[The following can be an unhealthy trigger, please check-in with yourself before scrolling down. The intention is to process and condemn an existing reality through fictionalized narrative, never to normalize or excuse. Stay well.]
The night at the motel would never happen again.
With Rob's buy-in, Kaitlin's house was a much more convenient - and familiar - backdrop for Johnny's schemes. I walked right into it all, every next step a natural consequence of the previous. Necessary even, according to him. Eventually even I would question if I might've had taken the cash that night.
His sheriff-adjacent cousin Vin and the idea of justice he represented came up often, to say the least. Johnny would tell me stories about all kinds of things he heard from him, things that took place in female prisons, things that would inevitably happen to someone like me. One night he actually made me sit through about four hours of footage of stories just like those. I don't know where he finds such things.
The first weeks were the hardest. Back then I still fantasized about leaving. Johnny saw how troubled and unstable I was, and said I can't he back at the shop until im better. Alarmed by my emotional outbursts, he and Rob took turns staying in during day time. Mondays and Tuesdays were Johnny's.
Johnny never saw any real conflict between his stated goals and chosen methods. He believed self-discipline to be the key to all problems and by extension my lack there of - the root of all evil. He wanted me to embody the control he imparted. He wanted me to mean it.
A lot of discipline practice filled those early days. Johnny had a short fuse, I was difficult and stubborn - an unfortunate combo. Monday morning I ran my mouth a little too freely and quickly found myself gagged and tied to my own bed. Face down. Johnny would come in every so often and climb on top of me until he was either satisfied or bored. All day long. Rob was the one to untie me once he got home and took over the watch.
Rob was cautious around me at first, at least when it was just the two of us. The cracks started showing a few days in, when I snapped and yelled at him in the kitchen. I was tired and confused, but to him I simply crossed the line, ungrateful for his restraint. I remember the face change right before he slapped me across the face. I think he was stunned as much as I was, though not for long. He grabbed my neck and slapped on my other cheek. Within a few chaotic moments I was bent down over the sink, my hands still inside large rubber gloves slipping over its frame. He pulled my pajama pants down with one hand and fucked me right then and there. Rob liked to cum inside me.
Johnny had me on proper contraception by the end of the week. By some stroke of luck the many creampies of those first days didn't "take", and I was grateful for one less worry.
The lack of neighbors meant Johnny's discipline sessions were never deterred by my being loud. He was harsher when we were alone, at least in the beginning. The slightest hint at slacking off could earn me a drawn-out whipping. Bad attitude could result in some bizzare and elaborate exersise in humility. I had a hard time understanding what sets him off, but all my lessons centered on appeasing Johnny - and with time, I couldn't help but learn.
It was not until weeks later, after Johnny spent an entire Sunday installing a bunch of cameras and sensors that it was considered safe for me to have some alone time during the day. He'd decided not to return me to work at the shop because "there's better use of me in the kitchen." My job was now to take care of the house, and the rate at which it decreased my debt was slashed in half. Johnny just shrug it off - what did I expect for staying at home all day? I chose not to debate.
My first day alone, I admit, I got too excited. I turned the music up loud and spent the day in between fits of dancing, crying in the shower and watching TV. I didnt have the alarm codes so I knew it wouldn't be the right time to run. I would have to first find a way to get into Rob's safe, where he kept my phone, wallet, and anything else of mine that he thought was a bad influence on my state of mind and character. Johnny left a few tasks on the fridge for me, but I managed to rush through them in the first couple of hours. I thought I did pretty well, too.
Johnny came early and instead of his usual slimy greetings went straight for my hair and dragged me behind him upstairs. He took a large purple dildo that was now kept in the top drawer of my dresser among similar toys - and threw it at me.
"Sit your ass down on that first. Then we'll talk."
He watched me fight the urge to bargain and whine, impenetrable. Every time I felt I couldn't I just had to take one look at him, seething with contempt - to know that I will. I think it took me too long but, covered in cold sweat on the floor of my bedroom, I finally reached the end of the long shaft. It was hard not to scream.
"Lazy piece of trash..." he pulled his cock out.
"Stick your tongue out."
He took out a wooden clothes pin and clamped it on my tongue.
"Never disobey me like that again." He spit on me. "Hands behind you."
I crossed my wrists behind my back and waited as patiently as my body allowed me. All I could think about was how much I needed to get up off that monstrous device. A hot stream of piss hit my face.
"Drink it bitch, drink all that..."
I struggled to swallow with my tongue clamped but I knew it could be enough if I showed him I was really trying. He shook off the last drops.
"Show me how you ride your toy, slut."
I tried my best to, moving in slow, controlled strokes, crying with no tears. Every inch of movement felt beyond me.
"Good. Now sit in your filth and think about your behavior today. You spoiled little brat... Do you know how embarrassing you are? Keep your ass grinding on that cock, and dont even think about letting it out, you got that??"
I nodded reflexively, wide eyed, filling with fast dread.
He pointed at the small camera in the corner, "I catch you getting lazy on me again - and I swear... next thing up your ass will be this fist. And you're gonna like that one a lot less than this little plaything, you can trust me on that one..."
The crippling reality of my entrapment dawned on me all at once the moment I was alone again. Somehow it never crossed my mind that he would have access to the live feed. Even with all my recent practice my ass simply couldn't take this size for more than another second. I lifted myself up an inch, then slid down just as slowly. I can't do this, I just can't...
Rob came home later than his usual, but having just left Johnny back at the bar he already knew it would be a special night. A little whiskey in his blood loosened him up just right. He went straight up to her room to find a wet, whimpering mess looking back up to him with the kind of desperate devotion he had always imagined could be his. Johnny was right - this is how women love. Through need and structure. Leah was just learning this herself, he couldn't fault her for that. In all truth, it was a sight he found deeply touching. She had that effect on him - Rob wasn't usually sentimental like that.
