Taen to the Cabin

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any violence or rape in real life.

Welcome to the penultimate chapter! I really appreciate everyone's patience with me while I let my personal life take centre stage for a few months. I'm hoping to have a much shorter waiting period for Chapter 8, but no matter how long it takes, I promise it is on its way!

As always, thank you for reading and I look forward to reading any feedback!

WhisperingLilac

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"You're welcome, Baby Girl," Seth said, smirking down at Violet basking in her bubble of post-orgasmic bliss. "You see, good things happen when you obey me."

"Yes, Master," she murmured, still reclined on the mattress.

"Get up now. You can use the bathroom across the hall to go to the toilet and clean up, if you like," the man said, glancing down at his slave's pussy, which was still gleaming with her juices. She sat up as he unlocked the playroom door. Violet crossed the room and took a few steps into the hallway before turning around, noticing that her captor wasn't following her.

Warily, she eyed him as he stood in the doorway, wondering if this was some kind of test; this was the first time she had been permitted to walk around the house unattended since she had been abducted. A small smile formed on Seth's face as he leaned against the door frame; the fact the girl was seeking his permission for such a basic right pleased him. He nodded his approval. Violet had never thought the notion of travelling solo from one room to another would fill her with excitement, and yet here she was, practically running into the bathroom in case her kidnapper changed his mind.

Not wanting to push her luck, Violet hastily used the toilet and cleaned herself up. Seth was impressed to see her scurrying back after less than five minutes.

"Well done, Violet, you have been a good girl today," he told her as he locked them into the playroom. The slave's cheeks flushed with a wave of pride.

"Thank you, Master. I have been trying my best." As the words came out of her mouth, she couldn't help but feel a distant sense of shame that her captor could manipulate her emotions so easily.

"I know you have, Baby," he assured. "I do hope you continue to as I teach you your second submissive position, 'ass'." The girl swallowed nervously - just the name of the position made it sound more intimidating than 'wait' - but nodded her head.

"Wait," Seth ordered, and Violet fell into position. "Now, stretch forward, as if going on all fours, but leaning on your forearms, so that beautiful ass is pushed out." He smiled widely as she shifted onto her arms and stuck out her ass invitingly.

"Good girl, now head down towards the floor. Palms flat on the ground too. And spread those legs even wider. Excellent." The view presented towards Seth was undeniably arousing. He worked on through his desire, ordering Violet in and out of the position repeatedly, correcting and praising as he did so, until she was able to perform it gracefully on command.

"Ass," he called, for what must have been the twentieth time. The girl rested on her forearms, palms touching the wooden flooring, head down, ass up and legs spread obscenely wide. Seth sidled closer to his slave and stroked a hand over her cheeks.

"Very good, Baby Girl. Seeing you like this...I can't help but think I've been neglecting your gorgeous behind a little too much." Violet swallowed anxiously as the man's thumb grazed over her anus.

"I think I might have to rectify that soon," he stated ominously as he applied some gentle pressure to the puckered hole. His other hand began to knead her buttocks, squeezing and caressing the cheeks. After a moment, his hands pulled away and the girl had to repress a sigh of relief.

"You may stand, Slave." She scrambled to her feet and faced the man.

"As a reward for being such a good little slave today, I will allow you some free time now," he told her, the corners of his mouth lifting as he saw her eyes light up. "You can either go to your room and do whatever you please in there, or you may watch some television with me." Violet chewed on her bottom lip as she considered this proposal. Given the choice of being with or without her kidnapper, it seemed like a no-brainer to avoid him. Despite this, she was tempted; she hadn't watched any TV since being taken and, while it wasn't high on her list of priorities, she had missed it.

"May I please watch some television with you, Master?" Seth's small smile grew; the girl was voluntarily opting to spend time with him.

"Yes, Baby, you may." He covered Violet's hand with his and, pausing briefly to unlock the playroom door, took her downstairs towards a room she had only been in once before. It was a pretty standard living room, housing a couple of armchairs and a sofa, plus a coffee table and a medium-sized TV.

"Come and lie down," the man instructed as he sat on one end of the sofa, gesturing to the space next to him. His captive complied, setting herself next to him and reclining so that she was curled up on her side.

"Not like that," Seth tutted and moved Violet so that her head was resting on his lap, with strands of her hair splayed out on his thighs, before using a remote to turn on the television.

"Could we...um," the girl began, not daring to look up at her master. "Maybe watch the news? I-I'd quite like to see what's...going on and stuff." She tensed up as she felt him laugh.

"You mean you'd like to see if there's any reports on a certain missing girl? Or maybe you were hoping to catch the local news to get an indication of where we are?" Violet laid still, wide-eyed and motionless, wondering how Seth had worked out her intentions so quickly.

"That wasn't the most intelligent plan, Violet, it wouldn't take a genius to work it out," he chuckled smugly as he flicked through the channels. "Luckily, I don't blame you for being opportunistic." The girl allowed the breath she had been holding to release. Seth settled on a nature documentary and the pair sat in companionable silence. Both of them appreciated the moment for their own reasons; Violet was enjoying the luxury of actually being able to watch TV, a privilege which she had always taken for granted, while her kidnapper liked having his slave curled up with her head on his lap, seemingly relaxed for once. Seth played with the girl's hair as they both gazed at the images of a lion stalking a gazelle. He ran his fingers through the curled locks, twisted strands between his fingers, gathered her curls up into a handful and then released them into a chestnut waterfall across her shoulders. The two remained there, in their quiet embrace, for two episodes of the documentary. As the second one ended, the man pressed a button on the remote and the screen went black.

"I don't know about you, Baby, but I'm ready for some dinner," the man announced as he lifted Violet's head off his lap and rose to his feet. He guided her into the kitchen, where she obediently stood as her kidnapper cooked them some pasta. Once it was done, the couple sat at the dining table and ate together; it almost felt normal now, as if they were settling into a routine. The pair even washed the dishes in unison. As Violet put the last pan away, Seth dried his hands on a tea towel and smiled at her.

"I will escort you to your room for the evening." Seth took the girl by her arm and guided her to the bedroom door.

"You can go in yourself, Violet, I'll come by in a little bit to say goodnight." In an unexpectedly loving gesture, the man kissed his captive on her forehead and let her leave, pulling the door closed behind herself. As it clicked, his sweet smile turned sour. Seth headed towards the playroom, entertaining himself with the thought of what he was about to do.

Only minutes later, the kidnapper knocked on the door to Violet's room and held in a chuckle as he heard her scrambling around, undoubtedly rushing to get into position. Holding one hand behind his back, Seth used the other to push the door handle down. Upon entering the bedroom, he was very pleased to see the girl knelt on the floor, her hands clasped together at the base of her spine and her eyes firmly on his. A book had been discarded on the bed and some piano music was coming out of the iPod; Moonlight Sonata.

"Good girl," he breathed as the corners of his mouth lifted. "You like Beethoven?"

"I - yeah, I mean - it was just on shuffle, I guess," Violet stuttered, unsure if there was a correct answer to the question. When she was met with silence, she continued. "Not the sort of thing I listened to...before...but it's nice. Master."

"Well," Seth smiled as he stepped towards the bedside table the iPod was resting on. "I suppose, if nothing else, I've broadened your musical taste." He chuckled loudly as he turned off the music and placed the book next to it. Violet didn't laugh. The man either didn't notice or didn't care.

"Come and hop up on the bed then, Baby Girl. Face down." It was only as the girl turned and began to climb onto the bed that she realised her master was concealing something behind his back. Her heart thumped inside her rib-cage as she laid on her front, her bare breasts pressing into the duvet and her fingers gripping onto the pillowcase. Whatever the man was about to do to her, she was completely vulnerable. Violet's palms grew clammy. Seth's member swelled. The mattress sank as he straddled her legs, his crotch resting on her thighs.

"Relax," he told his slave as he ran a hand across her tense shoulders and over her spine. Fingers caressed her round ass cheeks, gently squeezing and kneading the flesh. Violet suddenly gasped and lifted her head up as a dollop of lube was squirted on her puckered hole.

"Shh," the man soothed as he started to massage the lube into her anus with his index finger. As the tip slipped in and out, Violet tried her best not to wriggle too much, but she was completely unaccustomed to the sensation. The finger pressed deeper; Violet was sure she could feel the first joint penetrate her back passage, rapidly followed by the second. Just as she was getting used to the feeling of fullness, Seth jerked his finger out. Violet released a breath she hadn't realised she was holding; it was disconcerting for her to be unable to see what was going on and what was coming next. It made it a particularly jarring experience when cold plastic began to push against her hole.

"M-Master, please don't, I..." the girl protested, writhing like a snake in an attempt to squirm away from the invading toy. A sharp slap on her left cheek stilled her.

"Come on, take it like a good girl," Seth growled. He had actually intended to be soothing, but his overwhelming arousal had caused the words to sound more like a challenge. Violet gritted her teeth, but couldn't stop a groan escaping as her asshole was assaulted by smooth plastic. The buttplug Seth was pushing into her was only small, about three inches long, yet to the anal virgin it felt huge. The man leaned back to admire the pink circle poking out from between his slave's cheeks with his signature smirk.

"You are to leave that in until I order you otherwise. Do you understand, Slave?"

"Yes, Master," the girl agreed, wishing that she could do anything but.

The mattress shifted as he dismounted the bed and stood next to it. Violet cringed as she heard her captor unzip his fly.

"Come and suck my cock, Slave." The girl shuffled off the bed and onto the floor, whimpering in discomfort as the plug shifted with her movement. Kneeling submissively, she opened her mouth and started to suck the thick member. Seth basked in delight as his slave's head bobbed up and down, her brunette curls bouncing on her shoulders. Violet wanted the act to be over as quickly as possible, so tried her best to emulate the kind of blowjob she'd seen in porn before, even daring to make eye contact with the man as she tried to take him deeper. Her inexperience was obvious, but Seth found her naivety endearing and revelled in the fact that she was clearly putting effort into the act. Besides, he was so worked up from pushing the plug into her tight, virgin ass, that it wouldn't take much to make him cum. After only five minutes of Violet's lips stroking along the man's shaft, and her tongue caressing the ridges and veins, he came with a grunt, shooting his load into the girl's waiting mouth. She swallowed the semen without any protest as Seth pulled his softening member out and tucked it back into his boxers.

"Thank you, Master."

"For?" he prompted, eyebrows raised.

"Letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum, Master," Violet said, consciously keeping her wide eyes on the man's, as much as she wanted to shy away as the words left her lips. Seth rewarded her with a pat on the head, as one might do to an obedient dog, then zipped up his jeans.

"Remember, leave the plug in," he reminded the girl sternly as he strode off, leaving her on the floor with the taste of his cum on her tongue. Violet clambered onto her bed. Wrapping the covers around her body, as if their embrace could shield her from any evil, she closed her eyes firmly shut. As much as she wanted to welcome the comforting blackness of sleep, Violet could not get comfortable. She tossed and turned but, as she writhed, she only became more aware of the object inside her ass. Lying on her left side, her right side and her back were all equally uncomfortable, so she found herself leaning on her front, in a similar position to the one her master had put her in an hour before. Without really meaning to, Violet found herself reaching between her cheeks and fondling the end of the toy. If she took it out now, Violet supposed she would be able to sleep soundly for a few hours, and then put it back inside herself in the morning, before Seth knew any different. She could set an alarm on the iPod, a quiet one so that her captor wouldn't hear, to make sure the whole operation was complete while the man slumbered soundly. Something resembling a smile lit up the girl's features as she began to tug on the plug. The sensation was unusual, uncomfortable and - Violet was surprised to realise - not entirely unpleasant. In fact, as the thickest part of the small plastic buttplug stretched her rosebud, causing a satisfying kind of pain, she could feel her pussy clenching and juices starting to flow. As she completely removed the toy, Violet's whole body relaxed. Throwing the pink toy on the sheets next to her and rolling onto her back, the girl was asleep in mere moments.

Violet dreamed that she had overslept for an exam. She threw aside the floral duvet and scrambled to her feet, knocking her old teddy bear, Pandsy, to the floor in the process. Grabbing her rucksack, she flew out the house and ran the whole way to school, her heart beating along with every hurried step. It was only when she got to the exam hall and felt the combined stare of a hundred classmates that Violet realised she hadn't combed her hair, brushed her teeth, or even changed out of her Disney pyjamas.

Violet shook her head as she came to, as if she could shake off the pain of the nightmare. It had plagued her throughout her exam period at school, on her first day of work and whenever she had a presentation or important meeting she was anxious she might oversleep for. The girl tried to process why it had reoccurred that particular night as she heard movement on the floor above her. Violet sat bolt upright, her curls springing wildly around her head as fear set in. She had forgotten to set an alarm. Seth was awake. Soon he would be coming to admire his supposedly plugged slave, but his slave was very much empty.

Not a moment to spare, Violet grabbed the buttplug off the duvet and swivelled onto her front. Bringing her knees up under her stomach, she desperately pressed the plastic against her hole and hoped for the best. It took Violet less than a second to work out that she had fucked up.

"You idiot, you stupid fucking idiot," she scolded as tears sprang to her eyes. In all the self-congratulatory excitement she had indulged in when she concocted the plan, Violet had entirely overlooked the fact she would need lube to reinsert the godforsaken plug. Much to the girl's horror, her realisation was accompanied by the sound of her master descending the staircase. Time was running out. Closing her eyes so that she didn't have to witness herself do such a thing, Violet began to lick, suck and desperately spit on the small buttplug, doing her best to ignore the bitter taste of humiliation. As she positioned the toy back over her anus, three knocks landed on the door. Her heart leaping out of her throat, Violet spent a very long five seconds trying to push the plug into her tight little asshole, but the soreness was unbearable. In a panic, she shoved the pink object under her pillow, hurled herself onto the floor and did her best to get into something resembling the wait position.

As Seth stepped into the room, his slave was only just clasping her hands behind her back and spreading her knees apart. He chuckled at this; she must have been asleep or in the bathroom and had to hurry to get into position. The man observed his captive's chest rapidly rising and falling, yet he assumed she was simply catching her breath after having to rush.

"Good morning Slave," Seth greeted cheerfully, his gaze fixed on the beautiful body in front of him. He hadn't stopped grinning to himself since he had awoken in anticipation of removing the buttplug from Violet's ass. Just imagining the sound of the little gasps she would no doubt make as he pulled the toy past her clenching muscles and out of her virgin hole was enough to stiffen his cock.

"Good morning, Master," Violet whimpered, her voice breaking. Seth's eyes flicked up from the girl's breasts to her face as he cocked his head to one side. Upon looking closer at the kneeling figure, he realised her expression was twisted with sorrow. Had such a little plug really been causing her so much agony overnight?

"Violet, what is the matter?" Seth inquired. With each passing moment the question went unanswered, his smile faded. Tears spilled onto the girl's cheeks and she stifled a sob. Her master's eyebrows knitted together and he eyed her suspiciously; her tears looked like tears of shame.

"Ass," he ordered, eliciting a whimper from Violet as she obeyed. He circled her until he was facing her ass cheeks and her undeniably empty hole. The girl's tears flowed faster as the silence from her captor became deafening.

"I'm sorry," she finally croaked, desperate to cut through the insufferable stillness. "I just thought that-"

"What the fuck

did

you think exactly? Please enlighten me as to what fucking bullshit you

just thought

," the man bellowed.

"I-I couldn't sleep, it was so uncomfortable-"

"So you decided to overtly ignore direct instructions your master gave you?" he seethed. "Where is the plug now?"

"It's under my pillow, Master. I'm so sorry, please, Master, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" The girl openly sobbed now, ashamed at being caught out and terrified at the prospect of a punishment. She didn't dare to move as she heard the man stomp across the room to retrieve the toy.

"This buttplug," Seth growled, pressing the tip on Violet's bud. "Is three inches long.

Three fucking inches

. I had this whole regime in place, where I'd slowly stretch your ass and build up your tolerance with increasingly bigger plugs. But I guess you want to skip that process, right, Violet?"

"Please, Master," she begged, desperate for him to stop pushing the dry buttplug into her resistant hole. "Please!" Seth had to close his eyes and still himself for a minute to calm down. The man was frustrated that the act he had been anticipating and fantasising about was not going to happen. He was angry that his slave had disobeyed him. Plus it was so easy and so goddamn intoxicating to slip back into the delicious brutality of tormenting his captive. But he couldn't afford to push her away too much; he had to punish her rather than torture her. With a sigh, he retreated, taking the plug with him as he left the room. Violet remained motionless, a submissive statue, waiting until Seth marched back in purposefully and returned to his stance behind her.