Author's note: Traumatised by being held hostage in the cafe siege, Chloe has chosen a new direction in her life. She gives up her steady boyfriend and stable job to seek out new thrills in risky encounters. Covalent has laid out his plans to make her disappear and Chloe finds herself spiraling deeper and deeper into his fantasy of total control.
The story contains themes of female submission, edge play and autassassinophilia. Discretion is advised: please check the story tags to see whether this a series you'll enjoy.]
---
GRAVE IMPLICATIONS
It's another four days before he calls a halt to my daily grind of pumping the water and announces that we should take the day off. I'm kneeling on the decking as the sun comes up, as usual, in my display pose. I've been like this for half an hour, waiting signs of life from inside the house. The mattress is completely flat by now, so I've taken to folding it over on itself a few times to give me some padding to kneel on. Covalent either hasn't noticed my innovation, or he's ignoring it; it's the last bit of comfort I have.
My body isn't as stiff this morning, even after lying on the deflated mattress on the hard decking. I've been able to lie on my back and get to sleep that way, rolling up the woollen blanket and using it as a pillow. I suspect that the endless hours of walking round in circles has played its part too. When I lie down, my body is just thankful of the rest.
I'm dimly aware that this might be all part of his plan: the constant exercise, the sleep deprivation, the same, consistent rations, the abject humiliation of being taken out into the middle of the field to do my business. Oh, yeah, that last one came to a head last night. After going days without, uh, going, I finally had to do a number two in front of him.
It was mortifying, shitting into a little hole that he'd made me dig, then wiping up afterwards with a clump of the dry, brown grass. It felt like sandpaper between my cheeks, but when I complained, he made me stand up and bend over, touching my toes. He then made a thorough inspection of my rear, which just deepened my humiliation, before announcing that no damage had been done. It was such a relief to be on my way back to the house with that business behind me.
This morning, Covalent comes out with the usual: fresh water for my bowl and a plate bearing two slices of toast, again cut up into four.
"Good morning," he announces brightly.
"Morning," I reply, half-heartedly.
"Sleep well?"
"What the hell do you think?" I shoot back.
He nods, setting my breakfast down on the deck, as if forcing me to sleep outside, bare, on the deck was nothing out of the ordinary. My protests have been dismissed.
"Do you need the toilet?"
I shake my head.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure."
He isn't convinced. "You need to tell me, otherwise you might not get a chance later and you'll get uncomfortable."
"Oh, so sleeping on the floor isn't an issue but getting, uh, blocked up is, right?"
"Yes. I need to know if you're having medical issues."
"I'm stiff as a board and I got barely a wink of sleep, again. That's gonna give me issues."
"No, it's not," he replies, dismissing the suffering he's causing me, "Your body will learn and adapt. You'll see. Soon, you'll feel like it's the same as being on a bed."
"That's bullshit."
"You don't have to take my word for it. Wait another couple of days. Eventually you'll get to the point where you can't sleep in a bed anymore because it's too soft. You'll be tossing and turning all night."
"Why would you want that?"
"Want what?"
"Why do you want me not able to sleep in a bed anymore?"
"Honestly?"
"Yeah."
"Because it interests me. I want to see how much I can alter you. I want you to want to go to bed on the floor because it's the only way you can get to sleep."
"There's no way you can make me do that."
"Really? Are you sure?"
He isn't being cocky; I can tell he's genuinely interested in finding out what I think.
"Tell me something," he continues, "I've trained you to go to the toilet in a field and we're only five days in. You know your body's already changing. Isn't it really just a matter of time now?"
I want to argue the point, but I stop myself. I look down at my body, looking for the signs that I'm changing, and I begin to see them. My days in the sun have begun to colour my skin from the white shade of someone who spent all her time in the office. My limbs are changing too, just a little: there's more definition to my legs, my stomach is tighter. I run a hand over my head, feeling how perfectly smooth I am after Covalent shaved me yesterday. I'm being worked upon, I realise. He's sculpting me into something else and I have been given no say in the process.
"What do you want to do to me?" I ask him, sullenly.
I expect him to launch into a monologue, exposing his grand plan, like a movie villain. His actual answer is much more succinct.
"I'm not sure. You're a work in progress. I'll tell you when you're done."
He gets up, but he doesn't go back inside. Instead, he points down at the plate.
"Eat."
Begrudgingly, I hunker down on all fours and pick up a slice of toast in my teeth. Covalent walks around behind me.
"We can do better than that. Up."
He taps my thigh, until I raise my bottom into the air. He taps my thigh again.
"Apart."
I spread my knees, but he taps again until I'm spread wide, my shoulders down and my back entrance pointing up at the sky. I'm blushing with the embarrassment of knowing my pussy is on full display to him, as is my rear opening.
"We'll call that display pose two. A modified downward dog, I believe."
I'm just conscious of the air moving over my slit. I have a secret that I'm desperate to hide from him. I feel two fingers press on my labia, parting them, and it's too late as I feel the chill of my inner moisture exposed to the morning air.
"You seem to like this."
Fuck. He's seen. I don't answer, concentrating on my toast. My body has betrayed me though, showing him how much being forced like this has turned me on. I know Covalent well enough by now to expect no mercy as he exploits this new aspect of me. His fingers keep me parted and without him even moving I feel myself getting slicker just from feeling his eyes on my gleaming opening.
