Beauty kept quiet. Curled up in the back of her cell, she let the time pass without any idea of how to break free. Trapped, she ate what they gave her when they chose too and did her business in a bucket nearby.
Fear and humiliation were the only emotions she seemed to go back to.
It wasn't until the cell opened seven meals later that Beauty felt herself spring to life. Not in a good way but in one nonetheless.
The person on the other side wasn't the captor she'd met days ago. In fact, she rarely saw him as the guards in front of the cell seemed to change. The man, now in front of her, was big and muscular, making Beauty's blood run cold and for good reason.
Once he was beside she noticed the various items he held in his hands. She was in the middle of figuring out what they were when his hand wrapped around her neck. Panicked, Beauty tried to claw his huge hand away but that only caused him to squeeze harder, cutting off her airflow.
"This is just a small demonstration of what will happen if you don't do everything I ask of you," he growled before roughly releasing her.
"On your hands and knees" he then ordered as she gulped air in.
It didn't take long before she was following that order. This man wasn't like the last one. No, the last one had a sense of calm and patience. Like even if she messed up badly, he would still leave her in one piece. Meanwhile, this one had anger in his eyes.
And once she was on her hands and knees, that anger got laced with what looked like pleasure.
"You'll make a good whore" he darkly chuckled before dropping all the items on the ground except for a collar.
Moving he quickly wrapped it around her neck before closing it uncomfortably tight. Beauty wanted to rip it off her sensitive neck. She wanted to hurt this evil man, find her dad, and escape. The town she had once hated, felt like literal heaven compared to her current situation.
Her dwelling was cut short as her captor hooked a leash to the collar. Feeling her stomach drop, Beauty quickly tried to control the approaching tears. They wanted to humiliate her. They were succeeding, but she couldn't allow herself to give them any more.
Pulling on the leash, the man caught her off guard and soon she was stumbling forward. The falling started shortly after.
"What a clumsy bitch" the man tsked while continuing to pull on the leash, half dragging her across the entire cell.
Beauty tried to keep up with him but the leash was short, and he purposely lifted high as he led. By the time they stopped, her knees were scratched. The tightness of the collar had moved from uncomfortable to painful.
"Well given that you will be spending the rest of your life crawling, that should fix itself. And if that doesn't happen fast enough I can always spank you into shape," he suggested, smacking her ass in demonstration.
Next he picked up a thin gold chain that split into three sections, each ending with a tiny clip before telling her to get on her knees.
"Hands behind your neck and spread your legs. I should be able to see your cunt at all times."
Shaken, Beauty followed his orders. She then watched as he took her right breast in his hand, holding it up. Licking his finger he then proceeded to play with her nipple. Rolling it around and rubbing the tip till it stood straight. Only then did he clamp it with the small clip.
She flinched as the tiny little teeth painfully squeezed her sensitive flesh. Biting her lip, Beauty endured as he went on to do the same thing with her left breast. Letting out a whimper only when he cruelly pulled on the chain connecting them.
It felt like if he pulled anymore her nipples would rip off. When he finally let go it was with a dark chuckle.
"Now that we've done your udders, it's time for my favorite part," he said before taking a hold of her legs and pushing them wider apart.
It took her a second but soon Beauty realized what he was referring to. Where that last clip was meant to be. She couldn't help it then. She couldn't sit still and be obedient even though that was her protection.
A moment later she was jumping out of her submissive position. Running towards the open cell door with abandon. Blinding hope filled her for the few seconds that escape felt possible. It was so close.
But those feelings came crashing down with her body. The vicious man had grabbed her foot, causing her to trip and fall. Right in front of him. Right where she was just sitting as he played with her body.
This time he didn't order her on her knees. He let her lay there sobbing as he got on top of her. Sitting just below her chest, he locked her hands under his crushing legs. Beauty flared around trying to get free but it was no use. He was too strong.
"I knew I had to teach you a lesson before leaving. I could see the rebellion in your eyes even as you followed orders."
Pushing the hair out of her face, he quickly wiped her tear stained cheeks. "Don't be so upset. It's nothing that a hard and fast fuck can't fix," he cooed making her go cold.
One of his hands worked to undo his belt buckle while the other pulled on the wicked chain. Arching her back, Beauty tried to close the distance, but his cruising weight made it utterly useless.
"Just you wait and see," he murmured, pulling his long and thick dick out. "I'll fuck that rebellion right out of you."
His words made her shiver but there was no time for thinking anymore as he grabbed her leash. He twisted it around his hand making it even harder to breathe. Then, in practiced speed, moved off and flipped her on stomach.
The impact as her whole body hit the cold hard concert had her still for a moment. It was just a short moment but that was all the time he needed to fasten her feet down with the locks indeed into the ground. So that was what those were for.
