“Too far is you trying to run away in the middle of the night like a mad bitch in heat. I figured if you were going to act like I dog, you should be treated my like.” He said this, flipping a remote around in his hand.
“Fuck you!” I shouted again, too angry to fully feel my fear.
“See.” He said, voice dangerous. “That’s what a bitch would say” Then he pressed on the remote and a jolting vibration coursed through my entire body, shaking me to the ground. I must have screamed because he said, pressing the button again, “oooh, babe that was hot, I liked that sound.” This shock was quicker and I was able to feel where it came from. I felt around my neck to a leather strap I hadn’t immediately felt was there. A collar. A shock collar.
I stayed down but cried out uselessly. “Let me out.”
“With pleasure. I was tired of pizza anyway. I’m thinking steaks?”
He unlatched the lock and I had to crawl out on my hands and knees. I was wobbling on my legs as I stood. Feeling like an animal. He pet my hair as if reading my thoughts.
“Good girl. I’d like my steak medium rare.”
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I made him food in the kitchen, what used to me our kitchen, but no longer felt that way. I had a robe on and he played a video game on the couch while I cooked. It almost felt normal. I ate as much as I could while I prepped and worked, not knowing when my next meal would be. He let me sit at the table beside him, though all the while his hand kept close to the remote switch. He finished what was on his plate and yawned.
“Why don’t you go work out on the treadmill while I watch the next game. My team is out but I still have money on a few more players. “
I looked up at him, a mix of anger and confusion on my face, but as he rested his hand on the remote I stood up and took the dishes, hating myself for cleaning them out of habit. I got in my leggings and sports bra and began to slowly walk on the treadmill.
At first it was slow, but as I kept going I began to run out of rage and fear. I allowed myself to just be running and ignoring everything else going on in my life. My body still felt weak from days of not eating but I simply held onto the bars and pressed on.
Just as it was a few days ago, Bauer yelled from the next room.
“Babe, a beer!”
I slowed my run to a trot, but before I could stop completely the shock reverberated through my entire body, piercing my bones. I cried out and stumbled, pressing the emergency stop button and breathing deep, trying to calm my body down. It happened again and I gritted my teeth and surged towards the fridge, bringing the beer to his out stretched hand.
“Take these on your way out” He said, gesturing to the coffee table littered with empty bottles. Quietly I went over and bent to collect them, trying to stay out of the way of his game. As I turned he slapped my ass, almost knocking the bottles from my hands.
“Damn Lila, even after a few days off your ass is firm.” His eyes looked hungry and I chose not to say anything, just left to toss out the bottles and come back for the second round.
This time when I went to pick up the bottles he grabbed my wrist and twisted me to him on the couch. He pulled me in close so I stood there awkwardly while he massaged and squeezed my asscheeks. He took another swig of his beer then stood, towering over me, hands still planted on my ass.
He began kissing at me ear, “You know… this kind of feels a little bit like you’re my sex slave.”
I winced and turned from him but he held me firmly in place.
“Well, I’m not.” I said, trying to make my voice steady, I looked into his eyes. “I’m your wife.”
He pulled me to the other side of the couch so we stood behind it. “I’m starting to think that’s the same thing babe.” The commercial ended and I watched as most of his attention turned to it.
“Well,” I said, pretending to be calm, “better not miss your game.”
He didn’t let me go, just slowly tuned me so I too was facing the TV. My back to him I couldn’t see what he was doing but I felt him pull down his shorts, then I felt his thumbs loop the elastic of my leggings and pull down.
“Bauer, no. please, just watch your game.”
“I think I’ll do both. You can watch too.”
He bent me over, my arms just barley reaching the cushions below and spit into his hand. I felt his wet saliva massaging against my lips and I tried to wriggle away, only for yet another shock to pulse through me. I screamed in pain and another shock exploded through my body. I felt weak and exaghsted by it and shakily remained bent over the couch as he mounted me.
My hips dug into the couch as he began to fuck me, my pussy tingled from the shocks and the sudden friction and I let out a moan. “Shut up bitch. The game is on.” He turned up the volume and continued pumping in and out of me, watching the game and fucking me like nothing more than a pocket pussy. The girth of his dick made the doggy angle painful, I felt like I was being drilled into and would never recover.
Something on the game caused an uproar and he rammed into me faster, roaring “Fuck yeah” and either fucking me or the game. My collar tighter and I gulped for air as he lifted and pulled my head back, holding my collar like the reigns of a horse.
“See that babe. I’m getting everything I need today.” My eyes were too blurred from crying and choking, but I heard the TV announcer yelling touch down and his speed and ferocity had increased. My hips were slammed again, and again into the couch, the top half of my body arched back towards him and his cock slid in and out of me expertly, feeling as if it hit deeper and deeper with each thrust. I began to cry out again and feared him shocking me, but he seemed to think it would shock him as well because he just pulled on my collar tighter and rode harder, saying “shut. the. fuck. up.” with each thrust.
A commercial hit and he turned it down, bending over to hump me with his full attention. He squeezed at my breasts and moaned in my ear before finishing inside me.
“fuuuuuuuck. That was so fucking good baby.” He slipped out of me and let me fall onto the couch, sobbing. He came and sat down next to me, at first cradling me and kissing me, but slapped me across the face when I couldn’t stop crying.
“Fucking get out of here then.”
For a moment I thought he meant to leave, to get out of this house. But when he saw the hopefully confusion in my eyes he got angry, and pulling me by my hair he dragged me up and into the bedroom.
“No!” I cried out, trying to pull back from him.
He opened the cage and drug me inside of it, slamming the door.
“You can just fucking stay in there then, you un-loyal whore.” The lock clicked in place and the door shut. Trapping me inside.
He didn’t let me out that night, or the morning after. He slept in the bed beside me and I slept on the floor in my cage. He force fed me a banana for breakfast, making me deep throat swallow it for his entertainment. Then he was gone for hours on end. The next time I was let out he fucked me on the bed, and then shoved me back in the cage when he was finished. I had stopped begging by that point, the Bauer I had loved had snapped and this monster was in his place.