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A Life in Hell

New Home Part 2

I knew it was too good to be true. The last few weeks were a living hell. I don't know how I tricked myself into thinking this would be any different. I felt how he handled me at that auction, how he looked at me when I was at Cliff's, heard the sound that tore through his throat once I was purchased. It was naive of me to think this situation could be different. Just because I had clothes on. I was too confident. Hanging here in this, well, dungeon I guess, I knew any punishment I took would be my own fault for falling into a false confidence.

I felt hands brushing over my still clothed body. It felt strange, and intimate. Last time I had sex with someone, this was how it started, minus the bonds. The parallel to my real life was perverse. My body and my memories were starting to betray me. I lifted my head, and looked my new owner in the eyes. Right as this happened, he ran his hands under my shirt and gently across my lower stomach, causing me to shudder and sigh. He smirked, and kept moving his hands across my torso while he leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"See, baby, this is how it could be. Pure pleasure for you, all the time. This is how it will be, eventually. Once you give yourself to me. Why do you continue to fight it? I know you like it. Your body gives you away."

His voice was mesmerizing, and I started to melt into his words. I almost moaned. But I caught myself. I whispered. Then yelled.

"No. NO."

He just sighed. "Have it your way, then." He began removing my bonds. This confused me, but I knew better than to try and disobey. He may be three inches shorter than me, but he could overpower me in an instant. "Tessa, please take him back to his room. Clip the collar to the bed."

Tessa had been released from her bondage, and allowed to redress. She had another long dress on, one that covered all her wounds.

"Oh, and make certain you lock the door this time." He stared at her until her checks burned. She bowed slightly, then motioned for me to follow. I was quiet until we got to my(?) room.

As she clipped me to the bed, all I could ask was "why?"

She just sighed and left the room, turning the lights off and leaving me in total darkness. Again

Notes

Comments

Yey!...still loving this, nice to see Mikey's POV too.
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I started this today and i cant wait to read more

Lurid Pretty Lurid Pretty
9/23/17

So happy to see you and this fic back, loving it.
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This is such and amazing story I really hope that you upload again! it would suck to watch such a great writer on here not finish their story!!!

It's good but, it's almost as gross as The Milk Fic.