“Good girl. I want to feel you wet on my cock.” He unzipped the bag and I watched in fascination as he pulled out a metal bar with thick leather cuffs on each side. He secured them to my ankles. I should’ve pulled back, but for some reason, I couldn’t.

Next, he pulled something out of the bag that looked like an over-sized microphone. I watched Enrico, with his fancy suit and devilish eyes, smile like he couldn't wait for what he was about to do. He flicked a switch on and the black top started to hum. It was loud, the hum echoed around the room, sounding like a pulse. Then, it was being pressed to my core and my insides were coming to life. My pussy throbbed with sensation and it wasn't long before I was moaning into the pleasure.

“Oh, yes!” I cried out. But maybe it wasn't a cry, but a plea? I wanted more. More of this pleasure that felt too great to handle. I wanted more of whatever he gave me that made me enjoy this, and I wanted to come. Another moment later, his lips were at my throat. It was the first time I’d felt them on me. Against everything in my head that said it was wrong, my body opened up to him, giving in to what was happening.

His tongue lapped my skin, and the wet trail he left made me break out in tiny goosebumps. I could feel those, like I could feel the walls inside of me tighten as I let out a strangled scream. It was too much. Too good.

Before I knew what was happening, he had me flipped over the cot and he was driving inside of me. I could feel everything. The way the blanket roughly scratched against my face. The cool cement floor against my knees. His cologne filled the room and his white dress shirt pressed against my back. Each sensation was like a tickle to my senses.

His finger pressed at my asshole and my body betrayed me, rearing back into it. He slid his dick out and whispered. “Knew you’d be sweet, all wet for me.”

And then he moved his finger away, pressed the large vibrator to my clit and slowly slid his dick into my ass. I was on fire. My knees trembled and sweat trickled into my eyes. Another orgasm tore through me and as my head was thrown back, the room spun. Traces of colors, followed my line of sight. The dull room was a prism of light and I was so caught up in it, I barely registered Enrico sliding out of me or the light trickle of wetness following after him as he left me behind. I didn’t even really notice when my cuffs were undone and I was left on the cot. My eyes danced in delight at the pretty rainbows and I had no idea that when the fog cleared, I would hate Enrico even more for what he’d just done.

I awoke with one thought in mind, water. My throat was so parched all I wanted to do was drink. I moved to the shower, turned it on and stuck my head under the spray drinking as much as I could. My nightgown began to get wet. I suppose I had forgotten that I even had clothes on. And then, I remembered last night. Oh, God. I came. I didn’t fight. I enjoyed it. Guilt coursed through my veins and I immediately bent forward and threw up all of the water I just drank.

I threw up over and over again. My body shook under the cold spray. How could I get off with him? That was the most vile thing to ever happen to me and I liked it. At that moment, I hated myself. I also hated Enrico even more. Feeding me drugs that made me enjoy sex with him was his own power play.

He took my orgasm and my ability to consent. I felt dirty and no amount of cold water could wash away my filth.

Chapter Fourteen Charlie

“Eat,” one of Enrico’s men ordered. My peanut butter sandwich sat there from the day before. I ached from hunger pains, but I was so disgusted with myself that I couldn't stand to stomach anything. I stared at the wall and prayed the man would go away.

“I said, eat.” I heard him shuffle behind me, then my hair was being yanked, and the sandwich was being shoved into my mouth. He stuffed the entire thing in gagging me. The thick, white bread mashed into a ball and blocked my throat. I tried to suck in air, but my airway was clogged. I coughed and gagged. The juice was poured over my mouth and I felt like I was drowning.

My hair was let go and I backed to the side coughing and choking. The man in a black military uniform laughed, then said, “Next time you eat, you filthy pig.”

The door closed behind him. The sound of his boots echoed down the hall as he walked away. Tears stung my eyes and I coughed and coughed trying to clear the rest of the food from my throat. I moved to the shower and again ran the water over my face, swallowing as much as I could. My hand was braced against the wall, when I heard the door open again. I turned to glare at the goon who just left, but was met with Enrico’s stare. It was the first time I’d seen him since he’d drugged me. My eyes immediately shot downward. I didn't want to look at him.

“Heard you like to choke on things.” He prowled towards me. I wanted to strike out at him. I wanted to spit in his face and tell him how much I hated him. I didn't do that though. How could I? He’d already proven to me how much power he had over me.

“Look at me,” he ordered and I did as he demanded. “If I send you food, you eat it.” I gulped as the water continued to pour over me. Trickles of water moved into my eyes and I blinked staring at the monster. He took off his coat and set it on the cot ,then rolled up his sleeves. He prowled closer to me. I wanted to flinch, but I wasn't sure what the consequence would be. His hand shot out and turned off the water. I was all too aware of the wet nightgown clinging to my skin.

Enrico didn't miss it either as his eyes moved down my body. “Choke on this.” He unzipped his black slacks and pulled out his hard dick. Oh, how I wanted to bite him, but I didn't. I did like he said and I dropped to my knees. My throat burned and all I thought about the entire time was that someday I would figure out a way out of this. I would close down and do as he said, but one day I would be free. I had to for Gun. So, as he finished, that was my thought. I held onto Gun.

***

As weeks passed, I knew all I was to him was a plaything. I’d been in the dungeon, as I referred to it, for God knew how long. Enrico was sometimes gone for days, and then he would return, and I would do as he said. I didn’t fight him. If he said I needed to be on my knees, I was. If he wanted my ass, I gave it to him. I could be quiet and compliant. It wasn't just that it was easier than fighting him, but somehow I had convinced myself that if I went along with it, it would be easier. It wasn’t. At night, I’d still cry, and each time after he left me, I felt less like a person and more like a receptacle. Sometimes, he would hurt me just to hurt me, but for the most part, he took what he wanted and left. I went back to wishing I was invisible and often, when the guards would come in, I thought I was. They didn't really look at me, and for that I was grateful. It was bad enough being raped by one man. At least the monster didn't share.