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The next few days progressed a little different from the previous ones.
For one thing, he seemed satisfied with my submission after the escape attempt- the cat and mouse games in the gym stopped after that day, and instead he focused more on "training" me.
They were, in retrospect, themed. The day after my submission was all about my mouth and hands and tits. I woke up tied spread-eagle to my bedposts, my green bikini secured back onto my chest. Jason straddled me, hard dick laying on my belly. I knew what he was going to do even before he slipped his cock between my breasts, using the bikini to hold them in place as he fucked my chest.
What I wasn't expecting was him to pause halfway through and untie my hands. Removing my bikini top, he had me squish my breasts together so he could better pump his cock between them. After a minute or so of watching the flared tip of his monstrous organ pop in and out of my cleavage, I realized that it was closer than previous times, so close that, if I strained my head, I could lick the tip as it emerged from between my boobs.
So I did. Better to get it done with quick (at least, that was what I told myself). Jason's groan seemed to show his approval, and so I kept doing it as he fucked my tits. As he finally came, hot seed spattering over my chest, I absentmindedly realized this was the first time he hadn't come inside me.
I tried to ignore the odd sense of loss this incurred as he untied my legs and led me to the bathroom to clean up. To my complete and oh so utter surprise, the shower also turned into another lesson, where he had me use my soap-lathered tits to get him hard again, and then I sucked him off slowly. He even pulled out a few times to keep from releasing too soon, as to better have me practice the techniques he wanted from me.
The next day was all about my pussy. In the morning he ate me out, threatening to not let me cum for the rest of the day if I didn't last until ten minutes. That one was hard- I was practically bucking off the bed as I watched the second hand on the timer tick towards ten, but somehow I made it. Which he then rewarded me for by taking me to the shower and fucking me with my tits to the glass door. After that was practice riding cowgirl, which felt alien. I wasn't used to being the one on top, working his cock according to his instruction.
The final day was my ass- he probably planned it that way to give my battered ring time to relax, which actually helped. First thing in the morning, he had me ride his cock in reverse cowgirl, flexing my asscheeks when he told me to, until he finally shot his load deep inside my bowels. Then it was off to the shower to clean him off with my mouth and get him hard again. When that was done, he forced me onto all fours and took my ass again, pillaging my tight derriere while the hot water rained down on us.
Of course, those were just the mornings of those days. Each evening, after he fed me a good meal, it was back to the usual training. Sex tapes of my countless rapes at his hands, all while he brought me to the edge time and time again until I begged him to take me right then and there on the couch.
With each day, each "lesson", I was sure it wasn't going to end. I was expecting to wake up the morning after the last day, locked up somewhere where he could continue to violate me. Where he could breed me.
What I wasn't expecting was what happened.
000
I woke as the sun began to shine on my face through my window. Groaning, my eyes fluttered open as I braced myself for whatever Jason had in store for me. I was half expecting to be already tied up, or in the back of his truck as he drove me to some secluded cabin in the woods to be his fuckdoll.
But nothing happened.
I blinked a few times, then sat up in bed. Touching my throat, I realized my collar was gone. Looking around, I saw a letter on my nightstand, labeled "Daddy's Little Girl". Reaching over, I unfolded the paper and read.
Katya,
You've been a good little girl (for the most part) this past week. Now, the time has come for you to choose. Of course, you're probably confused right now. "Daddy", you must be asking, "where are you? I thought I had to choose."
Who said you had to choose right away?
I'll give you time. Not to think about the choice, because I know you'll accept. But to stew in need, to realize once and for all that you need daddy's cock in you. When you're ready to submit, give me a text and go to the Zveroby House.
Until then, princess
Daddy
I stared at the paper, rereading it a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. He actually did it? He left? I couldn't believe he'd actually leave me to my own devices. The sheer fucking arrogance...
And yet I almost reached for my phone before I realized what the hell I was doing. Shaking my head, I sucked in a breath, and ripped the paper up.
000
The first week went by without incident. Still didn't stop me from watching the shadows, half-expecting to see him pop out. School was still out, and I was left with making more college applications.
On the third day, while doing an errand for my mom, I parked across the street from the police station. I stared at the glass doors, thinking. There had to be evidence lying around the house I could use, to convince them of the truth and get him behind bars.
Oh, who was I kidding. There wasn't enough evidence, and even if I had it, they wouldn't believe me. And even if they did believe me, I could risk endangering the ones I cared about. And even if they were safe...
I gritted my teeth. No. I wasn't avoiding the cops because I wanted him. Fucking...
I drove off.
000
It was next week that I got my first text from him. It was the first night in the Zveroby house, the whole video of him plundering my virgin cunt.
"I know you miss it," the text said.
I couldn't believe the audacity. Did he think this got me hot and bothered? Did he really think I'd miss it? Hell, maybe he'd just given me the smoking bullet to finally put him behind bars.
But maybe he edited the video to make it look like a rough night of fun. I'd need to watch it first. Just to be sure.
I couldn't believe it slipped my mind to contact the authorities after I finished watching.
000
The test came back negative.
"You said you were going to breed me," I texted him later that day. "How do I know you didn't do that already?"
"Morning after pills while you were out of it," he sent back. "You needed them, otherwise you'd already be swollen with my seed. When you submit to me, there won't be any pill at the end."
"Won't be a next time," I texted, ignoring the quickening of my pulse at the thought.
"Sure there won't," he replied, the text itself somehow bearing his grin.
000
It was later that night that I had my first dream. I was back in the Zveroby house, legs splayed open as he plowed me like a cornfield, but there was nothing shackling me. I was holding him against me, shuddering as the heat bloomed...
I woke in a sweat. Before I knew it, my hand was down my underwear to try and finish what the dream started, but nothing came of it. I ended up burying my head in a pillow, sobbing in frustration. I hadn't come once in all the days since the ultimatum was offered.
I know what Jason would say about that. "You can only come when daddy wants you to."
As the days of the same dream turned to a week, then two, I feared it was the case.
000
