"Pardon?" Jack looked up from his desk with surprise. He had just strapped her mercilessly for throwing her stylus out of frustration.
"The punishments you give me work so much better to stimulate my mind than when you used to fuck me. Your cock inside of me was too enjoyable, and I don't deserve that."
Jack raised his eyebrow. "You like me fucking you?"
"Oh, yes!" Emma nodded with feigned enthusiasm. "It was wonderful. I wish I could be good enough for you to want to make love to me again." She sniffed, and looked at the floor.
"You want me to make love to you?" His expression was incredulous as he stepped towards her.
"It's a moot point," she sighed, slowly lifting her eyes to look at him. "I'm not worthy of your love."
Jack scooped her into his arms and held her snugly to his chest. "Of course you are, baby! Shhh, don't cry. I'm going to make you feel so good right now."
"I'm hurting too much after that last strapping to enjoy you," Emma said, tears streaming down her face.
"I'll make you forget the strapping and anything else that hurts you. I will take you to heaven as you ride my cock."
"Will you restrain me?" Emma asked hopefully. "It will help me not feel so guilty for asking for something I don't deserve." There was some truth in that statement. The sex would then be forced, and she could subconsciously accept that it was uninvited. The fact was, she did miss the feel of his huge rod inside of her. It was warm and velvety, and danced against her flesh in a way so unlike that of the hard, rigid anchor of her corner chair. Whether he embedded it in her pussy or her ass, she had learned to feel pleasure. How sad that her life had come to this—the inner admission that the most pleasurable part of her existence meant being viciously fucked and sodomized by a madman.
"I'll not only restrain you," he said gleefully, turning around in a happy circle, "we'll pretend that you don't want it. We can also pretend that you're a virgin."
Emma's mouth went dry. He meant to 'play-rape' her—although, in her reality, there was no play involved. Jack grabbed hold of her ponytail and yanked her head back to whisper in her ear.
"I miss your pussy, Emma. I'll bet it's nice and tight after not being used for a while. Am I right?"
Her breathing grew ragged, and her mouth opened and closed without an utterance.
"You don't have to answer. I'll find out for myself. Ask me if I'm going to rape you," he said, his eyes twinkling.
Emma trembled. Her idea had turned south. "Are you going to rape me?"
Jack smirked and dragged her by the hair to his bedroom, laughing as he forced her through the door.
"You'll never get away with this," she whimpered, clutching the hand that pulled her hair.
"You're good at this role-play thing!" Jack exclaimed. He slammed the door behind him, locked it with a key that was placed well beyond her reach, and set her on her feet. She took several steps back, second-guessing her idea. This was a mistake, and she suddenly knew it.
"Please," she whimpered, "Let me go."
"You're right," he said with a laugh, "I need to stay in character." He forced a frown as he went back to assuming his role. "What the hell do you care if the government catches me? They can't unfuck you, can they? Any more than they can strip these tattoos from your body. You can scream and carry on, but I'm still going to fuck you hard."
"No, please! Oh, God, no," she whispered, true fear taking over her body.
"I like it when you beg," he whispered in her ear. His expression was cold and determined as he sank into the debauchery of his own mind. "Are you scared?"
She nodded.
"Are you afraid I might kill you?" He rolled his eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Come on, Emma, play the game. You're supposed to beg me not to kill you, and that you'll do anything if I make that promise."
She was voiceless, squeezing her eyes shut and recalling the things he had done before, and would surely do again.
"I'll tell you what, my sweet," he said, tightly pressing her to his chest, with his right hand squeezing slightly into the soft tissue of her throat. Still holding her like that, his left hand slipped under her blouse and squeezed her breast. "Let me fuck you without putting up a fuss, and I promise that you'll live to enjoy another day. You're not strong enough to stop me, so you might as well just sit back and enjoy the ride on your massive stallion."
She tensed and shifted sideways in an attempt to dislodge his grip on her breast, her jaw still being squeezed painfully by his enormous paw. He laughed and moved his hand to the other breast, grasping and twisting her nipple until she cried out in pain.
"The choice is yours, darling. You can be spanked, raped and killed, or just get spanked and be thoroughly fucked. A smart girl would lift her skirt and bend over for me." With a little kiss on her cheek, he said in a soft, yet still firm voice, "Lift your skirt and bend over."
"I can't," Emma whimpered.
He pinched her nipple again, and then twisted it. "Sure you can. It's called survival. You know I'm capable of hurting you, so maybe you'll believe I'm capable of killing you."
She trembled quite convincingly as she pulled her short skirt to her waist and bent over to hold on to the chair he was pointing at.
"You aren't a virgin, are you?" he asked, as his hand moved to the waistband of her panties. "You know it doesn't matter, right? Your sweet little pussy is going to be fucked until you scream. And then, I might even take you in the ass."
Lost in the terror of the moment, Emma squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible and began to cry. "Please..."
"Please? I would love to! You don't have to beg," he interrupted her. "Just nod your head."
His hand slid under her panties to grab her bare pussy from behind, then he traced his finger from her slit, back up the crack of her ass.
A long, pathetic, "Nooo..." escaped her mouth.
"Strip. I want to see your tits." When she shook her head, he grabbed her hair again. "I already have my fingers in your snatch. Show me your tits! Pissing me off will only cause you more pain."
Slowly, Emma stood and began to remove her clothing, shivering as she stood before him naked except for her panties and socks.
"You have lovely tits. A little small, but perky. I like how your little pink nipples stand up and ask me to suck on them." His mouth found one, then the other, and Emma held her breath as the unwelcome feeling of desire coursed through her.
"I think I want you on the bed," he stated, grabbing a nipple, pulling her forward and shoving her onto the mattress. "What is it you're supposed to say?"
"I'll do anything you want," she croaked. "Please don't hurt me."
"That's close enough. Take off those panties."
She didn't move. He gripped her panties with both hands and tugged. Anguish covered her face as she grudgingly lifted her hips.
"Good," he said gently. "We should have done this role play months ago! Are you enjoying our game so far? You are a convincing little actress."
She nodded her head. He pulled the panties down to her ankles, waiting for her to lower her bottom and lift her feet, leaving her completely naked except for the white knee-high socks and black slippers.
"Open your eyes." He grabbed a quivering ankle in each hand and gently pried her legs open. Emma's tears grew profound and she covered her face with her hands, resigned to endure the unwelcome fucking she would soon be getting. Pushing her feet up and forcing her knees to bend, he leaned forward to tell her not to move until he was deep inside.
He knelt on the bed, unzipped his heavy jeans, and released the thick staff from his pants. Emma's knees moved together as she tried to hide her glistening pussy from his eyes. He slickened his hard cock with her juices and said, with a friendly tone, "Open."
Slowly her knees spread wide, exposing her pink, moist slit. Her bottom and upper thighs still ached from the strapping, and she struggled between lifting her tender bottom from the mattress to spare her the pain of pressure against her welts,
versus not giving him any ideas regarding being welcome.
He aimed the hungry mouth of his cock at her hole and moved in and out a bit to spread her wetness around him. "I love when you tremble and cry," he whispered. "Don't move until I'm inside you."
She tilted her hips to offer the right angle and he lunged deeply, burying his shaft to the hilt. Emma sobbed as he pounded her pussy for a solid three minutes, then hooked his elbows under her legs and pushed her knees against her chest.
"OW!" she screamed, as he pumped her slit, his balls and thighs smacking her tender bruises.
"Too bad I can't have kids. Wouldn't they be beautiful?" he asked, thumping his pole inside her. "Too much exposure to radiation over the years while working on the C-spill. Fucked me up bad."
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him, plunging in as deeply as he could before he unloaded his twitching cock deep into her womb.
"You are spectacular, my little Emma. What a good student you are!" he said, panting for breath as he rolled off her.
"Are you going to let me go now?" she asked hesitantly.
"No," he said, with a shake of his head. "I'm not done with you just yet." Pointing to his crotch, he added, "Get your mouth on my prick. Don't even think about biting me."
This was a first. He had never forced her to suck his cock before. After stalling for as long as she thought was safe, Emma reluctantly scooted into position. At the first taste, she gagged, but then timidly set about the task. It did not take much to make him hard again, and he gently urged her mouth off his cock.
"Hands and knees, my dear. I'm going to fuck you in the ass like a real man."
She shook her head violently from side to side, protesting and begging as he pushed her to her belly and climbed on top of her. Holding her ponytail as a handle, he eased into her backdoor, filling her completely with three good shoves, making her squeal and thrash under him. Her struggles seemed to excite him, and he drained his second load into her bowels in a matter of minutes.
***
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Jack asked cheerfully, as he tucked his spent member back into his trousers.
Emma panted, her body torn and screaming in protest. He had hurt her this time, but she was certain that she had more than enough of his semen to slip into the little cup on his mainframe computer. She nodded.
"I'll run you a bath—"
"No! I mean, I want to enjoy the feel of your cum inside me for a while," she forced out. "I know this is an odd request, but I thought I would try to do my homework this way. Just to see if maybe my mind is clearer about that bioengineering stuff."
"You are having a difficult time grasping the concept. Very well," he said cheerfully. "I'll start dinner. If you finish your homework before it's ready, I'll fuck you again tonight. If you don't, then my belt is coming off again. Deal?"
Emma simply nodded, rising on wobbly feet and following him to the 'classroom'. She grimaced with disgust as the remnants of his juices slid down her thighs, tinged with blood. Her blood. The thought dawned on her that the DNA sequence she entered might also include her own. It was a risk she would take. The fact existed that she had nothing to lose, since she could not go back to the real world anyway.
Once settled in front of his computer and told to be a good girl, she got to work. Gagging, she pulled on one of the disposable gloves that he kept all over the house over her hand, and then scooped up some semen from her thigh. She placed a tiny amount from the center of the wad into the glass slide and inserted it into the machine. Emma held her breath, watching as the sequence was read and recorded into the Mother nanobyte. She tossed the glove away and quickly substituted the new sequence into the program. Her final move was to save the new file under the old name, and obliterate all the data he had gathered for blackmail.
The smell of dinner made her hurry to her assignment and she quickly finished it up, glad that she had him believing her lack of understanding. Her answers were primarily, and intentionally, wrong, but he had said to complete it—not do it correctly.
"How's it coming?" he asked, startling her as he came up quietly from behind.
"I just finished," she said with a smile. "I'm still not understanding much of it. It's so complex. I don't know how you do it!" she praised.
Jack gloated. "My mind is definitely unique. Oh my! You're still dripping. You are getting a bath before dinner. No arguments."
Emma released a loud sigh, glancing at the computer. It was only a matter of time before he launched the Mother upon his victims, but how could she get him to set off that time bomb?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tick tock... tick tock... the droning of the ticking clock that sat on the top of the bookshelf echoed through the room. Emma swallowed, watching as the hands moved to a straight line like a soldier standing at attention. It was six o'clock, and time for Penance. Her stomach turned as the sound of her tormentor's heavy footsteps approached. He was, if anything, unfailingly and depressingly punctual. He was also terribly predictable. As another day of misery crept upon her, Emma squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the long, upcoming hours of unrelenting mortification and anguish. She had nobody to blame but herself. She could have had a different life, but pride had got in the way.
***
"We have a special guest coming pretty soon, my dear," Jack said, after sitting her in the corner chair with the anchor lodged deeply in her bottom. She sniveled, once again feeling the burn of his 'special lotion' inside her. She had been late with her homework for the third time that week, and he had been 'forced' to take the donut paddle to her bottom again. "I expect you to be on your best behavior."
Emma nodded, her insides screaming in protest. "Will I get a chance to have extra time for homework beforehand? So we don't fall behind?" she sniffed.
"You are not the most intelligent student, but you certainly are dedicated. You seem to be determined to try to learn something that I'm afraid your mind isn't capable of understanding."
"I want to learn this to please you, Professor!" Emma begged, appealing to his ego.
"Very well. I have to do some chores in the greenhouse tomorrow, and I will allow you to spend the day on your assignment. I must say, I do like your commitment."
He has no idea just how committed I am, Emma thought. She had figured out a way to send a signal to the outside world. It didn't matter who received it, as long as someone knew it was the correct set of coordinates to capture him. If her plan worked, she would soon be free…
"…Barbara in the spring. Won't that be nice? You can be a baby for her!"
Emma turned to stare at him. Had she head him correctly? Aunt Barbara was coming?
"Professor, you know she doesn't cherish me like you do. Please—"
"Now see here, young lady," Jack wagged a finger at her. "People must be allowed the opportunity to change. I want her to see what a wonderful young woman you've grown to be, and show her how beautiful you've become."
Emma glanced down at her naked, pierced, and tattooed body. Barbara would use the modification as an excuse to abuse. "Are you going to save me from being hurt by her?"
"She is your aunt. If she has to discipline you, then I am certain it is deserved. Now, get off your chair and bend over."
Emma clenched her teeth in agony as he rammed his cock into her bottom for the third time that day. Soon, she told herself, soon it will be over. All of it.
***
Emma stared out the classroom window, gazing at the slender grasses peeking out from under the melting snow. Spring was upon them. Jack had nervously hurried her through breakfast, saying very little as he urged her to finish. She fought to stay alert, knowing that the suppositories he had forcefully administered when she woke up that morning were starting to take effect. She was dressed in a short pink party dress, complete with scratchy lace, white tights with a rhumba seat that accented her behind, frilly ankle socks and she'd been re-diapered 'just in case' the suppositories got messy. He'd even made her wear s
hiny new black patent leather Mary Janes, to which she raised a fuss after having not worn shoes since her arrival. Her protests were quickly silenced after a harsh spanking with his thick ruler, and she no longer tried to kick them off. He declared her ready after tying her hair into two pigtails with pink bows, and seating her at the new desk he had recently designed and built for her.
"You have homework to do to keep you occupied. I want you to stay in here and be on your best behavior. That means no talking and no fussing. Barbara is on her way. You know that I won't hesitate to spank you in front of our guest, but it won't be the only one you'll get, either." He loomed over her. "Not a sound, hear me? I've allowed you to get away with too much as it is, and I don't need to hear Barbara talk down to me. To be honest, the woman annoys the living hell out of me, but allowing her a yearly visit was a condition of purchase. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Emma whispered.
"If I find out that you disobeyed me, you will receive the whipping of your life—one that will make that caning look like a play spanking. Got it?"
She nodded fearfully, clutching the stuffed rabbit that had recently become her best buddy. He locked her in the room and left her to her imagination as to the depravations in store for her when Barbara arrived. Seizing the sacred free time, she rushed to the mainframe computer and hacked in to send another desperate plea for rescue.
The sound of voices alerted her to the dreaded woman's arrival. Emma shut down the system and returned to her desk, determined to present herself as Jack's perfect girl, and show Barbara that his torture had not caused her harm in any way.
"Well, well," the woman's creaky voice said from the doorway. "What do we have here? Jack? Why isn't she in a crib?"
"I like being able to teach her and she can't learn from a crib. I only keep her there on the weekends," Jack said defensively.
"Teach her? What? How to be stupid? She's got that down to a science."
Emma tightened her fist, the fury and loathing she had for the woman roared inside of her until she exploded. She lunged at Barbara, fists drawn, and was caught by Jack. "I'm not stupid, you fucking bitch!" she shouted, thrashing wildly as she tried to break loose of Jack's hold "You are the most despicable human being on this planet. There's a special place in hell for people like you! You goddamn, polluted, cunt!"
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