Take Me (Enslaved #1)

CHAPTER 9

I’m not the same after the chair and the odd episode with Dax.

I still fight Mikhail sometimes when he comes to use me and train my ass, but it’s mostly because he provokes me, telling me to tug at my chains or to try to get free when he holds me down. When he doesn’t provoke me, I simply go along, pushing up on all fours to display my ass for him, opening my mouth wide when he wants to train my gag reflex, or crawling down the hall in front of him when he’s taking me to Dax.

Something must have snapped in my mind. Or maybe settled. It’s like knowing how futile escape is has freed up room to accept the situation.

I feel an odd sort of peace, knowing it’s all out of my hands. I can’t change a thing no matter what I do, so I might as well stop trying.

But that doesn’t mean hope is gone.

I still dream about Nikolai, letting my mind take me to him when I lie on the mattress, hugging the teddy close in my chained arms.

I fantasize about him bringing a small army out here to storm the place and free me. But when I imagine them shooting up the place and the men in here—Mikhail and Dax lying dead on the cold stone floor—I’m back in a nightmare, gasping for air.

I know it’s bad. I’m developing feelings for my captors. Stockholm syndrome. So I think extra hard about Nikolai to block it out, imagining him stealing down the halls at night, quietly breaking open my cell and carrying me out of here.

It’s a wild dream. He may have the resources to search for me and maybe even succeed, but why would he go to such lengths for a girl he has just met? He might not even realize something bad has happened. Most likely, he thinks I changed my mind and bolted.

This is what my logical brain tells me, but something in my gut keeps the dream vivid in my mind. The way he said mine when we said goodbye held a promise so deep and sincere I can’t let it go. I’m not sure exactly what the promise entailed, but it was a promise of so much more to come.

So I keep him alive in my mind, and when Mikhail brings me back to the chair one day, I close my eyes and imagine it’s Nikolai’s voice ordering me into it.

I willingly get up, even knowing what torture I’m facing. But when I imagine Nikolai’s hands strapping me down, it’s like an erotic dream. Dax doesn’t need a drop of lube when he comes to insert the dildo.

“She’s already dripping,” he says, flicking his fingers through my folds.

He has left my ears free today, though the hood is in place over my head, covering my world in darkness.

Steps click over concrete as Mikhail approaches, and I feel his authoritative presence beside me before he slips a finger through my wet lips.

“Dirty girl.” He tuts and shoves two fingers inside me, making me gasp. “Such a good little shlyukha ,” he half mocks, half praises. “It’s a shame we already have a contract on this one. We could get really good money for her.” He draws his fingers back and slams three long ones inside, and I buck against the restraints as pain and pleasure coalesce around the intrusion. “Or I could keep her to myself.”

He pumps in and out, drawing out my lust in no time, making me spasm and jerk against the leather straps.

“That’s right,” Mikhail says. “Struggle all you want. Feel how helpless you are.”

I moan at his words. I’m a bit shocked at how easily my brain shuts off these days, but I don’t linger on it. There’s no use berating myself. It would only bring me more misery. And with the hood over my head, it’s easy to pretend this is all a dream.

So I keep bucking, finding comfort in the unforgiving restraints. They free me from my mind with the knowledge that I’m powerless. Nothing I do will get me out of this predicament. The only thing I can do is let go. So I do just that. I let my moans flow free as I give in to the pulsing pleasure thrumming at my core.

“Pl—please, Sir,” I stammer through the staggering need. “Can I come?”

“Not until I say so,” he growls, and I expect him to pull out, but instead he picks up speed.

I strain my fingers against the wood and curl my toes as an orgasm threatens to rip through my body. “I can’t stop it.”

“Don’t you dare,” Mikhail snarls, and I can almost see the cruel sneer on his lips. And God, it drives my need even higher. But somehow, I manage to hold it in, tightening my muscles at my core to keep the sensations from exploding.

The energy swirls in my body, quicker and quicker, spinning my head and driving me insane.

“Please,” I beg again, but the answer remains the same.

“No.”

“Argh.” I strain into the straps, my entire body convulsing as he keeps finger-fucking me with unmerciful speed. I have no idea how I’m not coming. It takes everything I have to hold the orgasm back, and the next few minutes feel like the longest of my life.

“Come!” Mikhail suddenly barks, and it’s like a spark to a pool of gasoline. The orgasm explodes at my core, shooting heat waves through my entire body, making me spasm and jerk with a force that has the straps digging deep into my skin. But I barely notice. All I feel is the painful pleasure that rips through me with the force of a high-caliber gun, tearing apart everything in its path.

When Mikhail removes his fingers and steps aside, I slump against the straps, panting hard and spasming every now and then when an aftershock rips through me.

“Do you want me to begin?” Dax asks.

“Go ahead,” Mikhail replies.

“What? No? What?” I stutter on bated breaths. I’m not sure what I thought, but as my brain kicks in, I remember what happened in this chair the last time, and my muscles tense with fear. I’m already exhausted. “I can’t take anymore.”

Mikhail brushes his knuckles over my arm, and his voice is laced with amusement as he says, “I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice, Koshechka. But you’re welcome to try if you’d like.”

“No, no, no.” I jerk with each staggered protest, and defeat is like a blow to the gut as I barely move an inch. All I manage is a little wriggling and some flapping of my hands. My voice rises to a high pitch as Dax smears lube onto my pussy and positions the dildo, pushing the tip inside me. “Please…” I whimper, not knowing what to beg for. I know nothing I say will make him stop, and I also know I can’t take one more round of sexual torture, shut inside the darkness, alone with my screams and the constant painful pulsing in my body. Something inside me will break for good. “Please… will you just stay? Just stay with me,” I say as I remember the cold loneliness with a clarity that bites into my fragile mind. Dax positions the vibrator against my clit, and I add a desperate, “Please, Sir.”

Mikhail hums and strokes his hand over my chest and across my collarbone. “Sure, Koshechka. Since you ask so sweetly. This is not a punishment. And I want to be here and oversee the training myself.”

“Thank—” A yelp breaks off my words as the dildo starts moving, slowly pushing into me. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Ah!” I cry out as the vibrator comes alive against my clit. I thought the first orgasm had sated me more than plenty, but suddenly, my core is humming again, pleasure coiling tight within me and sending me toward the edge with frightening speed.

“Good girl. So horny. So ready to take.” Mikhail places a finger on each of my nipples and draws circles with a light touch. “Would you like to come again?”

“Yes, please. Yes, Sir,” I pant as his touch sends shivers through me, adding to the swirling heat at my core.

He pinches my nipples lightly, making me moan from an erotic twinge of pain. I sense Dax hovering right beside me, and feeling the presence of both men is a relief unlike anything. And Mikhail adds to my relief as he says, “You may come.”

A long moan seeps from my mouth as I give in to the vibrations on my clit, clenching my inner walls around the dildo that keeps moving, in and out. The pace is slow, but my body is strummed so tight that I slip straight onto the edge. But just as I press into the vibrator, about to fall over, Mikhail removes his hands, and something snaps onto my nipples, biting hard and deep into my sensitive nubs.

A raw wail rips from my throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut as agony eradicates the pleasure. The orgasm breaks off just as it had started rolling, and I break into tears as the pulsing at my core turns painful and the clamps on my nipples keep squeezing, sending constant jolts through my body. I jerk and twitch against the restraints, but this time for a whole different reason.

“Shh, Koshechka, ” Mikhail soothes, stroking my stomach gently. “Take the pain for me.”

Biting my lips, I shake my head against the straps. “I can’t.”

“Oh yes, you can. I know you want to please me.”

I want to deny it, but I can’t. And as the pain transforms into waves of heat, it stirs my submission. It might often be hidden beneath layers of shame and learned dos and don’ts, but I do want to please. I crave it. And not just Nikolai who took my submission with consent. I want to please these brutal men too, who have taken my life and everything I was and made me into this helpless, needy creature. So I part my lips and let out the truth. “Yes. I do. I do want to please you.”

“Good girl.” Mikhail awards me with gentle strokes on my stomach. His light touch raises goosebumps on my sensitive skin, and I start moaning again as pleasure builds anew. “You may come,” Mikhail says.

“Thank you, Sir,” I pant as I steer straight for the precipice. “Thank you. So much.”

An orgasm brews at my core, just about to explode when Mikhail tells Dax, “Take off the clamps.”

The words do nothing to reduce the building tension, but what has it shattering once more is when Dax removes the clamps and blood flows back into my sore nipples, giving rise to a whole new wave of throbbing pain.

“No!” I scream as my orgasm once again crashes and my mind threatens to give in under the pressure of it all.

“Oh, yes. We’re gonna keep going like this until you come despite the pain. You’re gonna be such a good shlyukha that can come on command no matter what happens.”

“I can’t.” I try to shake my head against the straps as defeat chokes me up. “I just can’t.”

“Don’t worry, Koshechka. I’ll help you get there.”

“No, it won’t work.” I yelp as the vibrations intensify, and the pulsing heat coils tight once again. “I can’t!” I scream as frustration blots out everything else, knowing they’re going to take this orgasm too.

“Yes, you can. I promise I’ll get you there,” Mikhail says. “Now be a good girl and take that orgasm you so badly want.”

“No!” I scream, but the sound morphs into a moan as the dildo speeds up, fucking me quickly and deeply. I strain so hard against the straps that they dig into my skin as I spasm with an onsetting orgasm, but once again, Dax kills it with the clamps.

I scream through the bag as pain, frustration, hot need, and anger coalesce inside me. The vibrations and the dildo slow down, yet I keep screaming. It’s all I can do to get the emotions out. Being strapped down tight, I can’t even put up a physical fight. So I keep screaming, coughing in between as my throat becomes raw.

They go two more times, intensifying the vibrations, shoving me onto the edge, and killing my orgasm with the clamps. I grow more desensitized to the pain as the pleasure keeps pulsing within me, but they seem to adjust the tightness of the clamps, and it hurts like hell every time they put them on or take them off.

“Stop!” I yell as one of them pulls at the clamps, sending stabs of pain through my overly sensitive nipples. “I fucking hate you! Both of you!”

I vaguely notice something swish through the air just before a hand connects with my cheek and Mikhail’s voice booms into the room. “That’s no way to talk.”

The shock reverberates through me and sends tears to my eyes. Pulling against the wrist straps, I want to lift a hand and cover my burning cheek, but all I can do is sit there and take it. The hopelessness of it all sears deep inside me, and a sob wrenches from my throat, sending me into full-on crying.

“Stop, please stop,” I whimper between sniffles, my chest shaking against the straps. “I can’t take anymore.”

I flinch as Mikhail presses a hand to my cheek. But this time, it’s gentle. “Do you want to be a good girl, Koshechka?”

“Y—yes,” I stutter. “I do.”

“Then give me my orgasm.”

“I can’t.” Hopelessness gnaws through me, and a deep sob wrenches from my gut. “I just can’t.”

“Why not?”

“The pain.”

“The pain I’m giving you,” Mikhail says. “And you want to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes.” And his gentleness makes me want to do so even more. I want to lean into his tender hand, and I want the bag gone to feel his skin against mine. But I can’t have either. All I have are his softly spoken words, so I soak them up and let them soothe me.

“Then accept the pain and let it drive you instead of stopping you.”

I swallow back a protest. Because I know he’s right. I’m still fighting, and as long as I am, I won’t be able to come.

He curves both hands around my cheeks and leans so close I can feel his breath through the material covering my head. “I want you to ask me for an orgasm really nicely, and if you don’t deliver this time, you’re gonna ask me for a punishment, and you won’t get to come today.”

The closeness and the soft, yet steady command in his voice work like a drug on my mind. My crying fades to silent shakes in my chest, and the tears stop flowing as he draws me into that fluffy space, where all I want to do is obey.

“Do you hear me?” he adds when I don’t answer, rubbing my skin through the coarse material.

I wet my dry lips. “Yes. I understand.”

“Good. Now ask me.”

“Sir”—I steady myself with a shuddery inhale—“can I come for you?”

He gives a warm chuckle, probably because of the last two words I added myself. “Yes, my sweet shlyukha. Come for me.”

The vibrations intensify again, and the dildo moves both faster and deeper, sending staggering bursts of painful pleasure deep into my core. “Ah,” I cry, bucking into the restraints.

“Can you feel it?” Mikhail mocks right in front of me, still cupping my face. “That you’re trapped? You have no choice. No way of escape.”

“Yes,” I moan, bucking into the straps again to feel the sweet resistance. I shut off my mind as I give in to everything. His devastating control, my utter helplessness, and the staggering sensations in my body. I go limp against the chair, letting my body react however it needs, shuddering as pleasure rips through me, sending long moans up from deep within my belly.

“That’s it. You’re nothing but a sweet little whore here to give me what I want. Accept it and obey.”

Mikhail’s words spur me on.

“And in a moment, Dax will rip the clamps off, and it’s gonna hurt so fucking bad.”

“No, no, no,” I whimper, but this time, the fear does nothing to hinder the pleasure. Rather, it seeps into me as a pulsing energy, driving my need until I’m panting hard with an onsetting orgasm.

Hands grab onto the clamps, pulling slightly, but this time, I let the pain drive me. Like the fear, it becomes fuel to the fire burning within me.

“Yes,” I moan, and when Dax pulls a little harder, I repeat a little louder. “Yes.”

“Come!” Mikhail demands, and the rumbling force of his voice sets my orgasm rolling with a staggering intensity that has me spasming and jerking so hard my feet cramp.

Dax rips off the clamps, sending searing pain unlike any of the previous times bursting through my nerves. It clashes with the pleasure in a violent explosion, and I scream as the orgasm tears through me like a too-strong electrical current that threatens to burn down the whole system.

It keeps rolling, on and on. Dax twists my abused nipples, but this time there’s no pain. It’s liquid fire that keeps me shuddering and jerking as mind-numbing pleasure takes over my world until I can’t see anymore.

The electric current fades, and finally, I crash. Into blissful darkness.