Chapter 13
When Carol awoke, it was still pitch-black in the room. Her eyes saw all kinds of crazy things. In the darkness she felt as if she was envisioning brilliantly colored geometric designs, shapes that formed, then dissolved, changing from one pattern into another. Something like the innocent idleness of childhood took hold of her as she remained suspended where she was. She allowed her mind to play with the different shapes, and all the discomforts which were still plaguing her were nothing other than a part of her present condition. Time seemingly stretched out, becoming totally irrelevant. She began perceiving time the way an infant might. The time was only the duration of watching each geometric shape change. Each change brought a change in time to her helpless mind.
Her bladder was swelling. If she remained here much longer, she would be forced to urinate, and the idea didn't sit well with her. In spite of all she had been through, Carol still regarded herself as a dignified individual, and didn't want to be reduced to nothingness.
She jumped when the dim light flashed on again, hurting her eyes for a moment. She looked almost blandly as the man in the ski mask suddenly appeared in front of her.
Once again she allowed her attention to wander around the room, looking at, and taking in, the different details. She was no longer horrified at this situation in which she was involved. She had come to accept it without questioning.
The man seemed to sense her attitude, and undid the ropes around her ankles, then unbound her wrists and elbows. Tingles shot through her skin as blood coursed through her, bringing to life those limbs which before had felt so dead. As blood flashed through her body, her behind, which had been in so much pain, began hurting even more, and she began crying softly as her strained flesh screamed with pain.
He released the twine holding the weight on her hair, and he unsnipped the electrodes from her nipples. Then he attached a dog leash to the metal loop of her slave collar and he yanked on it.
She fell to her knees, and when she tried getting up, the man made her understand that she was to stay on all fours like a dog. This was nothing new to her. Ann did it to her all the time.
She crawled along the cement floor to a door that had been off to the side, all but invisible in the gloominess of the room. The man opened the door and made her crawl in. It was a bathroom, a small one, but a complete bathroom, nevertheless. The tub was filled with steaming water. He attached the other end of the dog leash to a hook over the sink, between the toilet and the bathtub. Then he left the room.
Carol was free to tend to her needs, and she did so, immediately, thankful he hadn't dehumanized her by making her void all over the floor. She also relieved her bowels, for his oily spray in there had loosened her up.
After, she slid into the tub, finding all kinds of scented lotions on a glass shelf. She selected the scent she wanted, added it to the bath water, and washed away much of the agonizing pain she felt. The soothing warmth of the water was like a balm, and she nodded off.
She was startled awake, sitting up abruptly as she felt a tug on the collar around her throat. Oh God!
Carol realized her face had been sliding into the water and she might well have drowned before awakening. But the man was in the bathroom by the side of the tub. He had the other end of the dogleash in his hand, and he had tugged her upright. He had prevented her from drowning, but she had no illusions about his doing it as a favor to her. If she were dead, he would be unable to make her suffer.
She rose and sat on the edge of the bathtub, then swung her legs around onto the bath mat as he let the water out of the tub. He rubbed her down with a fleecy towel, but made sure she remained seated on the edge of the tub. His cock was hard again, and he was standing in front of her, the rigid length of the organ pointing toward her face. Carol knew what he wanted. He didn't even have to push, this time. The penis was thick with the need for relief, standing out as it did from his pelvis with its brown stubble.
Although this was not the first time she would be taking a cock into her mouth, this time she felt no revulsion at all. To her, it seemed the most natural thing in the world.
She parted her lips and quickly enclosed the head of the man's plunger in her oral orifice. She used her tongue to wash the entire penile head, licking at the tiny little opening in it, tasting some of the rich fluid oozing from it, colorless at the moment, but thick.
His lubrication was tasteless, and yet curiously arousing. She started moving downward, then stopped when she felt the head of his cock butting against the entrance to her gullet. Her father had insisted she take the penile tip in her throat, so there was no reason to assume this man would settle for less. She gagged, but didn't resist when he placed his palm on the back of her head and pushed. He wanted her to ingest every last bit of cock, but she wondered if it was humanly possible, considering the length and breadth of the thick cock. Oddly, she tasted coffee as she sucked, and gagged as he crammed more and more of the penis into her throat. When, at one point, she stopped, he pressed harder on her head, and she resumed, until her nose was pressed against the itchy stubble on his pelvis.
She felt somewhat chastened and rebuked as it was, even though gagging and choking violently as the huge penis pushed even deeper into her gullet. He was helping a little by thrusting forward with his hips.
All this time he made no sound and said nothing. The woman's face almost turned purple from lack of air, and her stomach was tied in knots before she discovered that by simply swallowing and relaxing her throat, she was able to take more of the penis inside, until the weighty testicles, also smelling of coffee, pressed against her chin.
He began sliding his cock in and out and a curious thing happened. As she sucked, she realized that his cock seemed to be getting a little whiter. Not only that, but at one point, when she gripped the phallus with her right hand and took it out of her mouth, licking around the head, the deep brown color changed to purple. But she have it no thought at the time. Once again the penis was almost violently thrust back into Carol's mouth, the man rocking forward and driving the tip all the way into her esophagus. In, then out, then in, then out.
She was drooling, her mouth crammed to capacity, unable to accommodate her own dribbling saliva as the man's throbbing cock pulsated in her burning oral orifice.
Of her own free will she reached between his legs and cupped is dangling sac. She squeezed them lightly, feeling them roll around in the heavy, wrinkled sac.
Little by little she became aroused. For the first time she realized she actually liked sucking a cock. This one had a tang to it, and the breadth of it seemed to swell in her mouth, yet filled it delightfully so that while panting through her nostrils, she was able to enjoy the tasty, meaty flavor of his organ. The head of his penis rubbed against nerve-endings in her throat, the same nerve-endings her stepfather's penis had massaged, but because this cock was so much longer and thicker, the pressure, and pleasure, was that much more intense. If she was unable to have the kind of loving she had seen Rand Forrest give Micky, then this kind of bondage, painful as it had been so far, had to be preferable to what she had undergone with Ann. She only hoped this strange man wasn't intent on killing her when it was all over, because she felt a need to service him. She wanted to live purely to be his slave, unless there was some loving way of winning him over.
She moved her tightly ringing lips back and forth over the man's throbbing cock. All the while her tickling fingers continued to massage his testicles.
She was going to come all over again, and this from merely sucking his cock. If there was any way in the world of making this man fuck her with his wonderful cock, she would find it. God! She had fallen in love with this massive sex organ.
Thoroughly aroused now, needing to come badly, she sucked all the harder, feeling his cock swelling even more in her mouth. The oils were flowing freely through his urethra and into her mouth.
The man was almost brutal in the way he pounded his cock into her narrow gullet, choking and gagging her each time. His hands were woven through her brown hair, tightly tugging back and forth as he kept on cramming every last little bit of his penis into her mouth.
Carol whimpered, aware she was on the verge of orgasm. He rammed his massive organ into her gullet again and again, and she started sucking all the more feverishly on it, because in doing so, she intensified her own desire to come. Raging lust blasted through her and she was aware of stronger sensations than ever.
Her clitoris, at the apex of her inner lips, tingled. Her vaginal meat was delicately stimulated by the oils flooding out of her and running down her inner thighs. The agony of her desire continued building in her until she thought her vagina would scream because of the ache to climax. Then she was doing just that, climaxing all over, unable to control herself, coming as hot oils splashed from her cunt onto the feet of the man standing before her. She sucked even more violently.
Then she felt the hot, needle-thin spray of his seed spurting into her mouth. She swallowed furiously, trying to take in all his sperm. There was too much of it, even now, when it was his second orgasm. She began wondering just how much time had passed while he had left her alone in the dark.
The fluid welled up in her mouth, and she swallowed, remembering how angry her stepfather had been when she had allowed some of it to leak out the corners of her lips. This time she was more careful, certain this dominating man might punish her even more hardily than with a few face slaps as her stepfather had done. The last of his sperm entered her mouth, and all the while her lips had continued their massage of his penis, even as it shrunk. Now, short as it was, it was also clean.
He tugged his cock from her mouth, and she was about to stand. A tug on the dogleash made her aware she was to crawl. He led her from the bathroom through the other room, upstairs, to a boarded-up house.
She had been in a boarded-up house. The room where he had kept her prisoner had been the basement. But even in the boarded-up house she had limited freedom. There was the huge, circular kitchen, with the windows so tightly boarded up she was unable to tell daylight from darkness. The same was true of the small dining room window. Large doors, leading to almost all other parts of the house were shut, locked, and sealed so she was unable to see into any other rooms.
Behind the kitchen was a small, windowless room, In it, was a bed, a nightstand, and a lamp. The floor was wooden, with a small throw-rug near the bed.
The man removed the dogleash and instead, used a long dog chain, hooking one end to her collar, and the other end to a ring driven into the wall in the windowless room. This way she was able to walk the full length and breadth of the kitchen unhampered.
He gestured to the stove, the cabinets, and the refrigerator. He wanted her to do some cooking. Carol knew better than to argue with him. She went to the refrigerator, found one steak, one package of lamb chops, one potato, a single serving of different kinds of vegetables, and one pudding, one gelatin dessert, and one slice of cake. Without being told, Carol understood she was to cook solely for him, and not for herself.
She prepared the lamb chops with a baked potato and some asparagus. Then, while she put it on the table, she saw him take a can with no label, open it, and dump the contents into a dog dish. God! Not dog food, she hoped, not dog food! She had to get down on her belly and eat it without using her hands. It smelled like corned beef has, but she was uncertain. After, she stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, then he led her into the little room and lay on the bed, gesturing for her to lie on the throw-rug. He turned out the lamp, and they fell asleep.