The Cottage: Night Two

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Night Two

All characters are over 25. As there are like 50 different ways consent is violated in this story, it is in no way okay for real life.

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I don't remember much about the rest of the night after he left. Or the day that followed. I know I showered; dozed in the chair by the fire; drank tea instead of hot cocoa; and tried to keep my mind off of what had happened last night; off of what might happen tonight...

I remember them as though from a distance. I awoke in the armchair to the dim cabin, lit by the dying fire and the last shreds of sunset. I was wrapped in my robe, my long hair had dried by the heat of the fire. I shivered, despite the cozy temperature. He would be back tonight, he had said.

When was "tonight?" As soon as it was dark? He could be here at any moment, or several hours from now. And what was I going to do? I still couldn't think straight, it was as though I just couldn't get that weird drug out of my system despite mug after soothing, warm mug of tea to help clear my system and my mind. I poured more, pinning a lot of hope on the "detoxifying" promise on the label.

What could I do, really? I couldn't fight him off. Maybe if I caught him by surprise, like hitting him with a frying pan when he came through the door (I hadn't noted the complete lack of kitchen knives until just recently). But I had also seen at least one tiny camera in the cabin. He would see anything I tried. And I was also worried about filming. What if he had footage of what he had done to me last night?

So, I gave up. I stayed dazed, wrapped in my robe, drinking yet more tea, trying to figure out how to survive another night of degradation.

Impossible to tell how long I waited, dreading his arrival even as my cunt felt emptier and emptier, but he finally arrived.

"Hello, Princess! Did you have a nice, relaxing day?" He strode into the cabin, setting a shopping bag on the kitchen counter and wasting no time, "Go sit on the bench at the foot of the bed."

I couldn't help the dark thrill that ran through me; I knew he was going to use my body to entertain himself, but I couldn't deny that my core was already on fire. I sat on the bench, nervously clutching my robe.

He opened the wardrobe and pulled out a gag similar to the one he had used yesterday, a leather collar with a thick, padded lining and two rings, and matching padded leather cuffs for wrists and ankles.

He dumped them into my lap and told me to put it all on. My hands shook as I put on the ankle cuffs, then the wrist cuffs, struggling to buckle them one-handed. I shuddered as I buckled the collar around my neck, feeling it encircle my neck, feeling owned. I'd left everything nice and loose, but still felt very much trapped. I kept the gag in my hand, wanting to wait until the last minute before I had to wear it.

Stranger's back was to me as I finished, he was pulling something out of the shopping bag. He turned toward me with the object, which looked to be a collection of black stretchy fabric straps. He frowned, "Cuffs loose, collar loose, and still not gagged? Princess, you're going to put this harness on. You're going to adjust it to fit perfectly for your body, then you're going to do the same with those items I gave you before. I'm going to build up the fire a little. If you were not perfectly outfitted to be strapped down and ridden hard by the time I finish doing that...Oh, I would make you deeply regret that, Princess."

He turned toward the wood stove. I hastened to put on what he gave me, which was basically some kind of lingerie/harness made of soft webbing that managed to cover absolutely nothing and in fact outlined my ass and tits. I tightened my bonds snugly, and fitted the gag reluctantly into my mouth.

I couldn't deny the need I felt building inside me as I assisted in my own rape like this. My mind flashed back to my desperate panting last night as he had casually slid the dildo in and out of me, forcing me to come for him just by shoving a toy inside me. No, toyS. Plural. That delicious, heavy plug had been in my ass, too...

As if summoned by my sick thoughts, Stranger's hands were suddenly on my ass, kneading my cheeks before giving a firm slap to the right one. "Much better, Princess! You made the right choice. This all goes much better when you make the right choices. So far you've been a good girl, and I'll make sure that achy pussy feels better," I twitched in shame. He was right. My pussy was so empty. How did he know? I whimpered a little and sucked on my gag. My tits were hard, aching, my skin flaming wherever caressed by my web harness.

He laughed, tweaked my left nipple, and went to the wardrobe again, pulling out a silicone plug similar in shape to the one from last night, but a little longer and with a noticeably wider base before the end narrowed and flared out again.

I stood in my harness and bonds, sucking on my gag and ashamedly trying not to think about getting fucked. Or about having him put that plug in my ass. Or about how it would feel to get fucked from behind while the plug was in my ass. I tried hard not to, but my cunt dripped as I failed.

He returned with the plug and some lube, and showed me as he lubed his fingertips.

"Get on all fours," he ordered. I slowly knelt down, my knees pressing into the soft rug, followed by my palms, as I did as he commanded. I distantly felt humiliated with my tits jiggling and ass on display, but my more immediate concern was how soon he would put the plug inside me. It was unbelievable how horny I felt.

I felt his lubed up finger sliding down my lower back. Going lower, and lower, slipping between the cleft of my cheeks, tracing my ring now, prodding it. I tried not to react when I finally felt his finger slip past my tight hole and into my ass. I bit down on my gag, loving the pressure/pain. He stroked my ass with his other hand and he slowly pressed his finger in, then backed it out, then in, then out. My fingers clutched the rug and my slutty tongue stroked at the ball of my gag as I tried not to show how much I was turned on by this.

He wasn't fooled. "Oh Princess, you have such a nice, tight little ass. I want to stick more than just my finger in, but we both should be patient, I guess. You especially. But since you've been so well behaved during your stay, I'll let you have this nice, fat plug now. You want that, Princess?"

Fuck yes I wanted it. I was so empty. The sensation each time he started to withdraw his finger back out of my ass was almost painful, I simply needed more. I grunted desperately into my gag and pushed my ass back farther into him, wordlessly begging for my plug.

He withdrew his finger completely, and I watched over my shoulder as he lubed my plug. Stranger saw I was watching, "I love that eager look, little slut, but I think that's about enough of you getting to watch right now." I looked away and closed my eyes tight, but that wasn't what he meant. I stayed on all fours as he placed a blindfold snugly over my eyes.

I shivered, tits dangling and hands still clutching the carpet, as I felt him spread my ass cheeks. I pushed my ass back toward him slightly as I felt the tip of the plug make contact with my asshole. He moved the head around as he worked it slowly inside me.

I didn't resist. I held my position for him and pressed back to make insertion easier. I made humiliating sounds through my gag as my asshole stretched around the gradually widening plug. I was awash with shame as I focused on the heavy invasion, the pleasure/pain combination as it kept moving deeper into my ass, until finally it stopped and my tight pink ring closed around the narrow part of the plug. I grunted and mouthed my gag.

I hadn't realized it would be quite so big, but the pain of the giant plug and my shame at having Stranger shove toys into my ass was overshadowed by the sheer pleasure of having it filled. He manipulated the plug a little, ensuring it was lodged firmly inside me, while I squirmed in humiliated pleasure. It felt good to be full, but it was a big plug, and the pressure was a little painful.

Still on all fours, I waited. I remained where stranger wanted me: plugged, gagged, and blindfolded. I tried not to think about the degrading things he had done to me, and how much more he would probably do.

"Get up, Princess," I felt him close by, and flinched as I heard the snap of what was probably a leash attached to my collar. He tugged slightly and I got to my feet, unsteady due to my blindfold and fear. I felt and involuntary thrill as the plug in my ass shifted inside me with my movement.

I shuffled forward blindly as he lead me, stopping after a few feet. It was an awkward moment or two as he guided me onto what I assumed was the leather bench at the foot of the bed. I followed Stranger's instructions in a daze as he guided me with his voice and his hands into my bondage.

He positioned me again on all fours, settling my limbs into special places on the bench i apparently hadn't seen, but now at a slight downward angle. I could feel a narrow, padded support along the center of my chest between my exposed breasts. I tried to tune out his comments about my ass, my tits, my wet cunt. I tried to ignore the possessive way his hands ran over my body and the burning ache inside when he so much as touched me. I sucked my gag and clenched my ass around the girthy plug, awash with humiliation and lust. He ignored my as he strapped me to the bench, which it turned out was extremely adjustable. I couldn't move, but was fully supported and all of my openings were accessible to Stranger.

That was when he stepped away. I could hear his retreating tread on the floorboards.

And so, I waited again. Now strapped down, still gagged, and blindfolded, with my cunt tilted up and at the ready to be mounted. I didn't know it, but my plug also had a jewel winking at the end of it, reminding my rapist of its presence.

Stranger wasted no more time. I throbbed with need as I listened to him moving around the cabin. I ground myself against the leather of my bench, my skin needing contact the way my cunt needed filling. I was beginning to wonder if that tea had been detoxifying or another aphrodesiac.

I heard his belt unbuckle, the sliding sound of a zipper...the soft shush of clothes now fallen to the floor. Crackling of a condom wrapper and muttering about how he "suspected suspected I might not be a clean little princess."

Then, finally, I felt something at the entrance of my needy pussy. He didn't enter me right away, but instead slid the fat head of...I didn't know if it was his dick or another dildo! Had to be his dick, right? Otherwise why the condom that I had heard? If that's what it had been?

But the girth kept stretching my desperate cunt a little further and further as I felt the heavy sensation of the head slide in. I groaned into my gag. It had to be his cock, and I loved it. I ached for the rest of it. It was so fat, so thick, and I was such an empty slut. I tried to drive myself further down onto him despite my restraints making that impossible. I couldn't move much, or see; couldn't speak, even to beg for cock. I just had to wait to get fucked.

I barely heard him as he soothed me, promising I'd get all the cock I needed. I hated myself in that moment, because I couldn't think about anything more important than getting the rest of him inside of me.

Soon he obliged, sliding his full length into me, spearing me on his thick girth. I somehow managed to squeak through the gag as he used me, the shame and pleasure as he rode me were excruciating. I loved when he sheathed his cock completely inside me, ramming the plug up further into my asshole as he did so.

I wanted to stay in that torture forever, forgetting my humiliation in the pleasure of being fully stuffed. For a while, I was his fucktoy, only distressed by the brief empty sensation each time he withdrew.

It didn't matter how I felt; he continued to use me as he wanted. He was fucking me quickly now, hands gripping my hips as he shoved his dick in and out of me. I ground my hips into the bench, trying to rub my clit as he humped me, but it didnt work.

My fogged brain was awash in sensation. I was wonderfully full, and I couldnt get enough of his cock inside me. Horror at my violation, and my base reaction to it, was a distant presence there. Through it all, I noticed his thrusting sped up. He leaned forwed slightly, grabbing at my tits hard and he suddenly suddered to a stop inside deep inside me. Then, with a couple more quick thrusts, I heard him grunt in satisfaction. He had finished, then, after only a few minutes of fucking me. He withdrew immediately, and I felt the deep, gaping emptiness between my legs. He couldnt be finished yet! I writhed, a mewling mess of ongoing need.

My cunt ached both from the abuse and the emptiness I now felt. All the restraint, the torture, and he'd fucked me and cum inside me like I was a fleshlight he wanted to use to relax before bed.

"Good, Princess! I knew you'd like that, but you'll be happy to know you're not done." (I was happy to know that) "Did you know that there are some other folks around here with cabins who live here year-round? They help with the upkeep of this place for me, keep an eye on it, so on. Isn't that nice, Princess?" I didn't yet know where this was going, but I knew I wouldn't like it. "So when I do happen to be up visiting, I always let them borrow anything they like. And that includes my guests." I could hear the smile in his voice. I was chilled to my core.

It wasn't just an internal chill, though, as I felt a brisk blast of air. I heard the sound of the door opening, and a second heavy tread entering the cabin.

"Hey! Perfect timing, man! I just got her warmed up for you" said Stranger. A deep, masculine voice answered, "Sounds great, bud. It's been a minute since you had a new doll up here!"

I shivered in fear, struck with the certainty that my torment was only going to increase from here.

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Part Three in the works: In which your slutty heroine is used by the neighbor down the road, the stranger in the cottage, and maybe more? Coming soon, so hopefully you'll be cumming, too!