TRIGGER WARNINGS: This series of stories will feature explicit non-consent, abduction, and slavery. Do not read if 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

If someone had told me that the aching need for orgasm could be this much torture, I would never have believed it. All the nights alone in my bedroom, I had imagined being sexually controlled and denied release could never have prepared me for the reality—the unrelenting ache of need. It was excruciating, the mixture of gnawing pain and intense pleasure as you teeter on the edge, unable to fall into bliss. My mind is unable to focus on anything else except my release as I writhe on the bed. The vibrations pummelled my core each minute, feeling like another hour of torment. My whimpers flow from my lips like the lava from an active volcano, constant and unstoppable. My disregarded pleas for him to end this torment came out now as harsh and guttural. I could only lay defenseless and at the mercy of this man who had so thoroughly captured both my mind and body.

I felt his presence before I heard him enter the room. The air became dense and challenging to breathe. His wet and unruly hair drew my eyes as he walked towards me, masked and shirtless, with chiseled abs disappearing under low-slung jeans. His chiseled jaw is clean-shaven, framing his full lips, which curl into a mischievous smile as his dark eyes appraise me. My breath catches in my throat. In my current state of arousal, I am unable to deny how very much I want him to touch me. He moves closer to me, and I look up at him. My eyes are imploring him to end my misery. I can see the outline of his thick manhood through his jeans as his fingertips caress my exposed stomach between the lines of red rope, making me arch up toward his touch. My voice was hoarse as I pleaded, "Please make it stop. I'll do anything if you make it stop." Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to overflow.

Pulling his phone from the pocket of his jeans, he swiftly moved his fingers, and the vibration suddenly ceased, causing a sob to escape my lips. His hand moves down between my legs, gently removing the egg. A soft cloth appears, and he wipes away the obvious signs of my arousal before speaking. "You will do anything I want regardless, Stephanie. I need you open to fill you back up like you deserve to be." His words caused a tightening in my core as I thought of him being inside me. He stands, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his sculpted thighs. My eyes take in every inch of his erection as it extends toward me. Panic welled inside me at the possibility of him tearing me in half while trying to push it inside me. I look back at him, unable to hide my trembling body and whisper. " Please, you can't possibly think that will fit inside me." Even as the words leave my mouth, I feel my face burning with embarrassment.

A lascivious smile forms on his lips from my words, causing me to exhale a ragged breath as he grabs the harness of ropes wrapped around my chest and lifts me to him. "I promise, poppet. I don't intend to; you will be the one who puts me inside you." Before I can respond, he turns around, sits on the bed, lies back, and pulls me down on top of him. His rigid member pressed flat against my lower abdomen as his hand wrapped around my throat and pulled my mouth to his. He kisses me roughly as if he wants to devour me, sending a tingle down my spine as heat radiates through my core. Pushing me up to straddle him, he grabs my hips, positioning me onto the length of him, and slowly starts sliding my slick wetness back and forth along his shaft. Each time grazing my clit with the head of his cock. I whimper immediately, aching to be filled, but my fear holds me back. His hands grip my hips tighter, increasing the speed of each undulation along his length. I moan with hunger for him, and he groans out his words through clenched teeth. "You're so wet for me, poppet. Put my cock inside you before I have to break my fucking promise."

Knowing he will make good on his threat, I lift my hips as he pulls me forward, feeling the head of his cock resting at my entrance. He stills; I hear his rapid breathing and see the desire in his eyes as they bore into mine. My mind is racing with realization. I feel my power over him, seeing his need and knowing it is as strong as mine. "Please untie my hands, Sir. I want to touch you," I plead. I see his eyes widen, and after a brief pause, he reaches his hand to the bedside table, picks up the pocket knife, and flips it open. "Lean forward," he orders. With my head resting on his chest, he cuts the coils of rope around my wrists, freeing my hands. I sit up, my hands coming to rest on his chest, and slowly press myself against him. I whimper as I stretch myself around the head of his cock until it is just inside my entrance. Holding myself still for several seconds as I became accustomed to his size. I ease myself up and down, working him further inside me. He growls beneath me before speaking, his words low and shaky. "That's it, Stephanie, take every inch of me like the good little slut you are." I push back harder in response to his vulgar words as another inch of him fills me. I moan, the feel of him stretching me as I rock back and forth, taking him inside me, making me very aware of the plug tucked inside my ass.

The intense burning in my core grew fiercely, causing me to lose myself with desire. Raising my hips, I push myself down onto the entire length. I cling to his chest, my fingernails digging into the flesh. The intense flare of pain makes me cry out, then slowly dissipates like fog as his cock rubs across that spot inside me. Waves of pleasure wash through me as I increase my pace, my walls clenching around him. The groan that escapes his mouth makes me clench again as I stare at him. His voice strained as he spoke, but with each word, he thrusts his hips up, making me cry out. "When you cum for me, Stephanie, you will call me your master." His words tip me over the edge as my orgasm overtakes me. My body convulses as if a surge of electricity is coursing through me, and I let out a piercing scream. The pulsating ecstasy makes my whole body clench as I cry out his prophecy between moans. "Yes, Master, I'm yours."

He growls loudly and trembles beneath me as I feel his pulse emptying inside me. He pulls me down to his chest, cradling me against him as we both ride out the waves of pleasure. We lay in silence, my fevered mind tormented by how easily he had twisted me and the guilt of how much I liked it and craved more of it. His deep, even breaths and the steady rise and fall of his chest made me lift my head to see if he was asleep. His eyes were closed; I looked at the mask while considering my need to see his face. My hand slowly moved up to touch the bottom edge, my fingers shaking as I lifted. His hand closed around my wrist swiftly, making me yelp in surprise. His voice is low and forbidding as I look up into his eyes, flashing with anger. "Bad girl, Stephanie. You know what happens to bad girls, don't you?" Fear at his words caused me to pull back from him. His grip tightens as he continues. "They get punished."

He guides me off of him and stands up from the bed, pulling me up with him. Turning me away from him, pushing me forward, lifting me by the waist until I am on all fours on the bed. "Don't fucking move," he says. My heart is pounding as I hear him opening a drawer behind me. He grabs my arms, pulling them behind my back, and my face falls to the bed. I struggle to pull away from him as he wraps the leather cuffs around my wrists and cinches them tightly. Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me backward till my legs hang off the bed. His hand runs up the back of my thigh, causing me to shiver at his touch. His touch disappears, and a few seconds later, I yelp as the plug still nestled in my ass starts vibrating. He stands before me, reaching down to push hair strands from my face, and speaks. "Now, poppet, you're going to lay here as I watch every drop of my cum run out of that sweet little pussy until I decide to claim the only other hole I don't own yet." He gently strokes my cheek before grabbing a handful of my hair, lifting me from the bed to look into my eyes. "This time, you will take every inch of me exactly as I want you to." I shut my eyes, holding back a sob, tears streaming down my face. The way his words torment and twist me, stroking that dark place inside me that craves him just as much as I despise him.