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Robin had been following Violet for a long time, deciding to finally make a move. He posed as a driver, taking her to the backroads before claiming he needed to check something with the tire and getting in the back with her to bind her up. He went simple, leather armbinder over her arms and a matching hood over her head. She was gagged with a harness panel gag laced with the drug, keeping her quiet under the hood. Once she was handled, he roughly groped her tits. “Now, let’s get you home.” He drove her home, parking in her garage and using the keys from her purse to let himself in. He tossed her on the bed, chuckling as he looked down at her. The drug had started to take effect, her top snug on her expanding chest. “This looks way too tight…” He roughly groped her tits, using a knife to cut them free from the clothing. “Much better.”
She had been taken on her way back from a party in what she thought was her Uber. And she remembered he was pretty cute, her driver. She almost thought of flirting with him. She had gotten in and when they had a ‘flat tire’ she thought that it was odd, but stupidly not enough to get off her phone of checking social media. Before she knew it, she was in this predicament, harshly tied and helpless with her arms tied tightly behind her and a hood over her head, blinding her completely. And the gag had been something else. Sure she sucked on bigger things when she did her videos, but still there was something about this one. There was something on it, not exactly sweet but not bland either. She shuffled and moaned against her bonds, but nothing seemed to help. And even worse, she felt the strangest sensation in her breasts. It wasn’t painful, but it was like they were getting bigger? Her shirt she had been wearing seemed to be so tight against them. She felt him lift her and she whimpered, trying to struggle before being dropped on a bed. She tried to wiggle but soon his hands were on her. As he gripped her tits, she almost screamed in surprise. Were they ever this sensitive? Maybe it was because this had secretly been a certain kind of fantasy she had, and even played out on her videos. But it never actually happened, was it really turning her on this much? She squealed and wiggled, but worse was that she felt the slickness so much it reached her thighs. She moaned into her gag, blind under the hood and helpless to whatever the driver wanted.
He watched her squirm, continuing to grope at her growing chest. Robin sat her up on her bed, pulling her onto her knees. “Such a good girl. You’re going to make so much money for me, aren’t you?” He used her thumbprint to get into her phone, starting to look through everything. This was exciting, being in her room on her phone with the woman herself bound up for him with no way to know what he was doing. Robin leaned down, sucking on her nipple as his hand toyed with the other.
Once her nipples were hard, he left her sitting there to explore her room. It was fully stocked, something he expected from a woman in her line of work. Robin returned with a box, petting her hooded face lightly. He clamped her nipples, lightly tugging at the chain. Robin grabbed a vibrator from the box, pushing Violet down onto her stomach. Her skirt was flipped up and her panties were pulled down around her knees, leaving her holes on display. He teased her for a bit, slowly sliding the toy inside her. Robin started teasing her asshole with a plug next, slowly working the toy inside her with lube. He was patient, wanting her full and on display for the camera he had on her.
She continued to moan into the gag as he continued to grope her sensitive breasts. It was little needles in her breasts that were at the same time somehow hitting her pleasure spots. She wiggled in her bonds, whimpering and moaning despite herself, and in a way that was turning her on more. Sure she knew the art of realistic self bondage through her live cams and videos, but this time she truly couldn’t escape. She was left helpless by someone in vulnerable position and had a gag and hood on her so she couldn’t see who had her or what was happening to her. And wiggling against it to make her realize how helpless she was and moaning into the gag was just making her wetter. When he manhandles her, she whimpers but fuck was that a turn on too. She couldn’t believe how much she was turned on by all this considering she was being kidnapped and groped. She felt herself on a bed so she could only wiggle and try to plead into her gag. She felt off balance at first, something in front of her weighing her down with a weight she wasn’t used to. Her body felt weird with it. At the sudden pinch of the nipple clamps, she squeals and twitches hard in her bonds. Fuck they had never felt that painful before. Her legs were shaking, and her breasts hurt more as they were smushed onto what she was now sure was a bed, ass in the air for her holes on display for how wet they were. Feeling the vibrator, she squealed and wiggled again until it easily entered into her. She moaned, almost humping the air. She should be ashamed of herself, but it felt so good. And did she recognize the vibrator? Wait, was it hers?? She felt lube on her asshole and moans, still blind as she feels the stranger’s finger into her ass.
He slowly coaxed a plug into her asshole, smacking her ass before moving to focus on her pussy. Robin slowly thrust the toy in and out of her, the front of the toy ghosting over her clit when it was inside her. “Such a good girl. I knew you would be.” This was going rather well. He wasn’t going to get overly cocky, but he felt like he’d gotten away with it. There was still going to be caution, but he didn’t think she would need to hood and gag much longer at this rate. He wasn’t so naive that he thought he could leave her unbound, but this was still much better than what he expected her reaction would be.
Robin helped her sit up, groping her large breasts. They had finally stopped growing, leaving her with a busty chest. He turned her around so her new chest was in full display for the camera, groping her breasts. He peppered in light slaps, using his other hand to continue moving the vibrator inside her. He kissed the top of her hooded head, speaking clearly so she could hear him. “Do you want to cum, whore? Give me a good show and I’ll let you cum.”
He knew first-hand that she could give a good show. This was her entire career. She came her brains out on camera and people gave her money. Now, her value had exponentially gone up. Her new chest was going to bring so many new customers and he knew it.
When the plug entered her ass, she lets out another moan. And that moan gets deeper and hoarser when she feels the vibrator move in and out, almost touching her clit and she almost thrusts forward so it could reach. Fuck this shouldn’t be turning her on so much, but she was a sex crazed girl who was going through a fantasy. Sure deep down she was scared but she could barely focus on that when she was so horny and turned on. When she was sitting up again, she realized how much it was a struggle to stand up again, how she wanted to lean forward. Her breasts felt so…heavy? It was then she realized it was like having a cushion under her when she was laying down. She moaned at the thought. Were they really this big? Was she drugged? She realized it was a fact when hands groped them again. They were spilling out of the hand. She could feel it and it was a weird sensation. And she felt so sensitive. When the vibrator was moving in her again she could almost melt as she moaned, thrusting lightly into it and growing wetter as she squealed each time a slap hit her very sensitive breasts. She heard his voice and moaned whimpering into the blackness. She was so wet and needy. Fuck. She moaned into the gag louder, squealing and whimpering every now and then, that feeling of helplessness, gagged and blinded and bound felt so fucking good.
He watched her, gently running his hand across her breasts. “Such a good girl. Cum.” Robin made sure that she came, petting her lightly as she finished. He carefully laid her back on her stomach, spreading her legs open into a h position. Robin grabbed the camera, getting in close to show off her holes. He rolled her onto her side, showing off her new chest and the clamps attached to her nipples. “Such a pretty thing…” His hand lightly groped her breasts, slowly removing the clamps. He showed her hooded face, panting breath from behind it before he turned the camera off. “Alright, girl. Let’s get you cleaned up. He threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bathroom. Robin ran warm bathwater, sitting her down into it. He carefully removed the hood, hand resting over her brow to help her eyes adjust to the sudden light.
"There you are. It’s alright, take it slow. Don’t want the light to hurt your eyes.” He grabbed a cup, wetting her hair. “Your hair is all sweaty. Just shut your eyes when I rinse, alright?” He lathered shampoo into her hair, leaving it on to soak in as he started soaping up a rag for her body. He started with her shoulders, moving between her legs and down them. Her chest was last. He slowly lathered up her breasts, knowing that these were new. “I know they’re heavier than you’re used to, but you’ll adjust. They’re gorgeous.”
As this mystery man continued to tease her pussy, she was moaning and thrusting into the vibrator, her orgasm building and building in her. Fuck she needed to cum, but then she heard those magic words, muffled from the hood, but she knew she got the blessing. And fuck, knowing that she was under that control certainly didn’t help her need to cum either. Like the slut she was, her hips rocked and stuttered hard as she came all over the vibrator, moaning loudly into the gag. Even though it was dark she felt like she was seeing stars in that moment. The hood over her didn’t allow her a lot of air. When she was finally coming down, she realized she was on her stomach again and this time she definitely felt that her breasts were larger. Huge. No wonder she was struggling a bit now. The clamps were heaven when they finally came off her sore pinched nipples. And when the hood finally came off, her blonde hair was astray and some strands sticking to her face. She moaned, the gag still in her mouth, eyes blinking as she tried to get used to the light and around her. Even in the blur as her eyes came back she recognized she was definitely in her room. But she didn’t have that much of a chance to look before she was suddenly thrown over his shoulder. She squealed again, trying to kick her feet before she was set in her bathroom. She looked around, down at her body as the water was getting higher in the tub when she looked down at her breasts. And her eyes bulged slightly before she looked at the man, squealing into her gag before looking at her breasts again. How the hell did that happen?! How were they this big?! It was like she was now wearing balloons on her chest! She whimpered and tried to talk in the gag before she was lifted into the warm water. And despite herself, it felt nice. She looked at the man and whined. It wasn’t that they were ‘bigger’, they were mountains!
He laughed at her reaction, smiling as he carefully washed her breasts. “I know… They’re significantly bigger than before.” Robin gently tapped the gag, bringing it to her attention. “A little something from a friend of mine. Tastes weird, huh?” Robin was taking his time, groping her large breasts rather than truly washing them. “He grabbed her phone, having reset the password when he was in it earlier so he didn’t need her fingerprint every time and to keep her out of it without his permission.
He showed her the video he’d just posted on her account, views and payment levels skyrocketing. "Your new tits are a big hit. Oh, and don’t worry, I’ll be managing your accounts. Keeping you active. You’ve got to earn money if we’re going to stay in this nice house of yours.” Robin petted her hair, tilting her head up so she was looking at him. “I know you’re confused, but I’m a big fan of your work. I’m not going to hurt you, just punish you if need be.” He picked up a cup, filling it with water. “Close your eyes.” He let her close her eyes, washing her hair before patting her eyes dry with the towel. “You may open them.” He lathered her hair with conditioner, rinsing her body. “I will let you ask questions when we eat. Fair? For now, eyes closed again.” He rinsed her hair again, draining the water and thoroughly drying her off so he could lift her again.
This time, he took her to the kitchen and sat her down in a chair. Robin started cooking, returning to her once it was in the oven. He brushed her hair, putting it up in a braided bun to keep it out of her face. Once she was clean, Robin removed the gag to allow her to speak. “Go on, I know you have plenty of questions.”
She couldn’t stop staring at her new, giant breasts as he talked and washed them…or rather groped them than clean them. They were massive. She could no longer see anything below them like before. And no wonder they were so sensitive since they were so big, and her sense of balance was completely off. Her attention was caught when he tapped her gag and she looked at him. As he talked, she bit more on the ball that was in her mouth. No wonder it didn’t taste like the normal weather that she was used to. She cooed into the gag. When he brought out her phone, her brows furrowed before her eyes suddenly widened and bulged out of her sockets as she watches the video for herself and listens to him. He was filming her while she was going through that?! And no one would have any idea that she had been kidnapped. It looked like other videos she had posted where it seemed it was noncon. But now everyone was watching someone play with her, completely helpless, and they were enjoying it. And, maybe she was being self indulgent, but she looked hot in that video. Completely helpless as she was played with and this mystery man had been showcasing her new huge breasts. And she had to admit that she looked….fucking hot. She had always thought of getting a few sizes bigger but on this it looked like she was a toy doll. She closes her eyes when he tells her, thinking as he cleans her. It feels nice to be cleaned, but thoughts were still racing through her head. This man was a fan of hers? Obviously he knew about her online presence, and what type of things she posted. How long had he been watching her? When he takes her to the kitchen, he sits her down and she is still. She didn’t want to fight, both the change to her body and the orgasms making her body spent, but she didn’t know what else he would do. And at least she knew she was in her house, she wasn’t somewhere strange. She stares at him wearily, stretching her jaw a bit when the gag is finally out of her mouth. She closes it, swallowing and feeling better before she looks at him. “Who are you?” she asks gently, “what do you want with me?”
He nodded at her questions, having expected them. “Classic kidnapped damsel questions, of course.” He focused on preparing food while answering her. “I’m just a fan of your work. And, honestly, I think you might have figured out what I want from you by this point. You belong to me now. You’re going to keep working, but you’ll be working for me. Basically, you’re just going to look pretty and cum your brains out. Two things I know you can do.”
Robin came over with two plates, setting one down in front of Violet. “If you need to consider me like a manager, that’s fine… I will be taking care of you and your business.” He tilted her head up, gently popping her mouth open to feed her. “But, you are mine. You will do as you’re told.” He let her eat, petting her hair. “I scheduled you a nice gangbang tomorrow.” His tone was perfectly conversational as if he were simply discussing the weather. “You’ll want to eat up and get plenty of sleep, you’re fucking twenty guys before lunch.” Robin knew what he was doing, making sure that she got plenty of protein for dinner and breakfast tomorrow. He fed her slowly, wanting to give her plenty of time without the gag on. “I’ll let you sleep without a gag if you can be a good girl… You can be a good girl, can’t you?”
She watches him carefully as he moves around her kitchen. He seemed so casual in her place, like it was his own place too. It seemed eerie but at the same time….not? It was hard to explain for her. Perhaps he had even been in her house before. She felt her heart racing as he explained what he was doing here, what he was planning to do with her. That she belonged to him now like a little toy, taking over her online business and video making it seemed. As scared as she was, she felt pulses going straight to her pussy. Good little tingles as she moved her legs to squeeze her thighs a bit. The way he talked about making her cum hard and look pretty like a little doll. Fuck. She feels a shiver go down her spine as he moves her chin so that her mouth opens up. She takes the food he gives her and eats it, slowly, still taking in every inch of her captor that she could see. A ‘manager’ it seemed would be a bit of a shortfall for what he seemed to be planning. She was going to be his good little whore porn star. He certainly wasn’t bad on the eyes though, and she felt herself already wondering what he looked like out of the clothes he was wearing. She was in the middle of eating more food that he had given her when her eyes almost bulged out as he explained her apparent plans for tomorrow. A gang-bang was one thing, and fuck she did like those–okay think about something different Violet this man is essentially holding you hostage–but to then go on and say 20 guys?? This man was whoring her out essentially. Another tingle went straight to her pussy and she squeezed her thighs a bit more. “How long have you been watching me?” she asked him. He was obviously a fan of her online work, but to go for a level of thought out plans like this, this definitely wasn’t an 'on-the-whim’ situation. At his question though, after eating more bites obediently, she nods. “Yes,” she tells him, wanting to be good.
He got her fed, going to wash the dishes. “I’ve been watching for a while. These things don’t happen in one night. And I am very cautious.” It didn’t really matter how long he’d been watching and planning. The plan was in motion now. Robin carefully picked her up into his arms, taking her back to her bedroom and placing her on the bed.
“The only thing that matters now is that I’ve got you. And I’ve planned carefully enough that you’re not going anywhere.” Robin laid down in the bed, pulling her against his chest. He ran his hand up her side, fingertips running along her curves. “You’re going to be my good girl. My pretty little fuck doll.” With the arm binder holding her arms behind her back, her chest was more prominently on display. Robin’s hand groped her breasts, lightly touching her skin. “Such a pretty little thing…” He lightly kissed her forehead, petting her hair. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Right now, you’ve just got one man in a video with you. I need to cover my tracks by making sure I’m not the only man on your account.”
He turned the lights off, lightly pinching her nipple. “Your job is to give us a good show. One step out of line tomorrow and I’ll put my little doll in storage until she’s ready to behave herself. Do you understand me?”
That wasn’t really an answer, but then again she was sure that it actually didn’t matter. He had what he wanted: her. And she was right bound up in his kinky controlling hands. She didn’t know if there would be a way out of this and honestly, as much as her heart was racing there wasn’t actually a lot of fear. Maybe it helped she was in her own home so she felt safe in the space still. And honestly, a little toy for someone, no con non-con, but something true. She had to stop thinking with her pulsing pussy. She is surprised at his strength again when he lifted her up when he was done. She felt so much heavier with her new breasts. When she was placed on the bed, she feels the skin tingle with a hot icy-shiver as his fingers trail her curves, playing with her sensitive breasts. She winces slightly at the power he touches them, still very sensitive, but doesn’t pull away as she listens, pausing for a second before leaning her head closer to her chest to try and get more comfortable as he held her close to him. With her new breasts, and the way they were protruding out more with the way her arms were growing numb from the binds, it was certainly harder, but she felt comfortable in her warm bed. She was used to sleeping nude - it was the best after all - so her bed sheets were bought with the mind of softness and warmth. Being under them was comfortable. As she listened, she held her tongue, not wanting to anger him if she talked. She didn’t know if she was allowed to speak. But she still clenched her thighs together as discretely as she could because no she should not find what he is saying so hot. She yelps slightly as he pinches the sensitive nipple again and leans a bit into the way he pets her hair. She nods. “I’ll be good. I promise.” I mean, being fucked by 20 guys? And in this hot body, she should not find that so hot. She smiles slightly at the thought. “I’ll be a good girl.”
He smiled, kissing the side of her head lightly. “Good girl. Get some sleep.” Robin held her against his chest, lightly rubbing her back until he felt her fall asleep. He couldn’t risk falling asleep first, even if she was bound.
Robin woke up to the sound of his phone alarm, rolling over to turn it off before turning back to her. “Time to get up.” He picked her up into his arms, carrying her into the kitchen and sitting her down at the table while he cooked. Robin made eggs and bacon, placing one plate in front of her and another in front of him. “You’re going to need to be on your best behavior today. We’re going to change the way you’re bound. Don’t want to hurt you.” He fed her again, knowing that she didn’t have her hands. “Then, later, if you’re a really good girl, I’ll let you have your arms free. But, you’ll need to behave and your ankles will still be chained.”
He wanted her to know what was happening to her, wanting to make sure that she was aware of his plans. “We’re also going to filter in slowly. But, you’re going to be fucking a lot today.” Robin paused, tilting her head up so he could look directly at her. “You let me know when you need a break. I’ll make sure you get whatever you need.” Robin hadn’t done this out of malice, quite the opposite. He had seen that she was beautiful and that she wasn’t being treated right. He wanted to take care of her, to protect her.
There were so many thoughts in her mind, on what happened to her tonight, the images of how she was going to get fucked tomorrow and trying to control the ache between her legs. But soon she found herself drifting to sleep. Her dreams were certainly not bad. The images of men fucking her had followed her into sleep. She had always been a vivid dreamer, and it certainly helped when she had dreams like that. But it also hurt more when an alarm went off. She groaned lightly, moving to rub at her eyes before realizing she couldn’t feel her arms. After being tied all night they bad almost lost their feeling. She didn’t struggle as he carried her to the kitchen, still blinking tiredly as he made her breakfast, listening to what he said. She looked up when he wanted her to, when the food was brought closer to her mouth, she opened her mouth and ate it obediently. It felt good to wake up a little fuzzy in the head, and being given food while helpless wasn’t the worse feeling either. When he talked about her getting fucked a lot today, the slightest moan left her mouth before she could help it. Already her pussy was tingling with the thoughts. And being bound while doing so, helpless, it sent jolts straight down to her pussy. When he talked about her saying what she needed, she almost paused slightly as she thought about what he said. She was unsure if she should tell him now, not wanting to seem like talking would be out of place. However, at the same time she was unsure if she would be punished if she didn’t. She asked him, her voice soft, “do you know that most of my toys or or shows are on timers, or why?” She asked, taking a glance at him. Would he know that she needed them or else she would go too far off the deep end?
He paused from feeding her, shaking his head and lightly petting her hair. “I assumed that your shows were just at specific times to make it more accessible. So that people can know exactly when to expect you. So that you could always have a good audience.” Robin was curious. There was only so much that he could learn about her from afar.
Robin pet her hair lightly, walking around her to drag over his bag. He gestured for her to just continue. “Ignore me, I’m just going to take care of your arms. Explain it to me, sweetling.” He locked leather cuffs around her ankles, giving her just enough chain between them so that she could walk. But, the chain was threaded around the table leg for the moment. He stood up, moving behind her to remove the armbinder. Robin went slow, carefully rubbing her arms to get some feeling back in them. He lightly massaged her arms, kissing from her shoulder down to her elbow.
She pursed her lips for a moment. She had told her partners before, making sure they knew before she knew they would go very dark. It wasn’t like she kept it a dark secret or was ashamed, but she paused slightly, unsure what he would think. But how he fed her and stroked her hair made her feel safe. She explained it to him as he set her up in a new arrangement, “that connivance I came to realize after when people logged on. But often when I go down into sun space, I can go too far. I don’t really recognize how much time is passed, I’m so in my head that I don’t recognize signs that my body needs a break. A few times when I did pre recorded videos I passed out when I was alone. I did so on a few lives in my first few lives, and after I often got really bad sub drop. I talked to some friends and they suggested getting the specialty ones that are timed. So I set the times before I begin videos or lives and when the countdown goes off and the live stops, so do the toys, so I don’t go over my limit.” She winced and whimpers slightly when she feels the arm binder come off. Her arms and hands were completely numb. The massage to her skin hurt slightly as they got feeling, but helped her to get that feeling sooner. She took some deep breaths, continuing as she tried to flex her fingers to get some feeling, “so if we don’t use the timers then I’ll need to rely on you or…whoever, to watch me for the signs or what I need because I might not be able to know.” She looked at him, hoping that was okay.
He listened to her, nodding silently as he continued to gently massage her arms. When she looked up at him, he simply cupped her cheek and lightly kissed her lips. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I will be right there, watching only you.” Robin lightly pressed the palm of his hand to her back, guiding her to rest her head on the table. He started to carefully massage her back, knowing that the armbinder could also cause some tension there as well. “I won’t let anything hurt you. And, even if you do pass out, I will make sure that you are taken care of. You will wake back up perfectly clean and in your bed while I eat your pussy.”
Robin carefully sat her back up, kissing the top of her head as he moved to sit back down. He offered her another bite, wanting to make sure that she was well-fed. Especially now that she’d mentioned passing out as a possibility. “As much as I tell you that you belong to me, I plan to cater to you. You will be waited on hand and foot. I swear, you will want for absolutely nothing.” Robin knew that her hands were technically free and that she could feed herself, but he meant what he was saying to her. She would want for nothing. He would give this woman anything that she wanted. Robin hadn’t taken her intending to hurt her.
She waits for his answer, comforted by the way he cupped her cheek and a little surprised when he kissed her, but she didn’t pull away. She knew she should, but he wasn’t hurting her. In fact, as he talked, now that she thought about it, he hadn’t hurt her all night. Quite the contrary, he had given her an amazing breast enhancement and from the pictures she saw last night she liked the look. And he had made her cum hard and harder too, something she still felt wet over, and bathed her after. When he described what he would do, how he would watch her, and in the end what would happen if the worse came, she giggled and smirked slightly. “I do love having my pussy eaten,” she smiles. She lets out the smallest sigh of relaxation as he began to massage her back as well. It felt nice and she almost closed her eyes before he righted her up again, reminding her that the day certainly wasn’t over yet. She opens her mouth obediently again as he feeds her. As she chews, she listens and nods. She knows that she shouldn’t trust a man who essentially kidnapped her and is holding her hostage in her own home, but as often as she did, she was thinking with her pussy and was already imagining how he would tie her as he recorded her getting fucked again and again all day. “Why me?” she asked.
He stood up, washing the dishes. “To be honest, I’m not completely sure. I know that I liked your videos and that you were beautiful. And I want to take care of you. But, I guess I can’t completely answer that. Because I don’t really know. I’ve been planning this for so long that I really don’t know the exact answer.”
Robin went back to her, lightly rubbing her shoulders. “Alright, it’s time to get you bound back up.” He took the time to gently rub her arms, carefully massaging them. After a couple minutes, he grabbed some velvet rope from the bag. He carefully bound her wrists to her breasts, kissing across her chest lightly. “I don’t want to bind your arms behind you, I know they were in that position all day yesterday. Let me know if that starts to hurt.” He was lightly groping her breasts, testing the binds a bit before pulling back. Robin held out a ring gag to her, softly petting her hair. “It’s going to be alright. I promise. If you need anything, look at me and blink twice. But, if you do pass out, it’s alright. I’ll be right there. You’re safe.”
That was part of the reason that he’d wanted to keep her at her own house. He’d wanted her to have that comfort. It would also be less suspicious that someone was keeping her captive if she was in her own home and she kept posting. Once she was bound and gagged, he untied her ankles from the chair to help her to her feet. He took her back to the bedroom, lying her down. “I’ll be back. I’m going to get everything ready.”
She watches him as he does the dishes, listening to what he says. She should find it a compliment that he found her so attractive, and then mentally scolded herself. So he was handsome and made her cum til she saw stars, she shouldn’t fancy her kidnapper! She tried to tell herself that though as he rubbed her still slightly sore shoulders and arms. She had regained feeling in them and they burned slightly, but it was the good type that she liked and had gotten used to. She didn’t argue when he announced it was time to bind her. She knew she wouldn’t get far with it, especially since her feet were still tied. But she had a feeling this would happen one way or another. Ad he bound her new large breasts, she was silent except a few gasps from how they were still more sensitive than she was used to. With her hands bound to her breasts, they wouldn’t get too far and certainly couldn’t be used to help her untie herself. She already felt her folds getting a little more slick, especially when he started massaging them and she let out short little moans. When he lifted the gag, she barely noticed how she immediately opened her mouth so he could put it on her. She tested it a bit, moaning slightly and feeling her folds get even slicker. She relaxed as he pet her hair, nodding to him to show she understood him. It took her a second to balance herself, both because of her arms being tied, but also because her large breasts completely offset her balance. When she found herself, she carefully walked to her bedroom and laid as he wanted her. She moaned, wondering what he had planned as he disappeared. She stared up, taking a moment before using her hands to feel her own breasts. She hadn’t felt them herself, and although at her awkward angle she felt them up. They were huge in her hands, her hand not even able to cover it. She slowly massaged them, moaning a bit and feeling herself get wetter and wetter.
When Robin returned, there were three other men with him. “Someone’s enjoying herself.” He laughed and gestured for them to wait, kneeling on the bed to help her sit up. The men behind him were already nude, stroking their cocks as they eyed her up. “You’re alright, just relax. Don’t worry about a single thing. I’ve got you.”
He handed her over to the group, sitting back to keep an eye on her. Robin was tempted to fuck her, but he didn’t want to risk missing something if his focus wasn’t explicitly on her. He was recording it, but it wasn’t live. He wanted the chance to edit in case something happened.
The three men manhandled Violet, moving her into position so they could all fuck her. One man laid under her with his cock buried in her pussy as the other two knelt behind and in front of her, fucking her mouth and ass. Her holes were full and there was a line of men waiting at the door. Robin’s eyes were solely focused on her, waiting for the signal that she needed to stop. He knew that she was his prisoner, but he did all of this out of devotion for her. Robin had been so completely stricken by her the moment he’d seen her.
Violet’s mind was so faced on playing with her new large breasts, how they were so plentiful in her hand that she hadn’t even heard the man come back. She opens her eyes, looking towards him and only realizing then that she also didn’t hear the other men at the door come in. She moaned and mewed, eyes widening slightly as she realized this was actually going to happen, that she was going to be fucked by multiple men. Her eyes watch the three men as they walk up to the bed, moaning as she feels them manhandle her. Picking her up as though she was absolutely nothing of weight to them. As they position her, she mews and moans, not realizing how much she missed her thighs rubbing together until her legs were forced apart. She looks over at him, making sure she was there and feeling some safety and relief when she saw he was there, watching her and, as she noticed, filming her. But he was there. And she knew everyone would soon see her slutty self being fucked hard by a group of men, her tied up and nothing to say about it. She moans, feeling them position her and then their cocks near her holes. The one in her ass moves in first and a sharp shiver moves down her spine as she moans, the sound getting gutteral as another huge cock enters her pussy. She almost shudders, twisting at the restraints not out of wanting to get out, but out of pure pleasure and unable to hold the emotions in. She is whimpering, panting slightly with the open gag before she chokes by the sudden entrance of another cock. Her tongue swirls around it as she moans against it, eyes going hazy as she feels all three cocks stuffing her full.
Robin watched her closely, not completely sure what would happen but wanting to be sure that he was paying attention. The men fucked her, their hips thrusting inside of her and rocking her body between them. Each thrust moved her body, helping to push and pull her body onto theirs. When they finally came, the man inside her pussy pulled out of her to cum over her chest while the other two came inside her.
They were only there for a moment longer, groping her body for a bit before leaving so another group could come in. These men moved into position, filling her holes together and fucking her. These ones were going slower, pointedly not trying to let her cum as they used her. When Violet was getting too close to an orgasm, the two in her ass and pussy moved to take one of her hands. They had her stroke them until they were cumming over her chest and face. Hands once again groped her body, taking her hands to make her play with her nipples. Robin had warned them that only every third group could let her cum. That way she only came three times as seven groups fucked her. He was honestly trying to test her a bit, see how much was too much and figure out what she needed. Robin was trying to see her limits, though he hadn’t expected there to be concern for her passing out. He was trying to limit her actual orgasms, seeing if it was her actually cumming that wiped her out or if just the excitement.
Violet was in pure ecstasy as she felt the cocks fucking her body. She had a bit more focus on the one in her mouth, expertly using her tongue and sucking as she could with her gag in her mouth, but she let herself fully enjoy the cocks in her pussy and ass as they fucked her at differing intervals and levels. Her mind was already getting hazy after a few minutes of fucking. Through the gag and cock in her mouth she was moaning and mewing as she was fucked as her pleasure centers were fully touched. She whimpers as the cock in her pussy leaves her and consciously feels the warm spirts on her chest, but she bucks the air as she cums herself, wishing the cock was still there. She chokes first at the cum in her mouth, but swallows as best she can with the gag until she is panting as it is taken out. She whimpers, her holes gaping slightly and tingling with need as they were emptied. She opens her eyes and looks around lazily as she feels the hands groping her body, moaning and mewing again as she feels the hands on her sensitive body. When the first group finally left, she moaned lightly, head still reeling. She didn’t get a chance to fully understand her surroundings until she felt more cocks inside her. She was back to making her noises, though more in distress and need as she felt them pointedly going slower than before. She bucks slightly, wanting more, desperate for it but almost growls when it isn’t abided. She keeps feeling the pleasure as they fuck her, mewing loudly again as she felt herself close but was then left with empty holes. They shuttered and contracted, aching for the missing cocks before she feels them in her hands. Mind still a little hazy, she knows enough to use her hands to help them get off, gasping and mewing slightly still before jolting in pleasure when she feels more warm spirts on her breasts and her face. She could only imagine herself, cum all over her face like the slut she was and on her newly massive breasts. She moaned, mewing loudly before feeling them guide her to play with her breasts, which she happily obliged to.
The second group stayed long enough to give her body some cool-down time, groping her large breasts and playing with her nipples to give her a light bit of pleasure while ensuring she didn’t cum this round. They left, a third group entering and manhandling her body into position. The man fucking her mouth yanked on her hair, fucking her face rather than really giving her any agency in the blowjob. The one lying on his back was holding her hips, cock buried inside her pussy as she was pulled to ride him. The man behind her was fucking her ass, a bit more active than the one lying on the bed. He moved her body, bouncing her back onto both cocks that filled her holes.
It was a bit of a separation, the man in her mouth trying to keep her body still as the other two were trying to make her do most of the movement. These men were fucking her hard, knowing that they could make her cum. The man inside her pussy pulled out of her once again, cumming over her breasts rather than inside her. Robin had rules, wanting to keep other men from cumming inside of her in that way. And it offered some good images, so Robin considered it a win-win.
He zoomed the camera every once in a while, wanting a few different images. His focus was on her, making sure that she was watched after. The men finished, lying in bed casually as they groped her breasts and pussy. These ones were making sure she was pleasured, knowing that the next group would be denying her. One of the men was testing the waters, slapping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Although slightly aware of the ache and annoyance of not being able to cum, as she felt the second group left, she laid down, eyes closed and panting slightly. She opened them, glancing around lazily before spotting him, her Master, and felt a little warm, more aching in her holes as she felt her walls pulsing slightly at the sight of him. An idea of wanting him even though she felt herself slowly starting to feel that great floaty sensation. She didn’t have a long chance to recover before feeling the hands on her again. She mewed at being manhandled and lifted up, moved into a new position as this group wanted. Once again, three men and she felt a shiver and rush of excitement that three cocks were going back inside her again. She moaned lightly before a louder gagging sound came as the cock slammed into her mouth. She made guttural sounds as she was face fucked, a tight hand gripping her hair to let her relish in that pain as well. Her mouth was just an object to use as the man pleased. She soon felt a cock roughly enter her pussy below her, hands gripped tight to her but the cock in her ass was what allowed her to properly ride both cocks as her small body bounced on both. She could barely contain moans as she felt the cocks and men hold absolutely nothing back. Her new large breasts were bouncing as well, her hands once in a while holding them and squeezing since she could do nothing else at the moment with her hands. Against the cock in her mouth she was squealing, almost like a pig as the men fucked her hard without mercy. She felt her vision haze over, nothing else around her but those cocks driving her absolutely mad. She soon couldn’t stop herself as she was used like a little cock doll and came hard on the man’s cock in her pussy, squealing and writhing on the cocks, stars dancing across her vision for a few minutes as she was fucked through her orgasm. She soon felt the cock leave her pussy and she whimpered as best she could through the possessive cock in her mouth, wanting to be full again before feeling the spirts on her breasts again. She did her best to take the cocks still in her, jumping and squealing as she felt hands slap her breasts.
Robin watched her between groups, recognizing that her eyes seemed glossy, but she seemed alright to continue. He wanted to see how much she could handle and, so far, she really was taking it like a champ. It seemed that not letting her cum each time was helping. He smiled at her when he noticed her looking at him, wanting her to know that he was keeping his eyes on her and that she was doing well.
When the next group was so rough with her, Robin sat forward in his seat as he went to stop them. But, he was watching her. She was alright. He didn’t need to do anything. Robin slowly sat back in the chair, calming down again. He didn’t want them to hurt her, so he decided to watch her reactions carefully. Even their groping was rougher, but Violet was enjoying it.
He noticed her eyes glazing over a bit, halting them from sending in a new group to go kneel beside the bed. Robin gently pet her hair, cupping her cheek despite the cum covering her face. “Hey there… I’ve got you. You’re safe here.” Robin removed the gag, gently helping her to stretch her jaw before kissing her lips. It took a moment for him to pull away, wanting to be very clear that the taste of someone else’s cum on her lips wouldn’t deter him from her. “I’m going to have you push yourself. I know you’re starting to get a little hazy, but I’m right here to catch you.” He replaced the gag, kissing her forehead lightly before gesturing for the next group to come in. “You look beautiful. Absolutely perfect.” He stepped back, allowing the next group to start pulling her around so they could all get to her body. They were slower and more mindful, aware that they couldn’t let her cum.
Violet was still trying to catch her breath after her last orgasm. It had been a moment since she had been gang fucked, or even just fucked this roughly (not counting last night) where rough hands manhandled her, fondling her and groping and slapping at her like she was a doll to play with rather than a person. And with the enhanced breasts she is certainly more sensitive. The cocks fucking her roughly and having her squeeze around what was inside. She felt so warm and tingly and like she was floating on clouds. This, as slutty as it was, was her element and she had grown into loving it. She barely noticed the man coming over to her to check on her. Her mouth opened for him obediently to take out the gag. It was a bit easier for her to get her breath back. She blinked a few times to focus, listening and still feeling the floaty and tingling sensations all over her body. She kissed him back, eyes closing for a moment before looking back up at him. She gulped, tasting cum on her tongue again as she listened, nodding. She was still breathing a little heavier but she didn’t feel any less confident. “I’m okay,” she told him. She was more than fine. Floaty after an amazing orgasm after an amazing fucking. What was he on about? She lets the gag go back in and makes a mewing when he says she looks beautiful. She sure hoped so, and hoped he got those pictures and videos of her. She would love to see how all this looked. Soon enough she was picked up again and placed as they were wanted, excitement rising through her again as she anticipated the hard fucks and slaps again. But she mewed in annoyance, almost growling as she felt them going slower and softer than the others. She almost pouted, even in her high floaty state. The tingling sensations were leaving, more like a buzzing of need now and she whined, moving her body so the cocks in her would move harder.
Robin nodded, chuckling and petting her hair. “Good girl.” He watched her, laughing quietly at her obvious frustration. When she tried to force them to give her more, the men grabbed her hips to keep her still. One of them lightly spanked her ass, looking down at her. “Ahh ahh, you already know you’re not getting more.” They eventually pulled out of her, using her hands to cum over her face and chest. The man in her mouth continued moving, cumming inside her mouth before pulling out of her mouth. Robin let them take their time, hands groping her body to give her some time to fully cool down.
He had been very careful to make sure she had cool down time, but he was noticing that she was starting to get floaty. If he pushed her, he was sure that she would pass out. So, he did. As an experiment. Robin had the last two groups fuck her ruthlessly. They fucked her hard, groping her breasts roughly as they fucked her. The moment the first group was done, the next group was grabbing her to continue fucking her. They gave her no break, only pulling out of her to cum and immediately switch her over to the next group.
Robin was curious for her reaction. She clearly didn’t like them going slow, but it was for a reason. Denial seemed to increase her stamina, since he’d never seen her fuck this much in her streams. He assumed that it was actually good for her even if she clearly didn’t like it. But, it was time to push her. He needed to see what happened when she had too much stimulation too quickly.
Violet whined, almost making it a growl when hands held her hips tight so that she would be unable to rock back onto the cocks as hard as she wanted. She went to whine again but soon let out a yelp then a moan at the swat to her backside. She shivered, a jolt of pleasure moving through her from the spanking and she almost tried to do it again just to get another, but those hands held firm. She whined, taking in the slower pleasure before they moved out of her holes entirely, missing the feeling of them inside her when they moved to use her hands again. She knew what to do, almost like she was programmed for it. She uses her hands to help the men get off, feeling the spirts against her body once again even when she was focused on trying to take the cock in her mouth. She was still floaty, a buzzing sensation all over her body despite the men in this group holding back. She is still a little lightheaded before squealing as the next group of men quickly descend upon her. The hands on her were rough as they grabbed her and she found herself completely into the deep end as cocks thrust quick and hard into her lower holes. She could barely let out a grunt or moan before another cock was fucking her mouth. There was no resbit and no calm as she was fucked as each man wanted her hole, not listening to the others to go in sync. It was messy and rough, hands groping and pinching and slapping at her sensitive breasts, her entire body rocking in every direction from the force while she felt the cock in her mouth using her just as roughly and pulling her hair. She felt like she was flying, the roughness making her unable to focus at first, and then it was because her mind was completely enveloped by the glorious rush between her legs. She came, time after time, unable to ask due to the cock. She barely realized she was, her body rocking with a new sudden high as she would have perhaps two orgasming climaxes before her body came back down before amping up. She was unsure how many times she came, or even that the second group came to use her. She was almost choking on the cock, body reacting to the amazing sensations around her body. There was a slight ringing in her ears, completely unable to decipher anything beyond her reality of being slapped and spanked and groped, and the feeling in her holes as she was fucked. It had been a while since she couldn’t see or focus on anything besides the feelings, seeing black and blurs any time she opened her eyes, but the ringing came and this time she felt like she was falling through space before every feeling suddenly stopped.
He was watching Violet carefully as he allowed the others to go to town, knowing that this might cause the moment she was warning him about before. Once he saw her pass out, he turned the cameras off and shooed the others out of the house. He went back for her, carefully lifting her into his arms to carry her into the bathroom. She was placed in the tub, warm water pooling around her as he gently washed her. He was careful, being gentle and thorough as he cleaned her up.
She was laid down on the bed once she was dry, a tray of food and drinks waiting for her on the bedside table. Robin was true to his word, spreading her legs and kneeling between them so she woke up to him gently lapping at her pussy.
They were alone again, doors locked and everything put back as if the others had never been there at all. The gag was off, allowing her jaw to relax. Robin had actively watched her get fucked by twenty-one men, but even he could forget that it had happened as he looked at her now. He was lightly stroking along her thigh as he lapped her pussy, wanting her to wake up as blissfully as possible.
Violet was aware of her surroundings, or at least sensations a few times, but she was mostly out and drifting in the dark. Feeling protective caring arms, warm water around her, the comfort of her bed. She was slowly coming back when she felt a tingling. Very familiar. She mewed lightly, the world around her slowly turning grey and warm as she felt the familiarity of her bed below her. She moved her head slightly, a little tired but no longer too hazy. She felt light pulsing at her pussy as she felt pressure and licking. She whimpered and twitched her legs slightly, moving to slowly blink herself awake. She tried looking around, mewing as she felt another twist of pulsing and electrifying spark between her legs.
He looked up at her as he heard her making noise, watching as she blinked herself awake. “Shh, you’re alright…” His voice was soft, careful and quiet. “You’re safe. Everyone else is gone and you’re all cleaned up.” He slowly crawled up her body, pressing the straw to her lips. “It’s orange juice. You need sugar. I’ve got a peanut butter and banana sandwich here, for potassium and protein.”
She was still bound, wrists bound to her breasts. He didn’t want to give her too much freedom and give her the wrong idea, but the gag was taken off as soon as she’d passed out. He held the sandwich for her, letting her eat. “It’s alright. I’m right here. You’re safe.” It was a little strange to tell her that she was safe when he was the person who had kidnapped her, but he really did consider her safer with him than if this had happened when she was alone. He gently pet her hair, kissing her temple. “We’ll need to brush your hair once you’re done eating. I didn’t get the chance while you were out.”
She wiggled a bit, her body both stiff and wanting to stretch, but also feeling that pulsing between her legs. She shifts slightly, trying to stretch before she realizes her wrists are still bound. She heard his voice and relaxed slightly. Her head was still fuzzy as she was trying to wake up, and hurt slightly from the deep sleep she had. She felt him move up closer to her before she felt the straw at her lips. Thirsty, she took a drink and felt relief to taste the cold and sugar on her tongue and go into her. She opened her eyes and stared at him still a little weakly from all the orgasms. She felt the hair pets and leaned into them slightly, as well as the kiss. She wasn’t exactly confused, she knew she was in her room and knew what he was, but she was still tired and hazy from the fucking she recieved, from passing out over it. Although this feeling was nice, of having someone there. It happened a few times with partners, but she didn’t feel as warm as she did now as she did with them. She remembered the first few times she passed out and woke up not only alone, but toys still inside her and she had been sore or bleeding over them going while she was out. When he brought up the sandwich, her brows furrowed and she shook her head lightly, “not hungry,” she whined quietly. She didn’t feel queasy but she didn’t feel like eating either.
She didn’t really care to eat, though she leaned against him for the warmth when he held her. She saw him hold up the sandwich again as he told her to eat and she let out a whine of annoyance. She went to turn away before hearing his threat. She paused for a moment before looking at the sandwich. Surely he wouldn’t do it. She had fucked so many guys and had to set all that up. It was a good footage too, would get a lot of cash flow. But maybe he would keep it to himself. Or he would let everyone else but her see it. She let out a ‘humph’ of annoyance before countering with, “half.” To try and compromise.
He shook his head, smacking her ass. It was a single slap, but it was firm enough to clearly be a warning. “No. All of it. And now you’re also getting the hood for an hour before we do anything else. You want to keep trying to bargain?” Robin had expected her to test his boundaries once she recognized that he wanted to cater to her rather than harm her. He didn’t plan to let her walk all over him. He’d proven that he would take care of her, she just also needed to understand that he wasn’t a servant either. He may not want to hurt her, but he wasn’t going to let her push him too far.
At the slap to her ass she jumped slightly and made more of an indignant groan of pouting. She stared at the sandwich, not making an answer right away. She wasn’t hungry, and was still a little tired. She didn’t want to be in the hood again, but she hoped she would be able to take the food when she felt the rock in her stomach. “Fine,” she said in annoyance, opening her mouth for it.
Robin kissed the top of her head, holding her against his chest as he fed her. “Good girl. You need to eat, especially after you passed out like that.” He slowly fed her the sandwich, having her drink the juice in between bites. Once it was gone, a panel gag was locked over her mouth and he held up the hood from the night before. “I’ll see you in one hour.” He slid it over her head, locking it in place before releasing her wrists. If she was in the hood, there was no reason to keep her bound. It offered her some time to stretch. He laid her on the bed, abandoning her as he went to look over everything they’d filmed. Robin made sure it was all backed up, but hid it so he still had the threat of deleting it. The threat seemed to work. This was essentially a time out, so he hoped that would be enough to prove that he wasn’t planning to let her walk all over him.
Although she felt comforted by the kiss slightly, she still wasn’t happy about needing to eat. She didn’t say anything to his comment, just took a bit of the sandwich, chewed it for a bit before forcing herself to swallow. It didn’t taste bad, in fact in tasted good. Violet also appreciated the juice between bites to help give her a bit of time between them. She was glad it was finally over when she ate the last part because she felt that rock in her stomach almost swallowing her whole stomach and she wasn’t sure she could eat more without gagging. After swallowing, she took a moment, still getting used to the food sitting in her stomach before she opened her mouth obediently for the panel gag and let him put it on. She was silent the whole time eating, not sure she could trust opening her mouth more than needed. She saw the hood and her eyes narrowed slightly at his comment but she didn’t stop him from putting it on. It was like she was in a time out and it was humiliating (as well the warm feeling of having a master controlling her like that and she liked it). She felt relief when her wrists were untied in both her hands and her breasts. She was sure there was red indents from the rope on them and they still felt sore. She stretched them slightly, her back stretching and it felt nice. She laid calmly on the bed, letting herself relax in the comfort of her sheets. She wouldn’t try anything, she didn’t really want to. She was comforted knowing he was there and that she was in her comfy bed as she rested a little more after her ordeal, even if she still felt a slight longing in her legs. He better keep his word about going back between there.
Robin took the time to get the videos and close everything down before returning to the bed. He carefully latched leather straps to her wrists and thighs, clipping them together with twisting locks to keep her bound. The hood was removed slowly, easing her back into the dim light of her room.
He gently pet her hair, kissing her forehead. “Welcome back. Now, we have a few hours before dinner. So, as long as you can behave yourself, we’ll do what you want to do.” Robin put the hood on the nightstand, removing the gag and placing it on top of the hood. He carefully pulled her into his lap, running his hand along her back slowly. “Are you feeling better now that you’ve eaten? Still feel sick?” Robin had pointedly put his foot down with her, but he was still worried about her well-being. “I just want to make sure you’re alright before anything else happens.” He had noticed that she had just laid down while the hood was on, wanting to make sure that she was feeling better after some time to just relax and basically meditate.
The time in her hood was spent quietly. She didn’t move too much, only if she was trying to reach some warmth in her sheets. Her stomach was squirrling a bit with the forced food, but she did feel a bit more relaxed now that she had something in her body again. She didn’t feel as floaty in the dark way, but more like floaty as she was like a warm cat napping way. She was still a little pouty about being in the hood and disciplined, but she just tried to relax like she would do if she was alone in her room. It usually consisted of snuggling in her onesie but at least she was in bed. She moves with him as he ties her in a new way, wishing she could be comfortable again, but at the same time very much enjoying how he is handling her as he wants without a say in it. She helps as he brings her to sit up on the bed. She lets him take off the hood, her hair sticking to her head and face slightly, but it feels nice to feel the air. She murmurs softly as he gently moved a hand on her back to comfort her. She nods. “Just tired still,” she admits. The fucking itself had taken a lot out of her, and her holes were still a little sore and stretched. It felt so fucking good still, the adrenaline rushing through her veins during it. But passing out along with it, she was pretty well spent. Especially since her body was a little off since she wasn’t doing her usual aftercare routine. But she could see in his eyes he cared. “Or more weak I guess.”
He nodded, softly petting her back as he listened to her. Robin picked her up again, carrying her to the living room. “Sit still.” He sat her down on the couch, going to the kitchen to grab a few things before returning for her. He carefully collected her up into his lap, reaching into the bag to grab a pad from the cooler to place between her legs. “It’s going to be cold, just relax for me.” He held the pad in place for her, eventually letting her just close her legs around it.
Robin turned the TV on, playing some random movie that he wasn’t going to pay any attention to. He was watching her, holding her curled up in his lap. He grabbed ice cream from the cooler, grabbing a spoon to offer it to her. “Here, V.” He was trying to be comforting, knowing she was still tired and weak. Robin knew he’d pushed her quite a bit but he wanted to know her limits.
“You don’t need to worry about anything, I’m going to take care of everything for you.” He was devoted to her, wanting to protect her from anything that could hurt her. “Eventually, I do think you should see a doctor. Just to make sure you’re alright. But, for now, we’ll just add iron and see if that helps.” He took the pad from between her legs, grabbing a warm one from the insulated bag. He did the same coaxing as before, carefully holding it between her legs for a bit before letting her just close her legs around it. “You’re wearing underwear tonight, I’ve got an aloe pad in the freezer and some cream before bed.”
Violet let herself be picked up and carried to her living room. She nods as he gives the instructions, not wanting to go anywhere anyway. She certainly didn’t have the energy, nor did she want to be punished so quickly again. She sees him come back with a few things before placing her on his lap again. She sees the cold pack and winces, a light whine leaving her lips when she feels the cold pack on her folds. She moves a bit, trying to get comfortable and leans into his warm body a bit more as she tries to relax. She lays her head on his shoulder and watches what was on, mindlessly watching it and trying to ignore the cold between her legs. When she recieves the ice-cream, her eyes grow in happiness and she eagerly takes it, eating as she watches. She eats a few spoonfuls before he mentions hospital and she freezes. “No hospital.” she tells him, almost sternly. No. She hated hospitals. Hated doctors. Hated—she shivered at the thought of needles. “No doctors, I’m fine,” she says. She opens her legs again and is relieved a bit when the heat pad came in. She still leans into him, eating more ice-cream and nods. “Okay,” she answers. “Can we snuggle?” she asks.
“I’m not asking you, Violet. I am telling you. You’re seeing a doctor. Not tonight, probably not even this week. But, you’re going. Do not argue with me. You literally just got finished with a punishment.” He sighed, continuing to feed her ice cream and holding her in his lap. “Darling, we are snuggling. Just relax. Everything is alright. I just want to spend some time with you before dinner. Please? Just behave yourself. I don’t want to punish you right now. You’re still wiped out from this morning. Please, V? Just sit and relax.”
Robin didn’t like that he was begging her not to start a fight over going to the doctor, but he was trying to remain firm without needing to punish her. He wouldn’t feel better until she went to the doctor and her aversion to the doctor made him worry that she didn’t normally go when she needed to. “I just want you to be safe, darling. I’ll stay with you when you go, make sure nothing can harm you. I promise that it’s safe. Just please, don’t fight me right now… I don’t want to have a bad night.”
She stares hard at him, challenging not just herself to listen and to think about what she says next but also to show him she will listen but not be pushed. She considers what he says and then shrugs. “Fine,” she tells him, taking some more ice-cream. She looks back to the tv and tells him, not quite a command but almost like a promise, “I’ll start it when you try and make me.” She relaxes into him to watch the show and be comfortable with the pad between her legs. She wouldn’t let this go, but for tonight she could try and shoo the thought from her mind. “If you’re spending time with me before dinner you stay here snuggling then please.”
His jaw tightened at the threat that this argument would come back around when he tried to make her, but he let it go. They didn’t need to argue right now, not when she was still weak. “You’re kept bound and gagged, Violet. There isn’t much for you to start. I would prefer not to have you bound or sedated for a doctor’s visit because it would be traumatic for you, but I’ll do what I need to.”
Robin sighed, carefully lifting her out of his lap and setting her down on the couch. He traded the warm pad for a cold one, easing it between her legs the same way he always did. “Let’s take a minute. Before one of us pushes the other’s buttons too far… When I come back, we’re not talking about this. Just sit.” He left the living room with a sigh, heading back toward the bedroom. It would be easier to just abuse her, but he had taken her because he was in love with her. He pointedly didn’t want to hurt Violet. He just wanted to have her.
She was silent, lips pursed when he said that. She held her tongue, fire in her for the thought but didn’t say anything. Fine, let him think that would stop her. She would still not be going. No way. No doctors no needles no blood nope nope. But if he didn’t want to fight then fine, she’ll forget about it. For now. She huffs when he lets her down from the sofa. She winced and huffs once more as he places the cold pack on and then pouts and looks away. She watches the tv, forcing herself not to think about going to the doctor. She knew her limits and he tested her today so he knew them too. There wasn’t a need for her to go. She would stay under the limitations and that was it. She is silent, not quite stewing but not happy either, now also completely cold and off her normal aftercare routine - which maybe also led her to being more grumpy than normal, she realized.
When he came back for her, he traded the cold pad for a warm one. Robin carefully wrapped her in the blanket he brought with him, kissing her lightly. “I love you and-” He sighed, not wanting to slide back into the doctor conversation. “I was thinking that we could just buy something for dinner. Would you like to pick?”
Robin grabbed his phone, showing her all the different places they could choose. He was still worried about her, but it wouldn’t hurt anything to just relax and not worry about the fight when he tried to take her to a doctor. If it came to it, he could make her. He could drug her and bind her and just make her go. “Are the pads helping? Someone online said they would help.”
When he came back, she decided to do as he said and drop it. Besides, she already made her peace by telling him what would happen if he tried. So she lets him pick her up and snuggles into the blanket that he had wrapped around her. It wasn’t quite her unicorn onesie but it was fluffy enough as a substitute. She felt warm and better now already and leaned into him as he placed her on his lap again. She feels something warm inside her when he says that he loves her and she nods. “Dinner sounds nice.” She now realized, after spending an hour in the hood and recovering after the sex, she was gaining her hunger back. She watches him scroll through the food spots as she thinks about what she wants. “The pad is helping,” she adds. Though she certainly liked the heated one more, it was making between her legs and what had been chafing there. “I have some hydrating gel for…well that spot,” she tells him a little shyly. Sometimes she got a bit rough with her toys. “It’s meant to go there so it won’t give me an infection,” she tells him. Looking at the phone again, she asks. “Could we do spaghetti? With meatballs and baked on cheese?” it was her favourite.
Robin nodded, kissing her lightly. This was better. They just needed to calm down. The arguing didn’t matter at the end of the day and only served to sour their moods. She would do what he wanted her to do, so it wasn’t worth arguing now. “We can use that as well, it’ll help.” He started ordering dinner for her, holding her against him. He held her against his chest, kissing her lightly and petting her hair.
Once the app showed the driver was a few streets away, he popped a ballgag into her mouth to keep her quiet. They were getting along well, but he didn’t allow himself to fully forget that he’d kidnapped her. He sat her down at the kitchen table, tying her ankles to the chair. “Stay.” He went to the door, collecting the food and chatting with the delivery driver.
She watched him order the food, relaxing against his chest, still snuggled into the blanket. She felt relaxed against him, letting her order the food and take care of her. It had been a little bit since someone had been with her to take care of her during aftercare. Or at least when she used herself this hard. Violet had been busy watching the television show he had put on when he suddenly put the ball gag in her mouth. She jolted slightly in surprise, moaning into it as she rolled her eyes. She let him carry her to the kitchen and tie her ankles. As he went to get the food, at the order she rolled her eyes again. Honestly, where was she going to go tied up like this? And as she thought while he was away, really was this so bad? Being taken care of? Didn’t need a job, had someone to keep her warm and safe and fed. And as a dom, he seemed pretty fair. I mean, for a kidnapping she could be in a far worse situation. Then that led to the thought of if she had the chance….would she escape? I mean, good fucking, someone taking care of her, never having to worry about different things….it could be so much worse.
Robin carried the food into the kitchen, smiling at her. “Look at you. As pretty as a picture.” He got the food set up in front of her, removing the gag so she could eat. “I’m glad you’re going to eat something without me needing to force you. It was a long day, you need to eat.” Robin gently cupped her cheek, making her look up at him. “You’re feeling better? Everything’s alright?” He knew that food and rest was what she needed, he just wanted to make sure that she was feeling better.
“I’m thinking straight to bed once we’re done with dinner… Maybe take tomorrow off? We can just use some of the footage from today to pad the queue for a little while. Obviously, we don’t want to use it all at once, save some for rainy days where you’re just not in the mood. But, I think we can take a few days off to give you some time to relax.”