I ignored his words, ignored the whole world around us.

The only thing I was aware of anymore was the toy pressing inside my ass and how dirty it felt. I felt my ass clutching it, pulling it deeper inside despite my efforts not to let my heels sink. My ass wanted this, my body begged for it. I was desperate to just let go and let it happen, yet too scared to let my legs give out, and too frozen to let my mind off the hook. I kept holding, listening to him jerking off, his groans almost as desperate as my own. I cried out, a soft little whisper as I felt my ass grip the toy.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ellis muttered. “Just do it, Harlow.”

He’d said my name, my fucking name. My eyes flew to him and I watched his own desperate gaze mirroring my own. I hadn’t heard my name in so long. I longed to hear it again, to have him whisper it, beg me using that name, beg me like I was a human, not an expensive toy he’d bought to play with however cruelly he wanted to.

“Say it again,” I begged him breathlessly, and his eyes turned furious.

For a second, I was sure he was going to hit me again, but he didn’t seem to want that. In fact, I witnessed something twist inside him at that moment, his eyes softening as he kept looking at me. I realized I’d wrapped him around my little finger, as simple as that, by doing something I actually fucking enjoyed. Now I would have to take advantage of him, use him any way I possibly could to get the fuck out of there.

“Harlow,” he whispered, and I moaned, throwing my head back and slowly letting the toy slip deeper.

It felt like being filled to the brim and then some more. Like I was about to pass out from the sheer feeling of it, my eyes fluttering closed every half a second, unable to stay open.

“Fuck, look at me,” he told me. “Look at me, Harlow, I want your eyes on mine when it happens.”

He grabbed my throat and I fought my restraints shamefully because I wanted to hold him and have him comfort me, not run away.

“Look. At. Me.”

His voice was nothing but a growl, and I let my eyes go to his, begging him for God knows what. Mercy, or maybe a helping hand.

“Come on,” he whispered. “Almost there, baby.”

Baby… Baby… Like he cared about me, like he gave a shit.

My heels dropped to the ground and I let out gasp after gasp as my ass sank on the toy. It was so deep, so impossibly deep, and it hurt. My bottom lip quivered, and I sobbed against him, suddenly overwhelmed, needing him so badly my legs shook, rattling the chair on the floor.

“Please,” I begged him, tears flowing down my face, my mouth hanging open uselessly. “Please hold me!”

He grabbed me, pulling me closer and kissing my face, my skin, my lips, my eyelids. It felt insane. Like we were both fucking mad. Me, crying openly for him, and Ellis grabbing onto me like I was his lifeline.

I’d never sobbed like that, helplessly and with genuine fear in every tear. But he held me through it all.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, so softly I could have imagined it.

And then he was off his feet, his hand shaking as he unzipped the trousers, holding my head up with his other hand.

“Open up,” he said urgently. “Come on, open your mouth, little one.”

Gone were my name and the term of endearment I preferred. Now there was nothing left but desperation and the need to use me like a whore. And I responded to it desperately, because it was exactly what I needed, an endless flaming fire of shame burning in the pit of my stomach.

I stuck my tongue out and looked up at him, the toy buried inside me. My body had known what to do, what Ellis wanted, and I was desperate to give it to him.

He pulled his trousers down, and then his boxers, and my eyes watered as I waited. His cock was above me then, thick and impossibly long, with veins bulging all over.

“Wider,” he barked, and I stretched my mouth as wide open as it would go, and then some more until I felt like my lips would split open.

He was jerking his cock and my arms twitched against the rope because I wanted to do it myself. For a second, I was sure he would untie me, but he changed his mind and kept going. My eyes watched and I felt mesmerized as he groaned, suddenly so fucking helpless, and he splattered his load all over me.

I twitched when the first spurt landed on my tongue, but there was nowhere to go, and then he was holding my head in place with his free hand, the other one feeding me his cum, his tip hot and pulsating against my tongue. I retched, but he wouldn’t let go. He wiped his cock on my tongue and fed me, his fingers working, wiping himself all over my lips, urging me to lick it up. Brokenly, I succumbed to his demands. I ate his cum like a whore and felt every bit the broken plaything he wanted to turn me into.

He didn’t stop until I’d licked it all up, and then he zipped up and leaned down next to me, leaving a fleeting kiss against my cheek, and tapping my ass with his hand.

“You’ve been a good girl,” he said, not unkindly. “I’ll be back in the morning.”

“What?” I cried out, my eyes widening. “No, don’t, please… I was so good…”

“Shh,” he said gently, picking up my panties from the floor. “It’s okay, little one. It’ll be over soon.”

He stuffed the panties into my mouth and muffled my scream, filling my mouth with my own taste. I could only watch as he removed his tie and wrapped it around my head, through my teeth, holding my gag in place.

He tightened the ropes around my legs and walked away, carefree and easy. He turned around when he’d almost reached the door, and he smiled at me gently over his shoulder.

“Oh,” he muttered. “How could I have forgotten?”

He approached me again and kneeled next to me. His hands went to my ass and I whimpered in relief when he touched the dildo. I forced my legs up again, giving him easy access.

“Good girl,” he said softly and clicked the toy on to the lowest setting. “There you go, little one. Enjoy.”

He moved back and I stared at him in absolute horror, my cries muffled. He smiled and walked away, turning the light off before he left and throwing me into complete, utter darkness.

And in it, there was nothing but the feeling of pure pleasure, and the most frightening, intense pain.

* * *

It was impossible to sleep. My eyes wouldn’t stay closed for longer than a few minutes at a time. Pleasure kept waking me up, making me shake with the unbearable warmth spreading through my body. It felt like I was working up to something, my body slowly building and building some more to a pleasure I couldn’t even imagine. Yet it didn’t happen. Either my body was too weak, or the vibrations weren’t strong enough. I was left captured in a world between the two extremes – pain and pleasure, left hanging by nothing but a thread, unable to reach either extreme.

My body shook, and my limbs trembled as the toy kept working me. I kept spasming, crying out and sobbing softly around the panties in my mouth. I tried lifting myself on my toes, high enough to push the thing out of me, but he’d tightened the ropes tying my legs to the chair and I couldn’t get high enough. I could only push it hallway out, and there was no option but to let it sink back in again. Halfway through the night, I realized I would have to pee soon, and embarrassment made me scream against the wet lacy fabric. I wouldn’t humiliate myself like this, I wouldn’t pee in that spot. I would keep it in until he let me go.

Hatred burned through my veins faster than adrenaline, urging me to concoct plans of Ellis’s demise. I hated him so much and blamed him and him alone for placing me in the horrible mansion.

Sleep kept evading me, and I shook through the night, only a touch of my finger away from something I didn’t yet understand – an orgasm that would rock me to my very core. Yet he’d purposefully made me choose the lesser of two evils, keeping my virginity intact and sacred for the time being while making me pick the option that was much more torturous than the alternative. He was working against me. Despite his use of my name, his occasional kindness, Ellis was an evil man, and I hated him.

The urge to pee was overwhelming, and I spent the last few hours alternating between screaming and sobbing against the lace panties.

When the door flew open, I was cramping up, my voice gone, and all my spirits buried.

“Hello, little one,” his voice greeted me, and my body shook with anger. “It’s been four hours. I’m going to go easy on you, because you’re new.”

I was in so much pain I barely heard him speak. My ass was burning, the toy relentlessly vibrating inside me, stretching me so impossibly wide I wanted to scream, but the gag in my mouth wouldn’t let a single moan leave my lips.

He removed his tie and took the panties out first, and I inhaled hungrily, nearly choking on oxygen. He lowered himself to his knees and brought out a knife, the steel glinting in the darkness, the only light coming from the door that he’d left ajar. I eyed it with a mix of hope and fear, thinking maybe I could run past him fast enough. But I didn’t keep my eyes on it for too long, so he wouldn’t suspect me of any foul thoughts.

He cut through the ropes around my legs, and then around my wrists, and made me lean on him as he reached behind me, touching the toy.

“Oh, little one,” he muttered against my shoulder. “You must be so fucking sore. I wish I could fuck that bruised little asshole right now. My cum would make it feel so much better.”

I gasped against his skin as he toyed with the vibrator, turning the setting off and pushing it deeper into me. I wanted to kiss and bite him at the same time, anger leaking through my pores.

“Like it?” he asked gently, grabbing the end of the toy and twisting it inside me.

I grabbed onto him and whimpered, and then without warning, he pulled the vibrator out of me.

I felt impossibly lightheaded as he tossed it to the ground, my whole body sagging against him. My legs shook uncontrollably, drumming against the floor as he held me up. My body convulsed, and I cried out for him while he held on tight, his hands massaging my bare ass.

“It’s okay,” he promised. “You’ll be just fine, I promise you, it’ll pass, you’re going to be okay.”

“You don’t e-even know,” I stuttered, and he chuckled softly, spanking my ass a single time.

“Oh, I know,” he promised me. “Not my first time, little one, just yours.”

I hated him in that moment, hated him because of the jealousy that threatened to override my whole system, and hated myself even more, knowing that I could feel jealousy for this monster.

He rested me back into the chair before turning to clean the toy. For a second, his back was to me, and I saw my chance to escape.

I got up and made a dash for the door.

But before I could take a second step, my body collapsed and I landed in a heap on the floor.

Ellis didn’t even turn his head towards me.

“You may feel a little paralyzed,” he told me simply. “You’ve been uncomfortable all night. Best to let your body adjust.”

He put the toy back in the chest and then approached my wheezing body without mentioning my failed attempt to escape. Part of me wondered whether he was trying to protect me from further punishment, while another part thought he’d left the door open on purpose, taunting me with an impossible escape. Either way, I despised him more than ever.

He picked me up off the floor as if I weighed nothing. He gathered my sweaty, cold body in his hands and I clung to him, because there was nothing else to hold on to.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said gently, and I whimpered against him, nodding softly. “Come on, little one, things will feel better after a nice hot shower.”

“Thank you,” I whispered against his skin, and he smoothed my hair down like I was a little girl.

“You’re welcome,” he said back. “If you’re good, I’ll even let you clean me with your pretty pouty mouth.”

Welcome back, Ellis, I thought bitterly.