The trainer eats most of it but makes me eat more than I’d normally manage, threatening to force-feed me if I don’t. Then he leads me to my cot. He’s changed the soaked bedding, and the mattress is thankfully waterproof, so at least I’m lying on a dry bed, even if my other needs haven’t been taken care of.
The plug is still firmly wedged in my asshole, and my pussy throbs, desperate for a release. A blasphemous thought crossesmy mind. What if, after the trainer falls asleep, I took care of my arousal myself? I’m good at being quiet while masturbating. The orgasm won’t match the one he gave me yesterday, but it’ll take the edge off this relentless need, and he never has to know.
As if reading my mind, the trainer frowns while fastening a chain around my ankle. “Are you going to be good, Doll? I’d hate to punish you for disobedience.”
“I…” I can’t lie to him. I’m a terrible liar, and he seems to know what I’m thinking anyway.
“Tsk, tsk. Do I have a naughty Doll after all? What shall I do with her?” He sounds amused, and that’s the only reason I don’t panic when he kneels at the foot of my cot and leans over me. For one crazy moment I think he’s about to kiss me, but instead he runs his nose along my jaw, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “I could just tie you down to make sure you wouldn’t be able to touch yourself. I could also put a vibrator inside of you, set it on the lowest setting, and leave you squirming here for hours. You’d be constantly on the edge but never quite able to tip over. Perhaps that would make you remember that your body belongs to your Master. Your tears, your moans, your orgasms. You don’t get to keep anything for yourself, Doll.”
His words definitely shouldn’t make my pussy clench. Yet they do, and I’m desperate enough to beg shamelessly. “I’m sorry, Master. I truly am. I didn’t want to disappoint you, I just… Please, Master. You said I was good. Please let me come.” I know I’m being too bold, but I’ll lose my mind if I don’t come soon.
“Hmm. I did say that. I also said that you’ll be rewarded with a nap. Would you like to trade that for an orgasm?”
What kind of choice is that? I need to sleep. My head throbs at the thought of staying awake, but my body demands release, and I doubt I could fall asleep this aroused. It’s not fair.
“Life’s not fair, Doll,” the trainer says, smirking. Oh, did I complain out loud? “You’re getting some sleep. Orgasms arefor good Dolls and I’m very disappointed with you right now. I thought you wanted to be good for me?”
“I did! I do! I want to be good for you, Master.” Is he really disappointed with me? I guess he’s right to be, since I was thinking about breaking the rules and masturbating, and even considering— My eyes dart toward the corner of the room where the door is. I can’t see it from here, but I know it’s there, taunting me. So close, yet completely inaccessible.
I gasp as a hand squeezes my throat.
“What was that thought?” the trainer growls, all traces of amusement gone from his voice. “Bad, bad Doll. There’s nothing for you behind that door. Nothing but pain and death, remember that. I’m trying to help you, Doll. Everything I do, I do for you. Once you’re with your new Master, you’ll be grateful for everything I taught you. For now, though…” His thumb traces my trembling lips. “I think a punishment is in order.”
Tears fill my eyes as he retreats. “I’m sorry,” I whimper.
“I hope so. I don’t like wasting time with ungrateful Dolls and right now, I don’t feel like spending any more time with you.”
My blood turns to ice. What? He can’t leave me! He’s the only one who’s ever been kind to me. What will happen to me if he gives up on me? Am I really not worth anyone’s time? “Please don’t leave me, Master. I’ll be good, I promise. Punish me, please. I deserve it. Just… Please, let me prove that I can do better.”
“We’ll see about that, but since you really have been good earlier, I won’t punish you too hard. You might still manage some sleep, though there’ll be no relief for you.”
Locking my wrists and ankles to the corners of the cot, he runs a vibrator between my soaked pussy lips, coating it thoroughly before pushing it inside. The ribbed surface sliding against the plug makes me clench around both, my arousal spiking.
“How does that feel, Doll?” the trainer asks as he alternates between fucking me with the vibrator and the plug.
“Full,” I gasp, “so full. Oh god!” The soft whir of the vibrator is barely audible and the vibrations are gentle, more of a light teasing than actual stimulation, but my body grows taut, my back arching as if I could somehow move the vibrations to my clit, which is where I need them so desperately.
Laughing, the trainer tightens straps across my chest, stomach and thighs, further securing me to the cot. Smirking, he brushes a lock of hair from my forehead. “Enjoy your rest, Doll.”
Rest? I whimper. There’s no way I can rest now. Why did I even think about touching myself? Of course, he would know, and he’d have to punish me for it.
You’re not his property, Grace.
Am I not? Down here, I’m all his. There’s no one else, no escape, no alternatives. How can I not belong to him? He takes care of me, correcting my mistakes and praising me when I get things right. I don’t mind being his.
You’re not anyone’s!
No, I’m not. Because he will hand me over to someone else, and that hurts more than anything, even more than my throbbing body.”
Chapter 17
Grace
Eventually, exhaustion drags me under, my body too spent to care about the vibrator still buzzing inside me or the plug stretching me. When I wake sometime later, the toys are still inside me, but the vibrator is mercifully silent. Has the battery run out? How long did I sleep? I feel…well, not rested, that’s definitely not on the table, but certainly refreshed. For once, my mind feels sharp instead of a messy swampland of impenetrable fog and creepy crawling thoughts. Though I want nothing more than to sleep, I force myself to stay awake and think how to get out of this.
Straining my ears, I pick up only one other sound aside from the low hum of the refrigerator and the ceiling vents. Rhythmic breathing comes from somewhere behind me. I can’t look thatway to confirm, but I’d bet it’s the trainer, sleeping soundly in his bed. My captor, not my Master. I need to remember that.
Even if he didn’t kidnap me himself, he’s still part of a trafficking ring. He’s not a good person and definitely not someone whose approval I should crave, yet that’s exactly what I’ve been doing, hasn’t it?
