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,'
