First Level Three Assignment

(This is much shorter than my usual assignments, but hopefully it is still long enough to be acceptable. I had originally written it as third person before I reread the assignment and realized it had to be first person, so if I missed any tense or subject mistakes, please forgive them.)

Trust
By Razor7826
(Copyright Razor7826 2007. The events presented in this work are fictional and do not represent the views of the author in any way.)



"I... I don't know John. What about safe word?" My hands were already chained above my head, and my breasts billowed over a tight corset.

"Shhh, Erica." John placed his finger over my lips. "You trust me, right? In all these years, have you ever had to use a safe word?"

I shook my head. "No, but still, we should try to keep things safe, you know?"

My husband sighed and looked me in the eyes. "Oh, please... it's summer break... we don't have to deal with students or administrative bullshit for two months. Let's make this a summer of sexual adventure." He smiled in the same way that made me love him from our first date, eight years ago.

I closed her eyes and breathed heavily, remembering some of the more intense bondage sessions of our past. A few times I was ready to scream the predetermined word in pain, but instead kept going, realizing I had made the right decision as I orgasmed over and over. Thoughts of those times still terrified me, but a rising lust pushed me to overcame my caution and meagerly nod at John's demands.

"That's a good girl." John reached out and stroked my long black hair with his right hand, while he caressed my milky white thighs with his left. "Trust me, by the time it is over, you'll thank me. During the intermediate time, however. Well, that's the spirit of adventure, right?" I paused and thought about his words, but before I could digest them, John crammed the red ballgag into my mouth and locked it into place with leather straps behind my head. The gag bulged in my mouth and strained my jaw, the pain prompting second thoughts, but it was beyond the point of no return. The gag was in place, and a verbal response was impossible. The only way to signal my dissent was to scream through the gag.

"Mmmffffff!"

"Oh, I should get into character as well." John reared his hand back and lightly slapped my cheek, the sting. "Quiet down, woman, or your punishment will be far worse than a little slap." I continued to scream into her gag, wishing to recant my consent, but John continued with his act and slapped me again, this time harder than he had ever slapped me before. I began to cry.

"There there, girl. No need for tears." John reach his right hand up to my face and swept away the forming tears. "I have plenty planned for us. Just you wait and see." He turned around and walked to the closet of our guest bedroom, which had turned into a makeshift bondage den six months ago.

I traced his path with my eyes and knew what he was searching for, but I was in no mood for toys. I continued to scream and flail against the ropes that kept me tied to the ceiling, but John merely smiled. He found what he was looking for, then turned around, ribbed vibrator in hand. "Ah, here we go." He approached me with a sadistic smile on his face.

Staring into his contorted face, I could no longer tell whether or not he was just playing. For the first time in our eight year relationship, I was scared of him. However, with my legs and arms bound and body exposed, I had no choice but to accept his probing hands and toys. I tried to follow him as he walked around me, but he left my view. All I could feel were his groping hands as they pinched my nipples, kneaded my tits, and caressed my thighs. Despite the initial objections, a warmth began to overtake me as the reality of true helplessness came to light.

For first the first time ever, I wandered out of my safety zone, no longer knowing what the future would hold. The rush in all of my previous bondage adventures was a result of the mere illusion of danger, fully aware that there was no true control or risk. Now, however, I was absolutely prone to the whims of another human being, with nothing keeping me safe and alive except my husband's wishes. I still cried, a nervous reaction to the intensity of the games, but I no longer strained against the bindings. John walked back to my front, running his fingers from the small of my back to just above my vagina. I twitched but accepted him as he pierced her with his cock and began pumping in unison with him.

I was just getting used to her husband's rhythmic thrusts when he took the plastic vibrator and shoved it into my asshole. I jerked in pain- that bastard knew how much I hated anal. His gentle thrusts gave way to more violent assaults on both of my holes, and my trust in my husband shattered into a thousand pieces. What was only moments ago thrilling became horrifying, my husband having ventured well beyond my previous limits of pain. I now understood that his preemptive gagging was no accident; for some reason, John's intentions were far from pure, and he fully intended to hurt me more than she I agreed. For the first time ever, I hated my husband.

Finally, I broke down, thrashing with all my might, trying to hit John's legs with the spreader bar that held my legs apart and holes exposed. Tears streamed down my face. The most horrible noise I had ever tried to make emanated from my throat.

"Nrrrggghh!" I stared at him with clouded eyes and tried to clench my thighs together to force him out as he came inside of me.

"Hahaha. Come on, Erica. You don't expect me to give up that easily, do you? We have a ton of ground to cover this summer, so you best save your strength from the coming trials."

Coming trials? What the hell was he planning to do with me? All I was to lie down and sleep, free of the non-consensual bondage so I could enjoy my summer vacation.

Unfortunately, such a relaxing summer was not meant to be. John shoved the vibrator deeper into my ass and taped it into the place, then redressed himself and headed for the door.

"Sweet dreams, honey. I'll be back in the morning to resume your training." He turned off the light and left me hanging in the darkness, tears falling down her face and cum down her thighs. For hours, I cried alone into the darkness, hating my husband, fearing what other dark desires he had been waiting to fulfill.