Part Three
*BZZZZZZZT*
My head snapped up as a sharp buzzing sound pierced the quiet evening air. I jumped, my heart hammering against my ribcage. The sound grew louder, echoing through the maze, and I realized it was coming from the automatic lock on the inner gate. With a click, the heavy iron barrier swung open, creaking on its rusted hinges.
Getting to my feet with trembling legs, I turned around just in time to see Hana doing her best to awkwardly sprint out into the maze. The sight was both pathetic and heartbreaking. The high-heeled slippers made her wobble as she ran down the uneven grass path, her arms outstretched for balance.
Taking a deep breath, I stood and made my own way through the inner gate, my heart racing like a wild animal caught in a trap. The damp earth of the path beneath my heels was cold and soft, but I pushed ahead, trying to ignore the discomfort. The high-heeled mules made me feel like I was walking on stilts, every step a delicate balancing act as I moved forward.
The maze was a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, the tall hedges towering above me like the walls of a prison. The first long path stretched out like a serpent, beckoning me with the illusion of a clear path to freedom. The heels of the mules sank into the damp earth with every step, the sound of my ankle cuffs jingling in the quiet like a morbid lullaby. The ground was uneven, and with each step, I had to fight to maintain my balance, the fear of tripping and falling adding a new dimension to my already overwhelming dread.
My coin-belt jingled softly with each precarious step, the sound seemingly amplified by the eerie silence of the maze. Approaching the first set of diverging paths I paused, my heart racing with the weight of the decision. Left or right? The maze was a silent sentinel, offering no guidance, only the promise of either escape or a swift capture by our tormentor.
Peering down the paths to my left and right, the only sounds were the distant rustling of the wind through the hedges. A chill of fear crept up my spine, each moment of indecision feeling like an eternity. I knew that every second counted in this twisted game, and that Lenix was likely somehow watching our every move, eagerly anticipating the moment we’d stumble into one of his sadistic traps. Looking all around as I’d walked I hadn’t spotted a single camera, but there had to be a way we were being tracked no doubt.
Finally, with a deep breath, I chose the path to the left. The hedges grew taller as I ventured deeper, that or the shadows were playing tricks on my eyes. I could feel the weight of the collar around my neck, a constant reminder of who and what I was to this monster. The path grew narrower with each step, the thorny bushes seemingly reaching out to snare my ankles with every misstep.
Rounding another corner after twenty feet of careful maneuvering, I found myself facing a wall of impenetrable greenery. My heart sank, and I quickly turned around to retrace my steps. Once I’d made it back to the fork I took the other path, and rounding the corner at the end led me to a long straight away with another several paths diverting to the left and right. The choice was overwhelming, but I knew I had to move quickly.
As I approached the third diverting path, my toe caught something unseen. A sudden jolt of pain shot up my leg as I realized too late that I’d tripped over a fine tripwire. I barely had time to process the situation before the wire pulled taut and something whipped through the air, striking me across the chest. The impact knocked the wind out of me, and I tumbled down, the cold earth greeting my palms as I tried to catch myself.
Looking down, I saw a bola had wrapped around my torso and arms, effectively trapping me. The weighted balls on each end of the leather cord dug painfully into my skin, leaving bruises in their wake. I rolled around on the ground, struggling to break free from the restraints. The high-heeled mules dug into the soil as I twisted and turned, desperately trying to untangle myself from the snare that had been so cleverly laid.
It took a few minutes but I managed to wiggle and squirm until the bola loosened around my body. I grunted with effort, the pain in my chest and limbs a reminder of the unforgiving game Lenix had set for us. With one last heave, I freed myself, the balls of the bola clattering to the ground beside me.
Rubbing my chest where the bola had bruised me, I took a moment to catch my breath. The maze was playing tricks on me, turning every step into a battle of wills against an unseen adversary. I had to be smarter, more cautious. Rolling onto my knees, I carefully inspected the ground ahead for any more traps before continuing.
As I rounded the next corner, the sight that greeted me was so disturbing that I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming. There, at the very short end of the path, was another sculpture of a woman. She was bound in a pose of complete submission, her wrists and ankles tied together behind her, her breasts exposed to the elements. A rubber ball gag stretched her cheeks and obscured her mouth, the kind of gag that would force the wearer's mouth open wide in a silent, perpetually muffled scream. The sight was so lifelike that for a second, I was sure she was real.
Hand to my heart I turned back to the way I’d come, my breaths shallow and fast. This wasn’t just a game anymore; it was a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. Each step felt like a dance with danger, every rustle in the bushes a potential threat. The walls of greenery grew taller, closing in around me like a living prison, and the air grew colder as the sun grew closer to disappearing.
Suddenly, the tranquility of the maze was shattered by a high-pitched buzzing. My eyes snapped up from the ground, heart racing. The sound grew closer, piercing the air like the whine of a mosquito on a hot summer night. Instinctively, I molded myself against the nearest hedge, the leaves brushing against my bare skin as I tried to become one with the shadows. The buzz grew louder, and I realized with a jolt that it was a miniature drone, a gleaming mechanical eye in the sky sent by Lenix to seek out his prey.
Looking up, I spotted the drone as it zipped over my head, the whirring of its miniature propellers cutting through the stillness like a knife. Its tiny, gleaming camera searched the pathways, I held my breath, willing the robotic intruder to pass me by. The drone hovered for a moment, as if it had caught a whiff of my fear, before darting off over another path.
Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. With my eyes on the sky, I’d missed yet another tripwire as I once again started to move forward. It was a rookie mistake, and one that would cost me dearly. Another bola shot out from the hedges, wrapping around my ankles with vicious precision.
This one was different. It didn’t just trip me; it jerked me off my feet, sending me sprawling face-first into the cold, hard earth. The impact rattled my teeth and filled my mouth with dirt. I lay there for a moment, stunned, my mind dizzy with pain and fear. The bola had tightened around my ankles, digging into my flesh with cruel insistence.
Rolling onto my back I slowly sat up, the taste of dirt lingering on my tongue. My ankles throbbed from the impact and the unforgiving bite of the bola. Gritting my teeth, I reached down to untangle myself from the leather restraint. The effort was exhausting, my muscles already sore from the previous encounter with the sadistic device.
Thankfully with full use of my hands, it didn’t take as long to free myself from the second bola. A few minutes passed by as I navigated a few more paths without incident, then just as I rounded yet another corner a female scream pierced the air from somewhere in the far distance and I knew without a doubt that it was Hana. The sound was chilling, a mix of fear and pain that made my blood run cold. It didn’t sound like she’d just tripped; it sounded like she’d been caught in a more serious trap or worse… by Lenix.
New motivation flooded my veins, and I started moving down the paths more quickly, my heart thudding in my chest with each step. The thought of Hana suffering alone in the dark maze spurred me on, pushing past the pain in my legs and the fear that gnawed at my soul. The jingling of my coin-belt grew more erratic, matching the rhythm of my racing heart.
After the next corner, the path opened up into a small but open garden. The sight that greeted me was eerily familiar, a picture of horror that sent a shiver down my spine. In the center of the clearing, a statue of a hogtied woman was bound on top of a stone pedestal. As I approached, my eyes widened in recognition…
It was Lacie, her face a tableau of agony and grief.
The sculptor had even added physical tears to her face, and the look in her glassy eyes was one of utter despair. The sight was so disturbing that I had to avert my gaze, I needed to escape, to find my way out of this hell and figure out a way to rescue Hana once I had found safety.
Giving the statue one last look, I made my way out of the small garden area and down another path. The air grew colder, and the light of the setting sun painted the hedges in a macabre glow that seemed to deepen the shadows. Rounding the next corner, I stumbled upon a narrow and rickety rope bridge suspended over a murky pool of water.
My heart skipped a beat as I took in the precarious structure. The ropes looked frayed and weak, and the wooden slats beneath my feet swayed precariously with every step. The heels of my impractical shoes made it almost impossible to balance, and I could practically feel the cold, dampness seeping through the soles.
The water beneath me looked eerily still, and I couldn't help but wonder what lurked beneath the surface. The smell of the stagnant water was overpowering, and I had to fight the urge to gag. Each step on the rope bridge was a battle with gravity, the heels of my shoes threatening to betray me with every tentative move.
I had to be extra cautious with each step, not putting too much pressure on my toe or heel, less the delicate looking wood snap beneath my weight. The fear of falling into the water was palpable, making my palms sweat and my legs tremble. Halfway across the bridge, the unthinkable happened—my right heel slipped through a rotten slat, and with a sickening lurch, the bridge swung back and forth wildly, the ropes straining and creaking ominously.
Panic set in and I dropped to my knees, my hands grabbing the ropes tightly, my knuckles turning white as I held on for dear life. The cold, damp wood felt rough against my skin, but it was the only thing keeping me from plummeting into the pool. The water below rippled menacingly as a breeze suddenly picked around me, and I couldn’t help but wonder how deep it was or if I'd be able to get out if I fell in.
Slowly without letting go of the rope railing, I started to crawl, my knees scraping uncomfortably against the wooden slats. The ropes bit into my palms as I inched my way forward. Each movement sent the bridge swinging and groaning, the water below looking closer than ever.
My breaths were shallow, my heart pounding in my chest by the time I finally reached the end of the rope bridge. I pulled myself up, my legs wobbly and tender from the ordeal. The feeling of solid ground beneath my feet was a relief, but it was short-lived as I looked forward, seeing the path turn to the left ahead of me.
Rounding the corner, I halted as the floor ahead of me morphed from the lush grass of the maze into a long, straight stretch of cobblestones, flanked by tall hedges. A single path diverged to the left in the middle, while a T-junction sat at the end, offering a choice between left and right. The sudden change in the maze's design was jarring, and it didn't take a genius to figure out there was no doubt yet another trap waiting for me.
Taking my time, I tiptoed across the cobblestone path, my heels clicking against the stones. The cooling air was making the stone pathway slick underfoot, and I had to be cautious not to slip or make too much noise. As I neared the path in the middle, I slowed my pace even further, fearful of what might be around the corner.
As I approached the diverging path, I slowed my tiptoeing to a crawl, my breaths shallow and ragged. Moving to peak around the corner, my left foot encountered a cobblestone that sank an inch into the ground. My heart racing, I froze in place, the sudden give of the stone beneath my foot sending a cold shiver up my spine.
The world around me moved in slow motion as I looked down at the cobblestone that had betrayed my foot. Out of the corner of my eye, a shadowy mass emerged from the hedge like a figure from a nightmare, lunging towards me. In a heartbeat, my mind registered the danger, and I spun on the ball of my foot to face the figure. But in my panic-stricken state I lost my balance, and with a gasp, I felt my ankle twist as the spike of my heel slid on the damp stone and I stumbled backwards into the diverging path.
Quickly losing my balance I braced for the inevitable fall, despite the change of cobblestones back to grass, I knew the fall would still be painful. However, my body's descent was abruptly halted as I was enveloped in a net of ropes. The impact was less than I anticipated, but the suddenness of it all left me momentarily stunned.
Looking up, I found myself suspended in midair, my arms and legs braced against a thick, coarse netting. Danger passed, my eyes flew forward, expecting to see Lenix's sadistic smile. But instead, my gaze fell upon a black mannequin, held up on wires, dressed in an all black outfit.
I leaned my head back and sighed in relief, my heart rate gradually slowing from the adrenaline rush. The mannequin's faceless visage stared back at me, a silent observer in this twisted game. For a brief moment, I stood there leaning against the net, feeling the coarse ropes dig into my skin. The tension in my body slowly began to ease, and a sense of momentary victory filled me.
I hadn’t yet been caught, it was just another trick…
But the universe had other plans. As I shifted my weight to stand, the ropes at the side of the net gave way with a sharp snap. I barely had time to process what was happening before I was sent tumbling backwards, the net folding in on itself as I plummeted to the ground. As I landed momentum carried me into a wild roll, the ropes of the net wrapping around my body like a python with each revolution.
Coming to a stop, I stared out through the holes of the net into the dimming sky and wondered to myself… 'Who fucking designed this maze!?'
With a grunt of effort, I began to wriggle out of the ropes, feeling them bite grate against my skin like sandpaper as I moved. It was becoming more and more apparent that the traps weren't crafted to keep me permanently ensnared. They were more about psychological torment than physical restraint, meant to slow me down and wear me out both mentally and physically.
Once free, I took a moment to catch my breath, brush myself off and gather my wits. Standing up straight, I took a deep breath and began to make my way to the end of the path. The familiar feel of grass beneath my heels, and the tension of the previous moments beginning to ease. Rounding the corner the path ahead of me was straight and unbroken by any branches or forks, offering a rare sense of certainty in this labyrinth of horrors.
Skeptical of the apparent simplicity, I cautiously searched the path for any sign of a trap. The grass looked untouched, not a single twig or leaf out of place. No tripwires or pressure plates were visible, which only heightened my suspicion. This path was too straightforward, too easy. The maze thus far had been a series of painful and humiliating lessons, and I wasn't about to let my guard down now.
However, my caution subsided quickly as the far away sound of Lenix's drone echoed into the night air once more. With a renewed sense of urgency I stepped forward and my heart skipped a beat as the ground gave way beneath me. The false floor had been cleverly disguised, and I had no time to react. With a “Eeeeep!” I plummeted into the abyss, the coins of my belt jingling in a chaotic symphony as I fell. The sudden drop was jarring, and my body collided with the cold, hard earth below with a bone-jarring thud.
Gripping my left knee, I let out a sharp cry of pain from where I’d hit the ground. The high-heeled slippers had done their damage, they’d prevented me from landing correctly, and I could feel a bruise already forming. The jingle of my coin-belt had grown frantic during the fall, and a few of the coins had scattered around me, glinting in the dim light.
Looking up, I noticed the hole was only about four feet deep, not deep enough to keep me trapped but certainly deep enough to once again slow me down. The walls of the pit were dirt, with a few protruding rocks that looked as if they’d been placed there for hand holds possibly. The sky above was growing purple with the approach of nightfall, the light dimming with each passing moment. I had to get out quickly before it was too dark to see.
Hands on the ground, I pushed myself up, wincing as the bruise on my knee protested against the movement. Standing next to the wall I gritted my teeth while placing my hands atop the cool, damp earth and with a grunt I pushed. My legs quivered with the effort, but I managed to hoist myself up, the toes of my heels finding purchase on the uneven ground. With a final heave, I rolled over the edge of the pit, collapsing onto the path with a sigh. The fall had rattled me, and my knee throbbed from the impact, but the pain was a small price to pay for escape.
Standing up, I took a moment to regain my bearings, the cold night air sending goosebumps over my exposed skin. I could feel the bruises forming from the bola and the multiple falls, but there was no time to dwell on it. Hana’s scream still echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of the horrors she might be facing and the horrors I might face as well should I fail to escape.
With newfound urgency, I continued down the path, each step a battle against the pain in my knee. The path ahead was straight and clear of any immediate traps, giving me a brief reprieve. At the end of the path and just around the corner, I spotted a glint of metal in the fading light. It was another tripwire, despite being knee height it was nearly invisible against the dark earth. My heart pounded as I approached the end of the path, my eyes trained on the wire like prey spotting a predator.
I took a deep breath and slowly raised my right foot, the muscles in my thigh quivering with the effort of maintaining balance on my left. Carefully, so as not to disturb the delicate balance of the wire, I brought my heel over and down, feeling the soft earth give way under my weight. The wire remained untouched, a silent testament to my newfound cautiousness. The moment my toe made contact with the ground, I felt a sense of relief so profound that it was almost tangible.
But my victory was short-lived.
Just as I’d finished stepping over the tripwire, suddenly the shrill buzz of the drone returned, louder and more insistent than before. I looked up and my heart sank as I saw it hovering above me, the tiny camera lens unblinking and cold… I’d been spotted.
I threw caution to the wind as I took off sprinting, the sound of the drone’s propellers growing fainter with each step. The paths grew darker as the sun disappeared over the horizon, but I didn’t dare slow down. The maze was a confusing web of twists and turns, and I had no idea if I was even going in the right direction. I could only hope that by losing the drone, I was also putting distance between myself and Lenix.
My heart hammered in my chest, the fear driving me faster than the pain in my knee allowed. I darted down pathways at random, the jingle of the coin-belt a frantic soundtrack to my desperate flight. Ducking and weaving, I tried to lose the drone in the maze’s labyrinthian embrace. The walls of hedges blurred together in the growing dark, each corner a potential escape or a new horror.
Finally, out of breath and legs burning from the sprint, I rounded a corner and threw myself to the ground, rolled myself against the hedge and tried to make myself as small and inconspicuous as possible. The cool, damp earth soothed my bruised knee slightly, but the fear of discovery had my heart racing. I lay there, panting, the sound of my own breathing seemingly deafening in the enveloping silence of the maze.
The drone's buzz grew fainter and fainter, until it was nothing more than a distant whisper in the night. With each passing moment, my hope grew that I’d managed to shake it off. I waited, tense, every muscle in my body coiled and ready to flee again if need be. The coins of my belt had gone still, their jingling silenced by the dirt and grass that clung to my sweat-slicked skin.
After what felt like an eternity, I cautiously pushed myself up from the cold, damp earth. My knees wobbled with the effort, the burn in my bruised knee a painful reminder of the fall. I leaned against the hedge for support, catching my breath, listening for any sign that I was still being pursued. The silence was absolute, so once more I started shuffling down a random path, hoping it would lead me to a way out.
But fate had other plans. As I reached a crossroads in the maze, I froze. There, standing at the end of the left path, was Lenix himself. His muscular frame was clad in black cargo pants, a sleeveless tank top showcasing his tattooed arms, and heavy boots that seemed to suck the life from the ground from where he stood. Over one shoulder, he carried a satchel that I could only imagine was filled with more of his twisted toys for our torment.
Our eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still. His gaze was cold, devoid of any emotion but the flicker of hunger in his eyes told me he enjoyed watching me squirm. I knew he had the power to end this game, to either grant us the sweet release of freedom or the unbearable agony of continued existence in his sadistic world.
With a deep breath, I made my choice. I turned and sprinted down the path to my right, ignoring the pain that shot through my knee with every step. The sound of Lenix’s footsteps erupted as he broke into a sprint chasing after me. The ground trembled beneath his heavy boots, echoing the pounding of my heart in my ears.
My breath came in ragged gasps as I pushed myself to run faster, my legs burning with the effort. The path grew narrower, the hedges seemingly closing in around me like a vice. The coins on my belt jingled a frenetic rhythm, a chaotic symphony of fear and determination. I could feel his presence behind me, closing the gap with a predatory grace that sent shivers down my spine.
And then, without warning, the world around me tilted. One second I was sprinting for my life, the next my legs were kicking wildly in the air as two strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I must have got a lucky shot with one of my heels; because I heard a grunt of pain and suddenly I was released, plummeting to the cold, unforgiving ground.
My victory was fleeting, as a heavy weight slammed onto me, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I didn’t even have the chance to look back before two strong hands grabbed my wrists and wrenched them behind my back. The pain was blinding, the metal of the coin-belt digging into my skin as I was abruptly halted in my escape.
“AHHH!” The scream tore from my throat as Lenix’s grip tightened, one of his hands wrapping around both my wrists with a cruel force that sent a jolt of pain through my arms. His other hand was swift and before I knew it I felt the bite of rope, his movements methodical and precise. Six thick bands of rope looped around my wrists, the rough fibers scraping against my skin. He pulled them tight, cinching them in the middle with ease that spoke of his experience in such grim arts.
With my wrist tied tightly behind my back, Lenix’s cold, unyielding hands didn’t pause as he grabbed another length of rope and began wrapping it around my elbows, the thick coils biting into my flesh. As he pulled the rope taut, my elbows were forced together, and my arms bent at an unnatural angle, causing my back to arch in a silent scream of pain and protest.
This new position altered my body posture and forced my chest to push outwards like an offering to the twisted gods of the maze. Each breath was a struggle, the pressure on my elbows making me feel as if I were being bound like a human pretzel. The rope was merciless, biting into my skin, leaving me no choice but to arch my back and present myself in a way that was both painful and degrading.
“Ahhh-mmmph!” I had started to scream at the discomfort, only for my voice to be silenced as a cloth was yanked forcefully between my teeth and tied tightly behind my head. The gag was tight and bit into my cheeks harshly, but without any packing inside, it did little more than prevent me from speaking properly.
“Oh… I’ve been waiting for this moment all week,” Lenix’s voice was a dark purr in my ear as he secured the last knot with a sadistic flourish. “I already caught and had my way with your friend… but I’m still hungryyyyy!”
He didn't give me a chance to react to his words. His hands, those cruel instruments of his twisted desires, slipped under my top, cupping and squeezing my breasts as if they were ripe fruit to be picked. Each rough movement sent a jolt of pain, fear and to my shame.. arousal, coursing through my body. My nipples stiffened under his calloused grip as he fiddled with my nipple rings.
The fabric of his cargo pants scraped against my skin as he ground his crotch into me. The heat from his arousal was unmistakable, even through the barrier of our clothes. It made me feel both repulsed and… something else, something I didn’t want yet again to acknowledge. It was a betrayal of my mind’s instincts, a reaction I had no control over.
Suddenly his hands left my breasts, and I felt him pivot behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as he pulled out more rope from his satchel. As he leaned forward to grab a hold of my legs his words from earlier came back to me in a rush.
*If you spot me in the maze, I expect you to run. Run like your life depends on it. Because, if you don’t, it won’t be much fun for me.*
The words echoed in my head as I felt him straddling my thighs with his knees, looking back again I noted he was distracted untangling the ropes he’d pulled from his satchel. Seeing it was now or never, using my left leg for purchase, I bent my right leg at the knee and brought my foot up to my butt in a swift arc, the spike of the mule’s heel aiming for his crotch.
“Ahhhh!” The sound ripped from his throat as my heel connected with his groin. Lenix’s eyes bulged and his hands flew to his crotch, the ropes forgotten as he doubled over and fell off of me. I felt a fierce surge of satisfaction as I watched him writhe in pain. It was a momentary victory, but one that felt oh-so sweet.
Adrenaline surging through me, I took advantage of the brief moment of respite and wriggled my knees beneath my body, then using the momentum, I pushed up and stood on my feet, the ropes around my wrists and elbows cutting into my skin as I straightened up. Amidst the groaning and heavy breathing Lenix started to chuckle, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
The sound brought forth a new level of urgency, and I took off in a panic-stricken dash towards the way in which Lenix had chased me from, the ropes digging into my flesh with every movement. The maze’s walls blurred into a green haze as I sprinted, my mules echoing soft clomps as I ran down the path. The pain in my bruised knee shot up my leg with each stride, but fear of Lenix’s retribution pushed the agony into the back of my mind.
It wasn't long before I stumbled upon the fork in the path where I first spotted Lenix, his sinister smile taunting me from the shadows of memory. My heart hammered in my chest as I made the split-second decision to veer right. The air felt heavier here, the tall hedges looming like silent sentinels, but I knew that every second counted.
Soon my path started taking sharp turn after turn, the walls of the maze closing in on me with each zig and zag. The soft grass beneath my heels grew denser and more uneven, hinting that this section was less traversed. I could feel the tension in the air thicken with each step, as if the very maze itself knew that I was straying from the expected path.
Then suddenly as I turned another sharp corner, the ground sloped away from me, nearly sending me stumbling down an unexpected decline. I dug my heels into the grass, desperately trying to maintain my balance. The path had transformed into a narrow slope leading down to an old looking stone archway of an underground tunnel.
The arch was tall, the kind that looked like it belonged in a medieval dungeon rather than a modern estate. The stones were moss-covered and the air grew colder and damper, hinting at the darkness that awaited me below. Looking back I knew I didn’t have much choice, Lenix could round that corner at any moment, and I couldn’t risk being caught again. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, and began to inch down the slope, my mules slipping slightly on the wet grass.
As I reached the archway, I paused, listening intently for any sound of pursuit. The only noise that met my ears was the distant sound of the fountain and the occasional chirp of a bird, but then suddenly the familiar whir of a drone sounded and started to grow closer. Panic set in and I knew I really truly had no choice but to descend into the unknown.
The arch's opening was like the mouth of a beast, ready to swallow me whole. As I stepped through it, the ground beneath me changed from the cold, damp grass of the maze to a firm compacted dirt that sent a shiver up my spine. It was eerily quiet inside the tunnel, the kind of silence that felt like it was listening to me, waiting for me to make a sound that would shatter it.
The drone’s whir grew closer, pushing me further into the tunnel. It was not long before the arch was lost to sight, and I was left in the absolute pitch black. I sidled along the left wall, the rough stone a cold contrast to the warmth of my racing skin. The ropes around my wrists and elbows bit deeper as I stretched my arms back, feeling my way along the wall.
My breaths came in short, sharp gasps that echoed through the tunnel, and I stumbled forward, my legs wobbly from the sprint and the fear. After what felt like an eternity, the wall abruptly ended, and I stumbled forward, walking face-first into a cold, hard surface. I staggered back, pain shooting through my nose and eyes watering from the impact.
‘Shit! No! Please don’t tell me I walked into a dead end!’ I thought, panting in the stifling darkness. But as the stars cleared from my vision, I looked to my right and, through the murk of darkness, I could just make out the faintest outline of an archway off in the distance. There was an exit! It was about a hundred feet away, a sliver of hope in the otherwise unyielding blackness.
I picked up my pace, ignoring the pain in my knee and the way the ropes cut into my skin, and charged ahead. The silence of the tunnel was pierced only by the sound of my rapid breathing and the occasional scuffle of my shoes against the dirt floor. I must have been fifty feet away from the archway when I felt it—the sticky embrace of spider webs.
Goosebumps rippled across my skin as I realized what had just happened. I hate spiders. The mere thought of them skittering across my face, their sticky webs clinging to my hair and eyelashes, made my stomach churn. But with my arms bound behind my back, I had no way to protect myself, no way to brush the feeling away. Panic bubbled up, threatening to overwhelm me as I felt more tendrils of the sticky web brush against my cheek, adhering to my skin like a cold, clammy hand.
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from breaking into a full on sprint towards the exit as panic consumed me. The sticky strands of the spider webs clung to my face and neck, making it feel like the very air was thick with them. I could practically feel the creatures’ tiny legs tickling my skin, and I was certain that they were crawling all over my body, their spindly limbs skittering across my flesh.
So caught up in the horror of the clinging spiderwebs and the fear of Lenix’s pursuit, I didn’t notice the tripwire stretched just before the archway. My legs tangled in the nearly invisible strand and I went tumbling forward, the wind knocked out of me yet again as I landed with a thud on the damp grass just beyond the opening. The impact was jarring, sending pain shooting through my bruised knee and the ropes around my elbows and wrists digging deeper into my skin.
As I lay there, my mind racing, I could still feel the sticky threads of the web clinging to my face and neck, the phantom sensation of spider legs dancing across my skin. My heart hammered in my chest, the panic making it difficult to think as I started rolling on the ground, desperately trying to dislodge the clinging strands. So caught up in my own hysteria I nearly missed the audible ‘ping’ of the tripwire releasing tension as my foot lifted up, and the sharp chime of a bell echoing through the quiet.
A fresh wave of panic kicked in, and the spiders were forgotten. Awkwardly I scrambled to my feet, pain screaming through my knee and the ropes cutting deeper into my skin, but I had to keep moving. With the bell giving away my position, I was certain Lenix would be on me soon. I took a deep breath, pushing aside the sticky feeling of the strands of the web that clung to me like unwanted memories, and began making my way up the incline and back into the maze.
The path ahead was laden with shadows casting eerie patterns on the ground through the gaps in the hedgerows. As I stumbled forward, I felt a cold sweat break out across my forehead, and I could almost feel the weight of Lenix’s stare on the back of my neck. Every step was agony, but I had to keep moving, and had to find a way out of this twisted game.
And then, just as I was about to turn a corner, my feet were suddenly kicked out from under me. The world spun as I fell hard onto my side, the ropes around my wrists and elbows scraping against the damp grass. I would have cried out loudly were enough for the cloth in my mouth gagging me, muffling any coherent sound I could make.
Before I knew what had happened, I felt weight on the backs of my knees, ropes being circled around my ankles and tightly cinched. I looked over my shoulder and saw Lenix’s cruel grin in the dim light, his eyes glinting with victory. His fingers expertly wrapping more rope around my knees, he yanked it tight, sending a sharp pain shooting through my legs and making me whimper into the gag.
“Good girl,” he crooned, his voice a mockery of praise, “you put up more of a fight than I expected.” He leaned over me, his hot breath tickling the shell of my ear. “But now, the game is over and it’s time for me to take my reward.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, the reality of my situation crashing down on me once more.
With a swift, practiced motion, he stood and then took off his pants, his hard cock springing free. It slapped against his thigh with an audible smack, the head flushed and glistening with anticipation. He stepped closer, the smell of his arousal thick in the air, and I could feel the heat from his body as he leaned over me. His erection hovered above me like a threat, an intimidating reminder of his power and my vulnerability.
As he got down on his knees I decided to take advantage of his orders to resist one last time before I knew I would have to once again play the part of the willing submissive. With a burst of adrenaline, I rolled onto my side, tucking my legs in close to my body and thrusted both heels out in a desperate attempt to kick him. As thoroughly bound as I was I knew there was no chance for escape now, but the thought of enacting a little consequence free rebellion gave me a spark of joy.
Unfortunately, Lenix was ready for my feeble attempt at rebellion. With a swiftness that belied his bulk, he caught my feet mid-kick, his grip like steel. He hoisted my ankles high into the air, leaving my body arched and exposed. A wicked grin played on his lips as he took in my bound form, the ropes digging into my skin serving only to heighten his sadistic pleasure.
“Your fight makes it all the more delicious Taylor, so I thank you for that,” Lenix sneered as he easily countered my desperate kick, his grip on my ankles unyielding. “But now, it’s time for you to remember your place.” He held my ankles high and I yelped while squirming frantically as I felt my thong ripped away. The cool night air brushed against my exposed pussy, making me shiver in fear and anticipation of what was to come. The ropes around my arms and legs dug deeper into my skin as I struggled to escape, but his grip was too strong.
With one swift motion, he pulled me close and thrust into me, filling me completely. The force of it made my eyes water, and a muffled bellow of pain and shock escaped from behind the gag. He was rough, so much rougher than any of the men I'd encountered in the consensual BDSM scenes I’d had set up once upon a time. There was no care, no concern for my comfort or pleasure, only the driving need to claim what he believed was his property.
And whether I wanted to admit it or not, it was fucking hot…
“Oh fuck yeah, take it all!” Lenix growled as he slammed into me with a brutal force that stole my breath. My eyes watered and my body convulsed, torn between the agony of the ropes and the unwelcome pleasure that his cock brought.
He held my ankles firmly on his broad shoulder, the muscles of his neck and arms straining with the effort of his brutal pounding. Each movement sent shockwaves of sensation through my body, my legs quivering and useless against the onslaught. The coin-belt remained in place, the metal digging into my skin as his pace grew more frenzied, the jingle of the coins a taunting reminder of my enslavement.
“Hunting pussy never gets old,” Lenix chuckled darkly, his grip on my ankles tightening as he pushed his cock deeper into me. Each thrust was like a hammer to my soul, each plunge into my unwilling depths a declaration of his power over me. His grin grew wider as he watched the tears stream down my face, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the sight of my pain.
The truth was the tears streaming down my face weren’t from pain, but the overwhelming sensations that I just couldn’t handle. The ropes, the gag, the cold earth beneath me, the weight of his body—it was all too much, yet it was all I could think about. Each thrust was a reminder that in that moment I was his, that I had no say in what happened to me. And as much as I hated to admit it, there was a dark allure to the feeling of being completely at someone else’s mercy.
And then, quicker than ever, I was cumming, an orgasm more intense than I’d ever felt before ripped through me. It was as if every nerve in my body was on fire, each one reaching a crescendo of pleasure that left me trembling and exposed. My body bucked and writhed beneath him, the ropes around my arms and legs pulling taut, my muffled cries of ecstasy echoing through the night.
But even as the pleasure consumed me, I knew I’d made a mistake. A wicked burn sizzled across my ass, and my eyes flew open to meet Lenix’s grinning face as he brought his hand down on my flesh again. The pain was intense, a sharp contrast to the euphoria that had just overtaken me. I realized with horror that I’d cum without his permission, a transgression that would not go unpunished.
But the orgasm that had just ravaged me was nothing compared to the one that followed. As the last spasms of pleasure subsided, the wicked burn of his hand on my ass grew stronger, and suddenly, I was cumming again, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. Lenix’s grin grew wider as he watched my body respond to his punishment, my hips bucking wildly as he continued to spank me, each hit sending another jolt of pleasure through me.
And then, with a final grunt, he joined me in climax. His cock swelled inside me, and I could feel his hot cum filling me up as he emptied himself into my pussy. My pussy clamped down on him, milking him of every drop as if trying to claim some power in this depraved dance. His grip on my ankles tightened, and he slammed into me one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go before collapsing against my bound legs.
For a moment, there was silence. The only sound was our ragged breathing and the jingle of the coin-belt as he pulled out. I lay there, feeling used and discarded, the ropes cutting into my skin as I rolled onto my side. Breathing heavily I lay there listening to the sound of rustling clothing as Lenix dressed behind me, the orgasming bliss fading as the weight of my failure sunk in. I had enjoyed it, even with the pain and humiliation. That was something he wasn’t supposed to know. Something he wasn’t supposed to see.
More than that I had failed to escape, the hope of rescue was a distant memory like the sun’s warm embrace. As the last of his spunk leaked out of my abused pussy and onto the cold earth, I felt a warm trickle of defeat slide down my cheek. Turning my head I saw Lenix was unfazed, tucking his cock away with a smug smile as he stood above me.
“So, slave, did you enjoy my favorite game?” Lenix ’s voice was a sneer in the dark as he stepped back, allowing the cold air to caress my exposed body. “Your screams were delicious, and the way your cunt clamped down on my cock when I spanked you… it’s been too long since I’ve had a toy that could perform like that.” He leaned down, his hot breath against my ear as he whispered, “In fact, I think you deserve the reward of spending the night in my bed.”
I groaned as the world spun around me and before I knew it, I had been swung up and over onto his shoulder, watching as the maze moved below me. His steps were swift and sure, and the jingle of the coins on my belt grew fainter and fainter until we emerged from the labyrinth of hedgerows out into the open air of the estate. The moon cast a silver light over the manicured lawns as Lenix carried me back towards my opulent prison.
Still, as I swung back and forth, I knew if this was Lenix’s favorite game, I’d eventually get another chance at freedom. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't give up hope… I just couldn’t. And I had to remember why I was fighting, who I was fighting for. I focused on Hana, her terrified eyes when she had been first taken away from me, her pained cries echoing in my mind. That was the reality of this twisted place and we had to get out of here…together.
Soon enough the estate's large stone stairway loomed before us once more, the fountain’s trickling water echoing through the silent courtyard as we ascended. Each step Lenix took was a stab of pain, his firm grip on my bound body sending jolts through my bruised limbs. With one hand, he opened the heavy double doors leading inside the estate, revealing the grand entrance hall with its gleaming marble floors and soaring ceilings.
I continued swaying and bouncing in his iron grip as he shut the doors behind us with his free hand. From my precarious position over his shoulder, I grew concerned when I noticed we weren’t heading towards the familiar corridor that led to the dungeon’s secret entrance in the linen closet. I had silently hoped his taunt about me spending the night in his bed had simply been that, a taunt. Instead, Lenix ascended the grand staircase, I didn’t know where we were going but my stomach twisted into a tight knot with each step we climbed.
Finally, after traversing a few of the second floor’s hallways we stopped in front of a set of imposing oak doors. He kicked them open with a bang that echoed through the hushed hallway, revealing a vast office. The scent of leather and aged paper filled my nose as my eyes took in the room as Lenix moved inside, adjusting to the dimly lit space. Bookshelves lined the walls, floor to ceiling, filled with leather-bound tomes that looked as if they hadn’t been touched in decades. The heavy scent of cigars lingered in the air, hinting at the room’s frequent use despite its antiquated appearance. Large windows offered a grand view of the garden maze, now a twisted shadowy puzzle in the moonlit night and a reminder of my recent humiliation and failure.
Lenix carried me over to a large mahogany desk in the center of the room and dumped me unceremoniously onto my belly on the hardwood. My head swam as I tried to catch my breath, the wood cool beneath my bruised skin. Next I watched as he pulled a zip tie from his pocket with a sinister smile, a glint in his eye as he looked at me with predatory hunger. “You’re going to be a good little desk ornament while I go over a few emails before bed, understand?" he said, his voice a low purr.
Solemnly I nodded my head as I felt my ankles being tugged back, the zip tie wrapping around the cinch of the ropes already digging into my skin. The pressure grew as he pulled tighter, my ankles forced closer to my wrists until I was folded into an extreme hogtie, my body a tightly bound pretzel on the cold, hard mahogany desk. The sound of plastic teeth biting together was loud in the hushed room. The discomfort was intense, but I bit down on the cloth in my mouth to muffle any noise.
Lenix’s chair squeaked as he sat down, his hands grabbing a nearby tablet to start swiping through emails. The sound of his fingers tapping filled the room, the taps breaking the heavy silence that had settled over us. I lay there, my body contorted and my eyes watering from the pain, watching him work as if I weren’t even there.
With one hand still tapping, he reached out with the other to push my loincloth to the side, his fingertips grazing the bruised flesh of my ass. He began to trace slow circles around the edges, his touch feather-light, almost soothing in the wake of the intense pain I had just endured. I let my mind be distracted by the pleasant sensation, forgetting for a brief moment the horror of the night’s events.
For a few minutes or so I lay there as his hand slowly traveled up and down my back, the occasional gentle caress across my bruised ass cheeks. It was a strange, almost comforting sensation amidst the pain and fear that had become my new reality. His touch grew more assertive, and I felt his palm come to rest firmly on the small of my back, pressing me down into the desk. The sound of his typing grew more sporadic, punctuated by deep sighs that suggested he was growing impatient with his work.
Finally, he put down his tablet and the room was filled with the sound of a knife being pulled from his pocket. The cold metal of the blade sent a shiver down my spine as he held it up to the light, admiring the way it gleamed before bringing it closer to me. With a swift snip, the zip tie was severed and I felt a brief surge of relief as my muscles spasmed from the sudden release of tension. But before I could even attempt to move, Lenix’s hand was on me again, his grip firm as he pulled me upright so that I was sitting on the edge of the desk.
“You know, I thought having a nice pretty decoration on my desk would take away from the boredom of work emails,” Lenix mused, his eyes lingering on the knife as it danced in his hand. “But it turns out you’re quite the distraction.” He leaned in closer, the blade glinting in the moonlight.
As he brought the knife to the top of my costume, the tablet on his desk let out an alert. The sudden beep pierced the tension in the room, making both of us jump. Lenix’s grip on the knife tightened for a moment before he set it down with a clatter. He picked up the tablet, his frown deepening as he read whatever notification had interrupted our twisted interlude. He started to reach into his pocket, as if to pull out a phone that wasn’t there.
“Shit, where’s my damn phone?” Lenix growled, his eyes flicking from the tablet to me, then to his other pants pocket. Reaching into the one without the knife, his hand emerged empty, and he tossed the device aside with a snarl. “Damn it, It must have fallen out during the… festivities.” He took a deep breath, his hand hovered over the knife, fingers twitching as he looked between it and the tablet.
“You,” he pointed at me with a finger that had been stroking the cold steel just moments before, “Stay put, don’t you dare move a muscle.” His eyes bore into mine, the promise of pain clear in the intensity of his gaze. “If I come back and you’re not exactly where I left you, the next round will be much, much worse.” With that, he grabbed his knife and strode out of the room, the door slamming shut with a finality that echoed through the office.
My heart hammered in my chest as I took in the room around me. The single light from the desk lamp cast long shadows across the floor, leaving the bookshelves in a cloak of darkness. The office was a treasure trove of potential secrets and hidden escape tools. I had to act quickly and quietly, before Lenix returned from his frantic search.
Gently, I shifted my weight on the desk, testing my bonds. The ropes that held my arms and ankles in place were tight, but not unbearable. My eyes darted to the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the darkened maze outside. I thought of the exit that had eluded me, and how different things might be if I had only found it. The moon now lay hidden under cloud cover, making it impossible to see any details of the exit that I had searched for so desperately.
My gaze shifted to the desk beneath me, the smooth mahogany surface littered with various objects: a fountain pen, a leather notebook, and a silver letter opener. The latter caught my eye, glinting in the soft lamplight. It wasn’t much, but it was something sharp that might be able to cut through the ropes. I took a deep breath and tried to calm the racing thoughts in my head. I had to be smart, to think like I was playing one of the games Lenix enjoyed so much.
With a cautious movement, I brought my bound wrists closer to the letter opener, the ropes biting into my skin as I stretched. My eyes remained glued to the door, listening for any sign that he was returning. The anticipation was agonizing, my pulse thumping in my ears like the bass of a distant drum. When the coast remained clear, I began the painstaking process of shimmying over to the corner of the desk where the letter opener lay.
Reaching for the letter opener with trembling hands, I grasped the cool metal, feeling the weight of the silver handle in my palm. My hope grew with every inch I brought it closer to the ropes that held my wrists captive. But as I touched the dull edge to the thick ropes, reality set in. The opener was not a knife, and its pointed tip was designed for piercing paper, not slicing through the coarse material that bound me.
Frustrated, I dropped the letter opener with a clatter, the sound reverberating in the tense silence like a gunshot. Panic spiked through me, fearing that somebody might have heard the noise, but the room remained quiet except for my ragged breathing. Looking down at the desk underneath me, I wondered if perhaps there might be something else, something more substantial that could serve as an escape tool.
Carefully I swung my bound legs over the edge of the desk, hopped down and onto my heels, the ropes cutting into my skin as I tried to maintain balance. The carpet surrounding Lenix’s desk was soft underfoot, muffling any sounds of struggle as I scanned the desk drawers. Each was secured with a heavy brass handle, gleaming in the dim light. With trembling hands, I pulled on one drawer, feeling the resistance as it slowly gave way. Inside, I found nothing but neatly organized stationery and paperclips, the mundane objects mocking the chaos of my current predicament.
In the next drawer, I found little more than a number of envelopes and a stack of business cards. The next three drawers were a similar disappointment, filled with nothing but office supplies and paperwork. The desperation grew with every failed attempt to find something useful. The only sound was my breathing, heavy and desperate in the quiet of the night.
Finally, crouching down I reached for the last bottom drawer, my eyes squeezed shut as if not seeing it would somehow change the outcome. It slid open with a heavy sigh, the scent of leather and metal assaulting my nostrils. My eyes shot open, and my heart skipped a beat. There, nestled among an array of kinky toys, cuffs, and chains, lay a simple black key ring. Bound in ropes as I was, none of the keys would do me any good at the moment, but perhaps I could hide them in a secure spot for future use.
‘Success’ I thought, as I turned my body with the grace of a contortionist and reached down with trembling hands for the key ring. However, fate had other plans. Just as my fingertips brushed the cold metal, the door to Lenix’s office swung open and I abruptly stood upright, my heart racing like a wild horse.
For a moment Lenix just stood there, staring down at his phone, oblivious to my snooping. But when he looked up and saw me on the floor instead of where he had left me, his face contorted into anger. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” he bellowed, his eyes burning with rage as he stormed towards me.
Before I knew what was happening, Lenix’s hand was around my neck, slamming my face down onto the desk. The force knocked the air from my lungs, and my eyes watered from the pain as the wood pressed against my nose. The next thing I felt was his powerful body pushing down on mine, his weight pinning me against the cold, unyielding surface.
“Is this how you reward your master’s trust?” Lenix’s voice was a furious growl, his grip tightening around my throat as I gagged around the cloth. His eyes blazed with a fury that seemed to illuminate the shadowy room. He yanked me up by the hair, my head snapping back as I struggled to breathe. “Snooping like a little mouse,” he spat, his fingers digging into my scalp as he turned my face to meet his gaze.
Gagged as I was all I could do was whimper out an apology, the cleave gag in my mouth muffling any coherent words. But Lenix wasn’t looking for an apology, his eyes were fixed on the prize that was my bent over form, my ass hanging over the edge of the desk, vulnerable and exposed. His hand released my hair, only to come down hard across my bare skin, sending a shock of pain through my body.
The sound of his hand meeting my flesh echoed in the room, punctuating the silence like the crack of a whip. He didn’t stop, his palm coming down with a rhythmic brutality that had me squirming under his touch. Each smack grew harder, each one pushing me closer to the edge of what I could endure. My eyes watered, my vision blurred and suddenly I could feel the warm wetness of tears streaming down my face.
“I was going to reward you with a nice, good sensual fuck after how well you behaved today.” Lenix’s words were like a knife in my gut as he continued to rain down blows on my ass. “But now… Now, I think the only one who’s earned a release is me for putting up with your disobedience."
Suddenly, Lenix’s hand stilled and I heard the unmistakable sound of a drawer opening, the very one I had just been snooping in. My heart pounded in my chest like a jackhammer as he rummaged through the contents. I had no idea what he was looking for, but the ominous sound of him searching sent waves of fear crashing through me.
The sound that really caught my attention was the unmistakable pop of a bottle cap, followed by the squelch of lubricant. My mind raced, trying to understand what Lenix was preparing as his hand pushed my loincloth aside and I felt the cold wetness of lube being applied to my most vulnerable spot. My body tensed, the anticipation of the pain making me tremble. I tried to squirm away, my eyes wide with fear, but his hand on my lower back was like an iron vice, keeping me in place.
A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye as I felt the cold, wet digit press against my anus. My body was a whirlwind of panic, every muscle fighting against his intrusion. The lubricant was cool against my skin, and the sensation of his finger penetrating me was as unwelcome as the sting of a wasp. I could feel him smearing it around, preparing to push further.
Of all the kinks and all my experimentation with past lovers, I had never allowed someone to take me anally outside of a butt plug. Even then, it had always been pre-arranged, consented, and with lots of preparation. Now, Lenix was going to do it to me, not as a reward, but as a punishment. I could feel his anger in the way he pushed his finger in and out, the cold lube doing little to truly prepare me for what was to come.
My anus contracted around his digit, trying to keep him out, but Lenix was unforgiving. He pushed in further, the burn of the intrusion bringing a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying my pain. “You’re going to learn to take whatever I give you, slave,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust and dominance. “That includes punishment for your disobedience.”
Knowing there was no fighting this, I clenched my eyes shut and laid my head down on the desk, my forehead pressing into the cold wood. I tried to focus on my breathing, on anything other than the searing pain as his finger stretched me wide open. The room was silent except for the sound of his heavy breaths and the wet squelch of his digit moving in and out of me.
After what seemed like forever his finger retreated, leaving me feeling empty and violated. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being pulled down and his pants hitting the floor. I took a deep breath and tried not to panic, focusing instead on the coolness of the desk beneath my cheek.
‘I can do this, I can do this’ I thought to myself as the hot sensation of his tip pressed against my tight hole. I felt him push, the pain was sharp and white hot as he slowly entered me, inch by agonizing inch. It was like my body was being torn apart, each second stretching into an eternity of pain and fear. The burn grew stronger until I was sure I couldn’t take anymore, until suddenly he was fully seated inside of me.
The groan of Lenix's pure satisfaction filled the room as he held still for a moment, his cock buried deep within me. My body was trembling uncontrollably, the pain of his entry leaving me feeling both violated and broken. I could feel the wetness of my own tears mixing with the sweat that beaded on my forehead as I lay there, trying to accept the unthinkable reality of what was happening.
Slowly Lenix began pumping his hips, his thick cock moving in and out of my tight, unprepared anus. The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a white-hot agony that seemed to consume my entire being. My eyes were clenched shut, my breath coming in ragged gasps through my nose as I fought not to scream around the gag.
But then, something strange began to happen. As Lenix continued to move, his initial thrusts slow and deliberate, the pain didn’t lessen, but it began to shift. It was still there, a constant reminder of the cruelty of my circumstances, but there was something else. Something that was unwelcome and confusing. The feeling grew from a dull ache into a pulsing throb that was almost…almost pleasurable.
I felt a warmth spreading from my ass to my belly, a sensation that was alien and unwelcome given the situation. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, the heat of embarrassment mixing with the pain and fear. As Lenix picked up his pace, my breasts began to lift off the table with each of his thrusts, the rings piercing my nipples tugging with every movement, sending shockwaves of sensation down to my clit.
My body was betraying me, and I hated it. But I couldn’t deny the building pressure, the way my pussy was clenching and releasing with each of his movements. It was yet another battle between my mind and my body, a fight between the horror of my circumstances and the innate need to survive and find some semblance of pleasure even in the darkest moments.
Lenix’s thrusts grew more vigorous, his breath hitching in his throat as he neared his climax. I felt the beginnings of my own, despite the pain and fear. It was like my body was screaming at me, trying to tell me that this was wrong, that I didn’t want this. But the traitorous heat between my legs was spreading, the slickness of my arousal mixing with the coldness of the lubricant.
Knowing that Lenix would never grant me the mercy of release, I clenched my jaw and held in my moans. Each stroke of his cock sent waves of pain and unwanted pleasure crashing through me, and I focused on the latter, waiting for the moment when I could claim it for myself without his knowledge. His breath grew ragged, his grip tightening on my hips as he approached his own climax. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he held himself back from fully letting go.
Then, just as I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, I felt the pressure building in my core, the tension coiling tight like a spring about to snap. As Lenix let out a particularly loud groan of pleasure, I took advantage of his distraction and let myself go, my body shuddering with the force of my silent orgasm. It was a stolen victory in this twisted game, a fleeting moment of rebellion against his control.
My release had a domino effect, my sphincter tightening around his cock, milking him without my consent. Lenix’s eyes snapped to mine, and for a brief, terrifying moment, I thought he’d realized my silent rebellion. But his gaze was hazed with his own impending climax, his grip intensified and he started to relentlessly slam into me, his hips slapping against my bruised flesh. I bit down on the cloth in my mouth, barely stifling any sound that might give me away as my orgasm crashed through me, stealing my breath.
Then, with a final grunt, he emptied himself into my body, filling me with more of his hot, sticky seed. The feeling was a mix of disgust and perverse pleasure that I didn’t want to admit to myself. My body trembled, the intensity of my emotions overwhelming me. His thrusts grew shallower, his breathing ragged, and I felt his grip on my hips loosen slightly as he pulled out, the sound of my skin releasing from his cock was almost as loud as the slamming door in my mind, closing off the part of me that had enjoyed this.
Lenix stepped away, leaving me there, bent over his desk, the ropes still digging into my arms and legs, my body quivering with the aftershocks of our forced union. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room, the only sound my heavy breathing and the sound of a clock ticking in the background, a silent judge of the horror that had just unfolded. I lay there, breathing hard, feeling his seed leak out of me and down my thighs, a sticky reminder of the power he had claimed over my body.
“Good girl,” he murmured, my eyes widened as his hand came down to gently caress my cheek, and I had to fight the urge to flinch away from his touch. “I thought you were lying for sure about your experience with anal, which is the only reason I’m going to overlook the fact that you came without permission.”
With a smug grin, he stepped back and pulled up his pants and buckled his belt with a swift, efficient movement. He then turned to his desk, hitting a button on the intercom. “Charles,” he said, his voice cool and detached, “Please come to my office.”
I heard the footsteps of the loyal butler approaching, and within moments, he was in the room. His gaze flickered over to me, a roll of his eyes the only indication of his disdain for the scene that had unfolded. “Sir?” he inquired, his tone neutral.
Lenix’s hand lingered on my cheek for a moment longer, a final brand of his possession before he turned to Charles. “Take her back to her cell,” he instructed, his voice devoid of emotion. “Make sure she’s secured and cleaned up. I have an urgent matter at the office I need to attend to in the morning.”
“Very good, sir. How long will you be gone?” Charles asked, his voice maintaining the same calm demeanor despite the depravity he’d just walked in on.
“Who knows, the incompetence of the board knows no bounds.” Lenix’s words were clipped as he buttoned the flap of his pants, his eyes never leaving the mirror as he smoothed down his shirt. “Make sure they don’t cause any trouble, and get plenty of ‘exercise’.”
And with that cryptic statement my legs were untied and I was led out of the room, spending the entire trip back to my cell remembering the horror that had been our morning’s… ‘exercise’.