[Erotica]:
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"Get on your knees." His voice is cold and sterile. It's a demand but there is no anger behind it. I feel his hand thread through my collar and shove me down. I would have been willing to comply, but with my hands uncomfortably bound behind my back, getting on my knees without falling over is a harder task than normal. Gear ties. I hate gear ties. The rubber coating pinches at my skin. I try to rotate my wrists inside them to get them to sit more comfortably.
It's a warm sunny day. I should be happy. But i'm not, i'm scared. My knees buckle and i drop my weight. He'll catch me. ..Or he won't. It doesn't really matter anymore. My thought stream is interrupted by the pressure on my neck changing direction. I know what he wants me to do, but i can't do it. I see the bucket sitting out on the grass. It's filled with cold water. It's orange and it's plastic and i hate it. I even have a healthy level of hatred for him. I ragdoll against my collar, knowing it'll take him a significant amount of effort to get me to move. I've done this before. He pulls harder and a growl bubbles from my throat. I brace and flinch before i even finish making the sound, i shouldn't have done that. My cheek erupts in pain as he slaps me across the face. His other hand entwines into my hair and he pulls me forward. I move, but not because i want to. He gets fed up with the game and kicks me swiftly in the ass. I cry out and lurch forward as his boot connects. "Move your fucking ass or I'll give you a reason not to." The threat isn't empty. I can still feel the sting on my face. I assume he doesn't have the stun gun on him, but it wouldn't be a long trip to go get it, or he always has his fists... Or teeth... My collar sits at an uncomfortably high angle on my neck as he half walks half drags me forward. I try to not pull against it too much, i'll need my breath. I know the bucket is full.. I filled it myself. The hose is still in it, running at a low speed. I think about knocking the bucket over and how much pleasure i would get from that. But i know i can't..Not on purpose. He wouldn't kill me but i know how much pain he can inflict in a second. I know the punishment would far exceed the crime if i managed to do it.
He pulls the hose from the bucket and wets the ground around it, spraying me in the process. The water is ice cold against my skin and quickly soaks the few articles of clothing i'm wearing. I hiss and recoil.
He puts the hose back into the bucket and kneels behind me, trapping me between his body and the bucket. I flinch away from his touch but can't escape. His hands are strangely gentle, i feel his fingers wrap around my face, pulling it back towards his. I'm still trembling. I don't know what to do with this ...nice. I expect to be choked or hit but it doesn't come. "Relax."
"I can smell your cunt from here."
I cower at his words, knowing there is truth to them. I can smell it too, even through my underwear. I'm partially clothed, his request. It makes me uncomfortable, but with the added dampness from the water it's even worse. He pulls my shirt down and grabs one of my tits, his other hand still on my face. I lean into him, processing the pain as he pinches one of my nipples. A moan turns into a whimper as the pain level rises. I lean into him.
"I'm going to drown you in this bucket, and beat your filthily worthless ass until you beg me to stop, you know that, right?" No malice, no anger. A simply stated fact.
"Yes.." He's smiling. I let my gaze fall. I can feel the tears hot and warm flowing down my cheeks. I'm not sure how he expects me to beg if i'm choking but i guess we'll get to that later. He gets up, chuckling, towering over me. I whimper and cower away from him. My breathing is already labored from sitting hunched over and being so afraid. The air is warm but my skin is covered in gooseflesh. He grabs a fist full of my hair and pushes me to the edge of the bucket. I struggle against his grip but it's futile. "Deep breath." He doesn't wait for me. The cool water washes over my face as he dunks me. My chaotic word goes quiet, but i don't have enough air to keep the peace. I struggle back against his grip and he eases up, i choke and gasp, breaking free of the surface.
Water splashes weakly out of the sides of the bucket but the lost amount is quickly refilled. The grass beneath me is turning muddy. I can't stabilize my internal temperature and it makes me uncomfortable. It only gets worse from here. I waste a lot of energy on trying to calm my breathing. I feel his hand back in my hair and i take a deep breath. My face meets the water and this time i'm more prepared. He has my face down but my ears are out of the water. I can hear a lot, with my vision obscured in the bucket. Usually i love sensory depravation so much, i'm not as enthusiastic about it today.
I'm struggle to stay calm. I'm not sure what type of reaction he wants out of me. Does he want legitimate panic? Does he want me to struggle now? My air is running out. I can feel my chest tightening. I have no leverage in this position and it is terrible. I push back against his hand, i'd like to breathe soon. I know i can hold my breath longer but this is an issue with diminishing returns. Eventually he lets me up. I let the water fall from my face before opening my mouth. I learned that the first time...
He dunks my face in the bucket a few more times before getting bored of that part of the game. He reaches into the bucket and grabs me by the jaw, hiking me as far up onto my knees as he can get me. I'm a little light headed and the lack of air and sudden shift in position. Catch up brain, i think i might need you. He shoves me roughly onto the mud. I whimper and try to curl up. I feel his boot on my ass. The sole is cold. I can't even try to crawl away. He rolls me onto my side towards my back. My hands are numb, he checks them and removes the gear ties. I bring my hands to my chest and clutch them, but he isn't done yet. He takes advantage of my distraction and shoves me all the way into my back. I feel his knee on my sternum. I grab at it, trying to shove him off. The pain is intense, i can't breathe. "Please" it's a breathless word. A plead. He won't get off. He slaps me in the face once, twice, three times.
I can't process. The weight lifts off my chest and i gulp in air. I still can't breathe. He yanks me up by the arms and pushes me back towards the bucket. No. He won't shove me back in there in the middle of hyperventilating, surely? I'm not sure. I don't trust him not to do it. I fight back against him struggling against his grip. I don't even have words. I'm so thirsty and tired. The mud is drying on my skin and clothes. I just want it to end. I grab his wrist. "Please.. No.." my words are so weak. "Pathetic. Worthless cunt can't even beg for her own life." He pushes my nose towards the water. I take a deep breath. He shoves me under. I grip the lip of the bucket with both hands. Maybe.. maybe i can make it stop.
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"Get on your knees." His voice is cold and sterile. It's a demand but there is no anger behind it. I feel his hand thread through my collar and shove me down. I would have been willing to comply, but with my hands uncomfortably bound behind my back, getting on my knees without falling over is a harder task than normal. Gear ties. I hate gear ties. The rubber coating pinches at my skin. I try to rotate my wrists inside them to get them to sit more comfortably.
It's a warm sunny day. I should be happy. But i'm not, i'm scared. My knees buckle and i drop my weight. He'll catch me. ..Or he won't. It doesn't really matter anymore. My thought stream is interrupted by the pressure on my neck changing direction. I know what he wants me to do, but i can't do it. I see the bucket sitting out on the grass. It's filled with cold water. It's orange and it's plastic and i hate it. I even have a healthy level of hatred for him. I ragdoll against my collar, knowing it'll take him a significant amount of effort to get me to move. I've done this before. He pulls harder and a growl bubbles from my throat. I brace and flinch before i even finish making the sound, i shouldn't have done that. My cheek erupts in pain as he slaps me across the face. His other hand entwines into my hair and he pulls me forward. I move, but not because i want to. He gets fed up with the game and kicks me swiftly in the ass. I cry out and lurch forward as his boot connects. "Move your fucking ass or I'll give you a reason not to." The threat isn't empty. I can still feel the sting on my face. I assume he doesn't have the stun gun on him, but it wouldn't be a long trip to go get it, or he always has his fists... Or teeth... My collar sits at an uncomfortably high angle on my neck as he half walks half drags me forward. I try to not pull against it too much, i'll need my breath. I know the bucket is full.. I filled it myself. The hose is still in it, running at a low speed. I think about knocking the bucket over and how much pleasure i would get from that. But i know i can't..Not on purpose. He wouldn't kill me but i know how much pain he can inflict in a second. I know the punishment would far exceed the crime if i managed to do it.
He pulls the hose from the bucket and wets the ground around it, spraying me in the process. The water is ice cold against my skin and quickly soaks the few articles of clothing i'm wearing. I hiss and recoil.
He puts the hose back into the bucket and kneels behind me, trapping me between his body and the bucket. I flinch away from his touch but can't escape. His hands are strangely gentle, i feel his fingers wrap around my face, pulling it back towards his. I'm still trembling. I don't know what to do with this ...nice. I expect to be choked or hit but it doesn't come. "Relax."
"I can smell your cunt from here."
I cower at his words, knowing there is truth to them. I can smell it too, even through my underwear. I'm partially clothed, his request. It makes me uncomfortable, but with the added dampness from the water it's even worse. He pulls my shirt down and grabs one of my tits, his other hand still on my face. I lean into him, processing the pain as he pinches one of my nipples. A moan turns into a whimper as the pain level rises. I lean into him.
"I'm going to drown you in this bucket, and beat your filthily worthless ass until you beg me to stop, you know that, right?" No malice, no anger. A simply stated fact.
"Yes.." He's smiling. I let my gaze fall. I can feel the tears hot and warm flowing down my cheeks. I'm not sure how he expects me to beg if i'm choking but i guess we'll get to that later. He gets up, chuckling, towering over me. I whimper and cower away from him. My breathing is already labored from sitting hunched over and being so afraid. The air is warm but my skin is covered in gooseflesh. He grabs a fist full of my hair and pushes me to the edge of the bucket. I struggle against his grip but it's futile. "Deep breath." He doesn't wait for me. The cool water washes over my face as he dunks me. My chaotic word goes quiet, but i don't have enough air to keep the peace. I struggle back against his grip and he eases up, i choke and gasp, breaking free of the surface.
Water splashes weakly out of the sides of the bucket but the lost amount is quickly refilled. The grass beneath me is turning muddy. I can't stabilize my internal temperature and it makes me uncomfortable. It only gets worse from here. I waste a lot of energy on trying to calm my breathing. I feel his hand back in my hair and i take a deep breath. My face meets the water and this time i'm more prepared. He has my face down but my ears are out of the water. I can hear a lot, with my vision obscured in the bucket. Usually i love sensory depravation so much, i'm not as enthusiastic about it today.
I'm struggle to stay calm. I'm not sure what type of reaction he wants out of me. Does he want legitimate panic? Does he want me to struggle now? My air is running out. I can feel my chest tightening. I have no leverage in this position and it is terrible. I push back against his hand, i'd like to breathe soon. I know i can hold my breath longer but this is an issue with diminishing returns. Eventually he lets me up. I let the water fall from my face before opening my mouth. I learned that the first time...
He dunks my face in the bucket a few more times before getting bored of that part of the game. He reaches into the bucket and grabs me by the jaw, hiking me as far up onto my knees as he can get me. I'm a little light headed and the lack of air and sudden shift in position. Catch up brain, i think i might need you. He shoves me roughly onto the mud. I whimper and try to curl up. I feel his boot on my ass. The sole is cold. I can't even try to crawl away. He rolls me onto my side towards my back. My hands are numb, he checks them and removes the gear ties. I bring my hands to my chest and clutch them, but he isn't done yet. He takes advantage of my distraction and shoves me all the way into my back. I feel his knee on my sternum. I grab at it, trying to shove him off. The pain is intense, i can't breathe. "Please" it's a breathless word. A plead. He won't get off. He slaps me in the face once, twice, three times.
I can't process. The weight lifts off my chest and i gulp in air. I still can't breathe. He yanks me up by the arms and pushes me back towards the bucket. No. He won't shove me back in there in the middle of hyperventilating, surely? I'm not sure. I don't trust him not to do it. I fight back against him struggling against his grip. I don't even have words. I'm so thirsty and tired. The mud is drying on my skin and clothes. I just want it to end. I grab his wrist. "Please.. No.." my words are so weak. "Pathetic. Worthless cunt can't even beg for her own life." He pushes my nose towards the water. I take a deep breath. He shoves me under. I grip the lip of the bucket with both hands. Maybe.. maybe i can make it stop.
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