The Stalker: Visit One – Day Three by Katlyn
Mike visits Sally for the first time , Author’s Note:This Is a home invasion/kidnapp situation. It is not consensual. Just like the first two chapters. Understand this and comment accordingly. I do enjoy comments I am new to writing so any feedback is great. Thank you and enjoy.
Sunday
Chapter Three: Visit One, Day Three
Sunday
Sally woke up having to use the restroom. She turned and was smacked in the face with the reality that she was chained to the monster. She had slept blissfully till now and had been able to forget the events of the last two days, well really only a day and a half. It seemed like it had been a week. She was desperate to relieve herself, but even in her groggy, desperate state she knew if she tried to get out of bed and the monster woke up and he would probably assume she was trying to escape.
Sally took a deep breath and touched the monster’s shoulder trying to wake him up. “Sir?, Sir? Please wake up. Sir!”
“What? What do you want?”
“Sir, I need to go to the bathroom, please Sir?”
“God damn it, girl. What time is it?” Mike sat up and looked at his phone that was by the bed out of Sally’s reach. “Ugh 4am? Seriously? Okay let’s go.” Make sat up and took Sally’s cuffed hand into his, and led her into the bathroom and stood next to her as she sat on the toilet. “You may go.”
Sally was terrified that there would be repercussions for waking him up in the middle of the night. So she went and was going to reach for the toilet paper, but looked at him instead. He was staring at her hard and expecting, and she knew there would be no quarter even at four in the morning. So she, in one more flourish of obvious surrender to her present situation, found her words: “I am finished Sir, will you please clean me off?” She wanted to die inside.
Mike’s expression never changed as he reached for the cup, filled it with water, and pushed her forward to run water down her backside and then pushed her back and did the same in the front, but inside he was pleased. What a good toy he had, and he was pretty sure this would work in the long run. When she was clean Mike spoke. “Face the wall position three.”
Sally was sure he was going to punish her in some way, but he lifted the toilet seat and relieved himself. When he was finished he spoke. “Up on your feet, Bitch, back to bed.”
Relief flooded Sally and as “Yes, Sir, Thank you for not getting angry. I really needed to go.”
“Why would I get angry? You did the right thing, you told me what your need was and let me take care of it, you behaved very well. If you had gotten out of bed without permission and without waking me, THEN you would be in trouble. Understand?”
Mike was holding the cover up and Sally was climbing into bed. “Yes Sir. I understand.”
“Good, let’s go back to sleep.” Mike wrapped his arms around his bitch and went to sleep. Sally took a little bit longer finding rest. She wondered how long he would stay. She was supposed to go to work Monday, He couldn’t stay forever right? She could go to the cops on Monday. Or maybe he was going to kill her. It was the first time that thought had entered her mind and she shuddered. Finally a fitful sleep found her.
She woke up when Mike touched her and told her to wake up. She stretched her legs and arms while laying on her back then Mike grabbed her head and pushed her down to his cock. “Suck on it for me, Bitch.”
This was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted breakfast, her normal life back, to read a book curled up on the couch or watch TV, or go to the movies, the things she usually did on her weekends, albeit by herself, but she enjoyed the solitude. The one thing she knew for sure was that she did not want another day with. . . It.
But there it was and her mouth opened as Mike pushed her all the way down with her hair tied up in his fingers. He pushed her opened mouth all the way down his hard and ready cock. He held her there, feeling her gag, then let her up for a quick breath of air before he did it again.
When he pulled her up the second time he pulled her head in front of him so her eyes were level with his face. “I did not want you to forget your place after a good night’s sleep. You are still mine and will do what I say when I say or there will be pain. Do you understand?
“Yes.” Sally’s eyes were wet from being held down on his dick and she was focused on catching her breath when he got mad.
“You fucking little ingrate! Let me encourage you to behave.” He pushed her head back hurting her hair. “Open! Open your fuckhole that is in the middle of your face, now!” Sally did wide eyed and scared as Mike once again pushed her all the way down on his cock and held her there just a few seconds longer. She struggled, but he had her under control. He brought her back up to catch her breath.
“Now lets try this again. Do you understand that you belong to me and you will do what I say when I say it?”
“Yes, Sir!” “Sir!, Yes Sir.” Sally was talking fast as she realized she had forgotten to say sir and that was what had enraged the monster.
Mike calmed down. “Good girl, good. Now get down there and suck some more, I will tell you when to stop.”
Sally was relieved she was going to be able to do it without ‘encouragement’, if that’s what he wanted to call it. She sucked. She remembered that when she swallowed he liked it so she did that, she went down to the base, she did not hold her position as long as he had made her, but tried to hold it there a bit as he seemed to like it. All her efforts were rewarded by his sounds of pleasure. She was relieved; if he was not pleased she was going to have a rough morning.
Suddenly Mike grabbed the hair on the back of Sally’s head and pulled her off his cock. Sally was confused, but did not say anything, understanding coming through like a beam of sun when he said: “Position One, on the bed, bitch.
She did not dare hesitate, but she was unhappy. She had thought if she pleased him with a blow job that would be enough, but she knew she could not voice any discontent. So Sally laid there, her head on its side on the mattress, ass in the air, dreading what was inevitable. She heard Mike reach for the lube in the drawer, but instead he just inserted a finger, dry, “OW! Sir that hurts!, Please Sir. Don’t do this.”
“Ah sweetie you know better, I have needs and you are here to fulfill them, okay, now what do you want me to do so it does not hurt so much?”
“Umm, Sir, I am not sure.”
“Come on you are not dumb think. . . what makes it go in easier?”
“Lube, Sir! Please Sir,” Sally started to cry as the reality of what she was saying sounded in her ears.
“Please Sir, will you use lube on my ass?” Her shoulder collapsed on the bed, but she kept her ass up.
“Well now that was not so hard was it? You will have to ask me every morning before I fuck your ass or you will get fucked without lube, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Repeat it back to me.”
“Sir I must ask for lube every morning before you fuck my ass or I will get fucked without lube.”