“You were going to fucking leave me?”
I shook my head, unable to explain.
“Fuck Lila, I give you everything, I put up with your school bullshit, your lame ass family, you constantly going out with your friends, and you can’t even put out for a night without deciding to ditch?”
My words in my mouth dried up under my fear and his anger. His breathing was heavy, veins and muscles bulging, and he looked more like an angry bull than a man in that moment. I decided to fuck my spare clothes and darted towards the open door. But he was faster, grabbing me by my hair and tossing me to the ground. Air left me as his foot connected with my stomach and I doubled over in pain. The door slammed and by the time I was able to lift myself up I ran to it, only for the door to not budge an inch, the doorknob twirling on the handle uselessly. I was trapped.
I begged at the door all day. I had long given up the search for my phone and realized he must have taken it, so I simply sobbed and pleaded his name. It was dusk by the time I heard the door jiggle and creak open. He stood, taking up the frame, features I once found handsome taking on a new nightmarish tone. I got up from the floor where I had been laying. I tried to sound sweet, and somewhat calm.
“Bauer. There you are. Please, babe, let me go. I won’t leave you, that was dumb, it was a mistake. I’ll stay. Just let me out.” I was literally begging on my knees.
He looked down at me but his eyes were cold. He didn’t respond.
I decided to go for a more subtle tactic. I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday and I could feel my stomach gnawing on itself, I pleaded for relief instead.
“At least get me some food? I need to eat. I’ll starve in here. I could make us something?”
He lifted and held my chin, caressing my jawline with his thumb.
“How about this. You suck me off and I’ll feed you.”
“Jesus Bauer…” I started to turn away from him, unable to believe he was being this way. But he held my jaw firmly, keeping my eye contact.
“Starve then” He tossed me head away and began to back away towards the door. My stomach ached with pain, realizing it wasn’t getting food.
“Fine!” I cried out. “I’ll do it.”
He turned back, unzipping his pants. I had given Bauer plenty of blowjobs over the years, but this felt different. I felt low, and dirty, and my eyes leaked hot tears. His dick jutted out, as hard and angry as he was. It was massive, and I felt all the smaller in the moment. I opened my mouth and he immediately popped his length inside, smoothing it against my tongue, and making me savor his salty flesh. I felt saliva build in my mouth as I sucked and licked, and pulled back for air, but his hand pulled at my hair and jammed his cock farther into my mouth. I coughed and gasped but he kept it deep in my throat, using the back of my head to force it even deeper. The smacking of his lubricated cock hitting the back of my throat, me gasps and his deep guttural moans were the only noise in our small house as I sucked his cock in order to feed myself.
I could feel the oncoming flood of semen before it hit, and I reflexively tried to shove against his legs to pull myself free, but he held firm. Hot thick liquid burst and filled my mouth and I was forced to swallow it in order to breath. I went on all fours to coughing and sputtering and when I looked up he was zipping his fly and moving towards the door.
“Wait!” I cried out “You said you would feed me!” He turned away, and as the door slammed and locked he replied,
“I just did.”
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It was hard to tell how much time passed. I drank water from the on-suite bathroom facet to keep hydrated, and bathed often to make myself feel human. But I felt gaunt and week, and my head hurt from hunger. He came into the bedroom well into the night, possibly early morning and appeared drunk.
“Your bitch friend called.” He said as he came in. “I texted her for you and said we were working shit out.” I didn’t respond. I was too tired and hungry. I lay on the bed with my back to him and flinched as he curled his arms around me, embracing me like a lover and not his captive. Kissing my back and shoulders he removed the nightgown I had put on myself and squeezed my breasts as if trying to pop them.
“Mmm” He moaned. “You smell you Lila.” I didn’t respond but whimpered as I felt his cock between my legs. The head of it probing for entrance. I wanted to fight, but felt to faint to even attempt it. Instead I braced myself as he opened my lips and forced himself into my not yet wet pussy. It felt like I was being branded as he violently jerked into my hole, bursts of pain coursing through my entire body. Finally with enough momentum he began a steady rhythm, dragging my hips closer so he could go deeper.
With no help from me, he made himself comfortably fucking my body. I stared at the wall, trying to ignore not only the searing pain of his cock, but the emptiness it brought to my stomach. I felt like I was dying.
Om our sides we could only move so fast, and he eventually grabbed hold of my neck, choking me and pulling up on my limp form before dragging back down on my lips for greater friction. Once more the room was filled my my gasps and his moans and eventually I grew dizzy and disoriented from the lack of food and oxygen. He continued to use me as I faded in and out of consciousness.
At some point he stopped. Releasing himself into me before then releasing his hold on me. I lay there, bruised and ruined, unable to move. It was another hour with his soft snores that his flaccid meat slipped from my gapping wet hole and he rolled over. It took time but I gained the courage to move towards the door. I would run naked and escape into the street if I had to. He couldn’t have locked the door because he was in the room. This was my only chance. I drug myself to the door and opened it. It started to creak and I paused, holding my breath. No change in his snores. Gathering what was left of my strength, of me, I swiftly got through the door and onto my feet. Racing towards the front door. I knocked a chair over in my haste, but it didn’t matter now. I had made it to the front door and pulled— it didn’t move. A padlock hung from the top lock.
“No! No—“
I felt my head pull back before it was slammed into the front door and I lost consciousness.
My eyes blurred open and I automatically began to rise. Two things prevented me. First was my head which was still throbbing. Second was cold metal that hid my throbbing head. I looked up and around, trying to orient myself. I was surrounded by black bars, a faux fur rug beneath me. I couldn’t fully sit up but had to crouch in order to understand my situation. I was in a cage, or small kennel meant for dogs. A similar padlock resting on the opening.
I could see daylight streaming from the window above my enclosure and I called out.
“Bauer! Bauer!” I cries sounding more and more terrified as I took in my small cage.
Bauer came into the room, the door open.
“Hey babe. What’s up?”
“Fuck you! Let me out of here! This is too far!”