Possession 1982

He holds me tenderly, like a lover. His hands brush my hair to one side gently and he nuzzles my neck, lips skirting the edge of my ear, and whispers, 'Pretty, little girl. My perfect doll... you've realised no ones ever going to love you like I do, haven't you? No one will ever make you feel as good as I do...'

He had broken me. After being held captive for so long, after multiple escape attempts, the punishments from which I was still recovering from, I had finally given up and resigned myself to my prison. I had completely given up and he knew it. A part of me wishes he was less nice, less delusional, less gentle, so that I could keep seeing him as the enemy. But my mind was betraying me. A little voice would say that things could be a lot worse and at least I'm still alive. Sometimes I debated on giving him what he wanted so that maybe he would get bored and move on or something but I wasn't entirely convinced that might happen.

One arm snakes around my waist and holds me closer to him as the other caresses my hand. I can't help a few tears from running down my cheeks and he tuts when he sees them. He softly brushes my tears away and continues, 'oh baby, I'll look after you. Don't worry, I'll treat you so well if you're good. Come here...'

He brings a hand up to my chin and coaxes me to face him and his lips approach mine. He strokes my cheek and kisses me so softly and it makes me cry a little more. He kisses me again and his arm around my waist tightens slightly. I hate that he's a good kisser.

He pulls back to continue tracing kisses down my neck and I whimper, partly because he has figured out exactly what I like and partly because I hate myself for the desperate pleasure that is gripping my body again. The pleasure that I am too exhausted to fight. His hands come up to direct attention to my breasts and immediately start to rub my nipples. I don't want this pleasure but I'm too broken to resist. I'm still crying but he forces a hopeless moan out of me when he pinches my tits and bites my neck.

'I never get tired of hearing that, baby. Even after so many times.'

He makes me squirm with his words as I remember the first time. And then he's spreading my legs, gently but firmly. He slides his hands towards my pussy so slowly, 'it's better like this, it's better that you don't fight'. He runs his fingers lightly over my lips and I fail to suppress my full body shudder which makes him hum in satisfaction.

'I know you've been confused, but this is for your own good. I love you and I know you love me too.'

He continues to tease me, fingers either side of my slit, keeping me needy and unsatisfied. When he dips a finger into my wet folds my hips roll into his touch and I'm so ashamed but it gets me wetter. 'You're always so wet for me, such a good girl'. And even though I hate myself for it, hearing him tell me I'm a good girl makes my pussy clench. His fingers toy with my clit and his other hand keeps my legs parted determinedly as I wriggle under his touch. I don't bother trying to stifle my moans now, I know there's no use and his obsession will always win over my dignity. He knows my body so well now and he rubs my clit exactly how I like and brings me close but diffuses my arousal by switching to teasing my little hole. He runs through the cycle numerous times and I'm approaching whorish desperation. My head rolls back onto his shoulder and he whispers into my ear 'you know what I want to hear, pretty baby'.

I do. After so many 'no's' and 'stop's' and forced orgasms, he wanted me to finally ask for my pleasure. To be complicit in this. I considered summoning my last vestiges of strength to resist but after being edged once again I knew that wasn't an option. I could feel his elation that he would be getting the doll he had envisioned me to be for him. He releases my thigh from his other hand to grip my throat and my breath hitches. He's not choking me yet but he knows what the pressure of his hand on my throat does and I whine.

'Just say it baby...'

His grip tightens just slightly on my throat and his fingers on my clit are starting to make me shake.

'...please...'

He rubs me faster and I whine again.

'Please what?'

'Please make me come!'

He starts to choke me as he continues to play with my cunt and I can hear the arousal in his voice as he calls me his good girl.

'Oh baby, there's my good girl. My good sweet, obedient girl. I'll make you come, my lovely doll. Doesn't it feel so nice to be good. Come for me sweetheart.'

I thrash in his arms as I come, simultaneously still uselessly trying to escape but also holding onto him and the pleasure he gives me. I feel so defeated but I wasn't sure if that competed with the orgasm I just had.

His breathing is heavy in my ear as I come down, as if he had just climaxed too. He rearranges me on my back on the bed and I know what's coming. My pussy feels so empty but I'm terrified of what more of this pleasure will do to me. I look to him as he undresses and I hate that he's not some weird freak, but actually reasonably attractive. I hate that this was not the first time I thought that.

He approaches me again and he's so hard. I turn away from his gaze in embarrassment.

'There's no reason to be shy my sweet girl.'

My cunt clenches at that. He's on me in an instant and I panic as he mounts me. He sees my fear and he holds my face and kisses me gently. He knows this time will be different. I feel his cock nudging at my slick entrance and my hips respond on their own, meeting him, trying to urge him inside me.

'That's it baby, I know you need this cock.'

And for the first time he was right. I needed his pleasure because there was nothing else. He groans into my neck as his head nestles into my cunt and I hold my breath at the initial thrust. Once his cock entirely fills me, a soft whimper escapes me. The fullness was turning me into a puddle and he purposely stays there a moment, filling me completely. I wrap my arms around him and submit to the heightened sense of erotic pleasure that danger, shame and guilt instilled into the friction of his cock.

'Tell me you love me again.'

His breath hitches and I think his cock twitches inside me.

'Oh baby, you know I do. I love you my good girl. You're being such a sweet doll. I love you baby, I love you so much.' He kisses me all over, his repeated promises of love and affection murmured against my skin while his thick cock fucks me slowly. I can feel my cunt pulsing as the whirlwind of pleasure builds and my hands roam his body, grasping and clutching at his back trying to urge him to fuck me harder. I huff and whine as he maintains his steady pace and he groans into my ear at my impatiently bucking hips.

'Tell me what you need sweetheart.'

When his thumb meets my wet clit as he continues to slowly fuck me something snaps.

'Please...I...I want more. Faster, please!'

He starts to gain pace to my delight but it only serves to drive me even crazier. And it seems to drive him crazier too.

'Oh baby, my sweet girl has such a sweet cunt. You're being such a good girl. My good girl. I knew you'd understand eventually. I had to have you!'

'Yes, I'm yours' I moan breathlessly as he thrusts into me, touching all the parts inside of me that he's claimed before but this time, it was very different. His entire length is pumping in and out of my needy pussy as I surrender to my captor completely.

'Your pussy is too good. Fuck! I'm going to come soon. Are you ready to be filled right up darling?'

I hold him tighter and whimper into his neck. The idea of him coming inside of me was almost too much and I clenched at the thought.

'Oh my dirty girl. I can tell you want it. Now just say it. Let me hear you say it baby.'

I can feel my face burning from embarrassment, despite the anguish, despite the pleasure, despite the orgasm, I'm still shy to admit it but my lustful appetite takes over. I bury my face into him but I know he can still hear me.

'Give it to me. Come inside me. I want you to fill me up.'

He forces me face to him and looks into my eyes.

'Good girl. My good girl. All mine. I'll give you everything you want, starting with my come baby.'

And then he's fucking me even deeper and harder, biting at my neck and shoulder while he makes me squeal.

'Come with me. Fuck, I'm going to come, come with me. This sweet little cunt is too good. I'm going to fuck you full of my come baby, come with me.'

I squeeze my eyes shut as the orgasm rips through my senses and for a moment nothing else exists except the pleasure rushing through me. As I slowly come down from my climax he adjusts himself and holds me, kissing and stroking me all over.

'I knew you would come to see things my way.'