TRIGGER WARNINGS: This series of stories will feature explicit non-consent, abduction, slavery. Do not read is you are sensitive to these topics.

This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real life situation or person was coincidental.

Poppet

As the lights overhead flicker on above me I whimper. My entire body aching and sore in ways I have never felt before. My eyes swollen and irritated from the tears that have finally stopped falling.  My throat so raw even a small whimper make me flinch from the pain.  I hear his steps moving closer to me but I am too tired to raise my head. His fingers trail up my spine cause my body to shiver at his touch. I want to cringe away from him but know from experience that the restraints prevent any such movement. He comes to stand in from of me and I feel his hands on the back of my neck as he unbuckles the leather strap that keeps the gag in my mouth.  His fingers moving as he eases it from my behind my lips. I groan as I close my mouth my jaw muscles scream in pain.  He moves swiftly as he removes the cuffs from my wrist and ankles.  I wince as he picks my body up rolling me over onto my back. The rough wood against my sore ass eliciting another whimper from me. He hands move down my arms from shoulder to wrist massaging gently, slowly causing tiny pricks of pain in my limbs as he attempts to awaken my stiff muscles. He moves down to my legs giving them the same treatment from my ankles to the top of my thighs. His fingertips brushing the edges of my groin but never hesitating intent on his task. After  several minutes he speaks. “ I’m going to make you feel better Stephanie, but you have to promise me you will not do anything to upset me.  Don’t make me hurt you poppet. Let me see what a good girl you can be for me.”  His words low and soft and if not for the obvious threat they seemed almost loving.

He leans down his face so close to mine I feel his hot breath on my lips as he presses his mouth to mine. Gently sucking on my bottom lip before moving away. “What do you say my Stephanie?” My body and mind foggy from the exhaustion and pain as I try to process his words. I am even more frightened by his complete change in demeanor. He must be insane to think he can kidnap me, abuse me and then expect me to just agree with him. But in my current state I am not capable of even walking unassisted, let alone escaping from him. I want to fight him, run from him but I need to come up with a plan before I do something utterly stupid and get myself tied up again. I look up at him meeting his gaze and nod my head in agreement.  A smile forming on his lips her eaisly picks me up cradling me to his wide chest and carries me across the room. He brings me to a corner where he pushes open a large white door revealing a large clawfoot tub, double sink and vanity. A stack of fluffy white towels, wash cloths sitting on the counter. My mouth literally gapes open as I stare at the sink that is filled with soaps, lotions, toiletries, make-up and hair tools. Each and every one are exactly the same as what I use. I look at him in disbelief as he grins at me. Seeing how pleased he is with himself only makes me think he is even more deranged than before. “I have all you favorite things poppet, now I’m going to run you a bath and then I’m going to help you get yourself clean for me.”

The humiliation rushing through me at the thought of him watching me bath, causing me to hoarsely speak. “No, I don’t need help, I can do it myself.” The force of his gaze as I speak causing me to look away from his eyes. He sets me down on a stool and leans over twisting the handles as he adjust the water flowing into the tub.  The scent of jasmine filling the air as he pours a bottle into the swirling water. Turning  to me his hand moves to rest on my thigh as I sit naked trying to cover myself on the stool.  His voice rumbles in my ear as his fingers squeeze into my thigh hard and bruising. “ Look at me Stephanie.” the words are tinged with restrained anger as he continues ,causing my body to tremble as his fingers dig deeper into my flesh. “ What you want is no longer important, because I know what you need. I know you don’t quite understand that yet but I can assure you when every inch of your body has been traced with my fingers, licked with my tongue and marred with each mark I place on it. You will. When I have claimed every hole you have stretching them to fit so perfectly around my cock and you can only whisper from the amount of times you have whimpered, cried and screamed for me. You will know who owns you.

He moves into me my wide frightened eyes not daring to look away from him. His warm breath fanning my face smelling of peppermint, my breathing increasing as the pounding of my heart increases from not only his words but the nearness of him. His eyes are so dark almost black as they bore into mine. For the first time I look at the exposed features of his face. His angled jaw, his full lips that twist into feral grin as his tongue runs across his lips. Making me feel like I am about to become a starving man’s first meal.  My nipples harden and breath hitches as shame burns my face while my body betrays me. The heat rushing to my core as fear and arousal envelope me. My mind filled with the humiliation of a truth we both know. One I cannot deny no matter how hard I try. That deep down I want this man to be my undoing.  His lips brush against my own, his tongue slipping between my lips and I can’t stop myself from leaning into him. A soft growl rumbles from his throat, making my pussy clench. He reluctantly leans away from me and speaks. “ Oh my beautiful little poppet, by the end of today you will do two things for the first time and one for the last. You will beg me to cum, you will beg me to stop, and you will fucking never say no to me again."