I hate my girl has to see me like this.
Exposed, weak, vulnerable, and completely at the mercy of others.
Shock splays across Jase’s face too, and I know what it must look like. Me strapped to this sex device, arms stretched over my head, legs spreadeagled, clamps on my nipples, and an electrostim cock cage wrapped around my dick. I’ve been in a constant cycle of hell as electrical shocks are delivered at regular intervals from the automated device. My dick has been hardening to the point of pain. My orgasm is denied every time, and it’s the most brutal torture. They can’t see the vibrating butt plug shoved deep in my ass from this angle or know how bad the pain searing me from the inside is.
Jase darts back to the doorway. “We’ve got this,” he says before closing the door.
I see the transformation in Ash. The horror is quickly replaced with rage as she looks at the bitch passed out on the floor. Emitting a high-pitched roar that resembles a war cry, she launches herself at the woman, dropping to her knees and slapping and pummeling her face. Jase watches her for a few seconds before walking over to me. “Hey, man. Just hold it together for a little longer,” he says, working quickly to unstrap me.
“I don’t think I can stand,” I say, hearing how my words slur.
Jase curses, tilting my head up and peering into my eyes. “What did she give you?”
“Don’t know.”
“You fucking cunt!” Ash yells, claiming our attention. Jase continues unstrapping my aching body from the machine as we watch Ash rip the bitch’s flimsy clothing apart, exposing the older woman. All the time, she’s voicing threats and cursing obscenities at the sleeping woman, promising bloody retribution. “You disgusting nasty perverted piece of shit!” She punches her in the stomach and the ribs, growing frustrated. She looks up at Jase. “Please tell me you have a knife? I want to gut the bitch until she bleeds out all over the floor.”
“Temptress, remember the promise you made outside,” he cryptically replies.
“I promised not to kill her,” she hisses, dragging her manicured nails down the woman’s cheeks and across her collarbone, drawing blood. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t hurt the sick bitch.”
My arms flop down at my sides as Jase releases my upper body, and I sway forward. My buddy catches me, holding me upright.
“A little help, baby?” he asks, looking over at Ash.
She seems reluctant to leave the sick bitch on the floor, but she gets up and comes over to us. “She’s going to pay for this.” Ash presses her body weight against me, holding me up, as Jase sinks to his knees to untie my legs and feet. The familiar scent of Ash’s perfume swirls around me like a safety blanket and I could cry.
The ordeal is over.
They came for me like I knew they would.
Murderous intent is written all over Ashley’s face, and if my dick wasn’t so overworked and traumatized, I’d probably get hard. The ferocity of her response proves she still cares for me. I know it doesn’t necessarily mean anything, and it’s not what I should be focusing on now, but I was afraid I’d never get to see her again. Never get a chance to make amends. “I love you,” I blurt because it’s been on my mind the entire time I’ve been locked up here. “I’m sorry about everything. I’m so sorry, Ash. More than I can explain,” I choke out over the lump in my throat.
The promise of violence fades from her face. “Love you too,” she whispers, fighting tears. Gently, she cups my cheek with one hand while supporting me with her body. “I’m so sorry you got dragged into this mess.”
“Not your fault,” I pant, trying to straighten up so I don’t crush her. “Your dad,” I add, remembering Doug being executed at gunpoint in the middle of the street.
“I know.” Pain skates across her face before she composes herself. “Don’t worry about anything for now. We need to get you to safety. There’ll be time to talk later.”
Jase releases the last of the straps, and they both hold me up, carrying me over to the couch. Ash kicks the bitch in the side as we pass. “I wish I’d kept my boots. I’d stomp all over her with my heels.”
They lay me down, and I attempt to move my arms, wanting to remove the nipple clamps and the cock cage myself, but my limbs won’t cooperate. Whatever that bitch gave me has taken away normal bodily function. “Let me,” Ash softly says, sweeping her fingers along the thick growth on my chin and cheeks. “I’ll be careful.”
Jase walks back to the woman, kicking her in the ribs and the cunt while Ash frees me from the nipple clamps and removes the painful cage from my dick. “My ass,” I say, feeling heat creep up my face.
I have done a lot of kinky shit with Ashley in the past, but having her do this for me because I can’t get my fucking body to work long enough to do it myself is humiliating. I don’t want her to know what went down in this place. I don’t want her thinking less of me or treating me with kid gloves. I don’t want her pity. I only ever want her to see me how I used to be. The sociable guy who loved football, his girl, his family, and partying with the only woman who has ever mattered. The guy who loved her with his body, heart, and soul. The guy she explored her sexuality with. The one who was up for anything in the bedroom and willing to share her with his best friend.
Ash fights to rein her anger in as she slowly removes the vibrating butt plug from my ass. Pain radiates from her eyes as she flings it away. Clasping and unclasping her hands, she averts her gaze as her chest heaves up and down.
I hate this. I don’t want her feeling bad for me. I don’t want her to look at me and see me as damaged or broken. Even if that’s what I am right now. I want her to look at me with love in her heart and desire in her eyes.
But I’m realistic enough to know that may all be in the past, and I could’ve lost her long before today.
Ash forces the grief from her face when she turns back to look at me. She’s purposely keeping her gaze focused on my upper body, but I know she’s seen my erection. I’m painfully hard, which is humiliating. Every time that bitch forced my body into a state of arousal and she made me come, I felt ill. I threw up a couple times. I tried to stop it from happening, but I couldn’t. She never forced my hands on her or touched my dick with anything other than her fingers or her mouth, but the things she did to me were intimate and felt like the ultimate violation. It only happened a few times. I wasn’t here long enough for her to truly ruin me, but I can’t deny the things she has done have altered me.
Will my girl ever be able to look at me as a man again?
Will I ever be able to forget the things done to me in the short time I was here?
