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No. 10246
Alright, so someone pointed out that I forgot the second chapter of this story, and they are right. I totally forgot about it until now, so here's the repost. This isn't a new chapter, so don't get your hopes up, but a new update is on the way, slowly but surely. Anyway, this takes places right after >>269 or the very first part of this story. Sorry if this is confusing, I wish I could go and like... re embed it in the right place, but I doubt that'll work. Anyway, here's the long lost part two!
Sam gaped as she looked up at the building that towered over them like some glowing-eyed monster and her bare feet were numb as they stood on the light sprinkling of snow that frosted the pavement. "Hurry up!" Jonathan snapped and hurried her through the door of the apartment and ushered her into the elevator. "You'll catch your death before I even get my money's worth out of you."
She growled at him, but was grateful for the warmth of the building, her entire body feeling numb. Realization of what her life had become was fighting to settle in her mind, but she refused to let it, allowing her to stay in the comforting numbness. Jonathan pressed the button for the 57th floor, the very highest number and her stomach lurched as the box started to move upward quickly. Such things as elevators and automatic doors were completely alien to the girl who had spent her entire 17 years in hiding.
Oblivious to her unease, he gripped her shoulder and led her out of the elevator after the doors finally opened. She looked around at the high, gilded ceilings in awe, the extravagance of the place more than anything she had ever experienced, yet her mouth dropped open when he typed in the pass code to the one of two doors on the length of the hallway. She was looking at a wall of glass that overlooked the entire city, the lights twinkling through the lightly falling snow. Comfortable leather furniture decorated the room and a fireplace was crackling loudly while a large HD television sat just beside it. The room seemed to ooze class and shouted of a lifestyle she knew nothing about. Doors branched off from the one she saw and she realized that this was only the beginning of the pent house apartment.
"Go sit by the fire," he ordered as pulled his coat off her shoulders and hung it on the polished oak coat rack next to a few hats.
Sam wasn't about to argue and rushed over to it, feeling the warmth bathe over her like water. She almost moaned in relief and scooted as close to the brick hearth as she could, almost feeling embers jump out to graze her skin. She flexed her numb hands, struggling to get the feeling back in them through the ropes were cutting into her wrists that had been put on for "safe transportation."
Jonathan looked over at her and sighed, brining out a small knife from his pocket. Sam looked up and all she saw was the naked blade in his hand as he advanced on her. She gave a fearful cry and ducked away from him only to lose her balance and land on her shoulder, jarring it horribly. "Calm down!" he snapped irritably and flipped her over onto her stomach before cutting the ropes away. Sam whimpered as the fibers of the rope stuck to the wounds on her wrists and heard him tsk his disapproval. He threw them aside and rubbed the palms of her hands to help get the blood flowing again.
"Stay here," he said shortly before walking into the attached kitchen and rummaged through a few drawers before he found what he was looking for. Sam didn't dare move, her heart still pounding against her chest as she listened to his movements. He returned with a damp washcloth and a small first aid kit before kneeling down beside her again. He cleaned her wrists quickly but thoroughly, ignoring her hiss of pain as he covered the area in a stinging antibiotic ointment. He wrapped her wrists in gauze and ordered simply, "Do not pick at that. Those bandages aren't coming off until I say so, understand?"
"Y-yes sir," she muttered quietly, still lying against the ground, her body trembling fearfully. She wasn't about to make a break for it with him still kneeling right beside her. Suddenly, she felt a cold piece of leather encircle her neck and snarled, jerking away from him to see the black collar in his hands. His eyes narrowed and he gripped her hair, yanking her back towards him roughly before he snapped the collar around her neck, making sure it couldn't slip off but wouldn't choke her either.
"And you will not take that off either or I will glue it so it will never come off," he warned her, raising an eyebrow as though daring her to protest. She flinched under his gaze and nodded mutely, crawling closer to the fire again, finding an odd comfort in its warmth. It was almost as good as wearing clothes, she decided. He snorted before packing up his first aid kit and disappearing into the kitchen again.
Sam waited with baited breath, expecting him to appear around the corner again and dared to feel a bit of relief when he didn't. She sat up cautiously, her green eyes settling on the door they had come in through. There was his long coat and a hat hanging from the rack and a plan already began to form in her head. Her head jerked around when she heard laughter and saw him leaning against the marble kitchen counter, an amused smirk on his face. "Oh so now you're thinking of escaping now are you?" he asked condescendingly.
Her anger bubbled up inside of her and erupted before she could stop herself. "Fuck you," she hissed, green eyes flashing dangerously.
He raised an eyebrow at her and said lightly, in that same annoyingly condescending voice, "Language there ginger snap."
For some reason that sent her over the edge, causing her anger bubbling over into rage. She picked up the knife he had used to cut her wrists free and threw it at him with all the strength her drained body could muster. He didn't so much as flinch as the blade embedded itself in the drywall next to his head. Without warning he walked towards her, grabbing the knife from the wall as he did. Her eyes widened as she realized exactly what she had done and backed away from him, eyes welded to the knife in his hand.
She gave a terrified cry as she backed into the wall, unable to retreat any further. The man knelt down in front of her, pressing his knee between her legs and the knife up against her throat. "That was a very bad idea," he said, voice dangerous.
"I-I'm sorry, Oh God, I didn't mean to I-I-I just..." she couldn't even finish her sentence, gasping as she felt the knife press closer to her neck. She closed her eyes, tears streaming out from behind them as she felt his hand rove down her side before moving in-between her legs, spreading her outer lips with his fingers.
"I should beat you and sell you to the mating kennels for even trying that," he hissed into her ear as he pushing a single finger into her tight pussy. She gave a choked off gasp, her tears coming faster now. "But fortunately for you, I've trained more disobedient gingers, and I will not fail on you," he hissed and pressed a second finger into her, pumping them in and out and feeling her juices flow over them. He pulled them back out and licked them clean, a smile playing across his face. He kissed her forehead gently before licking away her stream of tears. "Calm down," he whispered, his voice changing to a tone that could be considered comforting as he tossed the knife aside.
Her shoulders were hitching with quiet sobs. Oh God, she had never been so scared in her life. She kept her eyes shut tight so she didn't see him undo his pants, taking out his cock and positioning it between her legs. "This is part one of your training," he whispered before thrusting into her, feeling the tight membrane break. Sam cried out, her tears only flowing stronger as a bit of blood trickled from her.
Jonathan stroked her face, making quiet comforting noises though they fell on her deaf ears as she blocked herself off from what was happening. He laid her down and began to thrust into her steadily, groaning at the tightness. Oh God, there was nothing like breaking a cherry on one this young. He reached down to finger her clit gently, knowing that this would be hard for her at first though with his training, it would get better with time.
He continued his assault, watching her sobs only grow as her body betrayed her, sending disgusting pangs of pleasure through her body. She gave a hoarse cry as her muscles tightened and twitched around him before he came as well, shooting his cum deep inside of her pure, unsoiled body. He pulled out with a groan and frowned as she curled up into a tight ball, hugging her shoulders as she cried.
He sighed and picked her up like the child she was before carefully taking her to another room of the apartment with a large Jacuzzi style bathtub and open, marble tiled shower. He carried her into the shower and turned on the water, feeling it caress his shoulders as he washed her gently, bringing up a soft cloth the clean her.
She hid her face against his chest, her body still shaking though Jonathan couldn't tell if she was crying anymore or not. Gently he dried the beading water from her pale skin before carrying her to the room he had arranged for her and laid her tense form down in the comfortable bed. He tucked the blankets in around her before pushing two painkillers into her mouth, holding her pale lips and nose closed until she swallowed.
As soon as he let go of her she curled up into a small ball and pulled the blankets tightly around her, feeling as though they were her only protection. He sighed and leaned down to kiss her forehead, seeing her flinch and trying his best to ignore it. "Goodnight Sam," he said quietly as he went to her door and wasn't surprised when he didn't get a reply. He locked the door before closing it and heading to his own room.
The first night was always the worst.
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