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I had moved in with Bauer about eight months ago, and the honeymoon phase had officially worn off. We had started officially dating in high school, but had been long distance while I was getting my degree. It had always been fun when we saw each other, exciting. Meeting in hotel rooms on vacation, or having holidays with the families, we were pretty much shoe-ins to be married, and when I came back from school he popped the question. We had now been married for 6 months. My friend Julia almost didn't go to the wedding claiming she got "bad vibes" but she came around after a lot of begging on my part and some good behavior on his.
I loved Bauer, and he loved me. I expected happily ever after honestly.
“Lila!” he roared from the other room. His voice raising above the game that was on. I hoped they won, he was always a little too rough in bed after when his team lost. I hopped off the treadmill and went to the fridge. As the glass clanked against each other I heard him yell again.
“Coming!” I shouted back, and brought him his ice cold beer.
Bauer sat in his chair, arm out stretched but not looking away from the TV. Shit. They were behind a touch down. I made a mental note to try and make plans with friend in the next hour, try and miss the wrath that was Bauer’s cock when his team lost.
I moved out of the room as to not catch his attention and texted my friend Julia. She picked me up in the hour and I sent a text to Bauer:
“didn’t wanna interrupt your game, out with Jules :) “
We were on our our 5th drink when he finally responded.
“wtf?”
My stomach dropped a little.
“You alright girl?” Julia asked, seeing my expression.
“Yeah, B is just texting me.”
I wrote back. “What’s wrong? Is that ok?”
Julia was looking over my shoulder.
“MmMm. Fuck that. Of course it’s ok. Don’t give him that power Lila! He’s a grown man, he can mourn his team being out of the playoffs by himself.”
I looked up, “Out of the playoffs. you mean they’re done? For the whole season?” It was silly, but I felt panicked. Bauer was probably livid right now.
“Jules, I gotta go.”
She gave me a no you don’t look but stood with me outside while I waited for my Lyft.
We hugged and she said, “Just remember Lil, his name is Bauer, not Power, so don’t let him have power over you.”
I rolled my eyes, and got in the car.
Livid didn’t even begin to describe Bauer. I walked through the door, the alcohol causing me to stumble slightly and he was in the entry way, veins protruding from his neck, biceps looking like solid rocks with his arms crossed. His eyes flashed and his lips were in a thin line.
“Where the fuck were you Lila?”
“I told you, out with Jules.” It didn’t come out nearly as strong as I wanted to.
“For hours? On a Sunday night? bullshit!”
“Bauer, babe, what the hell, I’m not lying to you! I just—“
I felt the pain in the back of my head and then my shoulders as I was slammed against the door. I slipped in my heels and was dangling from his grip still around my neck.
“You just what? Left, before dinner, during the most important game of the season, while I was completely distracted? You thought I wouldn’t notice?”
My reflexes slowed from alcohol I pulled at his fist, trying to speak but my air felt shallow and precious so I gasped instead. I met his eyes, and they narrowed but he dropped me. Instead of standing I fell to the ground, coughing.
“Bauer, that fucking hurt! What the fuck?” Now that I was free I felt angry, but it melted away into fear as his voice boomed over mine.
“UNLESS YOU WANT MORE, TELL ME WHERE YOU WERE”
I shrank and felt hot tears start to run down my cheeks.
I opened my phone and showed him my pictures, all with Jules, all time stamped. He looked through all of them, and then tossed my phone to the ground before stomping out of the room. I heard more clanging as the fridge opened. But I just sat there stunned.
I went to bed, and felt him come lay next to me. He whispered apologies in my ear and kissed me. After awhile I kissed him back. He held me in his strong arms and I started to drift asleep.
One arm around and under me, I felt his other hand slowly begin to roam over my breasts and torso. I feigned sleep but as he started to grind his fingers into my pussy from my underwear I knew pretending would no longer work.
I murmured softly,
“tomorrow babe, I’m tired.” A half truth, I was still upset from earlier and with his game losing… I couldn’t take that tonight.
He kept probing and began to kiss me again, hot kisses that covered my neck and face and nipples. While my nipples grew hard, and my pussy wet, my mind was made up.
“Babe, tomorrow.”
He ignored me, moving on top of me, his arm that had been under me now firmly pinning my shoulder to the mattress.
“Bauer” I said more sternly, taking the sleepiness from my tone
“shh. I’ll be quick.”
“Bauer no!”
My panties were ripped to my ankles expertly and I felt the press of his cock immediately after. I closed my legs, but felt myself glided back open as he inserted his body between my thighs, raising my legs. I pushed at his shoulder, but he was immovable. And in moments his cock was rammed into me, full force.
I felt a sear of pain as my body stretched to accept him. His full length sheathing and unsheathing into my slit. My words turned to pants and he crooned.
“that’s it bitch, take my cock.”
Alarm bells went off in my head, he never spoke to me that way during sex unless he was going to fuck me hard, and I hated when he did it.
“Bauer stop!” I tried again,
His strength and thrusts doubled, words felt impossible and the still felt tipsy and weak. He leaned in forcing himself still deeper and I felt a flash of pain as his cock connected with my cervix. My body burned, but the more I struggled the more it hurt so I just lay there, letting him use me as his fuck doll to let off steam.
By the time I felt him pulse inside me, it was late into the night. I didn’t dare move but it wouldn’t have mattered with him spooning me, his arms possessively locking me into place.
The next morning I was aching, and sore. On the average day, I thought I looked quite pretty. Dark brown hair, soft skin, toning from daily workouts. Today all I noticed was how broken I looked, mascara smudging under my dark blue eyes, and my red lipstick from last night smeared across my large mouth. My breasts were medium and perky, but today they also looked swollen and abused from his biting and suckling. I could see purple bruises along my shoulder, neck, waist and hips.
I texted Julie and all she sent back was: “LEAVE HIM.”
I looked back at Bauer in bed, his muscled body looked relaxed and soft when he slept, his features smoothed of anger. It was hard to believe that man, my fiance, had caused all these bruises and pain on and in my body. Maybe some time apart would help. I gathered my things, just enough for a few nights into a bag and set in next to the door to wash my face, then brush my hair and teeth. When I came back into the room however, Bauer was up. There was a moments pause and I reflexively darted my eyes to my bag and back. He was on me in a moment, that hand once again pressed against my neck.
“You were going to fucking leave me?”
I shook my head, unable to explain.
“Fuck Lila, I give you everything, I put up with your school bullshit, your lame ass family, you constantly going out with your friends, and you can’t even put out for a night without deciding to ditch?”
My words in my mouth dried up under my fear and his anger. His breathing was heavy, veins and muscles bulging, and he looked more like an angry bull than a man in that moment. I decided to fuck my spare clothes and darted towards the open door. But he was faster, grabbing me by my hair and tossing me to the ground. Air left me as his foot connected with my stomach and I doubled over in pain. The door slammed and by the time I was able to lift myself up I ran to it, only for the door to not budge an inch, the doorknob twirling on the handle uselessly. I was trapped.
I begged at the door all day. I had long given up the search for my phone and realized he must have taken it, so I simply sobbed and pleaded his name. It was dusk by the time I heard the door jiggle and creak open. He stood, taking up the frame, features I once found handsome taking on a new nightmarish tone. I got up from the floor where I had been laying. I tried to sound sweet, and somewhat calm.
“Bauer. There you are. Please, babe, let me go. I won’t leave you, that was dumb, it was a mistake. I’ll stay. Just let me out.” I was literally begging on my knees.
He looked down at me but his eyes were cold. He didn’t respond.
I decided to go for a more subtle tactic. I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday and I could feel my stomach gnawing on itself, I pleaded for relief instead.
“At least get me some food? I need to eat. I’ll starve in here. I could make us something?”
He lifted and held my chin, caressing my jawline with his thumb.
“How about this. You suck me off and I’ll feed you.”
“Jesus Bauer…” I started to turn away from him, unable to believe he was being this way. But he held my jaw firmly, keeping my eye contact.
“Starve then” He tossed me head away and began to back away towards the door. My stomach ached with pain, realizing it wasn’t getting food.
“Fine!” I cried out. “I’ll do it.”
He turned back, unzipping his pants. I had given Bauer plenty of blowjobs over the years, but this felt different. I felt low, and dirty, and my eyes leaked hot tears. His dick jutted out, as hard and angry as he was. It was massive, and I felt all the smaller in the moment. I opened my mouth and he immediately popped his length inside, smoothing it against my tongue, and making me savor his salty flesh. I felt saliva build in my mouth as I sucked and licked, and pulled back for air, but his hand pulled at my hair and jammed his cock farther into my mouth. I coughed and gasped but he kept it deep in my throat, using the back of my head to force it even deeper. The smacking of his lubricated cock hitting the back of my throat, me gasps and his deep guttural moans were the only noise in our small house as I sucked his cock in order to feed myself.
I could feel the oncoming flood of semen before it hit, and I reflexively tried to shove against his legs to pull myself free, but he held firm. Hot thick liquid burst and filled my mouth and I was forced to swallow it in order to breath. I went on all fours to coughing and sputtering and when I looked up he was zipping his fly and moving towards the door.
“Wait!” I cried out “You said you would feed me!” He turned away, and as the door slammed and locked he replied,
“I just did.”
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It was hard to tell how much time passed. I drank water from the on-suite bathroom facet to keep hydrated, and bathed often to make myself feel human. But I felt gaunt and week, and my head hurt from hunger. He came into the bedroom well into the night, possibly early morning and appeared drunk.
“Your bitch friend called.” He said as he came in. “I texted her for you and said we were working shit out.” I didn’t respond. I was too tired and hungry. I lay on the bed with my back to him and flinched as he curled his arms around me, embracing me like a lover and not his captive. Kissing my back and shoulders he removed the nightgown I had put on myself and squeezed my breasts as if trying to pop them.
“Mmm” He moaned. “You smell you Lila.” I didn’t respond but whimpered as I felt his cock between my legs. The head of it probing for entrance. I wanted to fight, but felt to faint to even attempt it. Instead I braced myself as he opened my lips and forced himself into my not yet wet pussy. It felt like I was being branded as he violently jerked into my hole, bursts of pain coursing through my entire body. Finally with enough momentum he began a steady rhythm, dragging my hips closer so he could go deeper.
With no help from me, he made himself comfortably fucking my body. I stared at the wall, trying to ignore not only the searing pain of his cock, but the emptiness it brought to my stomach. I felt like I was dying.
Om our sides we could only move so fast, and he eventually grabbed hold of my neck, choking me and pulling up on my limp form before dragging back down on my lips for greater friction. Once more the room was filled my my gasps and his moans and eventually I grew dizzy and disoriented from the lack of food and oxygen. He continued to use me as I faded in and out of consciousness.
At some point he stopped. Releasing himself into me before then releasing his hold on me. I lay there, bruised and ruined, unable to move. It was another hour with his soft snores that his flaccid meat slipped from my gapping wet hole and he rolled over. It took time but I gained the courage to move towards the door. I would run naked and escape into the street if I had to. He couldn’t have locked the door because he was in the room. This was my only chance. I drug myself to the door and opened it. It started to creak and I paused, holding my breath. No change in his snores. Gathering what was left of my strength, of me, I swiftly got through the door and onto my feet. Racing towards the front door. I knocked a chair over in my haste, but it didn’t matter now. I had made it to the front door and pulled— it didn’t move. A padlock hung from the top lock.
“No! No—“
I felt my head pull back before it was slammed into the front door and I lost consciousness.
My eyes blurred open and I automatically began to rise. Two things prevented me. First was my head which was still throbbing. Second was cold metal that hid my throbbing head. I looked up and around, trying to orient myself. I was surrounded by black bars, a faux fur rug beneath me. I couldn’t fully sit up but had to crouch in order to understand my situation. I was in a cage, or small kennel meant for dogs. A similar padlock resting on the opening.
I could see daylight streaming from the window above my enclosure and I called out.
“Bauer! Bauer!” I cries sounding more and more terrified as I took in my small cage.
Bauer came into the room, the door open.
“Hey babe. What’s up?”
“Fuck you! Let me out of here! This is too far!”
“Too far is you trying to run away in the middle of the night like a mad bitch in heat. I figured if you were going to act like I dog, you should be treated my like.” He said this, flipping a remote around in his hand.
“Fuck you!” I shouted again, too angry to fully feel my fear.
“See.” He said, voice dangerous. “That’s what a bitch would say” Then he pressed on the remote and a jolting vibration coursed through my entire body, shaking me to the ground. I must have screamed because he said, pressing the button again, “oooh, babe that was hot, I liked that sound.” This shock was quicker and I was able to feel where it came from. I felt around my neck to a leather strap I hadn’t immediately felt was there. A collar. A shock collar.
I stayed down but cried out uselessly. “Let me out.”
“With pleasure. I was tired of pizza anyway. I’m thinking steaks?”
He unlatched the lock and I had to crawl out on my hands and knees. I was wobbling on my legs as I stood. Feeling like an animal. He pet my hair as if reading my thoughts.
“Good girl. I’d like my steak medium rare.”
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I made him food in the kitchen, what used to me our kitchen, but no longer felt that way. I had a robe on and he played a video game on the couch while I cooked. It almost felt normal. I ate as much as I could while I prepped and worked, not knowing when my next meal would be. He let me sit at the table beside him, though all the while his hand kept close to the remote switch. He finished what was on his plate and yawned.
“Why don’t you go work out on the treadmill while I watch the next game. My team is out but I still have money on a few more players. “
I looked up at him, a mix of anger and confusion on my face, but as he rested his hand on the remote I stood up and took the dishes, hating myself for cleaning them out of habit. I got in my leggings and sports bra and began to slowly walk on the treadmill.
At first it was slow, but as I kept going I began to run out of rage and fear. I allowed myself to just be running and ignoring everything else going on in my life. My body still felt weak from days of not eating but I simply held onto the bars and pressed on.
Just as it was a few days ago, Bauer yelled from the next room.
“Babe, a beer!”
I slowed my run to a trot, but before I could stop completely the shock reverberated through my entire body, piercing my bones. I cried out and stumbled, pressing the emergency stop button and breathing deep, trying to calm my body down. It happened again and I gritted my teeth and surged towards the fridge, bringing the beer to his out stretched hand.
“Take these on your way out” He said, gesturing to the coffee table littered with empty bottles. Quietly I went over and bent to collect them, trying to stay out of the way of his game. As I turned he slapped my ass, almost knocking the bottles from my hands.
“Damn Lila, even after a few days off your ass is firm.” His eyes looked hungry and I chose not to say anything, just left to toss out the bottles and come back for the second round.
This time when I went to pick up the bottles he grabbed my wrist and twisted me to him on the couch. He pulled me in close so I stood there awkwardly while he massaged and squeezed my asscheeks. He took another swig of his beer then stood, towering over me, hands still planted on my ass.
He began kissing at me ear, “You know… this kind of feels a little bit like you’re my sex slave.”
I winced and turned from him but he held me firmly in place.
“Well, I’m not.” I said, trying to make my voice steady, I looked into his eyes. “I’m your wife.”
He pulled me to the other side of the couch so we stood behind it. “I’m starting to think that’s the same thing babe.” The commercial ended and I watched as most of his attention turned to it.
“Well,” I said, pretending to be calm, “better not miss your game.”
He didn’t let me go, just slowly tuned me so I too was facing the TV. My back to him I couldn’t see what he was doing but I felt him pull down his shorts, then I felt his thumbs loop the elastic of my leggings and pull down.
“Bauer, no. please, just watch your game.”
“I think I’ll do both. You can watch too.”
He bent me over, my arms just barley reaching the cushions below and spit into his hand. I felt his wet saliva massaging against my lips and I tried to wriggle away, only for yet another shock to pulse through me. I screamed in pain and another shock exploded through my body. I felt weak and exaghsted by it and shakily remained bent over the couch as he mounted me.
My hips dug into the couch as he began to fuck me, my pussy tingled from the shocks and the sudden friction and I let out a moan. “Shut up bitch. The game is on.” He turned up the volume and continued pumping in and out of me, watching the game and fucking me like nothing more than a pocket pussy. The girth of his dick made the doggy angle painful, I felt like I was being drilled into and would never recover.
Something on the game caused an uproar and he rammed into me faster, roaring “Fuck yeah” and either fucking me or the game. My collar tighter and I gulped for air as he lifted and pulled my head back, holding my collar like the reigns of a horse.
“See that babe. I’m getting everything I need today.” My eyes were too blurred from crying and choking, but I heard the TV announcer yelling touch down and his speed and ferocity had increased. My hips were slammed again, and again into the couch, the top half of my body arched back towards him and his cock slid in and out of me expertly, feeling as if it hit deeper and deeper with each thrust. I began to cry out again and feared him shocking me, but he seemed to think it would shock him as well because he just pulled on my collar tighter and rode harder, saying “shut. the. fuck. up.” with each thrust.
A commercial hit and he turned it down, bending over to hump me with his full attention. He squeezed at my breasts and moaned in my ear before finishing inside me.
“fuuuuuuuck. That was so fucking good baby.” He slipped out of me and let me fall onto the couch, sobbing. He came and sat down next to me, at first cradling me and kissing me, but slapped me across the face when I couldn’t stop crying.
“Fucking get out of here then.”
For a moment I thought he meant to leave, to get out of this house. But when he saw the hopefully confusion in my eyes he got angry, and pulling me by my hair he dragged me up and into the bedroom.
“No!” I cried out, trying to pull back from him.
He opened the cage and drug me inside of it, slamming the door.
“You can just fucking stay in there then, you un-loyal whore.” The lock clicked in place and the door shut. Trapping me inside.
He didn’t let me out that night, or the morning after. He slept in the bed beside me and I slept on the floor in my cage. He force fed me a banana for breakfast, making me deep throat swallow it for his entertainment. Then he was gone for hours on end. The next time I was let out he fucked me on the bed, and then shoved me back in the cage when he was finished. I had stopped begging by that point, the Bauer I had loved had snapped and this monster was in his place.
After a few weeks I was let out more regularly again to cook and clean, to bathe and work out, then I would return to my kennel and wait to be used. It wasn’t until I heard the doorbell ring and Julia’s voice that I regained some hope.
To Be Continued. -->
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