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

My mind reeling as my body shudders from another orgasm washing over me. My vision completely obscured with the t-shirt pulled up and over my head. His instructions clear for me not to move unless instructed to do so. His head between my legs sucking as if he was trying to draw every drop of me into him. My hips bucking as I ride waves of pleasure my juices coating the three fingers he pumps in and out of me. I collapse back onto the table panting heavily. Silently I berate myself in my head. The conflicting emotions making me feel like I am losing my mind.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Having experienced three of the best orgasms of my life from the mouth of a deranged, dangerous man who as abducted and abused me. I am ashamed from the humiliation of how my body reacts to him, how good it feels. That I begged him for it and probably would again making me cringe with embarrassment. I don't even know his name, he refuses to let me see his face. All those months I had asked for a picture or even a description of him had been denied. He remains an enigma even with his head between my thighs.

My thoughts instantly disappearing as he removes his fingers. Immediately replacing the emptiness with his tongue as he licks the length of my slit before plunging his tongue deep inside me. He groans around his tongue making me feel the rumble in my core as I gasp and moan. He removes his tongue and speaks. "You taste so fucking sweet poppet, I could make wine from your juices and drink nothing else." I whimper as he continues to lap at my folds from pleasure and the almost unbearable sensitivity he has created. "Please" I groan. "Please I can't take it again." He sinks all three fingers back inside me making me moan loudly and then withdrawals them entirely.

He pulls away from me and after a few seconds, He sits me up on the table as the shirt is pulled from my face. He stands before me mask once again covering his face. Bringing his hand to my mouth he rubs a finger across my bottom lip coating it in my wetness. I try to pull back from him but his other hand grips the back of my hair tilting my head up to face him. He shoves all three fingers into my mouth and in a low voice commands me." Don't pull away from me Stephanie it only pisses me off. Now your going to suck every drop of your juice off my fingers and when I am satisifed they are clean, your going to thank me for the privilege. Is that clear enough for you?" Staring up at him I nod my head slightly in acknowledgment. His smirk lifting a corner of his mouth as he continues to speak. "Show me how clean my little cock sucking slut can get my fingers."

My face burning red as I close my eyes and suck his fingers deeper into my mouth, my tongue running between each finger tasting myself. He tugs on my hair sharply and my eyes spring open as he speaks " You keep your eyes open poppet and look at me every single time I put anything in your mouth. Understand me." I continue to stare at him as I complete my task, trying to hide the flare of anger that his words made me feel. I want to sink my teeth into his fingers and bite him. But I know he will only do much worse to me if I do. The paradox he has forced me into was slowly driving me insane. The see sawing emotions bleeding into one another then tilting to either extreme in the next second .

He stares at me intently, his eyes searching my face and after several minutes withdraws his fingers from my mouth. After several seconds of his unrelenting stare I whisper the wordsI know he is waiting to hear. "Thank you for allowing me to clean your fingers...Sir." My hesitation causing a stern look to cross his face as he sighs then speaks " You continue to test me Stephanie, you can't hide that fire of disobedience that sparks in your eyes. No matter how many times I snuff it out it reappears. How hard you bite that tongue to keep from saying what's in that pretty little head? How many times you have wanted to hit me, bite me, and run away from me. I have seen them all. There is nothing you can hide from me, Stephanie. Do you know why poppet?" He looks at me expectantly for an answer. My body trembles at his words and the repercussions that may follow. My tongue darting out nervously to wet my lips and I answer softly. "No. I don't know why you have done any of this?"

The wicked cackle at my answer making my body jerk causing his grip on my hair to tighten. His voice a low rumble as he continues. " Oh I disagree Stephanie, you know why I do everything because you created me. You breathed the life into my body and stoked the fire in my soul. I am the devil you ached for your entire life hidden deep inside that beautiful fucked up head of yours. The one who knows every single button to push, every tiny deviant thought to force you so completely into the abyss." He releases my hair to wrap his hand around my throat and squeezes restricting my air and continues. "You cannot create a demon and expect him to not consume you in every way possible. You made me crave you, you became my addiction. I was the dark servant you designed to provide you with every single thing you need poppet. Just remember there are consequences for every action. Your demon has evolved. " His spits the last words out with venom his eyes dark as night.

He squeezes my throat tighter until I am unable to draw in a breath. I struggle against him, clawing at his hands in vain. He brings his mouth to mine with crushing force, sliding his tongue past my lips. The edges of my vision blacken as he pulls back to stare at me. He does not loosen his grip as I start to sink into the fog and completes one final sentence. " So now my sweet little poppet your servant will be your master." The fear and aching need in my core are the last things I feel as I fall into nothingness.