8. Erica
Cain’s heavy-set footsteps disappear behind me, and I hear the squeak of a door opening, leaving me alone with the rapid beeping of the heart monitor.
I will myself to move, but blinking is already as strenuous as running up ten flights of stairs.
He returns moments later, carrying a tray covered with a turquoise cloth.
A thoughtful hum lingers on his curving lips, and he pushes aside scalpels, spreaders, and forceps on the surgical cart to make space for the tray.
“I’ve been wanting to try these tools out.” He picks up a thin metal rod from under the fabric.
My pulse riots as I try to imagine what he can do to me with it and come up blank.
“But the time never felt right, y’know? Never the right person, mainly.”
He smiles at me as if he expects me to answer, but I still can’t command my tongue.
He pats my cheek.
“You, little dove… you’re special. I know you’ll appreciate my toys. This one is for later, though. Let’s start a lil easier. I wanna give you a fighting chance.”
He puts the rod back and bends toward the operating table, rattling the whole thing with me on top.
A clacking sounds, and with a muted curse, he yanks something up on either side.
Recognition hollows out my chest with horror.
Those are stirrups like at the ob-gyn .
“Never got to use these, either,” Cain muses.
“First time for everything, hmm? I’m gonna get a real good look at your pretty cunt. It’s mine, after all.”
My breath goes thick as he grips my waist and drags me lower on the table, his skin hot through the gloves.
He guides my feet into the stirrups, the icy sting of metal biting into my naked soles.
My legs are spread as wide as they can go, and the strain makes my hips ache.
Under these bright lights, my pussy is on full display for Cain, and worse, my inner walls clench at the thought of him inspecting me like a breeding mare.
“Goddamn, you’re already so wet,” he says and slips a single digit inside me, making my heart seize.
“I know you’re scared, darlin’, but your body doesn’t lie. You show all the telltale signs of arousal. Hard, rosy nipples. Swollen clit. Increased lubrication. Involuntary twitches making your holes pulse. You can tell yourself you’re not enjoying this, but you’re dripping all over my hand. And we haven’t even started yet.”
Fuck you , I want to scream.
I hope he sees the defiance in my eyes, though I don’t feel all that defiant with his finger drawing teasing circles inside me.
He pushes in further, curling forward, and electricity jolts through my core.
His touch courses through my veins like a deadly illness, a blazing fever corrupting me.
I know if I survive this, I’ll never be the same, but there is nothing I can do to stop him.
“Finding your g-spot ain’t the only thing I’m good at,” he drawls, making no effort to hide the lust in his tone.
“I’ll teach you what exquisite pain and torturous pleasure a doctor’s skilled hands can inflict.”
His finger leaves me, and he takes something from the tray.
Metal clamps with rubber tips, connected by a chain.
He rounds the table and I let out a gargled noise as his lips close around my right nipple, his tongue swirling around it.
My insides quake with reluctant desire.
It’s so wet and soft—
Cold air hits my nipple when he straightens and then—searing pain.
The cry I can’t let out bellows inside my head, thrown back at me by the walls of my skull.
He doesn’t give me a break before he attaches the second clamp to my other nipple.
I imagine myself thrashing.
Fighting back.
Anything but lying there motionless.
“Oh, darlin’,” Cain rumbles.
“That agonized expression in your eyes makes me sad that you can’t scream.”
He picks up another object from the surgical tray.
Metal, too, with a thick, bulbous tip leading into a thinner stem and a flat, wide back at the end.
I know what that is…
and I know what he’s about to do with it.
He grabs a small bottle and squirts lube on the girthy butt plug.
“Have you ever tried anal, either by yourself with a toy or a partner’s cock? Blink once for no, twice for yes,” he says with the neutral, clinical calm of a doctor.
I blink once, nauseous with shame.
“If this is your first time, you might experience a bit of discomfort. It will be easier for you if you relax and let it happen.” Cain says as he steps between my legs and presses the cold, slippery plug against my tight sphincter.
The tip stretches my asshole, feeling bigger than it looked in his hand.
It burns.
I think I can’t take any more, but he keeps pushing.
Tears trickle down my cheeks, not just from the ache, but something buried beneath it, a streak of fire sending tingles through my legs.
Cain’s attention shifts to my face and he smiles the most sickeningly sweet smile.
It’s unfair.
He’s too gorgeous, too seductive with that glimmer in his green eyes and the soft, black curls I want to bury my hands in.
The devil has no right to look like a fallen angel, and I shouldn’t be so eager to surrender my body to his damnation.
“Cry, little dove,” he whispers.
“Convince yourself you don’t want this, but soon, I’ll be rooted so deep inside your body and your mind, you’ll understand that all you need is me. Cry all you want, darlin’, but I’ll take what’s mine.”
It seems like it will never stop, like I’ll rip before he gets past the thickest part of the plug, when the neck slips into place.
My ass closes around it, slackening.
The ache lessens.
It doesn’t feel so bad now.
Actually, it feels too good, that weight of the steel plug and the pressure along my inner walls.
Cain’s throat shifts with a heavy swallow.
A blush turns his cheeks dark pink and the composed mask of the experienced doctor slips.
“Fuck, your virgin ass is tighter than I thought. You’ll break so beautifully when I’m finished with you.”
I don’t want to like this sick spectacle, but I’m getting more and more turned on.
My pussy drips and my muscles throb around the plug.
I wish I knew how to switch off my brain and let everything happen without realizing that I like what he’s doing to me.
“Damn, if only I had a dick for each of your holes so I could fuck them all at the same time, but I guess my toys will have to do,” Cain says and moves around the table to my face.
“It’s still me doing this to you. Still me claiming you.”
He pulls up his top, the other hand yanking down the elasticated waist of his pants to take out his hard cock.
Pre-cum leaks from the purple-ish tip and he grips his shaft with one hand, the other grabbing my chin.
He tilts my head to the side and opens my jaw wide.
Fresh panic shoots through me.
There is absolutely no way I can fit—
Cain shoves himself into my mouth.
He hits the back of my throat almost instantly and I gag.
He groans as my muscles convulse while he slides down my throat.
I’m nothing but a sex doll to him.
An inanimate object for him to use and abuse.
“It feels so good when you choke on my cock, darlin’,” he grits out.
“Fuck, everything about you is perfect. Your holes were made for me. You’re a free-use whore born with a single purpose: to take my cum.”
He holds the back of my head with both hands and starts thrusting.
His wild moans ring through the operating theater, getting louder the more I fight for air.
He allows me small breaths, but never enough to fill my lungs entirely.
Black creeps into my vision.
I pray I’ll pass out so I won’t have to endure more of his torture, won’t have to endure more of my body backstabbing me with its reactions.
But Cain knows how to keep the darkness from swallowing me.
He wants me to be conscious for every moment of his perverted experiment.
He wants me to experience every heartbeat of helplessness, every second of pleasure-laced horror.
And it works.
My clit tingles as drool runs down my cheek and he fucks my face harder, his balls slapping against my lips.
With every second, my resistance breaks further.
Tiny cracks form in the walls I raised when I woke up in the operating theater.
My ass pulses around the plug, and the fullness sends thrills into my pussy.
I clench my inner muscles, imagining Cain fucking my ass and my cunt, too.
I want it all to be over…
and I want it to never end.
A part of me hopes he’ll finish into my throat and be done with me, but I should know that he wouldn’t go that easy on me.
He pants as he slides out of my mouth, bracing himself on the operating table.
His shaft shines with my spit and a sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead.
When his cock jerks, I wonder if he’s about to come all over my face.
He doesn’t.
“That was hole number one.” He takes a long breath and his lips twist upward.
“Don’t look at me with such a ravenous expression in your eyes,” he scolds softly.
“You’ll get plenty of opportunities to taste my seed, darlin’. Tonight, I want to be the first to shoot a load into your ass.”
He tilts my head so I can see him better and strides between my legs, his stiff cock bouncing.
One hand guiding himself, he slides the broad head of his dick along my sex.
He nudges my clit, and I’m seeing stars.
That single bump is nearly enough to make me climax, but he said he’ll kill me if I come…
how am I supposed to hold back?
Am I going to die because I have an orgasm?
“I’ve already had your pussy last night, but I can’t resist…” Cain muses and sinks into me, claiming my second hole.
He doesn’t thrust, just pushes as deep as he can.
My cunt flutters from the stinging stretch of his cock and the pressure of the plug in my ass.
God, I had no idea it’s possible to feel this deliciously full.
“Patience, little dove. You’re already squeezing me so tightly. Are you close? Did you get this hot from me fucking your throat?” he asks.
My tears flow faster because it’s true.
I’m teetering on the brink of an orgasm from being treated like a free-use slut.
Cain pumps his dick in and out so slowly, it’s driving me crazy.
His hands draw along my thighs in long strokes and my skin pebbles wherever he touches.
I don’t know how long he takes me like that, deliberately keeping me perched just beneath the peak of my lust.
“Now for hole number three,” he says and retreats.
I hate that I miss his cock the moment it leaves my cunt, but it allows me a second to breathe—until he pulls the plug from my ass.
It slides out easier than it went in, but I know what comes next.
Compared to his dick, that plug is a cakewalk.
Cain squirts a generous amount of lube onto his cock, covering himself in it while he fucks his fist.
Somehow, I bet it’s not going to help much with the stretch.
My heart catapults into my throat when he presses his tip against my rim.
“Take deep, even breaths and try to loosen up. It’ll hurt less that way,” Cain says and jerks his hips forward.
His eyes glaze over as he penetrates my ass with a sharp thrust.
The burning ache makes my breath stick to my throat.
He’s barely inside, but I’m already at my limit and he doesn’t give a shit.
My possessive kidnapper only cares about making good on his promise to claim all my holes for himself.
“Don’t fight me, darlin’,” he grits out, his thick length forcing its way past the resistance of my tense muscles.
I think I’m going to tear, but the ache subsides when he starts to thrust.
My eyes roll back as my body adjusts to his size and arousal flows like magma through my veins.
“I love that I’m the first man to fuck your ass. You’re clenching down on me so hard, I know you like it, too,” Cain says, grinning.
“Now it’s time for my favorite toy…” He picks up the thin rod from the tray again.
“Do you know what this is?” He waits until I make a horrible, gargled noise.
With an amused snort, he takes the bottle of lube and coats the instrument in it.
“I thought not. It’s a sounding rod.”
My eyes must reflect my confusion.
“It goes inside your urethra. It’s a separate hole from your vagina where the pee comes out,” he explains matter-of-factly and brings the rod to my center.
Oh nonononononono —
A slight, stretching discomfort permeates my lower belly.
Light pain makes fire lick at my insides before full body pleasure shudders along the pathways of my nerves.
Colors flicker in front of my eyes as Cain pushes the rod deeper and gently pulls it out again.
In and out.
In and out.
It’s incredible how sinfully good this feels.
There’s nothing to compare the sensation with, like my g-spot and my clit are getting directly stimulated from inside me even though he’s not even in my pussy.
It’s unlike anything I ever experienced before.
“That’s hole number four,” Cain chokes out, his face flushed and his cock jerking violently inside my ass.
I’m not the only one close to the finish line.
He takes up careful, measured movements, his cock and the sounding rod moving in unison.
The slower he’s fucking me, the more I feel every steely inch of him.
Then his other hand tugs on the chain connecting my nipples, and I can’t take it anymore.
Screams of ecstasy trapped in my chest, pleasure rips through me with such viciousness I think my heart is bursting.
Cain grunts, but he only makes it another few seconds, too.
He holds on to my thighs, his grip bruising.
A plethora of curses falls from his lips as he empties his release into me, but I still can’t stop coming.
My vision dims, my hearing dulls, and my consciousness fades with one last thought:
I’m going to die because I came on my kidnapper’s cock.