Honeyís captivity has become normal for her. But Master has been away for many days. Thatís not normal. Has her rapist abandoned her? Why is she all alone in her cell?
(The first rape story I ever posted publicly, as a companion piece to someone else's long-gone story on a long-gone site!)
I have been in captivity for what I estimate to be fifteen months. It has become normal. I have been alone for six days and that is not normal. Itís unheard of. Iím afraid.
Master always visits me at least once every day. That of course means at least one rape every day. Ever since he brought me here my whole purpose has been to alleviate his lust. Though at first I fought and denied it, as the weeks wore on and I saw nobody but him, received no human contact except his cock invading my throat, ass and pussy, I came to accept and understand my place.
I now know my purpose is to be used and fucked, to feel his hands around my hips grinding into me or squeezing and crushing my breasts, pinning my hands above my head or pressing my legs back to fuck me more deeply. I understand that. I got used to that. Then, as I now realize, I came to need the stability.
I am kept naked, of course, wearing nothing but the snug, secure blue leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists and a matching collar to mark me as property. Masterís property. I like my collar and cuffs; they define me, reassure me with their presence. Hard to believe I hated them at first and even tried to remove them. That was a bad thing to do. Master was angry. Iím good all the time now.
If I thought hard I could remember my old name, but I donít like to do that. He calls me Honey. Itís not a term of endearment, it was the name of one of his childhood dogs. I know he told me that to humiliate me, and it worked, but eventually, secretly I began to like hearing him speak my name. He doesnít let me speak much and when he does, he punishes me if Iím less than completely honest. Master knows everything.
I wonder fearfully where he could be. The last time he visited was nearly a week ago. I donít think I did anything wrong. I was lapping from my water bowl like he trained me to, when the heavy steel door opened and he came into my little cell. As usual my whole attention focussed on him. He was naked as he often is, and his cock was already hard. I donít think he was angry. Did I make him angry?
He glanced quickly over my food bowls, then to the corner where my shower tray is set into the floor, with the showerhead fixed somewhere below his hip height. Seeing that and the toilet bowl were normal, he clipped the leash onto my collar and pulled me over to the mattress. I remember I was glad; I like being fucked on the mattress better than on the cold, tiled floor.
He lifted me bodily off the ground - Master is very strong - and dumped me onto the mattress on my stomach. He swiftly clipped my cuffs to the rings set in the floor at the four corners. He didnít speak a word, but then sometimes he doesnít; and Iím not permitted to speak unless given permission. Whimpering is allowed, and was inevitable as he leisurely took my ass. His hips ground into my soft buttocks, his hands lifted my hips encouraging me to press back against him, and I moaned a little as his thrusts came faster, deeper and faster still. He growled in ecstasy and finally filled my waiting asshole with cum. As he has done countless times before, in countless positions. I canít pretend I enjoy the fucking, but itís normal and expected and Iím grateful for that.
Afterwards he gave my hair a perfunctory pet, then he got up, refilled my water bowl and replaced my depleted food dish. He unclipped my cuffs, removed the leash and tied it back around his waist. I remained where I was until he left. I canít be sure but I think he even gave me a rare smile. That was the last time I saw him. Iíve been over and over it in my mind and I canít think what I could have done wrong.
My only clue is the food bowl. He replaced the open dish with one that has closed covers, which open on a daily timer and permitted me to eat the rice, vegetable and kibble mix he normally feeds me. There was food for four days. The last two days I have gone hungry. That frightens me. It suggests something has happened that Master could not foresee, and thatís impossible.
I must eat with only my mouth, the same as drinking. With Master not here I could scoop it up in my hands, but it feels wrong. I suspect he has a hidden camera in here as he always seems to know if I have done something I shouldnít. This too is so normal I never thought about it; now for the first time I wish I had a camera to see him too.
I have been spending a lot of time lying in front of the door, or gazing at the single window set high in the back wall, at ground level. I sleep on the mattress, hugging myself. My water ran out days ago; Iím not permitted to mess with the bowl, but I can always drink from the shower. I keep myself very clean, because when Master comes back he wonít want me dirty. Yes, when he comes back, not if.
Iím dozing in the afternoon of the sixth day when I hear the faint sound of a car engine. I leap up to my hands and knees and strain my ears toward the window. The vehicle is approaching, itís stopping! I shift my attention to the door, trembling. What if it isnít Master? The sudden thought horrifies me.
I hear the locks move and the door wheel turn. I want to rush forward and I want to hide; instead I stay where I am, for I learned early on not to do anything resembling an escape attempt. Through the door comes Master! I try to suppress a moan of relief!
Heís dressed in his usual driving clothes, jeans and a button shirt and dirt-caked boots, which he kicks off immediately even as he closes the door. I gaze up at him awaiting some kind of explanation.
Master says only ďHey Honey. Come here, let me take a look at you.Ē
I scramble towards him as fast as I can on hands and knees. He chuckles at that, ruffles my hair and checks me over. While he runs his hands over my legs and buttocks, I turn my head and press my cheek against his arm, feeling the reassuring warmth. Heís really here. Iím owned again.
Looking satisfied, Master pulls off his shirt in one assured motion and unbuttons his jeans. I can see his cock is hardening in his underpants and as he tosses those aside, it springs free. Master grabs me up, holding me under his arm, and tosses me roughly on the mattress. He flips me over on my back and without a word, enters me.
He takes me hard and roughly, holding my wrists above my head, panting and grunting his lust. At one point he grabs my legs and forces them up and back until Iím almost bent double. With my knees over his shoulders, thrusting as deeply into me as he ever has, he returns to pinning my arms above my head.
His cockhead touches my cervix with every savage thrust. Master fills me completely, knows me completely, the only man who has ever taken and used my body, used my every hole, the only man who owns me - I suddenly realize as he thrusts deeply into me and bellows with the ferocity of his orgasm, erupting into me with his boiling cum - who owns me body and soul.
Then itís over and he collapses next to me, spent. After a moment he takes hold of my collar and pulls me across to rest my head on his chest. I like the feeling, even the sensation of his cum leaking from my well-used pussy feels right somehow. I turn my face towards him and gaze into his eyes as he runs his fingers through my honey-color hair, knowing my own eyes are full of questions I may never be allowed to ask.
"What are you feeling, Honey?" Master asks me, and I know I must be honest. My emotions are so jumbled, this isnít an easy task.
"Relieved, Master," I tell him after a moment. "You were gone so long and - and I was afraid you werenít coming back and I would die here." I lift my head and look around the cell, then rest it back on his muscled chest. "I was confused. Scared."
"And?" he prompts me.
"And.." I try to blink back the tears before they form. "I missed you, Master. I missed you. Please donít ever leave me again."
Master grins widely down at me. Suddenly I realize. This was what he wanted. This surrender. This was what heíd been waiting to hear. This was why he left me alone, left me frightened and confused, left me as long as I could bear it and then longer still. Left me to grow more and more terrified until at last I would realize I desperately wanted him to come back. He did all that to force this from me, the ultimate surrender to his power over me.
"Yes," says Master softly. "Thatís my good girl, Honey, my clever girl. I knew youíd figure it out. I left you so you would come to know you need me; you need my cock in you; you need me to fuck you, use you and rape you, to give you purpose." His eyes hold me prisoner, burning into mine while his words sear into my mind. "Your life revolves around me, Honey. You see, you really are mine now, my lovely little fucktoy, mine always and forever.
"And I will never leave you again."