“Ahhh that was refreshing” She pushes off you as your flaccid dick slides out of her pussy, cum still leaking from her sex into small puddle just above your shrivelled dick. Your breathing is erratic and harsh; you shield your eyes with your arm as you can’t bear to look at the crime scene. You told her that guys have a refractory periods and can’t get erections during then but she slapped you across the face and said ‘Sex toys don’t talk, shut the fuck up’ as she continued to ride your flaccid dick.
You raise your arm slightly to see that she’s at the door now. She had put her short ass kimono back on but it was hanging off her shoulders, leaving her small chest still exposed. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Bye bye!” She waves before shutting the door shut. You also hear her giggle to herself behind the door. What a sick fuck.
You moan and groan in pain as your dick has taken a severe beating again this morning. You’re not going to lie it was pretty hot when she first kidnapped and raped you, hell it wasn’t even rape since you actively put in the effort to fuck her but it was soon after you realised your place as she locked you in a dingy basement and continued to fuck even though you begged her to stop.
You tried to leave when this all started first but she just smacked you. You tried to fight back but she pulled a sword out on you. Threatening to torture you if ever tried to escape. And so you’ve been obedient since then. Your situation might be dire but you don’t want to make them worse.
Recently she did move houses and of course took you along. Disguising you as her husband to the moving company and everyone else involved. The reason why she didn’t stream for so long wasn’t because she didn’t have internet or it was taking long too move in, no she already had all the sorted within a week. She was waiting for her little sex dungeon to be constructed AKA your new home. It was lavished with sex toys beyond your imagination but it didn’t really make for such a habitable place, only occupying a bed, a sink and toilet.
She would you bring you fast food whenever she came to fuck but she never allowed you to feed yourself, whether it be by hand or mouth-to-mouth she would feed you; the amounts times you had to suppress the urge to puke as she transferred halve chewed fast food through deep suffocating kisses.
She also let’s you come out every other day so you can wash up but you would always be on a leash and cuff and would proceed to molest you in the showers as well.
It’s probably been a few months since you were first kidnapped, no one cared about your disappearance as you had no family, no friends, recently laid off from work, no cared if you suddenly disappeared and that made you the perfect target.
However, you think you’ve had enough of this shit. You yearn for freedom and to be treated like an actual human, not just a subject to sasitfy her voracious appetite for sex. Sitting up slowly because your crotch is still in pain, you survey the room. There has to be something around here that could help you get out. Maybe just maybe she left the door unlocked? It sounds like a pipe dream but it can’t hurt to try.
Thankfully you’re not restrained while in the sex dungeon so you can move freely. You approach the metal door; it mimics a door you might find in a prison. You push on the door not expecting it to budge but lo and behold it opens. You can’t believe… The dumb bitch forgot to lock the door! You pump your fist silently. You can’t celebrate just yet, you have to get out of the house first; it would also help if you found some clothes. You don’t think anyone would appreciate a naked man running wild outside.
You slowly creep up the stairs, one step does produce a creaking sound which stops your heart but it seems like she didn’t hear anything.
You have a vague understanding of her new house. You know she spends most of her time in her room which is right beside the stairs to the dungeon. Where you need to go is the kitchen where all the laundry is held but you have to go past her room so you gotta be real sneaky. You hold your breath and attempt to tip-toe past her room. You can hear her talking to someone. Is the lazy bitch finally streaming? Wait no you hear another guy’s voice, she’s playing league. Probably stringing along another guy, poor idiot doesn’t even know just what she’s capable of.
You manage to sneak past her room without rousing any suspicion and end up in the kitchen. There’s a pile of laundry in a basket, you don’t know whether it’s clean or not but it;s not like you have a choice in what to wear just as long as it fits. You scavenge through the pile skirts, panties, bras… basically all the shit you can’t wear and won’t fit. There’s gotta be some loose fitting tops or tracksuits.
You manage to find some tracksuit bottoms which are a bit tight but will have to do. All the tops however were way too small for you; guess you’re going to have remain topless.
It does feel weird to feel clothes on your skin again. You’ve been naked for god knows how long and it feels nice that you can cover yourself up like a normal human being.
With some pants acquired, it’s time to make your escape. You have to sneak past her room again and you can hear her muffled giggles.. A few months ago you would have found those little giggles of hers adorable but now they do nothing but instil fear and remind you of horrible times. You shudder and shiver but now is not the time to dwell on the past, you gotta make your escape now. It’s now or never.
You reach the front and quietly pull down on the handle but unfortunately she actually locked the front door, damn. You scan the surrounding area for any keys but there’s no luck. Fuck. Maybe some of the windows might be unlocked? You head to the front room to see bay windows facing the street, please be unlocked!
They are fucking locked. God Damn it she couldn’t have been lazy just one more time leaving another window or door unlocked? You mull over your options then it hits you. Break the window. It would definitely alert her but you have confidence in your ability to run away.
You look around to see if there’s anything small enough to throw but heavy enough to hit hard. A foot rest! Perfect. You hold the footrest above your head and line yourself up with the window. Here goes nothing.
You chuck the foot rest at the window with all your might and it shatters. YES! You pump your fist in the air again. Now to get the hell out of here.
The shatter wasn’t exactly clean and you cut your hands trying to get out but you couldn’t care less. Right now you stand on her front lawn, in a big open world. It’s dark and cold but it couldn’t feel any more welcoming… You’re finally free!
You need to run, just as far as possible from here. And so you do, you run as fast your legs can carry you. You overestimated your ability to sprint as pain and fatigue already begins to strike you, guess being trapped in one room for so long really does put a hamper on your physicality but you still run, faster and faster. Through the pain you can also feel adrenaline coursing through your veins. It’s exhilarating! Being able to feel the wind clash against your skin, the cold feeling up your body. It’s invigorating, this is freedom!
You don’t know how long you’ve been running but pain and stamina start to catch up with you as you feel yourself slowing down to a shamble. You’re heaving hard and legs burn but you’ve gone far right? You gotta be safe now. There’s no way she could catch you now.
While catching your breath you notice someone walking towards you. You flinch and stand up right. It can’t be her, there’s no way. They continue approaching and you slowly take a few steps back until you realise it’s no monster. The person at hand is way taller and has a much larger physique. On even closer it’s a man wearing a uniform, a police officer’s uniform. It didn’t cross your mind before but an officer is just who you needed to see!
You pick up the pace, walking, almost running. The officer finally takes notice of you and shrinks back a little, you don’t blame him. Seeing a half-naked man approach you in the dead of night would be terrifying.
“Officer! You gotta help me!” You cry out.
Still visibly shocked, the officer responds. “What’s the problem sir?”
“I was held captive until I just escaped now. You gotta get me out here!”
“Uhhhh yeah right then… Could you please follow me to the station for further questioning “He definitely doesn’t believe you, probably thinks you’re just a crazy man.
“Officer I don’t have any time, she knows I’ve escaped and is coming after me! Don’t you have a car?”
He puts one hand out in front and the other on his holster. “Please relax sir, we can sort everything out at the station” This fucker! Doesn’t he realise the severity of your situation? So much for being a cop.
“Officer you don’t under-“
“Darling!” You freeze. A voice known all too well sounds behind you. The officer raises his eyebrow questioningly.
Arms suddenly latch around your own as your abuser cuddles up to your side.
You don’t dare look down towards her, still looking toward the cop.
“Mouuuu Why did you run out like that? That gave me quite the scare!” She speaks in a faux cutesy voice, the same voice she uses when playing league.
“Oh hello officer! How are you doing?”
“I’m fine thank ma’am” he looks puzzled. “Do you know this man?”
“Why of course! He’s my beloved husband!” You shake your head rapidly but she pinches you hard enough to welt your skin.
He looks towards you again, giving you a concerning look. If he didn’t believe you before, he definitely doesn’t believe you now.
“It’s embarrassing to say” She fidgets “We were getting a little… how do I say it? Intimate? And you see my husband likes to play a more submissive role hehe.”
The officer now looked visibly annoyed at her previous statement. “Ok I get the gist of it but if you please refrain from getting me or any of my other colleagues involved in your sexual escapades that would be very much appreciated.”
“Right. Sorry officer, it won’t happen again. Right dear?” She pinches hard again.
“Y-yes officer, sorry for the trouble” You trail off.
“Well then I hope the two of you have a goodnight” He tips his hat and walks off in the other direction.
“You too, officer!”
“Well then dear we should back as well shouldn’t we?” You look down for the first time to face her. She’s wearing an absolutely adorable smile but you can see past it, you know what’s in store for you and just how fucked you are. You don’t respond as she tugs back home. Arms wrapped around yours like a vice grip.
Walking back is silent. Only the clacking of shoes against the pavement could be heard. You should probably drink in the scenery while you can, remember how the wind and cold caress your skin as it’s probably the last you’re going to feel it. Your one chance at freedom and you fucked it. There’s no hope now.
You reach the front door of her house. You can see handiwork as a footstool lays on the lawn and some blood is spewed on the broken glass.
You both enter the house and you take one last glimpse of outside, trying to imprint in your memory. The door shuts and you’re trapped again.
She pushes you to the floor and straddles you, she disrobes in an instant.
“Sooo you try to escape, break my window and try to get the police involved?” She slaps you across the face, hard and fast.
“You deserve punishment for your disobedience.” She stands up again to grab the katana oddly placed in an umbrella rack. Knowing what’s coming you try to get up and get away but you’re too slow as the katana impales your hand, nailing it to the ground.
You let loose a blood-curdling screech as blood starts to trickle from the wound. She jumps back on your lap and rips your pants off and lines herself up with your dick using the katana as support.
“It’s going to get much worse than this!” She giggles as she twists the blade and drops her hips.