This is not sweet reluctance, this is creepy, dark, non-con, and a work of pure fiction.
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Louise's sleep had been light, restless. Since she first managed to fall asleep she had woken every few moments, to drift off again a while after. But once 'Joe' started moving and mumbling in his sleep, she became fully awake.
After he had scared her into peeing in a bowl, she had decided to play along with anything he wanted to the best of her abilities. Pride was inessential, survival was everything. He hadn't played more games with her after that, though. Not really. He had fucked her three more times before going to sleep, but it had been just that, fucking. In, out, and in, out, till he came. No thank you ma'am, no mockery, no games.
The last three rapes had felt like he was merely small-time masturbating with her body as a wanking-glove. Almost like he had sort of forgotten she was there. In between the fuckings he had relaxed with reading. He hadn't even talked to her until he put the bowl under her again for a last tinkle before bedtime. That time round she had managed to do it without further prompting.
Louise's eyes were wide open as she listened to her rapist's sleep-talking.
Mumbling, groans. "No." Restless movements. "Them... no." He went quiet.
She couldn't see him, she lay on her side, turned away from him. He had rearranged her bondage somewhat before going to sleep. The chain to her handcuffs was now linked to the head end at 'her' side of the bed. Her feet had been released from the bondage belt. Now they were cuffed together. A chain led from her cuffed ankles to the foot end of the bed. She didn't have enough free chain to curl into a ball, but there had been enough for her to wiggle a little closer to the head end of the bed.
The undersides of her arms had gone sore from being above her head for so long. Keeping her hands at the level of her face relieved those sore muscles, so she did that, even though she had to keep her legs fully straightened to have enough chain to keep her arms bent.
"Mine..." said 'Joe'. He said more but the rest was unintelligible. It sounded like he was having nightmares.
The comparatively 'peaceful' end to the evening had made it possible for her to hope he would eventually release her. That he had rearranged her bondage for her to sleep on the bed with him had added to that hope. He had even covered her with the blanket.
'If he was planning to kill me,'
she had thought,
'then he would have chained me up in the bathroom or some such place. Out of the way like a bag of garbage.'
Before going to bed, he had fitted a modified fencing mask on her. At first she had thought that was the beginning of some new torture. When he simply went to sleep afterwards, she had figured out it was so she couldn't bite him while he slept.
Louise was scared.
She was hoping to eventually get out of this alive. When her rapist was business-like, when he used her as a means to pleasure himself, then she could make herself believe he was simply using her and would let her go when done with her.
"Emeralds,
my
emeralds."
Louise closed her mouth to withhold a frightened whimper. When her rapist tossed and turned in nightmares, then it was very easy to believe that he was insane and would chop her to pieces when he got bored with fucking her.
"No. No, don't take them." If not for his deep voice, he would have sounded more like a boy than a man. "They are mine."
'Is he crying? Is he crying in his sleep?'
A tear escaped Louise's eyes, and travelled along her skin. She couldn't wipe it off through the fencing mask.
'Please don't let him wake up in an upset nightmarish frenzy. Please don't make him wake up and take his nightmare out on me.'
"Sssh," she whispered, hoping to soothe the sleeping man. "It's ok. It's ok. Sssh."
'Please don't make him wake up insane and murderous.'
More tears escaped her eyes.
'I don't want to die.'
"Sssh." She kept making soothing noises, desperate to calm him.
It seemed to be working. His mumbling first decreased, and then changed to a happier tone.
"Mine," he declared, and rolled over on his side.
With tears still rolling from her eyes, Louise kept making soothing sounds, a while. Once she felt sure he was again sleeping heavily, and nightmare free, she went quiet.
"My emeralds," declared 'Joe', and moved closer to her.
Louise only just managed to keep herself from voicing a frightened squeal, when he moved an arm around her and pushed his body against her back.
'He is still sleeping,'
she realised a few seconds later. His breath against the top of her back alternately heated and froze her skin. She didn't think she would be able to fall asleep again, but, after her rapist had been still for the better part of twenty minutes, she did fall asleep. Fear is very exhausting.
A bit after Louise had fallen asleep, Ronald woke. He was a little surprised to wake up with an arm around his victim, he didn't usually spoon with the prey. He wasn't displeased though.
'So soft,'
he mused, and ran his hand along her belly.
Louise whimpered in her sleep. A defenceless arousing sound. Ronald's cock throbbed in response.
'Ah, what the hell. A quick little game and then back to sleep.'
Ronald slowly rolled away from his victim and off the bed to put a condom on. Condomed and ready for action he managed to slip back under the blanket without waking her.
'Could she be having wet dreams again?'
Ronald didn't think it likely, but then again, 'Lowish' was the first of his victims who had ever had a wet dream while with him. If she had one once, she might have it twice.
Carefully he slipped into the spooning position from before, moved his arm around her and moved his hand down her belly. Louise woke when he pressed his hand between her thighs. He could tell from her breathing.
'No, she isn't wet,'
concluded Ronald, pushing the tip of one finger inside her.
'What a pity, her pussy feels great when she is.'
He pulled his finger out, but kept his palm pressed against her v.
'Maybe I should fetch the lubricant.'
He didn't feel like moving just yet though.
"Are you awake, Joe?" whispered Louise.
"Yeah," replied Ronald, thinking,
'What a strange thing to ask. As if there could be any doubt.'
"Is there something you would like me to do for you, Joe?"
"Are you feeling service-minded all of a sudden?"
"I just want us to get along, Joe."
"Really?" asked Ronald with a grin. It wasn't the first time a victim got a sudden whim to be co-operative. It happened sometimes that a woman would get it into her head that if she played nice, maybe he would.
"Is there something I can do to please you?"
"I'd like you to get wet again," stated Ronald, rather expecting her to get flustered, maybe even panicky, when faced with that request.
Louise looked at her hands through the fencing mask. Light escaped the almost closed bathroom door, and she could see her fingers. She tried to wiggle them.
'I still can't control them well enough.'
Her hands still didn't function properly, due to her injured wrists.
"I can't play with myself just now, Joe. But I have a vibrator in my backpack, if you use that I'll get wet."
'Didn't see that one coming,'
thought Ronald, and laughed. "You travel with a vibrator?"
"Yes." Louise did her best to sound natural, as if she was talking to a friend, not a dangerous assailant. "Women have needs too, you know."
"Tell me more about your needs, Lowish," said Ronald, and moved his hand to run a finger back and forth between her folds. Since she wasn't turned on, her clit wasn't swollen and he couldn't locate it like that. But by moving his finger back and forth in the general area he was sure he would brush it occasionally, and he was sure that would bother her.
"I usually play with myself before bedtime," said Louise, thinking,
'Keep humouring him.'
"Sometimes I use my hands, sometimes I use the vibrator. It makes falling asleep easier."
"Does it feel good?" asked Ronald, smiling. It was fun to see how far she would go while being co-operative, it might give him some material to better fuck with her mind later.
Ronald had wanted to know if it felt good when she played with herself, but Louise misunderstood.
"Yes, but it would warm me up faster if you spent more time on my clit." She didn't like what he was doing, but had decided against both full honesty and full dishonesty. Right then, she needed to get wet to please him, and Louise figured pleasing him would increase her chances at survival.
Ronald laughed again. 'Lowish' had sounded like a mature woman trying to gently instruct an inexperienced lover.
"It would warm you up faster, would it?"
"Yes," replied Louise. Her voice shook. Her fear grew as 'Joe's laughter increased.
"Say it again," ordered Ronald.
"Say what again?" asked Louise, her fear showed in her voice.
"Tell me what it would do."
"It would warm me up faster."
Ronald's body shook with laughter, even at the tame reiteration. "Priceless, Lowish. Absolutely priceless." If he wasn't already lying down, he would have leaned back, to laugh it out. His young victim talking to him as if their age difference was the opposite and she was teaching him how to become a more experienced lover.
When the laughing fit subsided he tried to make a snide comment, but found himself unable to as he instead fell back into laughter. Eventually he pressed his forehead against her back, trying to fight off the remainder of the laughing fit. Ronald couldn't remember when he had last had a laugh like that.
"Oh, Lowish," he said, while fighting off the last giggles. "I love you, Lowish. You're priceless." With that stray comment, he finally got his humour under control.
Ronald pushed his body closer against Louise's, and moved his hand from her pussy to one of her breasts. There he found a nipple to expertly twirl between index-finger and thumb.
"Tell me you love me too, Lowish."
"I love you too, Joe."
He pinched her nipple when she said 'Joe'.
"Don't call me that."
"I love you too, Mr. President," said Louise, remembering the strange word game he had demanded at a previous occasion.
He pinched her nipple again, harder.
"His lover wouldn't be calling him, Mr. President. Would she?" Ronald was just going with the flow, he hadn't planned this mind game and didn't think about where it was headed.
"I'm sorry," said Louise, scared of more and other things than nipple pinchings.
'He sounds so angry, so very angry. Think. Think! Former American president Ronald Reagan. What would his lover call him?'
'Joe' pinched her nipple again.
'What does he want? What does he want?'
Another pinch.
"I love you, Ronald," said Louise. "I love you, Ronald. I love you."
