Author's Note: I originally intended Kitsune to be a short piece, but in the comments there was some interest in what came next. As the fates would have it, I found I hadn't explored it adequately enough either, so here's a sequel of sorts with the perspective swapped. Disclaimer that I continued with the rather dark tone of Kitsune, and I again left it open ended. So whatever fate you envision for our protagonist will be the one she faces; it's a rather somber and exhausting story for me to return to despite how much fun it was to write. I await your responses, until then I'll be recovering with kitty gifs on reddit.

It looked as though it were a beautiful summer day outside. I could see the tantalizing blue sky through the high windows. I could hear the wind rustle through the leaves of trees that were not in my view. The sound of birds chirping as they hopped among the branches filtered through the windows and walls. How nice it must be, to fly from tree to tree uninhibited. But I suppose even birds have to deal with predators in their lives. House cats must surely be the worst of them; cute, fluffy, and a frightening tendency for cruelty. Many weren't even proper hunters and would toy with their prey rather than outright kill it. My family's cat once brought back a flopping fatally injured chick, too far gone to be saved but still struggling to stay alive. I could remember it's faint shrieks as I pulled it from the cat's jaws and curled my fingers around its neck...

It had been eight weeks since the bastard had kidnapped me off the streets of Boston. Four long weeks of violation and torment at the hands of a psychopath as I begged the Lord for mercy, or to at the very least show me why this was happening to me. I was beginning to doubt his existence; the lively, laughing grey eyes of my captor as he repeatedly used every hole he could fit his cock into had revealed to me the horrid truth about God's mercy. Yet I gazed forlornly out the window all the same, hoping I would someday see a way out of this hell I had fallen into.

I knew it was a Friday because the prick had left me bound in yet another of his cruel poses this morning. He used me almost every day of the week to gratify himself, but he only really 'played' with me on the weekends. He'd bought me a few books two weeks ago, so that I could at least read while locked in the cage he'd installed in his despicable playroom. Of course, as payment for such a gesture of magnanimity he'd had to pierce my tongue. The nipple piercings had been painful and humiliating, but I'd cried for hours after he put the ring in my tongue. Losing ownership of that part of me, the only part he often let resist him freely, had simply been too much to bear. It had perturbed even him just how upset I'd been, so accustomed he'd become to my compliance. He doubled the number of books he bought and didn't degrade me any further for those. It's the small things that count, right? I thought bitterly.

That small inkling of remorse or pity had been no where present this morning when he'd smacked my ass as wakeup call.

"Good morning, Kitsune! I've made us plans for tonight and you know what that means!" he'd piped cheerily. I did know what it meant, the idea that I could forget was bleakly comic, but nonetheless I tried once again to gain just a bit of mercy.

"Please, I'm just now in the middle of Jane Eyre, I'll do whatever you want with no resistance this weekend. Let me read today, please." It always killed me to beg him, especially when he was having none of it. His grey eyes danced.

"Nah. I want you nice and ready when I get home. It's been a rough week, y'know?" Oh, do tell me about how hard it was for you, you poor thing, you pitiable young and successful white man with a sex slave you keep in your closet.

"Fuck you," I spat and rolled over on the cage's inflatable camp pad. He'd giggled that awful boyish laugh that meant he was aroused by my misbehavior.

"How kind of you to offer, I promise you will fuck me right after I get home. For now, though, let's get you dressed for the day."

His idea of getting dressed, as usual, ended up involving a lot of things I wouldn't consider clothes. At least I was out of the cage now though, and could see the sky.

I was seated on the floor, my shins tightly strapped to my thighs. He'd laced a pair of ballet boots on my feet, which had caused the most frustrating cramps in my arches throughout the day. I'd been so relieved when I figured out he wasn't going to make me stand in them all day, but now I could hardly shift my feet at all. He'd also put down a large cushy pad that I was certain had saved my knees from injury. My elbows were cuffed together above my head, and a taut chain running between them and the ceiling forced me to sit upright. Flexing my shoulders allowed me to pull on the chain and relieve some of the stress on my knees, but my shoulder muscles tired too quickly to give them relief for long. My wrist cuffs were linked directly to the silver collar around my neck. He had never removed its cold metal form from my neck, not once since he'd first put it on, not even when he washed me. It was an ever-present reminder of my reduced status in his eyes.

I would have been grateful if he'd stopped there, but no, that would not have been his style. He'd pushed one large metal ring through both the piercings on my breasts, effectively pulling them together as the hoop dangled from my nipples like an ornament. I had naturally larger breasts, a fact I now regretted immensely, so the linkage was easily done but still uncomfortable. He'd situated a free-standing mirror in front me, forcing me to always have my restrained body in view. "Wow, Kitsune. See how sexy you are? I see sluts everyday who would kill to look even half as perfect as you. God damn, I can hardly contain myself." We'd both looked into the mirror, his chin resting on my shoulder as he played with my boobs and grinned his stupid boyish grin at me. I saw my cheeks flush red in the reflection and hated myself for it.

"So what do you think, Kitsune? What's missing?" He'd cajoled.

"I'm not playing your stupid games, bastard." I'd hissed.

"A yes, a gag. Good thinking! Let's try something a bit unorthodox."

So now the tip of my tongue was pulled out and downward, tied to the ring in my nipples by a small, taut silver chain. Drool had long coated the tops of my breasts and legs. I was going to need a long drink of water when the pervert finally returned. But even with that he hadn't stopped.

"Just a few more things and you'll be set for the day."

"'uck you, wick. I hane you."

He'd laughed at my pitiful attempts to speak. "Hey now. Either be nice and shut up, or I'll put in a cock gag too. Now let's see, what else can we do... oooh!"

And of course, it wouldn't be Friday without devices designed purely for my sexual torment. He always saved the best (worst) for last. So of course I had a vibrator filling my vagina, and a bullet vibe attached to my clit. That was about par for the course. But to my utter horror he had bought a new toy, without my knowledge. Inevitably I felt something pressing against my rear entrance, but it wasn't the familiar conical tip of the butt plug I was used to. It was spherical, and worse, peppered with dulled spikes. I cried out in unfamiliar pain as he roughly shoved it inside me, the sphere pushing past my tight asshole and into my body. I felt my butt close around a cold cylindrical shaft as he kept pushing the invader further into my back, eliciting more wincing cries. I squeezed my eyes shut and struggled not to cry from the pain and humiliation. At last I felt the curvature of a cold metal frame fitting into the small of my back. Surely the worst was over now, what more could he do? And of course I was wrong, there was always more. He pulled on the back of my collar, arching my back until the muscles strained, then somehow locked me in that position. When I tried to pull down and relax, the new buttplug made its unwelcome presence uncomfortably known.

"'ake i' ouh!" I'd begged.

He'd turned the mirror so I could see what he'd done. My collar and wrists were connected via a short chain to the end of a curved steel bar that disappeared into my ass. I looked in horror at the contraption and realized that every time I tried to relax my back I would pull up on the hideous device. My tormenter knelt in front of me and began to flick my tits teasingly as I tore my eyes away to plead with him.

"So that's an anal hook, Kitsune. A bit big for you from the looks of it but we need to work on your butt training a bit."

"'reag 'ake i' ouh!"

He'd just smiled sweetly and produced the controls to the two vibrators.

"These are set to buzz for about fifteen minutes every hour. No shocks today, you lucky cunt. Should keep you occupied 'til I get back, but I'm afraid it probably won't be enough to get you off unless you're a really naughty girl today."

"'REAG! YOU 'UCKING 'WICK!"

A wide leather belt was fitted tightly around my abdomen, squeezing my sides and belly. He tucked the controls into two little holsters on the right side of the belt. The first buzzing session began, and I couldn't help but voice my mix of pleasure and displeasure. I hadn't climaxed for two weeks now. Every Friday, without fail, he would tease me like this the whole day until night came. It was, to me, the most depraved thing he could do; turning me on and not offering me relief until I was desperate for him to do anything to end the frustration, even if that meant raping me to a climax. Every Friday he would turn me into the most pathetic bitch, and would then spend the weekend using my needs to his advantage. I was powerless to stop him. I couldn't even stop my own body from antagonizing me.

As I sat there, strained and cramping, feeling a warmth rising in my belly despite the cruel treatment, he moved behind me. I tensed and waited for more misery, perhaps a tug on the butt hook to 'make sure it was secure', but to my surprise he began to run his fingers through my long hair. He traced his right hand along the outlines of my clenched back muscles, his left hand gently massaging my aching shoulders. And then, to my utter surprise, he took his hands away and began to braid my hair. As my mind became dizzy with the distraction in my abdomen, the movements of his hands folding my hair back and forth felt strangely intimate. He sighed and again peeked around my bound arms, our gaze meeting in the mirror that reflected my captivity.

"I'd like to try a girl-next-door look today," he'd whispered. I snorted. Yeah, when I imagine what the girl next door looks like, she has her tongue chained to her tits and a hook up her butt. Idiot bastard. But he continued to twist and fold my jet-black hair, preferring to keep the braid fluffy and loose rather than thin and tight, and tied it off with a strip of bright green fabric. When he pulled it over my shoulder so that it nestled between my breasts, even I could see that my figure had acquired a demure if perverted cuteness.

And it was at that point that he'd slapped my ass, stuck his cock down my throat three times for good luck, and left for work. Reminding me just how not-intimate this whole situation really was. Leaving me to stew in a puddle of my own fluids until he would 'relieve' me later. And I'd since lost count of the hours left until his return. I found myself wishing he'd come back early, if only so I could get out of these god awful ballet boots and relax my back a little. The blue sky out the window reminded me how tantalizingly close I was to freedom and a real life again. The vibrator started once more and I remembered how much of a prisoner I was even in my own skin.

It was at least another couple hours before I heard the garage door start creaking open. By then I was truly in desperation. My body ached everywhere for release, my plugged pussy crying the loudest of all the tormented parts. He would surely be delighted to find that the whole room smelled overpoweringly of feminine heat. But the cushioned pad below me would almost surely have to be replaced at this point, which would earn me a punishment no doubt. A door on the first floor opened and closed with a bang, and I could hear him walking about on the hardwood floor in his athletic shoes. First to one room. Then to another. The back to the first, this time more slowly. Then stomping off to the other end of the house. I wiggled with anticipation, the anal hook bobbing inside me going nearly unnoticed, the long braid between my breasts damp with my sweat.

I stopped shifting and my ears strained to attention.

I heard voices. Multiple voices, in the house! I immediately began to yell as loud as possible, even started screaming at the top of my lungs. Please, hear me! Help me, save me from this monster!

The voices continued as if I were silent, and my tormented mind flailed in confusion. Why would they ignore me? Were they in cahoots with my captor? Were they here to join in the endless torture of an innocent young woman? Was I going to be the main course for a sadistic stag party, to be gang-raped and jeered at mercilessly for an entire night?

But then the more mundane truth suddenly clicked in my brain.

He had turned on a TV. I didn't even know he had one.

I wasn't about to be rescued. I wasn't about to be triple penetrated and worse. He was teasing me. This was merely another one of his godforsaken psychological traps. And like a stupid, starving fish I'd taken the bait and swallowed it whole. A mixture of exhaustion, frustration, and the piling anguish of two months of captivity had enabled him to trick me once again. It was surely a sign of my impending defeat that I could no longer reliably choose between wanting to kill him with my bare hands or just die myself.

He'd said I wouldn't break. So why the fuck was he trying so hard to make me?

I couldn't focus on trying to understand the motivations of a madman right now. I needed out, needed just a minuscule reprieve from the hell he'd strapped me in, and if that necessitated playing the game by his rules, so be it. I would take this loss if I could get him to leave me alone for even ten minutes tonight. So I whined, as loud as I could, long and pleading. He had to have heard me, even over that obnoxiously loud news channel. I'd never done anything like that before and there was no doubt it would make him curious. I was learning better how to manipulate him. Now the only problem was degrading myself enough to do so.

The TV voices were silenced and I heard his now shoeless footsteps begin meandering up the stairs. I tried to recover some basic dignity before he arrived, steeling my resolve. I glared at the door as the knob turned so slowly I thought I was imagining it. His smug face peeked in from behind the the wood, his eyes telling me this was not going to be an easy night.

"Huh, I'm sorry. I thought I heard some type of horny mating call up here, but all I see is an ungrateful slut. Call me back up here if you see any sexy bitches though."

I was about to curse him out, but of course, the vibrators kicked on at just that moment. The coincidence was almost too uncanny. I let out the same piteous moan involuntarily and felt my eyes roll back so far I wasn't sure I'd be able to get them back around again. When I could focus again I saw him scratching his crotch through his jeans and leering at me, his tall frame filling the doorway.

"Kitsune, you're making it very difficult for me to not just ravish you right this moment. But I'll resist the temptation for both of us. Gotta save the best for last, right?"

I groaned as he sauntered up and knelt before me, hoping I could wile him into at least getting me off once right now. He planted his fingers in the drool on my soft breasts and smeared some of it across my face.

"You've been quite the messy girl today. Look, you've managed to ruin the nice sitting pad I so generously thought to get for you. Do you want to sit here on your bare knees for the rest of the night?"

I shook my head, horrified at the thought.

"Well, we'll have to think of some other penalty for you, won't we?"

If I could have closed my mouth to grit my teeth, I would have. He leaned in close and began running his hands all over my body, teasing and poking and slapping wherever he chose, reasserting his dominion over every inch of my sensitized skin. He looked into my eyes, holding my face steady with his, my tongue pulling up painfully on the chain linked to my heavy breasts.

"What do you want, Kitsune?"

I nearly blurted it out. But even now, in the heat of my need and frustration, my will would not give in to him. I couldn't beg him for it. I just couldn't.

"'ager."

His eyes widened and he jumped up.

"Shit, right. I'll be back."

He bounded out of the room and thundered down the stairs. I was surprised and relieved he was reacting so quickly. I was parched as a desert and desperately needed water. He returned with a full glass that looked so refreshing I would have killed a small child for it.

And then he unzipped his pants, his ever-erect cock springing forward like a disgusting jack-in-the-box. I looked up at him incredulously as he walked up to me.

"Just a quick up-and-down, that's all. Then you get your drink."

I hesitated, staring at the engorged cock I now knew every centimeter of. He must have taken an exercise break at work today, because I could smell him and it wasn't particularly pleasant. I much preferred him showered if I had to do this at all.

But like a whore begrudgingly tempted with an extra hundred dollar bill, I inevitably leaned a bit forward and lowered my head, aiming for his cock, the hook in my ass wiggling with a vengeance... and he took a step back. My mouth came into contact with empty air, and I grunted sharply, looking up at him angrily. He cackled and swirled the water around in the glass.

"Woops, I think you missed," he teased. "Give it another try, I'm sure you'll get it this time."

I howled with rage and thrashed as much as I was allowed, until he started tipping the glass. A few drops spilled over the side and I whimpered longingly. I was so thirsty, I felt I could drink a swimming pool.

"Come on now, it's not that hard," he cajoled.

"'uck 'uch. 'ur gonga yump rack againg."

"I was just teasing. Get your lips on me or I'll pour this all over you."

That wasn't the worst offer, I was really too hot as well, but I desperately needed hydration. So I lifted myself up via my straining shoulders as best as I could, onto my aching knees, and reached my head downward, pulling the awful anal hook deeper inside me. I made the most awful noises and was happy when the head of his cock muted my open mouth at last, the salty tang of his skin scratching along my dry tongue.

"Wow, your tongue is like sandpaper. Good lord, that's uncomfortable."

He pulled my head off his cock. I tried to give him the look that said 'I told you so', but he was too busy unhitching me from the ceiling to notice. He released my tongue from the chain, leaving the ring but allowing me to retract it into my mouth with a sigh. My wrists were released from behind my collar, and my shoulder muscles sang in relief as they were allowed to relax for the first time in hours. He pulled back on the long braid of my hair, tilting my head so he could pour water into my mouth. I finished the whole glass with ease.

"I need more water," I croaked.

"First I'm going to rearrange your arms. How does the loose reverse prayer sound?"

"Sounds fucking dandy," I rasped.

There was the usual weak struggle once my arms were separated. I tried to hit him but his firm and now well-practiced grasp kept hold of my wrists as he locked them to the collar behind me with short chains, not a full reverse prayer position. Rather, my forearms were crossed so that my elbows were not drawn all the way together, but I was still forced to jut my chest out like a proud, slutty model.

He unsnapped the single silver breast ring and pulled it out, my breasts slumping back to their natural attentive positions. He undid the belt, finally allowing me to breathe regularly. And then his hand gripped the vibrator that was terrorizing my pussy, and slowly pumped it in and out of me.

I tried not to let it show how much I wanted him to continue. I almost felt my body take control and start to grind against him.

He pulled it out of me, leaving me hanging in the most unceremonious way he possibly could, and waved it in front of my face.

"Please..." I gasped before I could stop myself.

"Sorry Kitsune, but only well-behaved sluts get to have fun," he taunted.

I glowered at him darkly. "Please... go die," I finished. He laughed and removed the bullet vibe from my clit. The ballet boots came off next. I was hoping he would continue and end the anal hook's assault on my ass, but he walked over to the closest and retrieved a plain green bikini.

"How about something simple tonight?"

Now I was sure he had something awful in store for me. But I shrugged and let him do his thing. It was clear he was not going to let me cum tonight, once again, for the third fucking week in a row, so I decided any other torment he thought up would be secondary to that, and thus not worthy of my attention.

He put a couple small silver rings back in the holes in my nipples, then began to thread the green straps in and around my bondage. When he was finished, all I could see of myself was the green bikini top and bottom, and the collar that read 'Kitsune' still locked around my neck. He nodded and smiled, not his usual mischief grin but a more pleasant, satisfied turn of his lips.

"I like it. Simple, clean, minimal. And you really do look so pretty with the braid."

I turned away, burning. He grabbed my chin in his hand and forced me to look at him.

"Say 'Thank you for letting me out of the horrid, nasty bondage', Kitsune."

"I'm not your little dress up doll, prick. Go to the sick pervert store if you want to buy some automaton to read lines for you."

He rolled his eyes.

"Well, I mean, you could still have the ballet boots on and your hands tied over your shoulders. Or worse if I wanted, you should consider that. But I guess this is why we have punishments, isn't it? And, speaking of which..."

He hooked his fingers under my collar and pulled me up onto my feet, the anal hook thrashing about so severely that I cried out. He clipped the short chain leash on and dragged me out of the playroom, into a room I hadn't yet been in. It was small, dark, with no windows and only a very expensive looking computer and monitor set up on a minimalist desk.

"You're getting off light this evening," he smirked.

He led me over the edge of the desk and pushed my head down. I got on my knees and he helped me maneuver myself so I was hunched up under the desk. I had a pretty good idea of what was coming. Sure enough he sat on the rolling chair so that his cock was pointed at me menacingly.

"I'm going to play a new shooting game for a little bit. It can get pretty stressful, so you're going to help me stay calm by playing a game called Kitsune Sucks a Cock. How it works is you get that hot little mouth around my long, hard cock and you keep it there until I'm done playing my game."

"I'm not touching your pathetic little cock, you bastard, much less sucking it."

He laughed. "Yeah, I thought you might be a bit reticent. So, to give you some encouragement..."

He situated the chain under his groin, pulling my neck in toward his crotch until my face mashed up against his dick.

"You'll be chained onto my cock for the duration of the game. How well you perform will determine the severity of any later bondage this weekend, or whether I feel like giving you food tonight. Don't spill a drop of my cum and I may feel inclined to let you cum yourself. And spare me, I saw your eyes earlier, I know that's all you want right now."

I pulled back on the chain. This game was straight out of every loner neckbeard's fantasy, and I wanted no part of that humiliation. He let the leash run slack and looked down at me warningly.

"Do I have to get the ring gag?"

"You might as well play it safe," I hissed.

"Just suck it, Kitsune, it's not anything you haven't done already."

Filled with reluctant revulsion, I swallowed my pride and then swallowed his cock. He pulled the leash tight and hooked it to the chair, and I realized he hadn't left enough slack in the leash for me to get my mouth off of him, not so long as he stayed stiff anyway. So I was effectively forced to continue sucking on his penis until he released me. His lower legs wrapped behind me, his heels lightly tapping my ass as I heard the game start up.

I contemplated just sitting there like a dead fish with his slobbery erect cock in my mouth. He definitely wouldn't appreciate that. The thought of his thick white cum being tonight's appetizer was extremely unappealing, but the offer of my own orgasm at some point was also tempting. Even if it was a lie. I was in truly desperate need, and deeply conflicted about whether I should bite him or not. Was it possible to bite off a man's fully erect cock in one swift, angry chomp? I hadn't had the courage to try.

Unsure of whether or not he would bleed out even if I did, I decided to just play it safe tonight. And so as best I could I began to move my lips up and down his shaft, trying to work my tongue around the head of his pulsing cock. I could feel his heartbeat quicken in my mouth and knew that I was going to get him off fast.

A cold anger was building inside me. Here he was, hardly even paying attention to me, playing a computer game with a hapless female mouth chained directly onto his cock. It was the kind of situation a less careful nerd would have been ecstatic to brag to his bros about. Nothing like giving a girl no choice but to suck you off while you play video games and ignore her needs like she's some inanimate tool. I was humiliated, had never felt more like a worthless slave than I did now. I moved my head faster, feeling the end coming.

He grunted and his testicles twitched. I immediately deep throated his full length, not wanting to taste a hint of his semen. I felt his fluids spurt into my throat and swallowed, the muscles of my neck undulating along the head of his cock. I was sure the bastard loved every second of that, but I didn't care, I wasn't tasting his cum if I had the choice.

When he recovered I expected him to loosen the leash and let me off, but he just looked down at me. His face showed he was mildly impressed.

"Well... you certainly were more eager than I was expecting Kitsune. I hardly got to play at all."

He looked up, as if he were considering something, my mouth still stuck around his girth. To my dismay his virulency was not dying down. He nodded and then looked down at me.

"One more, okay?"

"MMff blamfth ffuff! Fumf uffm fuff umf nnnnn!" Even I didn't know what I wanted to say. He yanked on my braid playfully.

"No cock talk, Kitsune, get back to sucking." I could hardly believe it. He looked back up to gaze at the screen blankly and resumed clicking and clacking on his mouse and the keyboard. I squeaked indignantly and he snorted with restrained laughter.

The second time took longer. A lot longer. So long that I swore I was going to be sucking until the first wrinkles from old-age appeared on his cock. I tried every technique possible to me in my restrained state, but I didn't have enough leverage to get him off as fast as the first time. The minutes ticked away as I pleasured him endlessly, and he occasionally squirmed and fidgeted but never came. Was I doing something wrong? It killed me that I had to even wonder that pathetic thought. I shouldn't even be doing this for such a warped, frustrated man in the first place.

At last, like the changing of a breeze, I could hear his breathing deepen and then quicken. I slowed myself down, making every sensual movement count now. This bastard was going to cum so I could get off his fucking dick.

"Ah, Kitty... " he moaned distractedly. His fingers hand stopped moving and he was staring at his tightly shut eyelids. The fact that he called me Kitty was a good sign. He only ever used the short nickname when he was lost in whatever we were doing. It was a rare and honest compliment, one I was always conflicted to hear.

I didn't even have to deep throat him myself this time. He suddenly reached both of his hands down and pulled my head down roughly, smashing my nose into his tensed abdomen. His legs clasped tightly around my upper body and I could feel his hot breath bearing down on the back of my neck.

"Swallow it," he whispered, his voice strained.

As if I had a choice. So he commanded, so I obeyed. I was surprised to feel that he'd ejaculated a lot more this second time than he had the first. It slid like a bunch of clumpy, sticky noodles down into my stomach. I had to swallow to help it down again, and his fingers dug into my scalp with each contraction around the bulbous head of his cock.

At last he pulled free and allowed my head to pop off his member completely, and I coughed and gasped for a little air. Even I knew how much better I was at holding my breath during these deepthroat ordeals now, but twice in a row was a much more than I was used to.

He breathed heavily with his hands on his knees, then looked up at the screen and shook his head.

"Shit. I lost."

I trembled with anger.

"Maybe you should concentrate!"

He stared at me, a surprised, dumbfounded grin on his face. I burned realizing how ridiculous I sounded.

"I'm just... pointing out how stupid it is for you to think me sucking your cock would improve... anything else you were trying to do. Like that's the textbook definition of literally fucking retarded."

He turned his hands up and laughed uncontrollably.

"I'm not the one -- who just had two mouthfuls of cum -- shot directly to my stomach!! --"

"Oh, fuck you. I hope you get fifty forms of cancer and-"

"Are you jealous, Kitsune?"

I flew into a rage and jumped up. Or tried to. I slammed into the bottom of the desk and sent his large monitor toppling to the carpet. Stars flew across my vision and darkness crept in on the edges. The back of my head and neck throbbed, and the man quickly scooped me out from under the desk and laid me on the floor, making no effort to restrain his laughter.

"God, girl, be more careful, I don't want you damaging my personal property." I was sure he didn't mean the monitor. "You alright, there?"

I turned away from his jeering face, pain flashing through my head and back.

"I'm a kidnapped rape victim who hasn't seen her mother in eight weeks. Tell me, do you think I'm alright?" I said quietly.

That shut up his stupid laughing pretty damn well.

We sat there in cold, unbroken silence until he unhitched the butt hook from my collar and then pulled it out of my ass none too gently. Then he got up and left. I was surprised and more than a little disheartened that he wasn't afraid of any escape shenanigans I might attempt. But I was tired and sore and could use all the rest he was going to give me tonight. So I didn't move a muscle and just closed my eyes, praying that when I opened them I would be somewhere, anywhere else.

The clinking and clanking of cooking noises kept me from escaping into any dreams. My stomach growled with anticipation even with two loads of his ejaculate in my belly. Whatever he was cooking smelled so tantalizing I began to salivate. I tried to figure out what it was. It was definitely meat of some kind, but the odor wasn't quite strong enough to determine any spices that would give me a clue.

It was about half an hour before the chopping and cooking ceased and he returned, perspiration dotting his face.

"Figured we'd have a break from sushi. So I made stir fry, beef and chicken. We'll be eating in the dining room tonight."

The dining room? I had only ever caught glimpses of the lower half of his house as he dragged me between various upstairs rooms. I retorted with a half-hearted and very untrue "I'm not hungry" before wobbling onto my feet and following the incessant tug of the leash.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs I was shocked by what I saw. Immaculate, spotless, ordered, it looked like a house out of a brochure.

"Do you have a maid?" I asked.

"Wouldn't be too smart to have someone poking around and maybe discover you, would it? But the job is open if you're looking," he joked laughingly.

I looked around at the immaculate dining area, everything dusted and neatly arranged, the shelves and glass-doored cabinets littered with various glasses, plates, bowls, and cooking items. The large six-person table in the middle of the hardwood floor was set only for two, one place at the head of the table and the other directly across the corner on one of the sides. There were no candles lit, but a small chandelier hung from the ceiling and dimmed lights sparkled from its arms. A large wok pan filled with meat and vegetables in a delicious smelling sauce was placed between the two chairs. Our seats were laid out with minimalist white plates. A pair of chopsticks rested horizontally across each plate, and a napkin lay lengthwise at the head of both.

But the most important feature of his dining area was that I could see outside. For the first time in weeks I could see plants. Trees, well-trimmed grass and hedges, even flowers close up to the house. There was a large sliding glass door and several big, gaping windows out onto his large property. His yard was filled with and lined by large trees. My heart sank when I couldn't see any other house. Not for the first time I wondered where he had taken me, where he lived, where on earth he was keeping me. How far was I from where I'd been living? From my parents and siblings? He had given me no indication, and I couldn't discern anything from the state of his yard other than the fact that this was not a cheap neighborhood.

He approached me with two bottles decorated with fancy calligraphy.

"So, I thought we would have a bit of wine. Chardonnay or Sauvignon?"

I did not immediately know how to respond. The dramatic change in behavior from chaining me to his cock to offering me a choice in wine was far too much to handle. He rolled his eyes and waved the bottles in front of me.

"Hey. What. Wine. Do you want. Dummy?"

I shook my head and managed to say, "I don't... know about wine."

He shrugged. "Neither do I, I really just wanted alcohol. Should've got beer I guess. Fuck it, we're having the Sauvignon."

And with that he popped the cork and poured both glasses, putting mine to my lips so I could take a sip. He set the bottle on the table, then looked sharply at me, pointing to the seat to his left.

"Please, sit here."

I nodded but couldn't will my legs to move. He grunted exasperatedly and stalked over to me, not grabbing the leash as I expected but placing his open palm at the small of my back, his other hand outstretched toward the seat.

"I'm offering you a chair. Take it."

And he gave me a little push forward. I bobbed my head once again and walked over to the heavy cushioned chair, the situation so strange and surreal to me. He put the glass of wine to my lips again and I drank deeply. It was a sharp, strong flavor, certainly not the best wine I'd ever tasted but probably not the worst. He pulled it back before I could finish the glass.

"I guess you realize that I can't undo your arms. And I did all the cooking so I think I should eat first. So, just... I guess sit there and wait for me to finish, then I'll help you out. There's a lot here so have as much as you like, unless you're going to gorge yourself and get fat. And... no anal tonight, I promise."

His quick last assurance jerked me back to reality. I had almost forgotten my arms were restrained behind me, that I was wearing nothing but a revealing green bikini stretched tight around my curves and a slave collar fastened tight about my slender neck. The smell of his cooking wafted into my nose and still I wanted to ask him, beg him for just a little bit, just to tide me over until he was done, I was so hungry...

I started another line of thought to distract myself.

"You... have a nice dining area."

"I like to think so," he responded. He was chewing slowly, agonizingly, methodically, as slow as any cow I'd ever seen chew its cud.

"So you... keep everything clean yourself?"

He looked up at me, amused, and shrugged. "I was pretty sloppy and dirty in my college dorm days. Probably because I knew the living situation was always temporary and I figured... fuck it, y'know?"

He chewed and swallowed another full, mouthwatering bite, turning his head too look out the large sliding glass door. "But when I bought this house... I dunno. Everything was great, neat, I liked the order of it all. It had a peacefulness, a serenity about it that I never realized I'd missed. I was proud of having a well-kept house, even if only a few people ever saw it. Not everyone has their own house nowadays, y'know? Not even in the middle-class. And it made me happy to live here, so why not maintain that? It's a bit lonely I guess, but... well, I guess I've got you for that now. So I mow the lawn, sweep and mop the floors, dust the counters, do my own dishes and laundry like a grown man. And since I'm the only person here... well, not anymore, but you know what I mean... anyway it doesn't get very dirty or used all that much. Can't be that surprising," He returned to eating.

"I guess not," I agreed absentmindedly, staring at the food. It was so confusing to me, to know such a cruel and weak man was so concerned with the wellbeing of his living space; to know that after he stuffed his rampant cock in every hole I had, he had to go mow his lawn just like any other homeowner. His explanation had moved me, forced me once again to recognize that yes, the disgusting pervert who had me bound was another human being, not some evil fourth-dimensional mastermind bent on my destruction. He was still a person, with all our mundane daily concerns and quirks. He certainly wasn't a normal person, much less a good person, but he could pass very well. So well he might even half-believe it himself.

"Are you trying to make me like you?"

He spluttered, raising his hand to his mouth. "What? My cock hasn't done that for you already?" he asked derisively.

"Okay. So why all... this?"

"Are you complaining?"

"No, just... I don't get it. If this isn't some twisted plan to get me into Stockholm Syndrome-"

He shoved a heaping bite at my face using his chopsticks. I snapped at it hungrily without a second thought. He smiled.

"No reason we can't both eat well. I'm not a complete monster."

"Actually," I swallowed ravenously, "you are now the exact thing I picture when I hear the phrase 'complete monster.' Or 'sadistic pervert', or 'psychopathic rapist pig', oh here's a good one, 'absolute fucking lunatic', and how about-"

"You're so colorful Kitsune, but I assure you. I get it."

He returned to eating. My stomach growled.

"You don't make sense to me," I said abruptly.

He swallowed and cocked an eyebrow. "I don't have to."

"Look around you. You could ask out any number of women easily."

He shrugged again. "Your point?"

"You could have asked me out," I said quietly. He didn't respond, but held my gaze. I felt my eyes well up. "I might have said yes."

"Oh what, because I've got a nice house and a good job? How very generous of you, Kitsune," he snarled. It was the first time he'd been visibly angry with me. I pressed on, knowing I was on dangerous ground but needing to speak all the same.

"And yet you choose rape. You chose kidnapping, to take me away from family, my friends, from any sort of future I had planned. If I met you in normal life, if you weren't... if you weren't completely and utterly fucked up, I could have made you a part of those plans. And if it all worked out, you would have been a big part, the biggest part of my future. But you chose to destroy any possibility of that and keep me tied up like some worthless animal instead."

I could that he was still mad, but he was just as calm as ever. Should I press my luck?

"I see the parts of you that aren't sadistic, you know. You're intelligent enough to get a job that enables you to afford a house, a car... " I gulped. "A soundproofed closet and a... a.... And you work hard to maintain all of it." I was rambling, unsure that I even remembered my original point. I paused to look at him earnestly.

"Despite what you've done to me... I mean, you've never once hit me, but-"

"That can change, bitch," he growled. Indeed, his fists were clenched and his knuckles blanched. I looked down at my tightly closed legs and sighed. I thought I was going to cry but the tears didn't come.

"Don't hit me. I apologize."

He remained tense.

"What are you getting at?"

"Why did you kidnap me instead of getting a normal girlfriend? There's plenty of girls who'd be into your... kinks without you needing to hurt them."

He rolled his eyes and looked away. "Good God, you really need a reason for this be happening don't you? Some profound, horrible event from my childhood, perhaps? Some catharsis I'm trying to achieve by taking it all out on you?" He laughed but wasn't happy. "Just accept that what's done is done. Maybe I just don't want to deal with women's bullshit, okay? Maybe I'm lazy and selfish and power hungry all at once. Maybe I just want to have a pretty little slut around that I can play with and fuck whenever I want, no rules, no conditions, just whatever the hell I feel like! How's that for a fucking reason?"

"That's really fucked up..." I paused.

"And?" He snapped.

"And it's a giant load of horseshit."

"Oh really, bitch?"

"Yeah, if all you wanted was some mouth-breathing, always willing fuck hole you could just hire a whore you dumb bastard. Cheaper, far safer... no, you spent time, a lot of time this morning, making sure I was going to suffer today. You've done that every Friday for the past eight goddam weeks, every Saturday and every Sunday too. Which means you're not just treating me like some stupid love doll. You're hurting me, on purpose, and you're hurting me a lot!"

My voice rose with more potent anger than I'd mustered in my entire life. I stood up, the chair screeching back on the hardwood floor. If my arms weren't bound I'd be throwing punches at him. He glared at me with ferocious intensity.

"You said I wouldn't break! As an attempt to comfort me! Do you realize, I know it's hard since you clearly have not a drop of empathy in your soul, but do you realize just how fucked up that is?"

"I am fucking warning you, Kitsune!-"

"You said I wouldn't break, and yet it's like you're trying to drive me insane! What do you want from me?!?!" I screamed.

"I swear to God, Kitsune, if you don't-"

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" I shrieked, a tearless and heaving sobbing coming at last.

The prick slammed his fist on the table, rattling the glasses and plates and causing me to flinch and whimper.

"SIT DOWN!" he screamed back, breathing heavily.

And we sat there, him stewing in his anger and confusion and me weeping pathetically onto the intricate table cloth. I wallowed in grief, trying to calm myself, but I felt overwhelmed with sadness and depression. I heard him get up and walk to the living room, the sound of his footsteps disappearing on the carpet, but didn't look up to follow him. The sound of my involuntary crying echoed around wooden floors and spackled ceiling, like I was trapped in a chamber of wailing ghosts. When he returned and sat down, I felt a tug on my leash.

"Come here, Kitsune."

"No," I sniffed.

He tugged harder, dragging my face across the tablecloth.

"Please stop," I pleaded.

"Get your ass over here," he commanded more forcefully.

I shook my head, but got up and stumbled over into his lap. I immediately curled into fetal position and leaned up against him. He had retrieved a blanket from the couch in the living room, and wrapped it around me so that only my head was peeking through. My body was fully hidden from his ravenous grey eyes for the first time in weeks. And he held me in silence, the two of us the oddest and most fucked up pair in the world, I was sure. When the worst of my sobs had subsided he spoke.

"I don't know. I'm fucked and I know that. Known it for a while. I don't expect you to understand because I don't understand. When I see you tied up and begging for release it's like... it's like a drug, an addiction, the most intoxicating feeling I've ever felt. Sometimes it's not as good as others, but it's always intense, raw, powerful. I like having you, toying with you, keeping you... and most thrilling of all is that you have no choice."

He paused and I bit my lip, stifling a resurgence of wails. His words were just so... banal, so twisted and ugly. I wondered how God could create such a monster and still claim His benevolence.

"I'm excited to come home now, because of you. The last time I was excited about anything else, I was ten years old and riding a rollercoaster. You're all I think about, every day, always in the back of my mind and too often in the forefront. I was worried it would wear off but it's not. I've only become more obsessed. It's hurting my performance at work. Even when I need to focus my mind drifts to you, devising the games you so hate, imagining new creative ways to dress you... wondering if today I've finally fucked up, forgotten some detail, and you've escaped and I'm going to prison. Probably to a death sentence. Never to touch your body again."

I wanted to vomit. This was never going to end for him. He truly would keep me here forever, nothing but a possession, a play toy for his perverted weekend fantasies. "This is so sick," I sputtered.

He ran his hand down my back and I flinched away. My turn to be brutally honest. "I hate you with every fiber of my being and every part of my soul that hasn't been crushed to bits by your torture. Every thought of you that curses my mind repels me."

I gazed blankly out the sliding glass-door into the trees that lined his property. He rested his chin on my head, and his searching hand found my bikini-clad breast beneath the blanket. I didn't resist this time.

"I know. I'm sorry."

I laughed sarcastically. "You're what?"

"I'm sorry."

"You goddamn lying prick."

He sighed. "You're right, I'm not at all sorry this has happened. It was always going to happen to someone. I'm more sorry for you in particular, that it was you that I picked off the street, that I haven't been caught yet, that you haven't managed to escape."

"Thanks, it means the world," I muttered angrily.

His hand left my breasts to dry my cheeks. My face felt raw, my tear ducts probably wouldn't have any fluid for days.

"I'm actually rather surprised it's gone so well for me," he mused, the light young smile returning to his face. "A lot of really shitty luck for you though."

"Do keep reminding me." He grabbed my head so I couldn't turn away and kissed me on the cheek.

"I guess life can be pretty awful for some people," he mused.

"Don't you dare try to justify this-"

"I'm not. Just pointing out the general injustice of life for some, for you. That's all."

I ground my teeth. How could he say stuff like that? It made no possible sense, he had to be crazy. Or there truly was nothing inside his soul but a black, endless pit of sadism.

"Then fuck life. I want to die." He just smiled ruefully.

"I know you don't want to die. And you know it too."

"That can change, bitch," I mocked back at him.

He laughed, and I saw relief in his eyes. "I honestly thought you might have broken today. I was panicking these last few minutes trying to figure out what I'd do."

A firm tug on the leash and our faces were close enough to feel each other's breath, and our staring contest was on once again.

"I'm glad you've still got the fire in you," he whispered smugly.

His free wandering hand snuck under the blanket and slid around my waist. His fingers walked down to the very edge of the green bikini bottom.

"Fuck you," I growled.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, his hands now so well-acquainted with my anatomy that he knew exactly where to find my weak spots. He began to tease my lips and clit, eliciting a poorly restrained gasp in response.

"Unfortunately I've always liked playing with fire," he teased.

"Don't get burned," I hissed.

"Oh I'm sure I will eventually. But for now these flames are too much fun."

He moved a bit lower and suddenly two of his fingers were inside me. I tore my eyes away and sighed. I was aroused and he knew it, surely he could feel it. My reddening cheeks weren't the only thing smoldering now.

"This isn't fucking fun," I managed to grumble as he maneuvered his other hand under the bikini top. I arched back and sank into his body as I felt myself rising. He laughed and planted his lips on my neck before whispering in my ear:

"You sure had me fooled."

For him to get me off right then would have been far too easy. After all, Kitsune, good girls need dinner before they are allowed to cum! So he made me lick my own arousal fluids from his fingers and then finally fed me.

It had been so long since I'd had home cooking, and so long since I'd last eaten in general, that it was perhaps the most viscerally pleasurable meal I'd ever experienced. He never allowed me to gorge myself, so I savored what I could. The flavoring was simple, straightforward, but powerful. I chewed slowly, and he seemed pleased with my reaction, maybe even a little proud. I tried to focus on the food and not his leering face. I even succeeded for a few blissful minutes.

Just before I could really begin to enjoy it all, it was over. He threw the blanket off me, it had been getting a little hot anyway so I didn't mind, and pulled down the bikini top under my breasts so that the nipple rings glinted in the chandelier light. He pulled and pinched at my exposed flesh, and the engine in my abdomen flared up again with ease.

"I think you've been waiting long enough. Plus, you didn't spill a drop earlier. Not just once, but twice! Deserves a special reward, don't you think?" he smirked.

And with that he somehow managed to cradle me in his arms and lift me up. He carried up me the entire length of the stairs, the chain leash that dangled from my neck clacking with each powerful step. Had I been more aware I would have tried to topple him down the stairs and break his spine, reckless idiot that he was, but my enraptured mind could think of only one thing right now, and I was filled with a dizzy, anticipated longing for it. He tossed me on the bed, tits down, and shortly I felt something pressing up against my ass.

"You said no anal!" I spluttered desperately.

"Yeah, and I didn't lie. This ain't my cock, can't you tell by now? You just need a plug, it's something all good little sex kittens wear, Kitsune."

And so he pushed it up my butt, much more pleasant than the hook he'd used earlier but still leaving me feeling full, and my arousal only heightened to my chagrin.

When it started vibrating I knew I was finished.

He unlocked my wrists from the collar and secured them loosely in front me without too much resistance. I was trying so hard not to let the sensations overwhelm me that I just couldn't fight him. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest, my skin tingled with anticipation, my nipples hardened and rubbed against the sheets of the bed as he pulled my linked wrists forward and chained them to the head of the frame.

"Grip the bars to support yourself," he commanded. In the haze of my mind I slowly comprehended and clutched at the heavy rounded wood. Satisfied, he jumped up on the bed behind me. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited, anticipating the worst and the best simultaneously.

What I got instead was a surprise. I felt something moist and wet run the length of my dripping vulva, slowly and agonizingly. I gasped when it happened again. Was that him using his tongue? He hadn't even come close to doing that before. The teasing continued and I grit my teeth in frustration. I was already soaking like a saturated sponge, why the delay? I longed to shout at him to just fuck me already. As if he could sense my growing desire, he suddenly stopped. A faint whimper escaped through my vocal cords before I could throttle it.

He sidled up next to me and grabbed my swaying right breast, pulling my body so that I bumped against his huskier form parallel to mine. One of his fingers toyed with the piercing as he leered at me. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Beg me."

"Hell will freeze before I beg for your cock inside me, motherfucker."

"We both know you want it."

"Then just get it over with!"

"I want you to beg me for it first."

"No!"

His hand moved from my tit to my face, and he caressed my cheek. I turned away and he grabbed my braid, pulling my head back.

"I'll give you a choice then. You will beg me to bring you to climax, or you will wear the vibrator on low all night, right here next to me, and I'll just finish in your mouth a third time."

I revolted at the thought, jerking and pulling on the cuffs futilely before burying my face into a pillow, the vibrating in my ass driving me nuts.

"Fine then! Rape me! You sick, awful, horrible man, just fucking rape me!"

He pulled up roughly on my hair once again, lifting my face out of the pillow. I dared to look into his leering face. He wasn't smiling but I could see that he was getting off on this.

"Where are your manners, Kitsune? But I suppose that'll do. Wasn't so hard now, was it?"

I almost cried in relief when he moved back behind me and I felt his hands at my hips. I trembled when the tip of his cock began to tease me in the same way his tongue had.

"Ah, sounds as though you like that, Kitsune?"

"Just... ah!... just get on... with it!"

For once he didn't tease me further. An animalistic, snarling moan of pent up arousal finally broke free from my larynx as his cock filled me within. I couldn't restrain my voice at all as he slowly began moving his thick shaft back and forth inside me. Normally silent, I could faintly hear him grunting and gasping as his pace increased. Soon his pelvis was slamming up against me, the sound of our skin slapping together synchronized with my whorish cries of increasing ecstasy. He leaned over my quivering back, encircled his arms around my body just beneath my breasts, and squeezed me tighter than the corset he sometimes made me wear. I felt his hot breath on my neck, our sweaty bodies slipping up against each other in a thoughtless, mindless, intensely sensual cycle of lust and need.

My moans became weaker. He pounded ever harder. I began to feel like I was floating, the friction on my lips and vaginal walls and clit and breasts all I could focus on, all I could really feel with true awareness, and suddenly I squeezed my eyes shut and lost my voice completely, my mouth stretched wide but no sound emanating from within. My brain melted like butter and I became lost in the throes of an unimaginably powerful unleashed pleasure.

I was awash in a sea of foamy clouds, cascading with light and warmth. Was I dying? I thought I could see the silhouette of a figure on the horizon, the outline of a tall, welcoming figure with flowing hair and a large beard. Was it the angel Gabriel, standing before the gates of heaven, ready to inform me of my final fate? I worried I would be judged for my sin. I knew it wasn't my fault, but I had enjoyed it, I had wanted it, I hated that I did but I'd begged him, I'd been desperate for so long...

The worry faded as I was swept up in another wave of bliss. I sighed and gave in to the current, letting it take me where it would. Faded blue and yellow lights sparkled in the corners of my vision, photons blinking in and out of existence and brushing up against my skin, kissing my most sensitive parts...

I did not know how long it lasted, but finally I felt myself sink back beneath the waves and saw that the silhouette was not an angel, but the devil looking down at me, breathing normally as he straddled my legs but still dripping with sweat. Somehow I'd ended up on my back and he was on top of me, neither the plug nor his penis inside me any longer. He saw that I was aware and patted my breasts lazily.

"Good?" was all he asked.

I looked away. He already knew the answer.

He nodded and climbed off me, heading for the door. "Getting the wine, I'll be back."

I was glad, I needed some time alone to gather my thoughts again. I couldn't believe how powerful the orgasm had been. It seemed almost unhealthy, but there was no denying it had sent me to heights I'd never thought possible. And that bothered me a lot.

It wasn't that I felt dirty, or used. I'd begged him, despite my resolve, because I really had wanted it. No, it was that I felt like I was no longer in control.

It wasn't just that he claimed he owned me. It was how he demonstrated the truth of it. By making me cum, by making me want to cum, by denying and denying and denying, until all I needed to get off was a few quick pumps and his manipulative touch...

But I couldn't give in.

Well, I could. That much was clear. It would be only too easy.

But I mustn't. I wouldn't. He likes to play with fire? Well it's my turn now. He's right, I've got a hot-burning hatred in my soul, and one day, one of us will get burned. I have to see to it that it'll be him. Because otherwise it'll be me on my knees at his feet, forever.

He returned with just the bottle, still two-thirds full. He jumped on the bed and pulled me directly next to him with the leash. The bottle was offered, and I grasped it eagerly in my bound hands, lifting it high and swallowing in large gulps.

His eyes narrowed.

"If you get drunk enough to throw up on me tonight, this weekend will be immeasurably worse for you, and I'm not talking about the hangover."

Two more gulps just to spite him and I lowered the bottle. That amount would be enough to get me suitably deadened anyway. He took the bottle back out of my hands and drank a few mouthfuls himself. Then he put his arm around my cringing shoulders, his flush skin warm as he claimed me.

We stared at the blank wall in silence for several minutes.

When the alcohol had taken it's effect, my reticence and inhibitions lowered, I decided that now was the time to take a chance.

"I didn't think you would let me climax tonight."

He laughed. "You're welcome, Kitty."

"The thing about me being your... your maid, that you said earlier. Were you serious?"

He considered briefly and shook his head. "No, I do just fine myself. You being my sex kitten is enough. No reason to antagonize you further."

I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply. "Will you let me?"

When I opened them after he didn't respond, he was looking at me, mildly confused.

"Why? I thought you didn't want any more degradation. What's your angle?"

"I just need to do something that feels more normal. All I do right now is sit in a cage and get raped only once a day if I'm lucky. I haven't seen another person in two months. I need the variety, the chance to feel like I'm worth something still. And yeah, you got me books, but reading just reminds me of how desolate this shit is."

He scratched his head and took another large swig of wine. "Let me think about it."

So we sat there again in silence. I suspected that he saw my real angle, the half-concocted plan forming in my brain. The more he let me out of the cage, the more I would see of his house, of this prison he called a home. I would be able to plan routes, determine weak points, gather information, find weapons and tools if he didn't watch closely enough. It would also mean more chances to escape, eventually. I knew if I was ever caught it would result in severe punishments, but he tormented me regardless, so why not make it 'deserved'? It was risky only for him; he was the only one with something to lose from the bargain.

But I was banking on his love of teasing me. I'd learned one thing for sure about his behavior: if there was something he couldn't resist, it was a game. He loved to see me struggle and lose, or make winning just a little less of a loss. I was certain he would give me this opportunity, just to see my discouragement when he snatched it away from me.

Sure enough, I was right.

"Alright, Kitsune, you can be a house slave in addition to sex kitten. But I'm afraid it won't be easy for you, I've got plenty of ideas for what you can do and the fun things you will wear while doing them. And it'll always be supervised, of course. You'll still stay in the cage when I'm at work."

"But I could get so much more done if you just-"

He jerked on the leash and my voice cut to a halt with a squeak.

"I know what you're up to, you conniving cunt, don't think I'm stupid. But honestly the thought of your wiggling little ass up in the air as you mop the dining room floor with your tongue is so tempting-"

"What?!" Now there was a mortifying thought.

He just smiled, endlessly pleased with himself at the distress he'd caused me.

"I'd get sick! You wouldn't make me do that!" I protested, horrified.

He cocked his eyebrows and pushed me back down on the bed, grasping my wrists by the cuffs and pulling them up over my head.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I guess it depends on if you're a good girl, Kitsune."

He kissed my forehead, then connected the cuffs to the bed frame.

"What are you doing?"

He wiggled up and sat on my stomach, nestling his cock between my breasts. I groaned when I saw that it was growing.

"You can't be serious!" I said in disbelief as the swelling head inched toward my chin.

"Four times in one evening is a lot for me. Even I'm a little impressed tonight."

'Impressed' would not be how I described my feeling toward the hardening shaft resting on my sternum. He reached behind him and rubbed my pussy with his hand.

"Besides, you still feel a bit wet down there. Did I leave you unsatisfied?"

"That's your disgusting cum leaking out of me, asshole!"

He smiled ruefully as he ran a tight chain between my nipple rings, squeezing my flesh like a sleeve around his once-more throbbing cock. He began to thrust back and forth between my breasts, holding them steady with one of his hands as he pet my head with the other.

"Sorry to disappoint you Kitsune, but I didn't finish inside you earlier. You were a bit lost though, so it's understandable you wouldn't know."

My face burned. Was I really enough of a slut now to still be wet? Was one and done no longer enough? But then, I hadn't had any relief in two weeks, I could hardly be blamed...

He pulled out from between my boobs and positioned his cock directly at the entrance he desired.

"This time I will fill you up, since you seem to be so eager for it that you just assume it's already there."

"Don't you dare!"

He stopped and snapped his fingers.

"That's right, I knew I was forgetting something. It's not that your banshee moaning wasn't super sexy earlier, Kitsune, but I'd just like to fuck my property in peace and quiet right now."

"No! Please, not the cock gag!"

He grabbed the cock gag. I cursed myself.

He had to tie my ankles down to get me to stop thrashing on the bed. Soon enough, the tip of the long rubber cock was tickling the back of my throat and I was snorting gasps of air through my nose, the straps unbearably tight around my head and digging into my cheeks.

He pushed himself in me once again, and then I really felt how aroused my betraying body still was. "Christ, it's like a waterfall down here," he whispered almost to himself.

I realized now how dangerous the line I was walking was, and that maybe I hadn't fully thought through the whole maid plot. I was definitely wrong about him being the only one with something to risk. It would only be a matter of time before submission and subservience became second nature, he was already turning me into a proper bed toy. I was on a timeline, and I would have to work fast if I had a hope of ever getting out.

The worries faded as other feelings pushed them to the sidelines, center court in my mind preoccupied with my erogenous zones. His thrusting and his hands all over my tits and neck were all I need to start climbing. I rolled my eyes and let the physical aspects take over. There would be time to sort this out later, I had a cage all to myself after all. And time was on my side. If he thought he could turn me into a sex craving slut, well, maybe he was right about that one. It wasn't as if I had much choice, thanks to how he chose to go about it.

But making me a willing, subservient slave?

Not on your life, prick.