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It's easier to please him with blow jobs. In the dungeon, he never seems to want to allow my body rest. It's his fingers, his tongue, the vibrator, his cock. Over and over until I've lost track of the orgasms. And I'm supposed to count them. When I forget to count or lose track of how many, he punishes me.
His punishments hurt but haven't been overly harsh. I've never felt I was in true physical danger from them.
And every day he spends a lot of time on my ass. First it was his finger, lubed, pressing into me. I squirmed away at first, terrified, but he petted my hair and spoke soft words and was so gentle that I let my body relax until it did feel good. Strange, but also somehow pleasurable.
Since then he's been working me up with toys and butt plugs, slowly stretching me. I know what he's preparing me for, and a dark part of me is excited.
There’s a strange comfort in this routine, much like the one I'd formed with Seven for those few days when he touched me in the dark at night.
I'm worried about Seven. Is he alive? Is he hurt? Is he being neglected? Is he being fed? I wish I knew what was happening to him. Does our captor feed him when he's not with me? I've been afraid to ask. He hasn't given any indication he doesn't still want to share me, so maybe that guarantees Seven's safety and continuing existence.
Today after our daily routine, he takes me to a small room with large screens along the wall, revealing different angles of the cell Seven is in.
“Sit,” he orders.
I sit in the rolling leather chair, and he binds my wrists to the arms using cable ties from a desk nearby.
“Stay. And watch that screen.” I couldn't disobey the first order, unless I got out of the room and rolled down the hallway.
Before I can respond, he's gone. I turn my gaze back to the screen. Seven is chained in the cell. He can't have been chained the entire time because he looks clean, and the cell is clean. He's obviously used the bathroom and shower facilities. So that means our captor must be drugging him multiple times a day. This thought upsets me.
You can't just keep someone drugged like that without causing serious health consequences. Our captor never drugs me, but what happens when Seven starts to get sick from all the drugs building up in his system?
I'm relieved at least to see he's still alive. If he was beaten again, I can't find evidence of it. But his back is against the wall, so I can't know for sure. I tense as I watch the metal door slide open in the cell. Our captor pushes in a giant screen on wheels. From one of the screens in the control room I can see Seven clearly head on. From another I can see the screen that has been rolled into the cell.
“Where is she?” Seven demands. “Is she alive? If you've hurt her...”
“Relax, Hero. She's alive. She's fine. No permanent marks anywhere but her soul. She's still with me, learning to be good. Don't worry, I'll share her with you again soon. You still have to be trained to take proper control of her.”
Seven says nothing in response to this, but his glare tells me everything. I wish I could reach the microphone and the button on the control panel to talk to him and let him know I'm okay.
“I have a treat for you,” our captor says. “I felt bad that you weren't there for that first day when I took her into the dungeon. You missed watching the way she surrendered so sweetly to me. But I made a video. Would you like to see it?”
“No,” he says flatly, but he can't hide the curiosity and desire in his eyes.
Our captor laughs. “Yes, you do. Don't worry. I won't tell her you watched.” He pushes a play button on the screen and leaves Seven alone in the cell.
I'm horrified to see myself as he spanks me while I beg then asks if I want pleasure or pain. I don't want to watch myself like this, but I am riveted by the erotic display in front of me, so much so that I've forgotten Seven altogether.
Several minutes pass as I watch the kind of porn men would pay for. I jump when I hear the door to the control room open, and he's with me again.
“Wrong screen, Pretty Toy. Watch Seven.”
I turn my gaze to the other screen, shocked to find Seven's cock freed of his jeans as he watches and jerks off to the images in front of him.
My master leans close to my ear. “See, Kate, we're all the same. He's no better than me. He's sitting there, getting off knowing you were terrified and tied up at my mercy. He's getting off watching me make you come. And he does this, even without knowing what I've been doing to you the last week. If I've starved you, if I've beaten you. He just can't help himself. We're all animals in the end.”
His hand moves between my legs, and he chuckles. “I've trained you so well. So fucking wet. Are you ready to go back to Seven? I think it's time we both fucked you, don't you? Admit it, you want us both inside you.”
I strain for more contact, trying to grind my clit against his hand, but he pulls away. “Save it for Seven.”
I turn back to the screen in time to see Seven come on the concrete floor with a satisfied groan as if he's been saving it up the entire time I've been away from him.
Our captor flicks a switch on the control panel and leans into the microphone. “Kate is here with me, watching you come like a horny teenager. But I kept my word; I didn't tell her you were watching.”
Seven's hand stills on his cock. When he looks up at the screen, he looks guilty.
“I'm bringing her back to you now, so you'll be able to offer your sincerest apologies. I'm sure she'll be moved.”
