Page 61 of Depravity

Only, I can see from his expression that he clearly hasn’t. God, what more does he want from this? What more is he going to do?

He turns around, fiddles with the TV and it flickers to life, before he’s changing the channel and then the most explicit, graphic scene is right there, displayed in ultra-HD.

“You’re going to stay here, Doll.” Conrad says. “Stay here and watch.”

I blink, wondering if I’ve misheard him. Surely not. Surely… my eyes dart back to the screen. To where a naked woman is there, with a cock in her mouth and another one in her pussy.And she’s grunting, groaning, while the sound of their sweaty flesh slapping against each other seems to echo far more than it should.

I can’t do that. I can’t.

Just the noises alone are already messing with my head, doing things that make me feel disgusted with myself.

He chuckles, stepping back, looking every inch the very devil come to taint my soul and damn me to hell.

“It’s time you learned. Time you realised that your body is designed to give and receive pleasure.”

“Please…” I shake my head more, shut my eyes, refusing to watch but I can still hear the sounds.

Is that what sex is? Is that how it’s meant to sound?

Conrad walks up to me, slapping my face to get my attention. “You will watch, you will watch it all. You will obey me.”

And then he walks out, leaving me there. Tied up, spread-eagled, and utterly appalled at the way my body seems to be reacting to the vision in front of me.

Ileave her there. Bound. Chained. Like a literal fuck doll.

She pisses the bed. Defecates in it too and I have the maids clean it up, clean her up.

And all the while, those videos play on and on.

I know she tries to resist, tries to look away. I can see the way she fights from the surveillance camera I put up. Like I’d leave her all alone and defenceless like that without taking precautions.

Every day I walk in, dress her up, and then fuck her. For a week she pleads, she begs, she tries to convince me that I can let her go, but I’m not so stupid as to fall for it.

And besides, she doesn’t understand what is happening. She doesn’t get what this is.

That I’m training her. Just as I would a new slave for Oblivion.

I’ll get her body craving sex, I’ll get her mind obsessing about it. I’ll have her so turned on and desperate for it that soon enough she’ll be the one riding me, fucking me, crying out for me to fill her up and breed her.

My cock hardens.

My lips pull into a smirk. God, I can’t wait for that. I can’t wait for her to lie back, spread her legs and show me her pretty little cunt while she’s gagging for me to fill it.

My hand tightens on the bag as I reach the door.

This morning, I left her full. I left her well-fucked, but I also left one hand untied.

She thinks it was a mistake. An oversight on my part.

But I wanted to test her, to see if she was ready.

And when I’d logged on, when I’d seen her hand, seen what she was doing, then I knew I was finally making progress.

Will she be touching herself now? Alleviating that awful ache?

The door is silent as I push it open, but there’s a sharp intake of air all the same.

Her eyes dart to mine. Fear or arousal, either could explain why her pupils are so blown.

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