Control

4200 words

___________

Rose could feel her juices dripping down her legs as Sebastian withdrew his baton from her ass. Her face burned with shame. She'd been raped in her ass and she'd cum all over her rapist's fingers. Even though she knew that medically, her body had responded perfectly normally, she felt filthy.

The worst part was that she still ached. She still felt a low desire, curling deep behind her navel, and she was miserable.

Sebastian undid one of her handcuffs, and her arms dropped limply to her side. They'd gone numb a few minutes ago. If she had any energy she'd try to run again but she was spent. She was exhausted. She was his.

He clipped the cuffs in front of her, and almost gently pulled her towards her home. She followed along quietly, head down.

Once inside, he paused, taking in her home with a low whistle. "What do you do, Rose?"

"I'm a cardiac surgeon."

"Hmm. That checks. Nice home." Rose didn't respond.

He took his shoes off -

weirdly polite, but okay

. "Where's your shower?"

She blinked. "Upstairs in my en-suite."

He pulled her upstairs. Somehow this felt even more violating than what he'd just done to her - he stopped and perused each photo, walked around her room and ruffled through her drawers, looked through her perfumes. He pulled out a short lace camisole and another lace thong and tossed them out into her room. Then he turned to her.

"You're going to take a shower, and then you're going to put those on."

Rose bit her lip, but the reflection of the gun in her large bathroom mirror made her turn her shower on. She looked at him and held out her hands. "I can't shower effectively with these on."

He nodded, and uncuffed her. She stepped into her shoulder, unfortunately an open tile concept, although she was sure if there was a door he wouldn't let her shut it anyway. Why was he making her take a shower? He'd had no problem fucking her outside covered in sticks and dirt. Was this some sort of trick?

He stood in front of her shower and watched her as she moved underneath the dual rainfall shower heads. She became incredibly self-conscious under his gaze and tried to quickly lather soap over herself, but he reached in and grabbed her arm roughly. "Slower."

Oh.

He wanted a show. He was humiliating her and getting off on his control.

Pursing her lips tightly, she slowed down.

"Run your hands over your body, nice and slow."

And she skated her hands up and down her torso. She felt herself shriveling inside in shame, and she couldn't stop the flush spreading across her body as he commanded her on how to wash herself.

"Play with your nipples." He watched as she lathered soap over her breasts, pinched her nipples, and toyed with her small piercings. They pebbled underneath her touch and heat coiled inside of her. His gaze was burning her alive.

"Turn around and bend over. Clean the dirt off your feet." She shut her eyes tightly as she exposed her raw ass to him. It stung under the hot water. Dirt swirled in the shower water and she watched her dignity flow down the drain with it.

"Sit down and spread your legs. Clean your pussy and ass." Horrifyingly, her pussy ached with need as she glided her fingers through her folds, cleaning them as he'd instructed.

If things couldn't get worse, she was getting wet again. The fear that pulled her body taut was translating into sexual tension because her hormones couldn't tell otherwise. It was devastating.

Then, he pulled his shirt over his head -

oh god, he was

gorgeous

- and slid his pants and socks off.

Methodical

. He set his weapons to the side, and Rose eyed them for just a second. There was no way she'd get to them before he did.

His monster cock bulged through his tight black boxer briefs. It had to be at least 10 inches, thicker than the baton that had nearly ripped her asshole in half. It practically pulsed with need, veins running from base to tip. It curved slightly downwards, as if weighed down by its own sheer size. He grinned at her shock, and slid his boxers off. He beckoned her closer, and she hesitated.

He stepped into her shower and she flinched, thinking he was going to hurt her. Instead, he filled her space until water was running over them both. "On your knees, Rose. You're going to worship my cock."

She dropped slowly to her knees, and couldn't stop herself from panting in fear. Or was it arousal?

He wrapped her long hair around his fist and tightened it - just gently, just enough to exert pressure on her scalp and control her head's movements.

"If you use any teeth, I promise you you'll never be able to use your mouth again." Rose flinched again, and opened her mouth wide, tongue out, just like he'd commanded her to do outside. He kicked her knees apart until they were spread painfully wide, and he tilted her head up to look at him in all her shame. Naked, soaking inside and out, water splashing onto her face, on her knees for this man who utterly owned her.

Slowly, torturously, he began sliding his cock into her mouth. Her lips stretched painfully and she began getting scared she'd accidentally scrape him with his teeth. He stopped when he hit the back of her throat, watching her.

"Go on, Rose.

Worship

."

And with humiliation consuming her, worship she did. She licked up and down the length of his thick, veiny cock. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks, paying special attention to the bulbous head. He tasted like musk and man. Slobber dribbled down her chin as she sucked his cock harder than she'd ever sucked a cock before. She refused to acknowledge the lightning bolts of arousal threatening to set her alight.

He withdrew slightly, and his cock fell out of her mouth with an audible pop. "You've already done this once tonight, Rose. I'm going to fuck your throat, and you're going to be a very good girl and take it. You can handle it."

There was no fucking way. His cock couldn't fit down her throat, it was too-

Sebastian wrapped his other hand in Rose's hair, and

pulled

her throat onto his cock.

Rose immediately began to panic. Her air was completely cut off, and he did not let up. The slight downwards angle of his cock allowed him to slide easily past her gag reflex and fill her throat painfully. Tightening his grip on her hair, he dragged her backwards along the slick shower tile until her back hit the wall - Rose lost her balance and fell onto her ass, and again he pinned her by her hair and began fucking her throat in earnest.

Frantically, she kicked and pushed desperately at his thighs, but he was an immovable wall. He grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, and kept the rest of her pinned to the wall simply with his cock. He fucked her so hard her head came off the wall each time he pulled out, and then smacked back into the tiles with each thrust. His hand went down to her neck, fingertips just grazing the bulge in her throat every time his cock sank in. He didn't pull out all the way, leaving just enough of his cock down her throat to keep her airway blocked before driving in again, over and over. Obscene noises filled the shower, her throat gargling with a rhythmic

glurk glurk glurk.

Without oxygen, the edges of her vision began going black, and she could feel herself drifting as he buried his cock down her throat. She couldn't even gag because of how completely he filled her, and she could hear muffled moans of terror distantly in her ears.

Oh, was that coming from her?

Suddenly he pulled out, and she gasped raggedly. Dragged in as much air as she could, but as soon as she'd exhaled, he pushed in once more. She hadn't even been able to inhale and her lungs

hurt

, and she was exhausted from fighting. She felt herself slipping into unconsciousness faster this time, but right as she was at the edge of sweet release, he pulled out and slapped her across the face

hard

. Her head whipped to the side, and she was so shocked she couldn't even scream.

"You're not going to pass out on me, Rose. I want you to experience every moment of this." He tilted her head up and slid his cock into her mouth, just enough to touch her throat. Reaching to the side, he grabbed the handheld shower head. "This will be fun, I think..."

And he sprayed her in the face with water as he fucked her throat again.

Holy shit, he was waterboarding her.

___

It took everything Baz had to not cum down Rose's throat. She had a newfound fight in her, and she struggled desperately as he waterboarded her while fucking her throat. He was enjoying toying with her life, sending her to the edge of freedom over and over again before dragging her back to hell. Her throat was tight around his cock, and feeling it spasm as she struggled was fucking fantastic. He didn't make her fight for long - just another minute or so, before he pulled away. She let out a choked cry as he let her catch her breath for two counts, before driving back down her throat and spraying her face yet again. He knew she was struggling, inhaling water while gagging on his cock, but he'd meant it when he'd said he intended to have her experience every excruciating moment. He placed his foot against her pussy -

was she wet?

- and pressed hard against her clit as he fucked her throat, before finally pulling away.

She was sobbing in earnest now, her cries punctuated with raspy gasps. He turned the shower off and threw a towel at her. "Dry off and come put on your clothes."

Rose exhaustedly crawled out of her shower, which was the sexiest fucking thing Baz had ever seen. She dried herself off on her knees and as she made to stand up, he pushed her back down with his foot. "Nah, I liked that. Crawl."

He watched her stiffen, still up halfway to standing.

Oh, she's got some fight left still?

And Baz decided maybe he hadn't hurt her enough. So he slapped her in the face again, hard enough that she fell to the ground with a cry. Still sniffling, she crawled towards him, but he wasn't done. He ripped his belt out of his pants and snapped it on her ass. She screamed and tried to get up and run, but he planted his foot on her back and pinned her down to the floor. Rose struggled madly, but was no match for his weight. He gave her two lashes across her ass, the welts swelling almost immediately, waited a beat, and then gave her two more before taking his foot off. She was fully sobbing by now, and he wanted to paint those bright red lashes with his cum. He threw her clothes to the floor in front of her, but a few feet behind him so she had to crawl farther to get to them. He whipped her ass one more time on her way past him, and she cried out again.

Smirking, he watched her intently as she put on the camisole and thong. A cardiac surgeon, huh? Such a smart, illustrious woman, reduced to fucking nothing by one assfuck and a couple of throatfucks.

"Why are you even making me put these on when you'll rip them off of me again?"

His smirk stretched into a cruel smile. "Because you're going to give me a little dance, and take them off yourself."

He pulled out his phone and began recording her. "Go on, slut. Dance." And he went and grabbed his gun out of his holster and sat down on the edge of her bed.

He'd taken the mag out of his gun ages ago, quietly while she'd been turning her shower on. He truly had no intention of killing her - he wasn't a murderer. But the way she continually eyed it in fear, and the way she'd gone deer-in-headlights when he'd pushed it into her mouth, made him hunger for more of that delicious fear.

--

Rose hadn't realized it was possible for her to die inside any more, but this man was uniquely psychopathic. He knew exactly how to make someone feel small. Like nothing but a cheap stripper, except she wasn't even being paid. She crumbled under the gaze of his camera.

She couldn't stop glancing at his gun that currently rested on his thigh. Was he planning on killing her after this night was over? Oh god, was it at least going to just be one night, or would he keep her here, to do his bidding, until he tired of her? It'd be days before anyone noticed her missing. Her entire body ached, and he hadn't even actually fucked her yet. Perhaps death would be preferable.

Humiliated and exhausted, Rose began swaying in the silent room. She didn't even really know how to dance, but she emulated moves she remembered from watching Magic Mike a few nights ago. It was easy to remember because she'd used the vibrator in her nightstand and cum several times to the image of Channing Tatum using these same exact moves on top of her. So she swayed, running her hands up and down her body, occasionally dropping to her knees and rolling her hips, trying to fight for a chance to stay alive.

Do you even want to live after what he's turned you into?

Rose shoved that thought deep down into an unmarked grave, and danced. But it was relentless.

Admit it. You're disgusting. You pretend to be feminist, but one hour with this specimen of a man has fucked you into submission, and he hasn't even touched your pussy yet. You're a fucking whore.

Rose closed her eyes, frustration and shame eating her inside out.

Deep down, you want this. You've always wanted to be taken like this. You've fantasized about a nameless gorgeous, powerful man beating you into submission hundreds of times. Your fucking thighs are slick with how wet you are, and now you're dancing for him like his personal slut.

You want this.

He watched her hungrily. There was no visible emotion on his face, yet Rose could practically feel his eyes stripping her, layer by layer until her soul was exposed. Slowly, she slid her camisole over her head. Was this what he wanted? She skimmed her fingernails over her nipples, before giving them a pinch. She turned and swayed as she bent over, sliding her thong down her legs.

"Come here, Rose."

Oh, thank god.

Rose began walking to him, and he raised an eyebrow. Immediately, she dropped to her hands and knees.

Such an easily-trained slut.

She shoved that thought down, too. She crawled to him and sat in front of him on her knees, like a household dog.

"That was awful fucking dancing, Rose."

Kill me.

"Tell me. Do you masturbate?"

Rose started in surprise at the sudden change in topic. "I...yes. I do."

"Do you use a vibrator?"

Oh no.

"Um...no. I just...I just use my hands." Without thinking, Rose glanced over at her nightstand. Sebastian's eyes slid away from her toward the location she'd essentially all but announced.

Fuck.

A small smirk tugged the corner of his mouth. "Go get it and bring it here."

Defeated, she crawled over to her nightstand and pulled her vibrator out.

"Not with your hands."

Rose swallowed, and bit down on her silicone vibrator and crawled over to him. "Such a good girl, Rose." Rose sat on her knees in front of him, vibrator still in her mouth. Her face burned.

"Now I want you to make yourself cum." Rose let out a choked sob and the vibrator bounced on the floor. Of course he was going to make her touch herself in front of him. He dropped down onto the floor in front of her, beautiful hazel eyes never leaving her own. "You've already cum once today, Rose. Let's see how many times I can make you fall apart. I know you're dripping wet for me."

No no no no.

Rose closed her eyes as he slid his fingers along her slit, and his fingers came away with a trail of her juices. She wanted to crawl into a hole. "So fucking wet. You're begging to be raped, Rose. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen, I can't ever fucking let you go. Now cum for me." And he licked his fingers again.

Rose pushed away the panic of what he'd just said, and turned her head away as she turned on her vibrator, but Sebastian gripped her jaw and turned her back toward him. "I want you to look at me while you cum."

Tears leaked out of her eyes as she pressed her vibrator to her clit. Pleasure roared through her, and she moaned. Humiliated, she realized that this was not going to take her long. The vibrator splashed in her juices, splattering them everywhere. Her chest heaved as her orgasm crept up on her.

"Open your mouth, Rose." Rose obeyed, and he pushed his gun into her mouth again. She nearly dropped her vibrator in panic, but managed to hold on at just the last second. She could hardly move, and his gun filled her mouth with the taste of metal. He smirked, and slid two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. "No fucking resistance. Do you love this? Love knowing how weak and powerless you are? Does it make you horny knowing I hold your life and your pleasure in my hands?"

And he began pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt, curling deep in toward

that spot,

and that was it. Rose came with a scream that escaped its way past the cold metal that invaded her mouth, and her pussy clenched hard on Sebastian's fingers, but he didn't stop fingering her. The wet, schlicking noises of her drenched pussy echoed through her spacious room, and the sound filled her ears. He all but tossed his gun to the side and pressed her vibrator back onto her clit, forcing another orgasm from her as he fingered her relentlessly, and Rose fell onto her back as the sensations overwhelmed her. The slick noises of her juices sloshing around his fingers made her want to die. Her head banged onto her thick plush carpet, and she saw stars as she came not just twice, but three more times on his fingers. By her fourth orgasm of the night, Rose was sobbing. Again.

Sebastian pulled his fingers out, and they glistened in the light. "You were made to be my whore, Rose." And he pushed his fingers into her mouth, gagging her. "Clean them off, sweetheart." And she desperately licked her juices off his fingers, almost hungrily.

Finally, he stood up. "Get your vibrator and get up." She got up slowly, her legs shaky.

He laid on her bed, his hard cock jutting straight up. "Come sit on my cock."

Without hesitation, Rose clambered on top of him. For just a brief second, her brain registered...relief? But before she could process that, he gripped her by the waist and

slammed

her onto his cock.

Rise didn't even recognize the scream that escaped her.

Oh god.

It wasn't medically possible for a man to surpass a woman's cervix, but it felt like he'd done exactly that. Pain exploded through her core, but he didn't let her rest. Even with how wet she was, his cock threatened to tear her apart. Holding her hips with a bruising grip, he began driving into her from below as he slammed her down, and Rose could hardly breathe. She'd never been fucked like this before and suddenly she was gripped with a horrifying thought -

Would she ever be able to have sex ever again?

--

Fuck, she felt so goddamn perfect.

Rose's perky breasts bounced up and down as Baz drilled her pussy hard, and his cock threatened to burst. He pulled her down by her throat, and peppered her breasts with bites hard enough to draw a bit of blood. She cried out, but didn't pull away.

She feels as good as I do.

He adjusted, and bit her neck before sucking hard, leaving a beautiful deep red bruise and drawing out another gorgeous fucking scream.

He grabbed her vibrator from her hand and held it to her clit again, and the keening wail that came out of her sent a jolt straight to his cock. Her pussy clenched down on his cock, and he drove into her once, twice, three times before she came again -

was that five or six times already for the night?

- and squirted all over him. Her head fell back, and she held onto him for dear life as he sought his own orgasm from the depths of her. He could feel himself bottoming out and knew he was probably hurting her, and that simply made him harder.