Welcome to my dark little corner of the universe! DISCLAIMER: like nearly everything I write, this story consists of many dark, fucked-up, non-consensual themes, violence of all kinds, imprisonment, kidnapping, and occasionally even a little bit of torture. If any of this or terrible grammar offends you, then stop now, because this story isn't for you.
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Arioch hung his jacket as he pointed to the staircase. My legs felt like jelly, but with slow strides I managed my way up. I had been doing so well before I opened my stupid mouth. But after all the violence I had seen, how could I not think his family would kill him? They were certainly capable of it, and enough of them wanted to.
"Strip," he commanded.
"Can we just ta..." He paused in the doorway to his bathroom long enough to give me a stare, one that told me, I knew very well he didn't care to hear the rest of my sentence. My fingers brushed gently against the small abrasions left from our earlier scuffle as I tossed the dirt stained dress into the ever-growing pile of laundry. He needs a laundry chute. It would certainly keep the laundry off the floor. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my feet dangling over when he returned naked, a swirled multi green bar in his hand. My lower lip trembled as I realized it was a bar of soap.
"Face down, towards the headboard."
"W-what are you goi-..." He didn't wait for me to finish the question before grabbing me by the hair and shoving my face into his bed, pulling the rest of my body with it. I tried to move, earning me a smack to the back of my head. Arioch set the soap down close enough I could smell the scent of Irish Spring. He reached beneath his bed and pulled out a small bundle of rope. He carefully looped it around each wrist, securing tightly before tying them to his bed frame. I tested the strength of his knots; I pulled and twisted but they remained in place. The poisonous butterflies returned. It was never a good sign when restraints were involved. He watched my struggle with mild amusement before turning my face towards him.
"Open." I pressed my lips tightly together and shook my head. Like Hell I was going to willingly put soap in my mouth!
"Those with disrespectful or lying tongues, need to be cleansed. And you know very well, dear wife, both of those apply to you. I only plan to make you hold this in your mouth while I fuck you. If you refuse to take it, or you spit it out, I will make you eat it." He pushed the bar in my face, pressing it against my lips until I begrudgingly opened my mouth, wincing as he shoved ¾ of the bar in. I immediately gagged but managed not to spit it out. I had no doubts he would make me eat it.
He positioned himself behind me on the bed, hands caressing my hips as he pushed them forward, positioning me the way he wanted. He leaned over to the nightstand and pulled something out of the drawer. The snap of the bottle cap told me it was lube. I could feel him sliding between my thighs, letting me feel how hard he was. He grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my head back until his lips were pressed up to my ear.
"I want you to remember this exact moment the next time you so much as even think about calling me an asshole. You will learn to respect me."
Arioch grabbed each cheek, spreading them impossibly wide before violently forcing himself in. The bar of soap slipped past my lips as I cried out, every muscle flexing against him. There was no gentleness to his invasion. I shut my eyes against the pain, trying to breathe through it, knowing the more I resisted the more it was going to hurt; I needed to relax. And the more I tried to relax the harder the task became. When it finally became too overwhelming, I began to beg.
"Stop. Please, no more...I won't do it again!" Though he slowed his pace, the pain and discomfort didn't go away.
"I will stop when I'm damn well ready to. Open your fucking mouth." He grabbed the bar of soap and jammed it back in my mouth with a sound of disapproval. A small, slimy, foamy puddle of drool gathered beneath my face and despite keeping my eyes shut, it still managed to seep in, causing them to burn. I grabbed the rope that bound me, and I pulled myself towards the headboard. I spit the soap at him and furiously wiped my face, curling my knees up as if they could protect me, as if somehow, they would stop him from finishing the deed. He reached for me, earning him a hard kick to the chest, my heel landing with a loud satisfying thunk.
"Please. I'm really, really sorry; it was a stupid thing to say." I sobbed.
"You know it only makes me harder when you fight." He grabbed my left ankle, thumb digging into the tendons as my right foot lashed out for his face. He swatted it aside, pulling me towards him with a predatory grin. My knees pulled the corner of the sheet down, my naked breasts raked against the bare mattress making me hiss. Arioch pulled until my arms felt like they would pop out. He straddled the back of my thighs, forcing my knees to grind together.
"Drop this one more time and you're not gonna like where I stick it next." He picked up the bar and this time I opened my mouth willingly. I didn't need to know where it was going to know it wasn't going to be any place I wanted.
I bared my teeth in a snarl as he spread my cheeks again and placed the head of his dick against my tight little hole. He rammed it in painfully, pushing my pelvis against the wadded-up sheet beneath us, sending a different sensation through my body. I was forced to bite down to prevent the soap from falling out a third time. I choked on the awful bitter taste, but I welcomed the distraction. He had rendered me helpless and it was humiliating. After resisting him in the woods, he had finally taken the rest of the fight out of me. He leaned forward, placing his weight on his hands as they pinned me down.
"I love watching the way your face grimaces in pain...the way you whimper just brings me closer to finishing." My body tightened around him with every downward thrust, the pressure against my mound just enough to edge me but not quite enough to send me over. I buried my face in the sudsy puddle beneath me.
"Are you leaning into me, you little slut?" I shook my head vehemently, mumbling a fuck you around the bar of soap, thankfully none of it audible.
"I thought you knew better than to lie to me." His thrusts became stronger, harder; the rocking of his hips had me grinding against the bunched-up sheet and finally, when my body could take no more of the building pressure, I came. I nearly bit right through the soap as a half-strangled cry escaped me. I could feel him pumping my ass full of hot cum as he finished moments behind me. My face was aflame with embarrassment and shame. I began sobbing softly, my back end feeling as though he had torn it wide open. He pulled out with a sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling me so that his hip rested against my belly. He brushed the sweaty clumps of messy hair from my face, gently taking the bar of soap from my mouth. Smiling as his fingers caressed the grooved marks from my teeth. A symbol of his victory. He set it on his nightstand.
"I debated on following through with it, but I thought this lesson was worth the wasted seed, do you agree?" I nodded weakly, not trusting myself to speak. I had been punished enough already for one day. I wasn't going to call him an asshole again, but there were lots of other things I wanted to call him. I was never going to get the taste of Irish Spring out of my mouth.
"As much fun as that was, unless your behavior calls for it, I don't plan on doing it again. Go on and rest a minute, I'm gonna wash up." He grabbed the bar of soap as he slipped into the bathroom, the next sounds were that of running water. I grabbed the comforter he had tossed to the side and rubbed the soap off my face, then my tongue, as if the fabric could scrape the flavor away. It didn't. I squinted at the knots with burning eyes, tempted to chew my way free, but my sore asshole made me think better of it.
Arioch left the water running as he untied me and helped me to my feet.
