It had been a week.
Probably.
No more than eight days.
Avery was face down on the kitchen table, arms attached to the far side, one ankle to either leg, his cum dripping out of her. He was whistling some nonsense while he cleaned the dishes from breakfast.
She tried to relax a little, focus on the task at hand. The first few days had been a blur, the assault constant and mind numbing. But she was sure that couldn't have lasted more than three. She counted again.
Eight.
He hadn't said anything more about being discharged but it was rapidly becoming clear that he wasn't going to leave anytime soon. It had served to snap her out of complacency. There would be no waiting this one out.
Her eyes fixed on his back as he scrubbed the pan, watching the muscles move beneath the large pirate ship on his right shoulder blade. Her eyes traveled down, following the faces and pictures that all flowed into one another and ended in a large serpent just above the swell of his ass. She imagined it coming alive, slithering up his back, over every bulging muscle, and wrapping itself around his neck, a mirror image of the collar on hers. It squeezed and he fell to his knees. She watched as his face turned red and then purple and finally he lay dead on the floor.
"Like what you see, Baby?" He smiled at her over his shoulder. She'd been caught staring at his ass. She didn't respond. He hadn't put the gag back in yet today. Every day she didn't speak she got more time with it off, so she played his game.
He came over, drying his hands on a towel. It was a blue and white design she'd brought from home because she'd loved it. It made her regret that she'd tried to have anything for herself because it was another thing he could take away.
His cool fingers ran along her spine and down into the crack of her ass. She clenched her teeth.
"You can say 'thank you' for your morning fuck." His fingers sawed in and out of her wet hole, his cum spilling out faster with the motion. She tensed but didn't speak. He grabbed her hair in his fist and pulled her head up as far as he could with the collar on. "If you won't I'll find another way to fill your mouth." He brought his sticky fingers to her lips. This time she didn't fight and they slipped in, heavy with the taste of both of them.
She lifted her tongue and cleaned them, trying not to hear his cooed praises.
"What do you say, Avery?"
If she ignored him again the gag went back in. Or worse, the ring.
"Thank you," she whispered.
He released her and rubbed his hands together. "I do believe you're getting the idea, Angel. And for that, I've got a special surprise."
Avery cringed. His surprises were invariably horrible. The last one had involved an elaborate harness, mind numbing vibrators, and suspending her completely above the bed.
There was nothing to do though; the cuffs and collar had not come off once. One gag or another was in place when he wasn't brushing her teeth or feeding her. If the new pattern held, though, he might ease up as she became more complacent.
Harrison disappeared out the back door and she heard him moving things around on the porch. The summer morning was probably still chilly but if he was going to take her outside she'd suffer whatever indignity he was planning. Anything to smell something besides him.
He came back in, locking her wrists behind her and her ankles together. He hauled her up on his shoulder and she wondered how much cooperation it would take for him to let her start walking again. When he put her down she wobbled on her bound feet but she looked out to the lake and took a deep breath. The smell of fog and foliage filled her nose and the lake misted orange in the early morning light.
She didn't look away from the scenery as he rebound her arms in front and to a rope hanging down from above her head, though the amount of slack seemed odd. Perhaps the rocking chair behind her had something to do with that. She fixed her eyes on the quiet woods and allowed the peace of the place to distract her for a moment. She imagined the feel of the thick weeds beneath her feet, the way the leaves would brush her skin as she ran past them. She would plunge into the lake, cold water cleansing her, flowing over her, washing away his touch. And she'd emerge on the other side to keep running forever, laughing as the wind tried to catch her.
He seated himself in the chair and reached to unclip her ankles from one another. She heard him squirt lube onto his hand and soon two fingers were pushing unceremoniously into her ass. She didn't move her feet apart to accommodate him, but she also didn't clench against the intruders.
"I figured this system out myself." He was excited, proud of himself even. "Been dying to see how it'll work."
Avery kept her eyes forward, deep breaths in, trying to focus on anything apart from him as the fresh air kissed her skin, the promise of freedom somewhere deep in those woods. His hands came to her hips and guided her back until his cockhead slipped between her cheeks and pressed rudely against her rear entrance. He would always pause right before he penetrated her, dragging the moment out so she could feel how completely he controlled every interaction, let her suffer the futile desire to make it all untrue right before he ruined that hope, over and over again.
He rocked the chair all the way forward and pulled her down, his cock lodging itself in her ass as she came to sit on his lap. It always hurt, but she adjusted faster now. The nausea was always the same, and somehow her lack of adaptation in that was comforting. He took one leg and hooked it over the padded arm of the chair, clipping it onto the side rail so she couldn't move it. The second followed. Her arms were stretched just to the point of pain and she grit her teeth as her legs were removed as a source of support so she sank even further onto his invading pole.
She tried to breathe, to lose herself in the lake, the trees, the fresh air.
Then he rocked back. The rope dragged on her arms, forcing her to flex and pull herself up as the chair moved away. His cock slipped out an inch or so and then he rocked forward, the cord slackened and she was one more impaled completely.
Avery tipped her head back to look at the restraints she'd barely noticed before. Instead of simply attaching to the roof of the porch, the rope threaded through two pulley wheels, one about a foot behind the other, before it disappeared straight down behind her. He rocked again and she was forced to leverage her weight onto her arms to relieve the strain. Her ass tightened over his cock as she flexed her legs what little she could manage. The rope moved with the chair as though attached. She groaned as she realized how he'd bound her so that she would be forced to fuck herself on his cock while he moved the rocking chair.
