All characters portrayed in sexual acts are 18+.
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My heart raced and my chest tightened, I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. I shook my head, but denying reality didn't seem to make it go away. He moved across the room quickly, I held my arms and curled my knees up to my chest in defense. But instead of pinning me he used the opportunity to kick me; I cried out when his boot made contact with my side. I rolled away but he kicked at me again, catching me in the stomach and I lost my breath. I curled up, holding my stomach and struggling not to vomit. Christopher kneeled and wrapped his hand in my hair, using a good handful he lifted my head back and tilted it so that I was looking up at him.
"I owe you for what you did to me Skye; it was a very bad idea to bite me. I may not be able to make you sorry about it, but I sure as hell am going to give you something to remember, something to make sure that every time you even think about doing something so stupid the memory will change your mind." He stood and started to rummage through his top dresser drawer. When he pulled out duct tape I felt a surge of panic again. Grinning he returned to kneel and grabbed my wrists. I pulled, trying to keep myself curled into a ball, he used his body to position me on my back.
"No! Don't make me fight you," I pleaded. I wanted to be good, I wanted Clyde to return and know that he could trust me. Only when I had his trust would I have any hope of getting out of here.
"Don't make your punishment worse, hold still," he growled. He straddled my waist, pinned one wrist beneath his knee while he held the other one and used his mouth to unroll the duct tape. Pressing my wrists together he began to wrap the tape around them. It was sticky, pulling all the little hairs on my arms as I struggled to get free. He continued to roll the tape around several times, each layer adding more weight and constriction. When he was satisfied he ripped the tape and sat back. Using my bound wrists I made a fist and brought both hands down hard and fast right into his stomach. Christopher grunted and I shoved him over and rolled to my knees to stand.
"Stupid bitch!" he swore as I made it to my feet. I didn't make it far, he grabbed my ankle and yanked it out from under me, and I collapsed, barely able to brace myself with my newly taped hands. He climbed back on top of me, only now I was on my stomach. He was panting as he tried to catch away the breath I'd knocked out of him. He grabbed the abandoned roll and tore off another strip, slapping it over my mouth.
"Don't want your screams to scare the kiddies." I tried to bring myself up on my elbows only to have him elbow me behind my head. He lifted my dress, revealing nothing but the long john underwear Clyde had given me. With more of myself exposed I pushed harder, but he was heavier than me. Holding my head down with one hand he leaned over and before I could figure out what he was doing I felt it.
Soft at first, but slowly I could feel his teeth sink into flesh; he took his time wanting me to feel it as he buried his teeth further into my skin. I screamed underneath my gag, but it was muffled and he bit down even harder, I could almost feel his teeth connect as sharp pain radiated up my back. It was quickly replaced by tingling warmth when he let go.
"Save some energy Skye, you're going to need it." He leaned forward and bit me again, this spot a few inches lower than the last. He only held for a few seconds before moving on to more unmarked flesh. He covered my back, my shoulders, neck, arms, even my legs with teeth marks and when he flipped me over I knew what was next. Using one hand he held my wrists above my head as he cupped my breast. Christopher watched my face intently as he started to pinch and roll my nipple between his fingertips, tugging ever so slightly. I swore and yelled but it did me no good.
He leaned his head forward; his tongue was cool against my burning flesh as he started to trace circles. My body responded to his touch as though it were the caress of an old lover and not the manipulations of my captor. I felt a tightening low in my body and that suddenly he bit down. The pain was more intense as he ground the sensitive flesh between his teeth. My back arched as I tried desperately to free myself from his grip, tears rolled down my face and I simply wanted him to stop. The intensity was overwhelming; it was at the point I would have done anything to make it stop.
When he finally let go he looked up at me and smiled, teeth stained red. I looked down to see a small thin river of blood trail down my breast. He ripped the bandage from his arm and shoved his wound into my face.
"Not so grand when it's your own flesh, now is it? Look at it Skye, it's going to scar, a permanent reminder of your disobedience. Clyde actually had to give me several stitches, and a few shots, keep me from getting infections from your dirty whore mouth." There was a circle with small puncture wounds in the shape of my teeth and in the middle was a few black stitches, most likely the place where I'd torn the flesh. The wound was red and bruised; he was right, it was definitely going to scar. I looked down, unable to see the damage, only the aftermath. He slapped me, shoving his arm in my face again.
When I didn't give the attention he wanted he grabbed my biceps and slammed me against his floor a few times, making me dizzy. He wrapped one hand carefully around my throat, squeezing hard enough that I could feel him cut the circulation off but not hard enough to cut off my air supply. Just as I'd start to see sheets of gray and white he let go. I could tell he was mad, livid still at what I'd done to him. He reached down and twisted my other nipple so hard I was sure he was going to tear it off. Than he started to slap me, the stinging of his flesh against mine was echoing off his walls as he marked me with his hand. He slapped my breast until it felt raw enough I was sure it had been scraped against cement.
I was sobbing, trying to beg through the tape but it was useless.
"I am a man of my word, so while I can't kill you, I can make you wish I could." He bowed his head and took my other breast into his mouth, I watched as he sucked more and more flesh and through his smile I watched his teeth bare down. I bucked and squirmed, I could see blood dripping down the corners of his mouth as he shook his head like a rabid dog. He licked his lips when he pulled away and ripped the tape from my mouth. I cried out but quickly quieted when he raised his hand to backhand me. He lowered his hand and grabbed my chin, meeting my gaze.
"Are you sorry now?" Not quite trusting myself to speak I nodded my head. He smirked devilishly.
"Good, that means we've made progress." He drooped down and kissed my cheek, tongue darting out to lick the tears that ran down my face. He kissed the corner of my mouth, his lips smooth and tender. My body shook with anticipation as I waited for the pain, but Christopher pressed his lips against mine and his tongue slithered out and tried to entice mine to kiss him back. I didn't respond and he kissed me harder, smashing my lips into my teeth until I tasted blood. He grabbed my lower lip and bit down, stretching it out he pulled until I screamed. His hand clamped down.
"Shut it," Christopher growled. He flipped me over, pulling down the long john underwear as he did. It didn't take long for him to unbuckle his pants and shimmy out of them just enough. I pushed against the floor and he bit down on my shoulder blade, a free hand wrapping around my mouth to quiet my screams. I tightened my legs together as I felt him press against me; his knee pressed into the back of my thighs until he parted my legs just enough and he didn't wait another second. He hammered himself into me, smashing his hips against me, his fingers clutching my hips so hard that I was sure his fingertips would leave bruises. I could feel delicate parts of my body tear as my I struggled to accommodate his size. I buried my face into my arms weeping silently as he satisfied his beastly need, shoving his shaft into me so hard my hips slammed against the wooden floor. He pulled my hair, called me names as he fucked my unwilling cunt. When he was finally fulfilled, I curled up against myself, feeling polluted and weakened.
He sat back and leaned against his foot board.
"Now, I am going to help you onto the bed, we're nowhere near done yet." He released me and stood, grabbing the tape around my wrists he helped me to my feet; pulling out a pocket knife he cut me free and I whimpered when he pulled the tape free. I rubbed my wrists as he pushed me to his queen size bed. Beside his bed was a simple nightstand with a small lamp. I shuffled closer, body filled with dread. I held my breasts in my hands, trying to ease the ache. The right one was already red and purple from where blood had burst to the surface but not quite through the last layer of skin. The bite marks were fresh and while the first one had stopped bleeding, the second one was bleeding slowly.
"Strip." He ordered. I shook my head.
"You punished me already, please no more," I pleaded, hoping to appeal to his merciful side. But staring deep into his eyes I was confident he didn't possess one.
"Strip." His tone implied he wouldn't say it a third time. Grabbing the hem of my hand sewn dress I pulled it up and over my head, noticing the stains of red, once it was free he ripped it from my hands and tossed it to the floor. Pointing at the long johns I shakily began to pull those down too, face aflame from embarrassment. I focused on breathing as rage boiled in my blood. Clyde said it would only be a couple days. I just had to survive until than; I could do that. I'd made it this far, surely a couple days with Christopher would be a walk in the park. When I stood there, naked and quivering he pushed me onto the bed.
