgasms that quickly spiralled out of control. In absolute shock Natasha shook silently, praying for the torture to stop. It did not. She did not know it, but Gabriel was waiting for her to pass out. She lasted a full ten minutes before her body finally succumbed.

Withdrawing the rod from Natasha’s pussy and the gag from her mouth — it was too risky to leave it in once a person passed out — Gabriel smiled to himself. His rage had cooled somewhat but it would not steer him from his plan. He splashed some more water on her face to help wake her up. Then he picked up the other implements with which to proceed.

Natasha coughed when the water splashed up her nose. She was still coughing when he spun the wheel to bring her into upright position once more. For a moment, he stood back and watched her straining against her bonds, with her head hanging in defeat. Then he turned his attention to her breasts. Being perky and full, they stuck out invitingly and he pinched the nipples with ridiculous ease between the heavy-duty clamps. Feeling the metal bite down, Natasha cried out and began to shake violently, all over.

That’s more like it, Gabriel thought, watching her. Still, she was not screaming, and he absolutely demanded it. Leaning down, he gave her no warning at all before ripping the clamps off her nipples and threading the first needle through.

Natasha screamed brokenly as the large piece of metal pierced her nipple. He followed the piercing with a thicker piece of metal, leaving it wedged inside. As he grasped the second breast and prepared to pierce her, she started to sob.

“Please… have mercy…” it was gratifying to hear her beg and he took his time threading the needle through the second nipple, enjoying every moment.

With both her nipples pierced and the holes stretched with metal bars, Natasha shook uncontrollably on the great wheel. When Gabriel finally untied her and lowered her to the floor, she went to curl up at his feet, whimpering miserably all the while. She still had the blindfold on and so she did not see him pick up another object as he pulled her toward him by the chain.

“Lie across my knees,” he ordered, helping her into position. Trembling with the cold, Natasha obeyed. Her nipples throbbed painfully distracting her for a moment, but when he spread her ass cheeks apart, she knew what was coming.

“No, ple…” she never got to finish because he shoved the anal plug inside her so fast. It was a big one, too, but he felt she could take it. Did he not fuck her ass with a large dildo a few days ago? Reaching for the chastity belt, he pulled it between her legs and locked it in place. Only then did he let her go.

“Listen to me very carefully,” he said while removing the blindfold from her eyes. “You’ve been a very bad girl. A very disrespectful guest and for that you must be punished.”

He noted with satisfaction that she kept her gaze lowered, too afraid to look him in the eye. Her legs trembled as she knelt before him with the thick plug filling her ass. She was in the perfect state for what he was about to do.

“Now it’s up to you how you take your punishment,” he continued smoothly. “You may scream and fight or you can go down quietly. Once inside you can drive yourself mad or you can use your time to think. Either way you will not come out until I decide you’re ready. Do you understand?”

She nodded without understanding, for she did not know what he meant. He made it clear soon enough. Dragging her by the chain, he strolled over to the trap door in the floor. It seemed too small to admit an entire adult, but appearances could be deceiving. He pulled on the latch and a black hole opened up beneath them.

“In you get,” he said. She shook her head no. When he went to pick her up, she prostrated herself on the floor and grabbed hold of his feet.

“Please! Gabriel! Please don’t do this!” she sobbed, her whole body shaking. “I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so sorry! I’ll never be bad again I promise!”

Gabriel had to admit she sounded sincere, but then so would anyone else in her position.

“Do you want to use the safe word?” he asked her, with a frown. She bit her lip, before shaking her head ‘no’ — and so, he bent down and dragged her back to the hole, saying,

“Come now. The sooner you get in the sooner we can get it all over with.”

She made as if to fight him then, but he pulled her up by the hair, practically lifting her off the ground.

“Do you really wanna fight me again?” he asked her. She could not answer she was crying so hard, but she did not resist when he pushed her backward and lowered her into the hole. As he closed the trapdoor her sobs echoed out at him then were shut off. He felt no pity. She had to learn her lesson, that was all.

*******

Caged — Day 6

For the rest of that day and night Gabriel left Natasha down the hole. It meant he had to deny himself the pleasure of fucking her, but being strong willed he did not mind. As aroused as he was, he did not try to masturbate and so ease his tension: far better to let it build and release it at the appropriate time. Inside one of her three holes — preferably more than once. He hoped she would appreciate the attention after her time inside, but if not, he could always lower her back down. Patience was a virtue and Gabriel had it in spades, only she did not realise it yet. He slept a lot, not worrying about Natasha or any noises that she made. Predictably she had gone quiet after a few hours, allowing him to rest undisturbed.

Inside the cramped and cold hole, with her body boxed in on all sides, Natasha was in a terrible state. From a very young age she had suffered a fear of darkness, often sleeping with the light on. She also hated small spaces even avoiding lifts where she could. When Gabriel lowered her into the narrow opening and shut the lid above her head, she was plunged into a living nightmare so terrifying she wet herself in fear. Having already emptied her bladder while up on the wheel, there was not much left to come out, but she felt the warm trickle well enough as she sobbed with her head against the wall. Her mental anguish was such that the pain in her body did not register for some time. Slipping into a panic, her system flooded her with adrenaline, giving her strength she did not know she had. It was of no use. The concrete cubicle she was in was too narrow to allow her to move more than a few inches and the trap door itself was incredibly solid.

Natasha’s nails scraped ineffectually against the harsh surfaces until her fingers bled and still, she did not stop. Feeling she had to get out or die she gave it her all screaming at the top of her lungs for the longest time. Her bare skin rubbed against the walls as she thrashed against them willing them to give way. The idea was ridiculous of course and in the back of her mind she knew this, but it only fed the panic inside. She screamed and fought for the sake of it, until her body could take no more. Passing out, she collapsed weakly in the only position allowed which was more or less upright with her knees slightly bent against the wall.

She did not know how long she was out. She knew only that when she came to, she was still trapped in the darkness. It made no difference whether her eyes were open or shut, but she kept them wide open all the same, straining to see in pitch blackness. Unbeknown to Natasha, the air for her unique prison was being supplied via a vent in the wall, meaning there was no source of light. She would not be able to see a thing until he opened the latch, and he was not likely to do that any time soon. Thinking about this she felt her body begin to shake all over again. The adrenaline had worn off by now and she could feel the steel bars in her nipples and the large plug inside her ass. With considerable effort she dragged her arms down, scraping her elbows against the walls. She ran her hands over the chastity belt in an effort to remove it, but it was made to measure and locked on her body securely. Sobbing quietly, she tried her nipples next, but found she could not touch them, let alone withdraw the metal with which he had pierced them.

Forced to give up, she felt herself sinking into despair the likes of which she had never known. He had delivered her straight to hell and there was nothing she could do about it. Gabriel. She wanted to scream his name, but her voice was spent, her throat raw. The heavy metal collar moved against her neck, reminding her of the chain. It was hanging between her breasts and miserably she grabbed hold, entwining it around her wrists. She felt comforted by it somehow, though she did not quite know why.

Hours later she was actually exhausted enough to drift into a tortured sleep. It did not last very long and when she awoke, she felt her terror grow. What if he never let her out? He had had his fun torturing her and fucking her every which way. Maybe he no longer had use for her or maybe she had made him mad enough to finish her off in this cruel way. The method certainly suited his psyche, adding support to her theory, and as the minutes ticked by Natasha became convinced that she was buried alive. Never mind that he had told her she was being punished and that he would eventually let her out. He was probably only saying that to make her co-operate, she thought, feeling her chest constrict painfully. The darkness pushed against her making it hard to breathe. She imagined she was suffocating, and she blacked out for the hundredth time. Then against her expectations she regained consciousness, only to face the same bleak prognosis.

With her sanity crumbling to pieces, she found the chain once more and held onto it for dear life. He would come and pull her out by the chain, yes he would yes he would. All she had to do was survive until then, however long it might be. That was all he expected of her, and it was the simplest thing he had asked of her yet. Just to stay locked in the dark for as long as he wished. In other words — submit to his will. He had the power to make her do what he wanted, and it was her choice whether she fought him or not. As she thought this, she felt the fight die inside her and all of a sudden, she could breathe once more. She lowered her head wearily and brought the chain to her lips. Gabriel. Angel of darkness. I will never disobey you again.

*******

Gabriel knew he had won the moment he next laid his eyes on his victim. The young woman was absolutely still in the tiny space, with her head bowed low and her arms hanging loosely by her side. Good. It was about time she came to her senses. Reaching in he felt for the chain around her neck and gave it a tug. It seemed to be stuck somehow, so he leaned in for a closer look. He quickly found the cause and his eyes widened in genuine surprise. She had wrapped the heavy chain around her wrists, something that no other plaything of his had done. This was a novel scenario indeed and it made him pause for a moment in thought. While he did so Natasha’s eyelids fluttered, a sigh escaping her lips.

“Gabriel…” she whispered, so quietly he almost did not hear her. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

All at once Gabriel felt a tightening in his groin. He could not have wished for a humbler apology, and he knew full well what it meant. Ah, such sweet surrender, he thought, grabbing hold of her under the arms. He pulled her out easily with his great strength and examined her carefully under the light. Besides the scars he had given her, she had fresh grazes on her elbows and knees, and her fingernails were broken and bloody, testifying as to what went on in the dark. He did not feel sorry for her, but merely shook his head as he set about cleaning her up. She would be exhausted he knew, but he could not let her rest without assuaging his sexual needs. Especially when she had done so well and turned him on even more.

After almost twenty-four hours in solitary confinement of the most extreme kind, Natasha could hardly believe it was over. Keeping her eyes closed against the light, she lay limp in Gabriel’s arms as he carried her to the bathroom and laid her gently on the floor. She felt him removing the chastity belt and pulling the anal plug from her ass. When he inserted a tube to flush her bowels out, she did not feel pain and she did not moan or cry out. As he hosed her off and shampooed her hair, she thought how fastidious he was at keeping her clean. It was a strange juxtaposition to the other things he liked to do that messed her up. Recalling the last thing he did to her before locking her down the hole, Natasha shivered where she lay. Once she started, she could not stop, not even when he wrapped her in a towel and pulled her against his warm chest.

“Here, drink this,” he instructed, pressing the neck of a bottle against her lips. She struggled to swallow but did as he said then she coughed as the liquid hit her throat. The alcohol he gave her was strong and he made her drink a fair bit. Soon the fire spread from her belly, warming her stiff aching limbs. He laughed when she hiccupped, and she dared to look at him at last.

“Are you still angry with me?” she asked in a small voice. He shook his head and smiled, but as he carried her across the room, she saw his look change.

Gabriel looked forward to the next session so much, he was hard before they even began. Luckily while waiting for Natasha’s punishment to end, he had prepared everything he would need. It therefore did not take him long to strap her in. He put the climbing harness on first, clipping it onto her naked body with practiced ease. He attached her to the hook from the winch before adding the thick leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles. These he tied to the ropes hanging from four metal rings in the ceiling. He activated the winch lifting her body off the floor. Once she was at the desired height he pulled on the ropes, stretching her arms and legs taut. She could use a good stretch after her bout in the hole, he thought. He watched in satisfaction as her limbs trembled under the strain. Then with his cock nudging at the edge of his pants, he fetched the final piece of leather and strolled over to her head.

Strung up with her legs so wide apart that she felt she was doing the splits, Natasha let her head hang back and moaned. She knew better by now than to beg for mercy, but when he cupped her head in his hands that was exactly what she did.

“Please…” she said her voice breaking. “Please don’t hurt me any more…”

To a sadist like Gabriel the words were fuel to the fire.

“Shh… little girl… shhh…” he crooned while pulling her jaw open and popping the rubber gag inside. Against her muffled protests he tightened the strap before producing the leather hood. He slipped it over her face, smiling at the terrified look in her eyes. The tight-fitting mask had only a couple of holes for the nose and when he had zipped it up at the back he pressed his fingers against them experimentally. Immediately Natasha moaned and arched her back in midair. Perfect, he thought reaching down and unbuckling his belt.

Despite her recent experience, or perhaps because of it, Natasha began to panic the moment the hood was pulled over her head. The tight-fitting black leather reproduced the claustrophobic sensation by blocking out her vision, but that was nothing compared to the horror she experienced when her only source of air was blocked off. No. Please, no. Once again Natasha realised that she had underestimated her tormentor with regard to what he was capable of. She had thought by submitting to him she would get him to show her mercy, but apparently it was not so. She thrashed weakly in her bonds, pleading inside her mind for him to stop. When at last he let her breathe again, she did so greedily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She had not yet recovered fully when she felt the tip of his cock nudge against her labia. With her legs spread wide apart, her pussy was open to him, and she moaned loudly in expectation of what was to come. He timed his entry to perfection, cutting off her ability to make the sound at the same time as he speared her deep.

Inside her head, Natasha screamed. She was spitted on Gabriel’s hard cock, and she could not draw a single breath. Her limbs twitched and so did her hips, making her move against him. Against her will she was giving him pleasure, and what was worse — it was turning her on. Forgetting her earlier promise she once again cursed his name. Bastard. Bastard. His hips began to move a second after he allowed her to breathe.

Gabriel could not remember when he had last seen such a sexy sight. Natasha’s naked body was a vision stretched out in the air before him, with the black straps of the harness and the matching black hood on her head. The image was made complete by the bright red scar above her breast and the shiny metal protruding from her nipples. Of course, she was wet, and that made it even better. His cock felt ready to burst as he fucked her with a steady rhythm, feeling her insides clenching around him. It was the fear and the pain that made her clench like that, as every sadist knew. He thrust inside her deep, pulling her close each time. Suspended from the ceiling as she was, she was easy to manoeuvre and he took full advantage, sliding her on and off his cock. He paused only to lean forward from time to time, in order to block her air or to flick her nipples with his fingers. Her piercings were still fresh and the sight of a few drops of blood made his cock swell even more, so that he resumed pumping her with more and more vigor each time.

Before too long he had his first orgasm inside her pussy, but he was far from finished he knew. His first thought on finishing was that it was time to check out her little ass, which he had plugged previously with such care.

Stretched out in the air with Gabriel’s strong arms swinging her to and fro, Natasha screamed into the gag with every breath that she had. Every time he pulled her onto his giant cock, she felt her insides clenching around it, her body shuddering in response. The muscles in her thighs felt strained already due to the way he had stretched her and when he pulled her against him, she felt as though she were doing the splits. Then, as he flicked her raw nipples, she began to cry under the hood. She stopped only when he blocked her air holes, at which times she would scream in her head.

Whatever effect the alcohol might have had in dulling her senses, Gabriel had counteracted it most efficiently by the adrenaline flow he induced now. Natasha felt him coming inside her and she was helpless to stop her own climax as with every other time before that. As with every other time, she could only tremble helplessly while he withdrew his still hard cock and plunged it inside her ass. Mercy was not a word in his vocabulary, but she screamed for mercy inside her mind feeling the full length of him slide inside and out of her tight little asshole. Inside and out as he swung her body through the air. Being so well stretched, her ass was soon contracting the same way her pussy had done and she cried into the gag as she experienced her first anal orgasm.

Gabriel. Please. Have mercy. But she did not mean it and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this as well as he did.

A full hour after he started fucking her, Gabriel came for the second time, inside Natasha’s ass. The pleasure was so intense he had to hold still for a moment with his eyes closed and his head thrown back. His cock throbbed and throbbed and in response he could feel her colon grip him repeatedly. He knew she would be in shock at the experience, and it greatly intensified his satisfaction.

Finally, he felt satiated enough to withdraw and he did so gently, watching the sperm trickle out between her ass cheeks. She was silent now, resting in her harness with her hooded head hanging back. He left her suspended while he took himself to the bathroom and turned on the tap. He had a large water tank concealed in the bushes next to the shelter and he could afford a long hot shower when he felt like it. He sure felt like one now, he thought, smiling contentedly. When he was finished, he dried off and put the kettle on. Then at last he went back and lowered Natasha to the floor. He took off her leather cuffs and harness and reluctantly the hood and the gag. He would have liked to have left those on, but he knew it simply was not safe to do so. Noticing her dry lips, he decided she needed a drink. She seemed barely conscious, lying limply in his arms as he brought the bottle to her mouth.

“Drink,” he told her, tipping the bottle over her face. He kept it tipped while she drank, watching the water spill down her front. When she was finished, he set her down and ran one hand between her legs. She was hot and wet, and he savoured the feel of her until the whistle of the kettle brought him back. Ok, he thought stretching. Time to put this baby back. Except this time, he would take some extra precautions in light of her previous performance. He turned to the suitcase at the base of his bed and extracted the heavy iron shackles and key.

Natasha watched through hooded eyes as Gabriel locked the shackles around her wrists and ankles. The length of chain connecting each pair was welded on, she saw. Why did he have to do that? Did he not trust her after everything? As though reading her mind he turned to her and said,

“Just in case, right my sweet?”

Then without further ado he picked her up and carried her to the cage. Compared to the hole in the floor it was a wonderful space, she thought and then she gave a strangled sob. How low had she sunk to start thinking of her cage that way? She curled up on the floor under Gabriel’s watchful gaze. A couple of seconds later she was asleep.

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