Avery's toes scraped the floor. Her leg was stretched to its limits, trying to find some purchase but the vigorous assault from behind coupled with the ankle cuff tied off to an embedded ring three feet to the left made it difficult. The other leg was bound up, ankle to thigh and over the back of the couch. It too was tied off to a ring, probably to aid in keeping the couch still as he continued slamming her into it from behind. Her arms were worse off, wrist and elbow cuffs were attached by short straps keeping her shoulders painfully rotated backwards and her hands dangerously close to his lunging abdomen. He held her ponytail-like reins, pulling her back into him as he battered her ass over and over again. All of this was mitigated by the toy he'd placed before he'd unceremoniously penetrated her and began to ride her. The thing sat snugly against her clit and then curved inwards, widening gently until it sat directing on her g-spot. The part on her clit whirred with a combination of sucking and vibrations while the internal part hummed against her walls pleasantly.
She'd come three times since he'd started. It was starting to hurt.
The blizzard outside had removed all distractions, what little there had been. She stared at the whiteout window in front of her. She remembered a time when she used to fantasize about breaking it and escaping down to the lake below. Her eyes rolled up in her head as the toy kicked up a notch.
For a week before this he'd been withdrawn, barely speaking to her and leaving her chained in the bedroom for hours while he'd disappeared either outside or down to the basement; she could never be sure which. She'd gotten used to his ups and downs over the months he'd held her, and she'd known that whatever reprieve she felt, while he was off patrolling against some unreal threat, would have to be paid in full when his energies were turned back to her entirely. It seemed not even his paranoid fantasies could make it through this storm and today she'd woken up to him already deep inside her.
She began to feel detached as the overstimulation started forcing her out of her body. Before this prolonged captivity she had thought of it as a defense mechanism, a way her brain spared her from living through everything he did to her. Now it just seemed like another thing she had to overcome. The haze left behind meant she wasn't as careful with how she spoke to him, and she was constantly afraid of what she got up to during those black outs.
It didn't matter. The toy wrenched another orgasm out of her; her foot stopped attempting to find purchase on the floor; her body gave in completely.
He fucked her harder, praising her for her submission. She moaned, twitching, eating up his approval. When he came she was barely there, a mass of quivering nerves buried in exhausted muscles and an overtaxed heart. He unclipped her elbow cuffs, allowing her shoulders to rotate in as her wrists crossed and her elbows fell out to the sides. He didn't bother to unbind the rest of her, letting her torso fall forward so her head rested on the seat of the couch. He swatted her ass and whistled to himself as he left the room.
Avery tried to fit herself back into her head in his absence. She focused on the feel of the upholstery against her sweaty skin, the ache in her limbs, the smell of the couch and sex in the air. She twisted her neck a little, trying to ease the weight on her head. Her eyes went to the small window in the front door, the snow swirling in thick gusts against the fogged glass. The extra deadbolt at the top of the door was still in place, though he hadn't locked it again after it had done its job all those months ago when he'd first trapped her. She moved her limbs the little she could, remembering each in turn and reclaiming them as her own.
His whistling was returning, along with something that sounded like a cart, wheels running along the wooden floor. She turned her head, feeling dizzy as blood pooled there. In her upside down gaze she couldn't quite figure out what it was, the large flat box it was in gave her no clues. He moved it to the front of the couch, and she gave up trying to twist to see it. Her heart rate picked up though. Something was changing and that almost always meant trouble.
She'd gotten very good at appeasing him the last few months. She'd offered so little resistance she'd surprised even herself sometimes. It had been surprisingly easy, relinquishing control, giving up the anguish and the anxiety that had ruled her life since the first time he'd laid hands on her. She cherished a small flame of anger she stoked late at night while he slept, or when he chained her to the bed by her collar and disappeared into the basement for hours. The more worrisome thing was her resentment at his absence--it would sneak up on her sometimes while he was gone hunting or on some other errand. She would start to feel empty and under stimulated. There was a quiet that pervaded that she was uneasy with.
Whether or not it was a part of her conditioning she couldn't be sure. She'd ponder it sometimes, but it was getting harder for her to focus on the big picture. Days would slip away from her without her noticing they passed. There was nothing to hold onto, her existence completely centered on him.
He came around the back of the couch and began to unbind her legs. She held still, the anxiety she had thought long snuffed out under his domineering hand roaring back to life. What was it? Some new posture bondage? It seemed at once too big and too small for that. When both legs were free he pulled her up quickly, turning her towards him so her back was to the window and whatever new horror he was introducing her to. She wobbled, dizzy from the quick change in posture. He lifted her so she was seated on the back of the couch and stood between her legs. One hand held the back of her collar, the other stroked her hair away from her face.
Her eyes focused on his face, watching his smile and trying to manage a small one herself.
"Don't be scared, Angel." She supposed her attempt at a smile had failed. She nodded silently. His hand traveled down her shoulder, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between two fingers. "I brought you a present. Because it's a very special day." Avery closed her eyes and leaned into his touch before his words caught up with her brain. What she'd considered gifts he'd given her, a few books, permission to make hot beverages for them both without supervision, walking to the bathroom and back alone, were not what he meant. When he had a 'surprise' or 'gift' for her it was inevitably something horrible.
Her anxiety grew.
His hand traveled lower, wrapping around her rib cage, grasping her torso in a way that made her moan.
What was this day? What could he possibly mean? She'd assumed the books had been some sort of Christmas offering but he had never given her any sense of the actual date so she had no idea. He even covered his watch when he was with her. Counting days had been an exercise in futility she'd given up before the weather turned cold. Was she forgetting some event that took place during the winter? Her mind couldn't focus; she suddenly couldn't recall the exact details of their first meeting, her first rape, or the disciplinary hearing she'd fought so hard for. Were they in the winter? Who could remember a lifetime ago?
He continued to caress her patiently, as if he were waiting for her to figure it out. His hand cupped her lower thigh, sliding up her leg.
"Today is the day I realized I was never going to let you go."
Of course he picked a day she would have no association with so she couldn't even place herself in a month of the year. Not that it mattered. The world revolved around getting fucked, not tax season.
"I had just gotten clearance for active duty, you were long gone from service, and life was back on track," he continued. "I had this cute little new recruit on her knees, watching her work so hard to take me down her throat." His casually mentioning raping other women fanned the flames of her hatred again. She used it to try and sharpen her thoughts even as she tried to hide them from him. Instead she did what came naturally now and moaned as he cupped her mound, his fingers sliding around the outside of her lips, staying away from the over sensitized flesh between them. He gripped her collar tighter, bringing his mouth down on hers for a slow but demanding kiss. She allowed herself to respond in kind.
He pulled away, grinning. "I'm telling you, Angel. I looked down at this girl, trying so hard to please me, and I thought, 'damn, the things I would have to do to get Avery on her knees.' And right there, it struck me like lightning. None of these other girls were ever going to do it for me again."
It was painful to listen to him talk about the time before the cabin. She'd done a lot of work to focus forward, not to continually mourn the loss of what she couldn't control in the past. But hearing him speak about it so casually opened those wounds and that old impotent regret poured in. She was also acutely aware that on whatever day he was talking about, she had been fighting serious depression in her parents' basement.
He was studying her face as he spoke and she was not mastering her expressions anymore. She knew then whatever he had planned was designed to ferret out her remaining opposition to him. Every time she plateaued for long enough he found another place to dig in and hollow her out. Tears started in her eyes. His hand traveled over her body unhindered, her hands still cuffed behind her back, her legs held open by his thighs.
"Why?" she asked, not even sure what she was asking. Why did he want her? Why had he focused on her alone? Why couldn't he have left her alone? And why was he doing this now? Wasn't it enough what he'd already managed.
His face flashed in victory. "Because, Angel, once I realized that I knew I needed you, there was never another option for you. You had big plans and a big mouth, but ultimately I knew you were meant to be with me how I wanted you." He tweaked her nipple, his touch no longer drawing out her aroused moans.
