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Demetrius rolled his sleeves up, revealing muscular forearms. He didn’t take his eyes off her the entire time.

Those dark eyes raked slowly down her body from head to toe, drinking in everything the slender woman had to offer. She had always been slight in stature, often one of the smallest people in the room. Her pillowy breasts were half-hidden by flowing red hair falling in layers, but even so, it was obvious that they were pert and perky.

A deep flush had grown from her cheeks down into her chest. She wasn’t sure what this sociopath had planned for her but she was certain it wasn’t going to be pleasant. For her, at least.

Demetrius walked over to the seating arranged meticulously around the grand fireplace built into the wall between the array of toys decorating the rest of the space to either side. The seating area became the focal point for Bunny even despite the sexual apparatuses that had caught her attention so readily before.

She also noticed a large four-poster bed placed dead in the center of the room she had somehow missed while struggling through the aftereffects of what he had drugged her with.

Demetrius made his way over to the couch. “Come here, Bunny.” His voice was firm and commanding. She was frozen for a few heartbeats before noticing his narrowed eyes, a clear warning that more transgressions would bring more punishments.

She stood up and slowly began walking, until his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

“Crawl.”

A rising anger began building within her. Was it not enough that he was about to thoroughly violate her? Did he need to humiliate her, as well? Even so, she did as she was bidden, and sank to her knees. Crawling slowly toward him, Bunny kept her eyes trained on the floor, eyes raw from her constant crying.

Her current tears were not formed from sadness. No, she was angry. She could feel the same rage roaring that had gotten her into trouble before. Bunny wasn’t usually physically violent, though, unlike her father. She preferred to exercise her grievances through more conniving means, and she was no stranger to social subversion when she felt wronged.

Without that avenue of release for her rage, she was beginning to think that violence of a more tangible form would be her only option.

Once Bunny thought she was close enough to please him, she stilled, trembling.

“Oh, my sweet Bunny. So fearful,” Demetrius murmured, reaching down to softly hold her chin between his thumb and pointer fingers, “You don’t have to be afraid. I know this isn’t something you want right now… But you will want it. I promise. I don’t want this to be bad for you.”

Bunny’s face twisted into a snarl, her blue-green eyes rising to meet his. “I’m not scared,” She hissed, “I’m pissed.” His eyebrows shot up at her outburst. And then a sinister smile slowly spread until his bright white teeth were fully bared in a lupine grin.

“Oh, you’ll be fun to break, won’t you?”

Fun wasn’t the word that came to her mind, but if the bastard wanted to keep that outlook, he was welcome to it.

Demetrius released her and turned slightly to open a black box next to him that she hadn’t noticed before from her position on the floor. She couldn’t see its contents, perhaps blessedly so. When he turned back, he was holding a small bottle of lube and a moderately sized butt plug.

“Lay yourself across my lap.” He said, black eyes burning into hers. The intensity was enough to make her shift nervously, the flush deepening. Even as her brain screamed to run, her body obeyed him, fearing the consequences a refusal would bring. Gingerly, she crawled onto the couch and draped herself over his legs.

“Good girl,” He said, reaching to stroke her face with the back of his pointer finger, “Tell me, have you ever had your ass filled?”

Bunny gulped, fighting the almost irresistible urge to rip her face from his hand and shy away. “I have, yes.” The response was short and strained. Much to her chagrin, she could feel her body responding to the idea of anal play. It was one of her favorite bedroom activities, and she could feel warmth building between her legs.

Briefly, Bunny wondered if he was right. Did she want this? Her fantasies had centered around situations like her current one since she was young. That much was true. But the difference was consent. If she engaged in non-consensual play, it was always accompanied by a safeword and an understanding of her autonomy.

Here, in this hell, there were no safe words.

“Good. Then this won’t come as a shock,” With that, he laid the plug on the small of her back and poured lube onto one of his hands.

Demetrius’ fingers slipped between her plump ass cheeks and he gently prodded the tight entrance between them. Bunny whimpered before she could stop herself, then gritted her teeth. The bastard chuckled in response before slipping a finger inside. She knew her face was bright red, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of admitting to her conflicted feelings.

Demetrius began working another finger in, twisting and scissoring them to ready her body for the plug. She wriggled at the attention, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasurable feeling building in her belly.

“That’s it, good girl. Relax into it.” He murmured, continuing to work her open.

Once satisfied that she was ready, he slipped his fingers out and picked up the plug. Demetrius grabbed one cheek and pulled, exposing her completely. Then, he pressed the plug to the tight hole, pushing gently until it penetrated her.

He worked the plug in and out, rocking it deeper until it finally slipped inside of her, the entrance snapping shut snugly around the narrow stem. “There, now, was that so bad? Judging from your reaction, I think you liked that, didn’t you? If there’s a whore inside of you, Bunny, I’m going to drag her out kicking and screaming. I promise you that.”

She didn’t respond, instead squeezing and releasing, focusing on the weight inside of her, surprised to find that the fullness still made her core tingle with need. Would she break so easily? Bend to his will this quickly? And how could she possibly feel pleasure when she was so full of fury and fear? She had never felt so betrayed by her own body.

Demetrius wiped his hand off on a towel he pulled from the box. She could see its contents if she looked but quickly decided that she didn’t want to know what else he had in store.

Bunny hated surprises, and she wanted to hate this, too.

Without any warning, Demetrius slapped her ass, and she yelped in response. The impact drove the plug deeper into her. “Sit up, Bunny. Put your back to my chest.” His command rang clear in the still air.

She slowly got up, still getting used to the feeling of fullness. Twisting gently, Bunny sat stiffly in his lap, but he tugged her against him so that her back pressed against his firm chest.

Her heart was racing as sweat beaded on her forehead. Bunny could feel his hard cock even through his pants, pressing into her ass. But she could also feel her captor’s racing heart through her back. He was enjoying this. Too much, in her opinion.

Bunny gulped, shivering again, but this time from the fearfulness her indignation had been concealing.

His hands rose to her breasts, cupping them gently, pointer and thumb pinching around either nipple. He moved his fingers softly back and forth, working the little peaks until they began firming from his attention.

Bunny’s teeth clenched as she began the next battle against reacting to his affections. Her tits had always been hyper-sensitive; she could come simply from an expert pair of hands working them.

If she could say anything positive about the sociopath behind her, it was that his hands were clearly experienced in the art. Despite her best efforts she could feel herself responding immediately. The gentle pulse in her pussy began to flutter, her clit swelling as her wetness betrayed her arousal.

Demetrius put his lips to the nape of her neck before whispering, “That’s my girl.”

She gasped at the feeling of warm breath blowing gently across her skin, before growling, “I’m not your fucking girl.” He laughed darkly in response, a hand slipping down between her legs.

“That pretty little pussy of yours says differently.” She felt his fingers spread her labia, his pointer finger dragging slowly up her slit, before coming to a rest on her clit. “My, my, are you wet for me.” Then, using her wetness, Demetrius began circling the small bud, causing Bunny to wriggle as her teeth ground.

She didn’t want this. She didn’t.

A raspy moan escaped her reddened lips, swollen with desire even as her brain railed against the reaction. The soft flutter between her legs had turned into a desperate pounding. Although she wouldn’t describe herself as hypersexual, others absolutely would, and had. It didn’t take much to “bring out the whore in her,” as Demetrius had put it.

With one hand pinching and rubbing a nipple and the other expertly working her clit, she knew an orgasm was imminent. She was clenching involuntarily around the plug, stimulating herself further. As much as she fought the rising tide threatening to engulf her, it was inevitable that she would be pulled out to sea.

She fought it, but part of her needed it; she was desperate for that tide to roll in and extinguish the searing need burning in her throbbing core. It was only made worse by the fullness in her ass, the plug being jostled by her frantic writhing.

And then, Demetrius stopped entirely.

Bunny gasped, freezing, and his soft chuckle tickled her ear. “What? Do you want me to keep going? Did you enjoy that, you little whore?” The whisper was nearly inaudible.

“Fuck you, you sociopathic piece of shit.” She panted back, nipples swollen and pussy still begging for more. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, hands clenching him mid-thigh.

Bunny could feel shame and anger crowding in. She was furious with herself for giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. I’m only doing this because it’s better to cooperate, she reminded herself, I only have to pretend to like this until help arrives.

Against her better judgment, she was still intent on believing that somebody was coming to rescue her. She knew that the first 48 hours after being kidnapped were the most critical. Unfortunately, that window was closing quickly.

He had taken her the previous morning. That meant there was a little less than a day left at best. Bunny hadn’t seen any clocks and there were no windows, leaving her disoriented.

Demetrius reached under her arm and moved upward to wrap around the front of her throat. She felt his warm breath tickle her ear, sending sparks up her spine. “Stand up.”

Without hesitation, she leaped from his lap, stumbling slightly from the headrush. Her blood had pooled between her legs, leaving her dizzy with unwanted desire.

Demetrius stood, uncomfortably close, and ran a hand across the small of her back as he sidestepped around her. He then moved to the recessed shelving. Bunny watched him wearily while he rooted around one of the drawers, pulling out two long leather straps. They looked like collars, with silver buckles on the ends and large rings down their lengths.

Demetrius turned, inky eyes boring into hers. She felt another flush reddening her face and her eyes dove to the side, desperate to look anywhere but his face.

Without a word, he walked to her and knelt at her feet, and Bunny found a new opportunity to prod him.

“The next time you’re on your knees will also be because of me,” She snarled, teeth flashing as her face twisted with anger, “Because I’m going to ensure my testimony sends you to prison for the rest of your life.” Bunny was taking chances, her anger getting the best of her.

His smile was wicked. “No, Bunny. The next time I’m on my knees will be because I’m burying my face in that gorgeous pussy while you scream and beg.”

She sneered in response.

Demetrius wrapped the straps around her thighs and buckled them securely. He then stood, reaching a hand out to pinch her chin once more between his pointer finger and thumb.

“Little Bunny, you’re never getting out of here. You are mine. I own your body, and when I’m finished, I’ll have your mind, too. You’re going to be addicted to the way I fuck you.”

He was full of shit. She would never submit to him. Bunny’s mind had always been her own, even when it was the only thing she had. She wouldn’t give that up to anybody.

Demetrius looped a finger through the ring at the front of her collar, pulling her toward the bed. Another sign he’s a veritable psycho, she thought grimly, Who the hell places a bed like that? It wasn’t touching any of the walls.

Despite her desperation to ignore it and think of anything else, her pussy still strummed with an unbearable yearning for release.

Demetrius opened a drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a vibrator and dildo. He threw them on the bed, a pair of leather wristbands following shortly. Then, he crawled to the center and slid back, leaning slightly against the velvet headboard.

“Come here, Bunny. Lay on your back on top of me.” He purred, a smirk growing.

She did as she was told, laying on her back, her legs between his, back pressed once more into his muscular chest. Her heart was pounding steadily, skipping beats now and again. The disconnect between her body and mind left an inner war waging, and Bunny couldn’t help but feel her mind was losing.

He pulled her arms up to her chest, wrapping the bands around her wrists and buckling them. They had clips hanging off of them that she noticed with growing concern. Demetrius then pulled her hands to rest on either side of her and clipped her wrists to the straps around her thighs. The black leather stood out starkly against her milky skin.

Her mind gained ground in the war as she realized with horror that she had lost control of a set of extremities. There would be no fighting back with her hands.

Demetrius brought his hands to her breasts, rubbing and massaging her nipples until she began writhing, straining against the explosive pleasure sending shockwaves through her stomach, and into her center.

“That’s it, Bunny. Let go. I know you want this, even if you’re stubborn.”

She gritted her teeth, concentrating on staying still, furious with herself for betraying her body’s involuntary reactions to his touch.

Demetrius stopped, reaching over for the vibrator, and lifted his legs so that they lay over the tops of hers. He used his heels to pry her legs apart. She tried to snap them together on instinct only to find that they were firmly pinned in place.

Her kidnapper had muscles of steel even compared to her relatively high lower body strength. She was now truly helpless and bared to him completely. A familiar buzz sounded next to her ear and Bunny sucked in a sharp breath.

A thought bloomed. How often had she dreamed of forced orgasms given mercilessly by a gentle yet ruthless man? She railed against it. At one point, she had wanted that. But not like this.

In the next moment, the vibrator was placed firmly against her clit, and she felt a rise of sensation that sent her reeling. It was on a blessedly low setting that allowed her to resist moving even as he began tapping it up and down, obviously trying to elicit a reaction.

“The first rule is that you are never to come without my permission. Your pleasure is mine to give and take as I please, Bunny. You don’t get to decide when you finish anymore,” He whispered before pulling her earlobe between his teeth, stopping to say, “But we’ll see how long you last. I think you’re going to break.”

“As though I’d ever give you that satisfaction.” She spat, but her confidence was a facade. Bunny had always been sensitive and capable of multiple back-to-back orgasms. When she touched herself, she could reach her climax within seconds. She hadn’t ever exercised self-control over her pleasure..

Now, she desperately wished she had tried edging… but it wasn’t like she was planning on being kidnapped by a sexual deviant with sinister intentions, and she had never understood why you’d deny yourself the peak of pleasure when it was so accessible. Stamina was never something she concerned herself with.

“We’ll see.” He laughed mirthlessly before punching the button on the side of the vibrator to a higher setting. She immediately felt the effects as the walls of her pussy began to flutter.

Bunny growled, hunching her shoulders and pressing her back into his chest. Her eyes were pinched shut and her teeth were bared. She was concentrating on the strenuous task of denying her body something she had always given freely.

After a few moments, Demetrius hummed thoughtfully to himself, he pulled the vibrator away and placed it on the bed where it continued to buzz. It was once a delightful sound but now it rang out like a threat.

Next, he placed the tip of the dildo at her entrance, rubbing the tip up and down her slit.

She noticed immediately that it was huge.

Easily eight inches, with a thick girth that her chest and core tightened at the sight of.

“Get ready, Bunny. Things are about to get… difficult for you, I imagine.” Demetrius murmured, before beginning to work the tip in and out of her. He slid it in a little more each time until it sunk into her up to the hilt.

She was panting with effort as she strained to accept the toy.

It stretched her in a way that would normally be delightful. Combined with the plug weighing heavily in her ass, she was deliciously full and fighting against her own lust.

He then began thrusting it in and out of her, keeping a steady rhythm as his other hand lifted to a nipple. Oh, God, no, please, she thought to herself, eyes widening wildly as the burning need in her pussy grew to a fever pitch.

He stopped, leaving it fully inserted.

The vibrator was suddenly back, pressing firmly against her clit, and his fingers were still toying expertly with her nipple. She was writhing, jerking her legs in an effort to close them to no avail. His powerfully built body kept her spread effortlessly, even in the face of her struggle.

It was infuriating how easy this seemed to him. He didn’t even sound like he was exerting himself; his breathing was even and steady despite her frantic wrestling for freedom.

Bunny’s pussy was swelling, wetness spreading across the sheets. She was quickly coming undone, so close to breaking his rule.

“How about something new to help move things along?” He asked in a pleasant tone that made her squirm. It was casual, as though suggesting a restaurant they had never tried.

Bunny was relieved of the vibrator, and she let loose a gasp before she could stop herself.

The reprieve was short-lived, however. He leaned over, stretching across the bed to grab something from the drawer. When he leaned back, his hands came around to her front, and she glanced down to notice wicked-looking nipple clamps in his hands.

Her eyes widened, panic rising in her tight throat. In a few seconds, her nipples were being pleasantly pinched in a vicious grip.

“There we go.” He murmured, pleased with himself. He rubbed the pad of his pointer finger over the apex of a nipple, grinning as she jerked away from the touch that left her feeling absolutely electric.

Without warning, the vibrator was back, and her mouth was gaping, eyes wide as her hips wriggled under the strain.

“Please, please no,” She whimpered, shaking her head from side to side, “Please stop. I can’t.” Her words were short and choppy as she steeped in disgust at the unwanted desire drowning out her thoughts.

“Remember, Bunny, you are not to come without permission. You need to learn how to control yourself. You can do this, I promise. Just breathe through it.”

Even as he said the words directly into her ear, Bunny could hardly hear him. Her head was swimming, the crushing weight of pleasure threatening to destroy her self-control.

He grabbed her midsection to still her, hitching his thighs so that he could pin her hips and keep them still. Without the ability to wriggle away from the harsh buzz of the vibrator, it wouldn’t be long until she was sent flying over the edge into oblivion.

Bunny began crying out. It was senseless babbling, begging him to stop, pleading with him that she couldn’t follow his stupid fucking rule when he was doing his best to force her into breaking it, setting her up to fail. The worst part was the knowledge that he had planned this, he was fully aware that she would not be able to follow his directions. This bastard man wanted her to earn the punishment he had in mind, through whatever means necessary.

And so it happened. She lost the war.