I am on a bed, bound, naked, having been completely used sexually. I can't even call it rape, since it was technically consensual. Just a lot of blackmail.
I am getting cold. I barely notice my need to use the restroom because I am so sore. How long has it been since he left? My evil boss, the devil. Will I be here until after work?
The door opens; Aedan walks in. He is the director of security for my company. I am completely exposed; he could do anything to me. I am so sore; I don't even feel shame.
He walks to the bed, and unbinds my limbs. He massages my hands and feet.
"To get the blood flowing again." He tells me.
When he is satisfied, he helps me to the bathroom. He leaves the room so I can have privacy. He comes back with a white fluffy robe, and starts a bath.
"It is a little on the cool side, to help your injuries." He tells me
He helps me into the tub, it is cool. I lay back and close my eyes as tears stream down my face. I make my mind go blank. I don't want to think.
After a while, he comes back and helps me out; he puts the robe on me. I helps me to the bed; it is so warm. I fall asleep. A nightmare about the day wakes me up. I find Aedan sitting by the bed.
"Good, it was almost time to wake you. Put this on." He hands me a dress to pull on dress. I do as instructed, and put on the shoes that are waiting next to the bed.
"Come with me." He says.
We go out of the bedroom into a spacious living room I did not notice previously. We go through a sliding glass door. There is a small deck here, and stairs going to the ground floor. Waiting there is a golf cart. He gets in and indicates that I should too.
"I understand why you don't feel like talking. That is OK, it gives me time to explain how your new life will be. All bosses orders." He tells me.
"The apartment over the garage is where you will live now. Until you are fully on board with this, the windows and doors will be barred, and there will be nothing that you can hurt yourself with inside. If there is ever a fire the bars will retract. There will not be anything to start a fire with in the apartment." He tells me.
I just look at him astonished.
"You guys are just taking over my entire life?" I ask.
"Mr. Diabhal is, I am just his employee." He responds.
"It is part of your job to commit crimes?" I ask.
"This is a very distasteful first, but as you will come to find Mr. Diabhal often gets what he wants. He has had us, well I guess there is no other word for it, stalking you for six months."
I am shocked, "Why? Why not just approach me?"
"I don't always understand his logic, but he seemed pretty sure you would not accept a proposition to get what he wants. More importantly, that would not have given him the control he needs. You have no choice in the matter; that is a big turn on for him." He explains.
Just when I think this can't get any worse, I find out this has been in planning for a very long time. I feel defeated, where is my usual fight? It has left me completely.
"We are almost to our destination. This is one of three guest houses on the property. We call this one the dungeon, because this is where Mr. Diabhal will bring you to 'play'. It also has several different styles of bedrooms for when you start to 'entertain'." He tells me.
"You mean when I become his personal whore?" I say bitterly.
He stops the golf cart, and turns to face me.
"You should re-frame it in your head, we both know you are not a whore. You are a victim." He tells me.
I am not sure victim is better. He gets out, and I make a run for the gate I see in the distance. This is stupid, there is no way I can get there and climb it before I am caught. However, I feel better taking some action.
He runs after me, and catches hold of my dress, it rips off! I am running naked now. He grabs around my waist, I scream in pain, the riding crop landed a lot on that spot. He pulls me close to his body to keep me from struggling.
He takes off his jacket, and covers me with it.
"That was not smart, this will be reported to Mr. Diabhal. I cannot stop that; most likely on security video. My best advice for you, Maeve, is not to fight it. You will lose, and you will lose painfully. He will enjoy it even more, and you may not leave his favorite room for weeks. Trust me, you don't want that." He informs me.
He practically carries me to the guest house. He drags me to the bathroom.
"You want to use this, and if I was you I would try to get as much as possible out. I am guessing it will be at least twelve hours until you get the chance again." He says.
Twelve hours? I do as instructed. I can't tell if he is trying to give me helpful information or telling me what he was instructed.
When I come out, he leads me to a dark red room. There is a big bed in the middle, but around the room is some very scary looking furniture. The one that catches my attention the most is a cross like structure. It looks like it has binds on it, for hands and feet.
I swallow hard, this is not good.
"Get naked, we only have 5 minutes until he will be here." He tells me.
I blush as I hand him back his coat, and take off my shoes.
"Now I will teach you the position you will take when instructed to kneel. Kneel. Now lower your bottom so you are sitting on your legs." He tells me. "Sit up straight, head down, palms up on your thighs."
He comes over and pulls my legs out to the side exposing my pussy, lowers my head a little more, and adjusts my palms.
"That should do it, stay still as long as ordered. I am not sure it will give you any comfort, but I will be in the room with you. I also have to do as Mr. Diabhal wishes, so don't expect any help. Unless it looks like he is going to kill you." he tells me.
This does not reassure me.
As if on cue, the devil himself walks in. I can feel the change in the air. He doesn't say a word, but slowly circles me. I can feel his eyes inspecting my position. I want to squirm, but resist the urge.
