The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three - Sex Stories

The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three

Author's Note:This Is a home invasion/kidnapp situation. It is not consensual. Just like the first two chapters. Understand this and comment accordingly. I do enjoy comments I am new to writing so any feedback is great. Thank you and enjoy. Sunday Sally woke up having to use the restroom. She turned and was smacked in the face with the reality that she was chained to the monster. She had slept blissfully till now and had been able to forget the events of the last two days, well really only a day and a half. It seemed like it had been a week. She was desperate to relieve herself, but even in her groggy, desperate state she knew if she tried to get out of bed and the monster woke up and he would probably assume she was trying to escape. Sally took a deep breath and touched the monster’s shoulder trying to wake him up. “Sir?, Sir? Please wake up. Sir!” “What? What do you want?” “Sir, I need to go to the bathroom, please Sir?” “God damn it, girl. What time is it?” Mike sat up and looked at his phone that was by the bed out of Sally’s reach. “Ugh 4am? Seriously? Okay let’s go.” Make sat up and took Sally’s cuffed hand into his, and led her into the bathroom and stood next to her as she sat on the toilet. “You may go.” Sally was terrified that there would be repercussions for waking him up in the middle of the night. So she went and was going to reach for the toilet paper, but looked at him instead. He was staring at her hard and expecting, and she knew there would be no quarter ...

... even at four in the morning. So she, in one more flourish of obvious surrender to her present situation, found her words: “I am finished Sir, will you please clean me off?” She wanted to die inside. Mike’s expression never changed as he reached for the cup, filled it with water, and pushed her forward to run water down her backside and then pushed her back and did the same in the front, but inside he was pleased. What a good toy he had, and he was pretty sure this would work in the long run. When she was clean Mike spoke. “Face the wall position three.” Sally was sure he was going to punish her in some way, but he lifted the toilet seat and relieved himself. When he was finished he spoke. “Up on your feet, Bitch, back to bed.” Relief flooded Sally and as “Yes, Sir, Thank you for not getting angry. I really needed to go.” “Why would I get angry? You did the right thing, you told me what your need was and let me take care of it, you behaved very well. If you had gotten out of bed without permission and without waking me, THEN you would be in trouble. Understand?” Mike was holding the cover up and Sally was climbing into bed. “Yes Sir. I understand.” “Good, let’s go back to sleep.” Mike wrapped his arms around his bitch and went to sleep. Sally took a little bit longer finding rest. She wondered how long he would stay. She was supposed to go to work Monday, He couldn’t stay forever right? She could go to the cops on Monday. Or maybe he was going to kill her. This was the first ...