and curl up, losing herself in sleep. Lately she no longer thought in broader terms about escape. Just to get through this ordeal and be left alone. Her
time was measured by surviving each dreadful test they set for her, and being left alone for an hour, a day, a night.
She almost agreed now with Brenda; she was a worthless piece of shit. She had given up hope of ever being freed. She belonged to these people; they were her world. They controlled her every move. They decided when she ate, when she would be beaten, when she slept, if she lived or died.
She didn't know if anyone in the outside world even knew she was gone. They had certainly replaced her at work. She often went months without contacting anyone in her family so they probably didn't even know she was missing. The landlord would figure it out when he didn't get his rent. And maybe the police had traced her car. For all the good it did her. They would never find her. Who would ever think to look here?
No doubt Robert and Brenda were pillars of their community. Money bought you respectability. If she ever did get away, who would believe her story against theirs? She had never felt worthwhile, even before the abduction. And now this tall, statuesque woman standing imperiously before her, drilling it into her, "You are scum; you are a cunt; you are a whore; you deserve all that you get." Maybe she was right.
Anger was replaced with resignation as a tear slipped down Jane's cheek. Brenda, like any skilled predator, knew when the prey was weakening. Her voice now deceptively gentle, she moved in for the kill. "You are my little cunt, aren't you, Jane? My ugly, skinny little slave. But don't you worry, sugar. Brenda will make it all better. Brenda will keep you safe. I won't let nasty Robert fuck your ass anymore, I promise. I'll feed you and take care of you. All you have to do right now is tell me again what a nasty little bitch you are, and that you deserve everything you get. And then I want you to crawl over here and kiss my feet. That's all you have to do. Then you can go to sleep. And when you wake up, there'll be a nice lunch for you."
Actually grateful for the kind tone in Brenda's words, actually grateful that she was going to be allowed to sleep after she did those few simple things, Jane dutifully parroted, "I'm your little cunt. Your
ugly little slave. I'm a nasty little bitch and I deserve whatever I get." She looked over toward Brenda to see if she approved. Brenda nodded regally and Jane slipped gratefully down, crawling over to lick Brenda's bare toes, her spirit subjugated, all anger seeped away, replaced by an awful resignation that was much more dangerous.
***
Robert had made much of his promises to fuck their frog, and Jane knew it would be soon. She found herself almost wanting it; at least it wasn't a beating. And it would certainly be better than the constant anal penetration he forced upon her.
Sex had been all right with her boyfriend Brian, though of course she knew there was no comparison – Brian had asked her permission; Robert would take what he regarded as his. His property, his toy, his piece of ass, his frog.
As Jane lay in her cage, she thought about her past life; something she rarely did these days. She was quiet by nature, and quieter still from having shared her childhood home with four loud and obnoxious brothers who overwhelmed her delicate sensibilities and caused her to retreat into her own world. Her job as a data entry clerk for a hospital suited her because she didn't have to interact with others. She stayed in her own cubicle, working with her head down, eating her home packed lunch at her desk.
She had never had many friends, and she frankly preferred her own solitude; it was safer. At 24, she wasn't technically a virgin, but in spirit she remained unopened; sexually immature. Brian from work had been the one to 'take' her virginity. They dated for only a few months. There was never any love, and very little
time was measured by surviving each dreadful test they set for her, and being left alone for an hour, a day, a night.
She almost agreed now with Brenda; she was a worthless piece of shit. She had given up hope of ever being freed. She belonged to these people; they were her world. They controlled her every move. They decided when she ate, when she would be beaten, when she slept, if she lived or died.
She didn't know if anyone in the outside world even knew she was gone. They had certainly replaced her at work. She often went months without contacting anyone in her family so they probably didn't even know she was missing. The landlord would figure it out when he didn't get his rent. And maybe the police had traced her car. For all the good it did her. They would never find her. Who would ever think to look here?
No doubt Robert and Brenda were pillars of their community. Money bought you respectability. If she ever did get away, who would believe her story against theirs? She had never felt worthwhile, even before the abduction. And now this tall, statuesque woman standing imperiously before her, drilling it into her, "You are scum; you are a cunt; you are a whore; you deserve all that you get." Maybe she was right.
Anger was replaced with resignation as a tear slipped down Jane's cheek. Brenda, like any skilled predator, knew when the prey was weakening. Her voice now deceptively gentle, she moved in for the kill. "You are my little cunt, aren't you, Jane? My ugly, skinny little slave. But don't you worry, sugar. Brenda will make it all better. Brenda will keep you safe. I won't let nasty Robert fuck your ass anymore, I promise. I'll feed you and take care of you. All you have to do right now is tell me again what a nasty little bitch you are, and that you deserve everything you get. And then I want you to crawl over here and kiss my feet. That's all you have to do. Then you can go to sleep. And when you wake up, there'll be a nice lunch for you."
Actually grateful for the kind tone in Brenda's words, actually grateful that she was going to be allowed to sleep after she did those few simple things, Jane dutifully parroted, "I'm your little cunt. Your
ugly little slave. I'm a nasty little bitch and I deserve whatever I get." She looked over toward Brenda to see if she approved. Brenda nodded regally and Jane slipped gratefully down, crawling over to lick Brenda's bare toes, her spirit subjugated, all anger seeped away, replaced by an awful resignation that was much more dangerous.
***
Robert had made much of his promises to fuck their frog, and Jane knew it would be soon. She found herself almost wanting it; at least it wasn't a beating. And it would certainly be better than the constant anal penetration he forced upon her.
Sex had been all right with her boyfriend Brian, though of course she knew there was no comparison – Brian had asked her permission; Robert would take what he regarded as his. His property, his toy, his piece of ass, his frog.
As Jane lay in her cage, she thought about her past life; something she rarely did these days. She was quiet by nature, and quieter still from having shared her childhood home with four loud and obnoxious brothers who overwhelmed her delicate sensibilities and caused her to retreat into her own world. Her job as a data entry clerk for a hospital suited her because she didn't have to interact with others. She stayed in her own cubicle, working with her head down, eating her home packed lunch at her desk.
She had never had many friends, and she frankly preferred her own solitude; it was safer. At 24, she wasn't technically a virgin, but in spirit she remained unopened; sexually immature. Brian from work had been the one to 'take' her virginity. They dated for only a few months. There was never any love, and very little
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