EroticReverie

Eve

I could not walk. My legs, my arms, my entire body was completely out of order. Due in part to the fact I'd stayed strapped to that table for at least a few hours maybe longer, I wasn't sure, due to the fact I black out multiple times. 

I wasn't sure of what was happening, but the six and a half foot Malachi was currently carrying me like a fireman up the basement stairs after he'd served me orgasm after orgasm. I'd never even been able to bring myself to an orgasm. But that was clearly what those were. There was no doubt about it. I felt dirty, I felt ashamed that my first orgasm belonged to a giant man who mere hours ago wanted me dead. I was pretty sure he still did, but apparently he wanted to make me into some sort of living sex doll first. 

My head hurt from all of my crying. I could feel the puffyness off my eyes, the mess of dried snot and tears on my face. I had been scared, and I still was, not knowing entirely what was in store for me, or how long this nightmare would last until they decided to get rid of me. But right now, I was too exhausted. After the second black out I could barely even think, my body was too overwhelmed with the onslaught of forced orgasms that Malachi forced me to have. 

Each time I came he chuckled to himself, proud of himself, telling me what a good girl I was. I didn't want to be a good girl, not for him. Not for them. But being a bad girl meant I would end up in a cage. A damn cage. I feel dizzy as Malachi carries me through the house, taking me up another set of stairs and I should be trying to fight, but even if I tried, it would be pointless. Even if I wanted to try, I had no strength for any kind of defense. Infact, I hated myself a little bit more , because I was resting my dizzy head on the shoulder of the man carrying me. I felt so weak. I wanted to cry, but I couldnt even manage to do that right now. 

Malachi opened a door and I listened to the slight creak of the hinges as he walked us into a dark room, a second later, a light flicking on.  My eyes shutting, afraid of what new horrors I was being brought to. 

I knew Malachi intended on raping me. He'd said so. But for some reason, he hadn't. At least not with his penis. He'd done plenty of things against my will with his mouth and his fingers. I feel my pussy pulse at it's  shameful want. How could my body want more when I could not fathom a single ounce more of pleasure. 

Pleasure. I want to vomit when my brain chooses that word for what he did to me. But that's what it was I suppose, non consented pleasure. I was tortured with pleasure. I give a weary sigh and Malachi kisses the top of my head, making my eyes pop open. 

Each time he chose to do something gentle, or something you'd normally deem as sweet if it came from an actual sane person, it made me so confused. 

"I am going to bathe you now. Are you able to stand?" he asks , carrying me inside of another room, the light flicking on and I see a giant claw foot tub, and a glass shower. I only caught a glimpse of the other room before he carried me into this bathroom. And just like the other room. Everything was dark. The walls were a dark red crimson. It reminded me of blood. Something I was sure I would see much more of while I was in their keep. 

The counter was a black marble, so were the floors. The cabinets, were the same crimson as the walls, maybe a few shades darker.  The tub as well as the toilet were black. The shower tiles were black and crimson as well. The shower head, and the handles were gold. This bathroom was depressing and scary. 

When he asks me if I can stand. I give a little shake of my head. 

Malachi sets me down, sitting me on the closed toilet seat, and I almost slump and fall right off. 

"sit here." he says and then walks to the shower. I shiver, my body prickling with cold. I'd been so cold this entire time, and felt like I was definitely going to end up sick. Not that these idiots would care. I keep my mouth shut as Malachi turns the water to the shower on and I watch the spray start steam and then watch him as he pushes down his pants that he'd put back on before leaving the basement with me. 

I dart my eyes away, but not before I see that he's very much still erect. His dick was enormous, and I was thankful that I hadn't had to go through the agony of fitting that thing inside of me. At least not yet. I'm sure that was coming, after he was done playing the doting psychopath on me. 

I can see him stroking it slightly as he walks back over, and I tremble, afraid that maybe he's going to choose now to rape me with it.  but his hand drops and he gently grabs me back in his fireman hold and carries me into the shower. 

"Just hold onto me." he says as he sets me down, and I feel the delicious warmth of the steam around me, the slight sprinkle of the spray of water hitting my side as he gently sets me down. 

My legs wobble and he holds me at my waist. 

"Steady." he says and then grabs my arms and brings them around himself at his torso. I whimper slightly as he pushes against me. 

"Hold on Eve." he says gruffly, I use what strength I have to hold my arms around him to help hold my weak legs up. He was still calling me Eve. Still hadn't reduced me to "V" just yet. 

I feel his arm lift and he takes the shower head from it's place on the wall and lowers it and I squeeze my arms just a bit tighter as the hot water hits my ass and runs down my legs. 

"Is this too hot?" he asks and I shake my head. 

I can feel his cock against my body as I hold onto him, his hand lifting the shower head and I feel it hit my lower back then the ends of my hair as they start to stick to my skin. I press my cheek to his chest. 

"Look at me." he says. 

I don't want to. I don't want to look at him anymore, or ever again. But because I need to be a "good girl" if I want to eat or sleep in a normal bed. I look up at him. His free hand comes up and pushes back my hair. His eyes aren't on mine, he's paying attention to the water as he brings it up over the crown of my head, wetting my hair. I close my eyes as the pulse of the water massages my scalp. I can feel the wound on my head, and it hurts when the water passes over it, but I don't complain, because the warmth slipping down my body feels too good. 

The water was warm, and he was warm. I shift slightly as I rub against him, pressing myself into his warm body further as he gently swipes my hair, and I look down, watching the pink tinged water ring the drain. 

"Can you stand on your own?" he asks me. 

"I think so." I say quietly. 

I drop my arms, already shivering at the loss of his body heat as he steps back and then runs the water down the front of me, before hooking the shower head back in it's place. 

"I'm going to wash you now." he says and I just nod as I start to tremble and shiver, the air hitting my warm skin, making me cold again. I watch as he grabs a wash cloth and adds soap to it and then looks at me. His eyes on mine. I blink, and his eyes travel slowly down my body, and I feel every droplet of water that's cascading down my body, especially the one I feel drip down my left breast and off the tip of my nipple as he looks at my breasts. I swallow and he takes a deep breath and then is gently washing my face with the washcloth, then my neck, behind my ears, his hand slowly and gently wiping every inch of me, the intimate parts as well, all the way to my toes as he leans down, telling me to hold his shoulders as he lifts my foot, scrubbing underneath it. 

When he's done, before rinsing he grabs a black bottle of what I assume is shampoo because he moves closer, reaching to my head and starts to massage it into my scalp , and my eyes flutter closed. My eyes dart open after I let out a little moan at the relaxing tenderness of his fingers on my scalp and my eyes dart to his, hoping he didn't hear it. But the flare of his nostrils tell me he did. 

"You make the most wonderful sounds." he says, his fingers digging a bit more firmly at the parts of my scalp that arent sore. 

"Your moans, when you let the pleasure take over you down in the basement....here in the shower....I like listening to you enjoy my touch." he says and I lower my eyes. His were too intense, the way the bright green darkened right before my eyes when he spoke to me. 

"Look at me Eve." he says and I take a brief second and then lift my eyes back to him. 

"My good girl." he murmurs and then leans down and tips my chin up and I inhale, as his mouth comes closer to mine. 

"so..so..good" he says and inhales, closing his eyes, his jaw clenching and then his mouth moves away, my mouth making me even more ashamed. Because I wondered what he'd feel like if he had kissed me. Would he be gentle with my mouth? Or would his tongue slither like an angry serpent between my lips and command my entire mouth. 

I feel him grab the shower head again and he begins to rinse my hair,then rinses my entire body. 

"I will shave you tomorrow." he says and I don't argue that Im more than capable of shaving myself, but I have a feeling he wants to do it. So I don't argue. Not wanting to upset the beast. 

I watch him as he pushes me under the spray gently, allowing the hot water to keep me warm as he starts to wash himself. I try not to look, but unsure of where I should look. If avoiding looking at him will make him mad.

"Look at what you do to me." he says while lathering himself. I let my eyes go to his , and then they go down to where his one hand is stroking his cock. I swallow and I feel my toes push at the tiles, curling slightly as I look at the soap suds slip down his length , his fist at the top of his cock. 

He groans as I watch. Unsure if Im allowed to look away. I wasn't sure I could. I was terrified of how big he was, how angry his cock looked. Could a cock even look angry? His did. I watch his hand move up and down , and watched it slip over the angry veins that corded around the length of him, his balls were big , at least I think they were. I wasnt sure how big they were supposed to be. But all of him was bigger than the other two. 

"I want to cum for you sweet girl." he says and I flick my eyes up and I swallow. 

"Would you like that my good girl?" he asks. 

I open my mouth to speak, no words coming out. I think about shrugging. Saying no. I close my mouth and I nod. 

"Yes please." I say quietly and he groans and steps forward, his hand slipping up and down his dick, the head of it, rubbing against my stomach.

"Not yet sweet girl...not yet" he says and groans , licking his lips. 

"I'm saving every seed for your virgin cunt." he says. My brows pinch and I just nod. 

"Okay." I say quietly. 

"you are so sweet" he groans. "So fucking sweet Eve" he says and slaps his cock on my stomach and I flinch slightly at the thud and smack it makes against my belly. 

He growls and then slides his hand to my waist. 

"I need to rinse." he says and I shiver as I step aside and move out of his way and then a few seconds later after hes done rinsing himself off, he shuts off the water and opens the door, holding it open. I step out onto the cushioned bath matt and shiver as he grabs towels from the side and wraps one around his waist , then walks over and wraps one around me. 

He grabs another and I let him wrap my hair in it and then pile it on my head. He stands there, his hands on my shoulders his thumb rubbing my collar cone on each side, his hands slip over my shoulder towards my neck and his thumbs stroke the column of my throat. 

"Such a pretty little neck." he says , his thumbs pressing harder. 

"Do you know how easily I could snap it in half?" he asks and I blink, stunned by the violent question when he's been so...so...gentle thus far.

"Yes." I answer, because. I was well fucking aware and I feel my heart rate speed up. Was that what he was going to do? Right now ? Was he going to kill me right now?

"Breakable little Eve." he says softly, and I think it's more to himself as his thumbs keep stroking my neck. 

He inhales slowly, and exhales even slower. 

"I will enjoy having my hands wrapped around this pretty throat of yours when I rape you Eve." he says and I flinch. 

"your first time will be gentle" he says as he watches his thumbs and I swallow hard as they keep pressing a bit harder and harder.

"But your second time Eve..." he says and groans. "Oh Eve...your second time will be absolutely decadent" he says. 

"For me Eve....not for you." he says and I feel myself start to tremble. 

A small evil smile plays at his lips.

"Your pulse is racing Eve...does that excite you?" he asks with a taunting lick of his lips. 

I shake my head. 

"It scares you then." he says, that grin growing. 

I nod.

"You poor sweet thing." he says and his one hand slips around the front of my neck, his hand resting like a collar around my throat, his hand so big it almost wraps entirely around my neck. 

"I'm going to break you sweet Eve." he groans. 

"I'm going to break your body, and your mind. and it's going to be beautiful."