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Your eyes slowly flutter open, the dull ache behind your eyes making you groan. Your blurred vision and general grogginess makes you wonder what you drank last night, but then you remember that you didn’t drink last night.
The previous night, you had decided to stay at home for a quiet night in; work had been extra stressful recently and you hadn’t felt like going out. You’d dressed yourself in your pyjamas relatively early, and settled down to watch a film on the sofa. But for some reason, you feel horribly hungover, though thankfully minus the nausea. Groaning once more, you try to bring your hand up to rub your eyes.
That’s strange. You can’t move your arm.
You look down at your hand, and try moving it again. Even with all of your effort, the only movement you can manage is the tiniest wiggle of your fingers. You try your other hand, then both of your legs, but the result is much the same. Your chest fills with dread, and you think that it can’t get any worse, until you take notice of your surroundings.
You don’t recognise them whatsoever.
From what you can tell, the room you’re in seems to be a basement. There’s no windows – the room only lit by a single dim lightbulb in the middle of the room – and the walls are built with grey bricks. You suspect that the floor is concrete, though you can’t move to confirm your suspicions. The last, most terrifying factor that you notice is that you’re lying on a bed, atop a soft duvet. You’re lying immobile in the basement of who knows who, with no means of escape – it’s like something out of a nightmare.
Out of instinct, you call out for help, with as loud a voice as you can muster. Why you decided to do this, you’re not sure. From what you can tell, there’s no one around to hear you, and if there were anyone, they probably wouldn’t be the kind of person to help you. They’re probably the person who put you into this situation in the first place.
So instead, you cease your shouting, and lay there still on the bed – not that you have much of a choice – tears welling in your eyes as you contemplate your current predicament, your mind preoccupied with what horrible thing might happen next. With each dreadful thought, your tears come faster, and soon you’re sobbing, unable to wipe the wetness from your cheeks. Your sobs have become so loud, that you don’t notice the figure walking down the stairs into the basement with you until they speak.
“Don’t cry, pet,” the voice says, with a sympathetic tone. You can barely concentrate enough to recognise that it’s a voice you already know. It’s not until the figure gets onto the bed with you, kneeling above you and wiping the tears off your face with a soft tissue. Your eyes shoot open wide, and you stare up into the face of your captor. Even with eyes brimming with tears, you would recognise that face anywhere.
“A-Ariel…?” you sputter, as Ariel looks down at you with a soft smile. He discards the tissue somewhere you can’t see, and a hand comes to gently stroke your cheek. “Ariel, what’s going on?”
“Everything’s alright, pet. I’ve got you,” he says, as if that’s supposed to bring you any kind of comfort. “You don’t need to worry about anything anymore.”
Though his words and the tone his using seem as if they would be calming, the look behind Ariel’s eyes and the fact that he’s, well, got you trapped in his basement, suggest something a lot more sinister. You’d trusted Ariel, let him into your flat, had him fix your computer when it was glitching out and you’d hadn’t had the money to take it into the shop. You’d seen enough crime shows, you should have known better than to trust random guys who seemed too good to be true. But he was cute and you had a crush on him, it had blinded you to any red flags that may have been there.
“Please… please don’t kill me…” you practically beg, feeling your chest begin to hurt from how much you’ve been crying. Ariel’s expressions shifts, and now he looks offended, like you’re in the wrong here. “I’ll do anything, just… please…”
Ariel’s hand reaches out to stroke your cheek again, and you try to pull away from his touch, but of course you still cannot move. You close your eyes tightly as you feel his thumb brush against your skin. “I’m not going to kill you, princess. What do you take me for?” he gazes at you earnestly, though you don’t see it. “Why would I hurt you? I love you. I brought you here so that we can be together.”
“What…?” you ask flatly, your heart feeling like it’s stopped beating for a split second.
“We’re going to be together. Forever.” Ariel leans down slightly, giving you a brief peck on the lips. You’d always imagined what it would be like to kiss Ariel, but in your fantasies it hadn’t been like this. You always saw it as happening after a nice romantic date, after he walked you back to your place. This couldn’t be further from how you wanted it.
Ariel goes in for a second kiss, much more passionate and forceful this time. His hand firmly grasps your chin, keeping your head still, but you murmur repeated protests against his lips. After a few moments of you not complying, Ariel pulls back, keeping his hand on your chin.
“There’s no need to pretend, I know that you want this. I know that you think of me when you touch yourself.” You don’t have any words left to question him, simply looking at him with terrified, inquiring eyes, wondering how he could possibly know something like that. Thankfully, Ariel seems to understand what you’re asking. “You should have covered up your webcam. Anyone could have been watching you finger that pretty little cunt, but lucky for you, I put measures in place to keep any perverts out. But in return for keeping you safe, I thought it was only fair that I get to watch. Really, you should be thanking me.”
Your cheeks burn with shame, with the knowledge that every time you’d been touching yourself, thinking that you were completely alone, Ariel had been there watching. Did he record your little sessions? Did he have a whole folder on his harddrive dedicated to you touching yourself? You can’t think on the subject for much longer, because it’s only a few moments before Ariel continues talking.
“It was good enough to just hear your moans, watch you fuck yourself… but the first time I heard you say my name? God… I’ve never come so fast.” Ariel groans, his face twisted in ecstasy as if he were reliving that blissful moment. “Every day since I’ve been planning, waiting for the moment where I can finally hear it for real. And now, here you are.”
“Ariel, no…” you weakly shake your head, but Ariel still doesn’t seem dissuaded. His hand comes up to gently grope one of your tits, revelling in how soft it feels in his palm, as his thumb brushes over your nipple. You let out a soft breath; whatever drugs Ariel had used to keep you still allowed you to feel everything even if you couldn’t move. Wanting to feel them for real, he pulls your shirt up, manipulating your arms so he can remove it from your body.
“Still playing hard to get, kitten? That won’t last long. I’ll have you begging for my cock soon enough.” Ariel’s fingers hook into the waist of your pyjama pants, slowly beginning to pull them down. You inhale sharply, closing your eyes. It’s not long before Ariel gets fed up with going slow and practically tears your pants off, pulling them down your legs without any ceremony whatsoever. They’re tossed aside, and then he’s spreading your legs apart and gazing at his real prize.
“Fuck…” Ariel mumbles to himself, laying down between your legs so he can get a proper look. He studies your cunt with great interest, bringing two fingers to swipe through your folds and smirking at the wetness that collects on them. “You’re soaked, love. You can’t try and tell me that you don’t want this.”
You bite your lip, hating how good it feels when Ariel touches you, even a little. He begins toying with your clit, rubbing it in small circles and making you whine involuntarily. He smirks at the noise, taking it as an invitation to delve one finger inside your sopping wet entrance. Ariel groans, feeling how warm and wet and tight you are around just one of his fingers, and already he wants to give up on preparation and just make you take his dick right now. You’d adjust soon enough.
Ariel pushes that thought away. Though part of him wants to take what he needs from you, to use you like a toy; like he had said before, he doesn’t want to hurt you. A second finger joins his first, and he scissors the digits inside of you, stretching you out a little. His thumb begins circling your swollen, sensitive clit, and against your best interests you moan aloud, spurring Ariel on and making his movements become harder and faster.
He’s good at this, and you hate it. Already you can feel your body betraying you; your cunt beginning to clench around Ariel’s long fingers. Your whimpers echo around the basement, as you struggle to keep yourself from orgasming. But Ariel is relentless, his nimble digits moving in and out of your entrance and brushing against your sweet spot each time. The pressure is building in your lower stomach, and almost beginning to overtake you, with no chance of stopping it.
That is until everything suddenly stops. You whine at the loss when Ariel slips his fingers out of you, and you hate yourself for wanting to beg him to keep going. You manage to stay quiet, but Ariel’s eyes bore into you like he can read your mind, and he smirks devilishly. “Sorry, pet, but you’re not allowed to come anywhere but around my cock.”
Ariel sits up, beginning to fidget with the button and fly of his jeans. Once he’s taken care of that, he pulls them down, along with the dark blue boxers underneath, and you get your first glimpse of his cock. It’s long and thick and hard against his stomach, and you try to ignore the tingles that you get from the sight of it. While you’re staring, Ariel takes off his shirt.
“Are you ready, pet?” Ariel asks softly, stroking his cock a few times as he once again stares at your glistening cunt. Still defiant, you shake your head, but Ariel smiles and presses himself against your entrance. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. This time, at least.”
With that, Ariel begins slowly pushing himself inside of you; you can feel him stretching you out and it stings, but still he continues, pressing forward until he’s fully sheathed inside of your tight cunt. You’ve never felt so full, and you open your mouth in a silent scream, as if that’s going to create more space inside of you.
“Oh, fuck…” Ariel whispers, his eyes shut as he adjusts to the feeling of being buried so deep inside of you, finally, after all of this waiting. And it seems he’s unwilling to wait much longer, because it’s only a few moments before he begins moving, rocking his hips against you. He’s kneeling between your thighs as he slowly fucks you, allowing himself to watch you, to study all of your reactions.
For your part, you’re attempting to keep yourself quiet, to not give any reactions, not wanting to encourage Ariel or allow him to believe that you’re enjoying it. It becomes more and more difficult however, with Ariel’s size and his gradually quickening pace, as he digs his fingers into your hips hard enough to bruise.
You close your eyes, biting your lip to muffle the whines and whimpers that are striving to escape you. Seeing this, Ariel decides to take things further, manouvering your legs over his shoulders and pressing his weight onto them so your thighs are pushed against your chest, leaving you practically bent in half beneath him. This new position allows him to reach even deeper inside of you, which you hadn’t thought possible, straining your resolve even further.
Your traitorous moans are music to Ariel’s ears, encouraging him to speed up even more. With each thrust you get louder, and he can tell that you’re already dangerously close to the edge. “That’s it, darling, let go,” he whispers harshly into your ear, pausing for a moment to give it a quick gentle bite. “Come for me, I know you want to.”
You try and will yourself to disobey; attempting to think of anything but Ariel’s cock pounding into you, how good it feels despite everything, how much you want to just let go. But still, you stubbornly refuse, not wanting to give in to him. “I told you to do something, love,” he says, with a much darker tone to his voice than before, which instills even more fear into you. When you once again decline to obey, you hear him growl into your ear. “I’m going to give you one more chance to do what you’re told. Come for me.”
Ariel sits back up, returning to the position he’d been in previously. This allows him to be able to reach your clit, which he rubs in harsh circles, making you cry out. After a few more seconds, you’re unable to resist anymore, and suddenly you fall apart, practically sobbing as Ariel continues fucking you through your climax. Through the fog of pleasure, you hear that he’s talking to you, but it’s difficult for you to make out exactly what he’s saying.
“That’s it, good girl… I knew you’d be good for me…” Ariel’s relentless pace doesn’t let up, if anything he gets rougher and faster, as your cunt clenches around him. He can feel himself reaching the edge, and though he’d love to spend more time turning you into an oversensitive mess, he knows that he won’t be able to hold out. Besides, he has all the time in the world to do that. “I’m close, pet. You’re going to take all of it.”
“No, you can’t!” you struggle to get out, and Ariel looks at you with an irritated frown, wondering why on earth you’re still trying to defy him. Despite everything, you try and make your case. “I-I’m not on the pill, I… we can’t have a baby!”
To be fair, you’re right. Ariel really doesn’t want a kid running around that he has to take care of; all he wanted was unrestricted access to you and every inch of your gorgeous body. A child would ruin that. He’d have to get you on birth control, and then next time, he’d be able to cum inside you all he wants.
“Alright, love. You win.” With a sigh reminiscent of a long suffering husband, Ariel reluctantly pulls out of you, his still hard cock glistening with your wetness. “But you still have to make me cum.”
You’re about to open your mouth to question how you were supposed to be able to do that when you still can’t move, but you’re struck speechless when Ariel shifts on the bed, moving to straddling your stomach with his legs either side of your body. He carefully takes your limp hand in his and wraps it around his cock, using it to begin jerking himself off.
Ariel throws his head back and lets out a low groan of pleasure, overjoyed to finally feel you touching him, even if he’s forcing you to. He sates himself with the knowledge that one day, you’ll do this for him not only willingly, but enthusiastically. The thought of you looking up at him with your sweet eyes, just to check if you’re pleasing him, silently begging for his approval, makes him start fucking your fist faster without even realising it.
Your hand doesn’t feel quite as good as your pussy, but it still feels incredible, a nice change from fucking his own hand as he watches you through the lens of a camera. He quickly gets lost in the feeling of you touching him, of the sight of you so submissive and pliant beneath him. Your hand, guided by Ariel’s, pumps his cock, gliding easily thanks to the mix of his precum and your own wetness. Ariel is letting out quiet moans and a litany of curses, the fingertips of his free hand digging into your side.
One last buck of his hips and Ariel’s coming, moaning out your name as his cum spurts onto your chest, marking you as his. He keeps you stroking him through his climax until he’s too sensitive to continue, and promptly collapses onto the bed beside you.
You stare at the ceiling and feel dirty, both literally and figuratively. Ariel’s quiet laboured breaths beside you match your own, though he seems to recover quicker than you, as you can soon feel him moving around on the bed beside you.
“I need to get you cleaned up, love,” Ariel says, as he wipes the mess he made on your chest away with a tissue. “Even if you do look pretty covered in my cum like that.” He can’t stop himself from imagining your body completely painted in his essence, and he feels his cock twitch slightly at the image, but that would have to wait for another time. Ariel knows that to get you to accept him, to love him, he’ll have to be careful. He can’t push you into things too quickly, or you’ll push him away.
So for now, he simply curls up at your side, unable to take his gaze off of you as your eyes flutter closed from exhaustion. You’re here now, and you’re all his.