Chapter 2 - Breaking Point
"Mmmmm... such a good little fucktoy."
Jane woke up to the man's fingers already inside of her, aggressively pushing in and out of her cunt. A gasp of surprise escaped Jane's lips, when she felt tingles of pleasure all over her body. She was still wet from the night before, and still very much aroused. Jane hated herself for it, but couldn't help it.
"Ooohh..." Jane moaned, when the man continued fingering her.
"Go on, thank me."
Opening her eyes slowly, Jane looked at her kidnapper in confusion. What should she thank him for, exactly? Kidnapping her, raping her, or insulting her? Jane tried to figure out what it was he wanted, but when she couldn't do it, she just remained silent.
"Say, 'Thank you for using this fuckhole, master.'"
Jane shook her head in horror. Only then did memories of last night come back flashing into her mind. Whatever happened to "David"? Jane had assumed they were past all this shit, when he'd been relatively nice to her the night before.
"David?" Jane tried to plead, as if she could make him remember. He had been pleased with her. He had been nice to her. If only she could make him remember the feelings he had last night...
Slap.
David smacked Jane on her left buttcheeck, hard enough for it to sting. Jane whimpered, but withstood the pain. It would be less painful to be hit, than to be forced to thank that monster for raping her. And calling him "master" was too degrading to bear.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
With each hit, Jane's ass burned brighter. Her ass was covered in red marks, and it stung like a motherfucker. Jane groaned in pain as she felt her earlier resolve melt away. There was no way to make it stop, other than telling the man what he wanted to hear.
"Thank you," whispered Jane finally, after she could endure no more.
"Speak up, slut."
"Thank you," said Jane again, this time louder.
"For what?"
When Jane did not answer right away, David got up from the bed. He walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out a thick, leather belt. It seemed heavy, and would surely hurt like a bitch.
"Thank you for using this fuckhole!" Jane screamed out in panic. "Master," she added as an afterthought, when she remembered what David had asked of her.
"Good little bitch. For that, I'll only whip you five times."
"What!? But... I said it! That's not fair!" protested Jane, feeling emboldened by the injustice. She had already been punished; he had already hit her with his hand.
"Ten."
"Please! Please just..."
"Fifteen."
Jane froze, and finally accepted her fate. Complaining only made things worse. All she could do was close her eyes and think of home. But when the whipping started, Jane could not help it; she cried out reflexively, unable to think about the consequences. Only two lashes in, and Jane was already at her breaking point.
"Please, no more!"
But despite Jane's protests, the punishment went on. David kept whipping her, and seemed to take pleasure in her suffering. Three more lashes, and Jane was weeping, pleading for David to stop.
"Please, I'll be good. I'll do anything you ask of me."
"Please, what?"
Jane shook her head. What did David want now? How could Jane read his mind, like he assumed? David continued whipping her, and counted to eight. Eight done and seven to go; but the pain got worse with every hit. Then the realization hit her: Jane knew what David wanted.
"Please... master."
David stopped hitting Jane, and put his belt down. Jane sighed out of relief when it was over. As humiliating as calling that monster "master" was, being hit by him felt even worse. Once again, Jane felt hopeless. There was nothing she could do to improve her situation.
Things calmed down after that. It seemed David was satisfied. Jane buried her face into a pillow, and cried into it quietly. She did her best to hide her tears, as not to annoy David further.
"I'm going to the store. Do you want anything?"
Shock and horror washed across Jane's body. How could he act like that? Cruel and violent one moment, then suddenly casual... even friendly? Jane felt she should be happy. This was a good thing - he was playing nice again. But it just made Jane feel worse. It was disconcerting, really. What kind of psychopath could do that, switch personas so easily and quickly?
"No, thank you," Jane answered finally, after a long moment of silence. "Master," she added in a panic, when she remembered it.
Jane worried that she had been too slow in adding that title, but luckily David didn't seem to mind. He just let out an amused little laugh, like he was enjoying Jane's turmoil. "He enjoys making you suffer," Jane thought to herself, as David left.
There had been a shred of hope in the air, before David ripped it away. Jane hoped that his shopping trip would give her an opportunity to slip away. But David crushed her dreams of freedom with another set of restraints, securing her to the bed tightly. Jane's body was wrapped, her arms bound behind her back, at two separate places. The same was true of Jane's legs. To top it all off, both Jane's arms and legs were attached to a weight, hidden below the bed. David had brought it into the bedroom, and had struggled while carrying it. If the weight was heavy for David, it would be impossibly heavy for Jane. David then shoved a clean sock into Jane's mouth, and secured it into place with a fuckton of duct tape.
Waiting on the bed, naked and alone, made mere hours seem like an eternity. Jane had no idea how long it had been, or how much longer it would take... The closest store was probably at least an hour away. Lying there, Jane had all the time in the world to reflect on her poor life choices.
"You really are a dumb slut. Flaunting your tits to a stranger, expecting him just to squirm away in embarrassment. You deserve this, cunt," echoed David's voice in her head. Jane screamed into her pillow, trying to muffle out those intrusive thoughts. But it didn't help. Even when David was away, he kept tormenting her.
The boredom was becoming an overwhelming, all-encompassing form of torture. Jane couldn't even fall asleep; she was too jittery to calm down. Jane's restraints were too tight and dug into her flesh. Every part of Jane's body ached, and she wasn't even able to stretch herself out. Even though she hated herself for it, she longed for David's return. The humiliation and pain he inflicted on her was still preferable to the mind-numbing boredom that Jane felt in his absence.
When David finally returned, Jane caught herself sighing in relief. She cursed herself for it, but could not help feeling happy.
"Jane?"
Jane's heart fluttered, when she heard it. David was using her name; no insults or derogatory comments followed. Jane knew better than to think this civility would last. Soon, the man would be back to calling her a whore, a slut, and god only knew what else. But for the time being, Jane was enjoying feeling like a normal girl.
"Yes, master?" Jane asked, being careful not to forget David's self-imposed title.
"I have some things for you. Follow me," David answered, as he untied Jane from the bed.
Jane groaned, and stretched her limbs, before getting up to follow David to the bathroom. On the bathroom sink lay a brown paper bag, filled to the brim and bursting at its seams. David gestured to Jane for her to open the shopping bag. When she did, Jane was shocked. Pregnancy tests, a home STD test kit, a shaving razor, waxing strips... What the hell?
"Why do I need this?" Jane asked, offended, as she picked up the STD test.
"Address me properly, and I'll answer."
"Why do I need an STD test, master?" Jane said the last part in a mocking tone, even though she knew it wasn't a smart thing to do.
"Five lashes for disrespect, and another five for attitude. Care to add more, cunt?"
Jane winced when she remembered the pain she had been in earlier that day, from just a few hits of David's belt. Jane gulped, and decided it was best to keep him happy.
"No, master."
David looked pleased with himself, when he flexed his muscular chest, and leaned it against the shower wall.
"A dirty slut like you... I sure as hell can't properly fuck you, until you've been tested. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, master."
"Say it, tell me what a dirty slut you are."
"I'm a dirty slut, master."
"That's right. You're a cheap whore, and you know it. Say it."
"I'm a cheap whore, master."
It was becoming too easy for Jane to talk about herself like that. Just a day ago, it had felt awful to hear David say those derogatory things. Now, it was starting to feel more normal to be called "slut" than "Jane".
"What about these, master?" Jane asked, as she pointed to one of the dozen pregnancy tests.
"You're not on birth control, are you?"
"No, master."
"That's what I thought.", David stated, as if he had known all along. "And how old are you, 21?"
"22, master."
"Mmmmm. If I had found you sooner, you'd already be pregnant with your third."
Jane's legs stopped working, when she finally understood David's plans. He was never going to let her go. Even worse, he would force her to get pregnant, and give birth to his kids! Jane felt like she might puke. She stumbled around the bathroom, trying to regain her sense of balance.
"Now sit on the toilet and pee into this cup," David commanded, disregarding Jane's distress. If anything, Jane's panicked expression just made the man excited. David was getting hard, just thinking about keeping Jane naked, pregnant and tied to his bed.
Jane collapsed onto the bathroom floor. Tears started running down her cheeks, and soon she was sobbing heavily. Even if she had wanted to follow David's instructions, she could not. Her legs would not obey her; they were limp and unmoving, unable to do anything.
"Shhh, there's no reason to cry. It's what your body is made for. You should be happy."
"Happy!? Happy that you're going to rape me, and force me to have your kid?"
"You'll learn to enjoy it."
"I'd rather die!"
Uncontrollably crying, Jane sat on the bathroom floor. Her face was covered in tears, sweat and snot. Even then, David found her incredibly attractive. Maybe if she looked less pretty when she cried, David would call her names less often... but as it stood, Jane looked even more beautiful when she sat on the bathroom floor, hopeless and broken. But just this once, he felt the need to comfort her.
"Jane... I won't do it until you ask me to."
Jane's crying stopped just like that, and felt like had hit a concrete wall. What had he just said?
