Gabriel's Call: Chapter 2
Natasha woke up feeling no better than she did when she fell asleep. Her arms and legs ached, and her joints felt displaced. Her ass and pussy were tender, and even attempting to move caused her to wince. Despite her desire to avoid attracting his attention, she realized her efforts were futile. Sitting comfortably in an ancient black velvet chair, Gabriel was watching her. The second their eyes met, he stretched out his lengthy legs and stood up. Her heart raced within her chest as she watched him approach the cage. He was shirtless, and the muscles in his body flexed with every movement, reminding her of a tiger. When he neared the cage and started to unlock the door, Natasha whimpered. "Please don't hurt me anymore. Please." However, even as she thought these words, she felt herself grow wet between her legs.
He didn't utter a word but pulled the chain connected to the collar around her neck. Half-choking her, he dragged her from the cage. Natasha saw him attaching the chain to a metal hook that he lowered from the ceiling. She didn't understand his intentions until she heard the whirring sound of the winch and observed the hook moving upward.
"No..." she whispered, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done the previous day. "Please no..."
But Gabriel didn't hang her. Instead, he only winched her by her neck to her feet. She stood wobbly on the balls of her feet with the metal collar pressing into her throat. The effort caused her legs to tremble. Perhaps she should let go. Just give up and allow him to catch her. Then her stubbornness kicked in. Despite his cruelty, she could endure anything he decided to do to her. Yes, she could, yes she could.
Gabriel observed the girl as she battled to maintain her balance. She was in an uncomfortable position, and her asshole was red from the previous punishment. But apart from that, she had no signs of injury. This was a state he intended to change. He selected a cane from the collection on the wall. The long, slim object was not the cruelest one, but it would provide a good foundation. He mentally marked a spot on her ass and swung the cane forcefully.
Natasha's mind was too focused on controlling her breathing to produce a proper scream, but she managed to utter a whimper nevertheless. She attempted to dodge the cane, resulting in a choking sound emanating from her mouth. He didn't wait for her to recover; instead, he struck her again, this time on her upper thigh. At the third strike, Natasha tried to block the pain with her hands. He stopped long enough to tie her wrists together in front of her. Then he resumed the process of caning her. Multiple times, her legs buckled, and she choked, but each time, he caught her and assisted her in regaining balance. And each time he did this, she felt his enormous erection pressing against her. There was no doubt in Natasha's mind that he would take her again once he was done. Indeed, she was right; he had no intention of allowing her to recover.
Gabriel caned Natasha’s ass and thighs until a myriad of angry welts spread across her flesh, many of which were bleeding. He determined to cease when she passed out for the second time since she hadn't been screaming loudly. He dropped the winch cable, removed the chain from the hook, and allowed her to collapse to the floor. Despite her trembling state, he showed no sympathy, only directing her to get on all fours. Then, he led her to the spanking bench and bent her body over it at the waist. Her wrists were already bound, so all he had to do was secure her ankles. This accomplished, he knelt on the cushion behind her and rammed his massive cock into her pussy. She was lubricated, as he had anticipated, but her backside would still be aching from the caning, and it made the experience even more delightful.
Natasha sobbed helplessly as he began fucking her: his hips rubbing painfully against her swollen skin, and his colossal cock stretching her to the limit. She felt his every movement deep within her belly, as though being impaled by him. The thought turned her on and scared her at the same time: but instead of experiencing guilt, her victimization provided her mind with a freedom she had never known. With her wrists and ankles securely restrained and his cock pounding her from behind with incredible force, Natasha closed her eyes and cried out. She had believed she had no voice left, but he had managed to silence her with his mighty cane and enormous cock. Gazing at the chain hanging from her neck, Natasha shuddered and screamed. She couldn't believe she had so much energy left but was simultaneously thankful he had drained her of it.
Gabriel couldn't believe the intensity of his arousal. For weeks, he had been fantasizing about this very moment, but it didn't even compare to the reality. The woman's pussy was heavenly, but what truly aroused him was her voice. She produced such incredible, stretched-out screams, and her sobbing was... indescribable. She wasn't thrilled with the treatment he was giving her, yet she still submitted to him and her mortified tears were evidence of it. Gabriel adored dominating women, and humiliation was an integral part of it. He fucked her intensely and for a long time while considering this. Her trembling butt cheeks shook before him, her weeping drifting pleasantly to his ears. Yes, dear. Take this... and this... and this... He grabbed her breasts and imagining he was extracting milk from them. With this thought in his mind, he ejaculated a massive load straight into her tight little pussy.
"I loved that," Gabriel said. He kept himself deep inside her while his cock convulsed, and the last drops of semen slowly leaked out. Even now, he was partially erect, piercing her excellently, so rather than stop he continued to pinch her nipples. Coming up with ways to torment them. This made him so excited that he got hard again right inside her. As he began moving again, she groaned in desperation, certain they were finished. He chuckled to himself as he pulled her head up by her hair and whispered in her ear,
"I'm not done with you yet, little lamb. Your ass is mine, and I'm going to fuck it as long as I want. And that just happens to be for a very long time."
If she had any idea how much her screams turned him on, she would have kept her mouth closed.
Bent over with the blood pounding in her head, Natasha wished she could succumb to fainting, but couldn't. As a result, she had to endure Gabriel's hard cock pounding her and his large hands squeezing her breasts and nipples for a considerable period. Somehow, she realized he was lasting longer than the last time. He must have been turned on by caning her. In genuine discomfort now, she moaned helplessly as he thrust quicker and harder, pausing the tempo for a while. Then he returned to the even pace, splitting her more slowly and carefully. This made her pussy become wet again, alerting him to her excitement.
"You dirty man... man... man..." she barked hoarsely, safe in the knowledge that he would stop only if she said the magic word. That one word, which she had promised herself she would never utter.
Therefore, she swore at him in sync with his thrusts. Judging by his response, it only incited him further.
When, at last, he was done, she was once again silent. His cock had left her pussy gaping open, soaking wet long after he pulled out. Her eyelids fluttered as he untied her from the spanking bench. Otherwise, she gave no sign of life. He returned her to the cage and securely locked her in, feeling quite content.
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Caged -- Day Three
Having concluded his session with Natasha in the late afternoon of the second day, Gabriel opted to give her a chance to recover. He thought it was a highly generous act, since he still had a lot of energy left. He decided to burn some off by going for a run and scaling the large boulder he was familiar with. Grasping his climbing gear, he looked down at her briefly. Oh, how lovely she looked, all disheveled like that! Her long black hair covering her face and the metal collar around her neck formed the ideal frame for her pretty face. Her perky breasts still showed the marks of his hands, and her ass and thighs were a mass of angry red lines. She was lying on her side to relieve her bottom from the floor, allowing him to see her inflamed ass and pussy. He craved to torture her again, especially when she saw him watching her and looked at him. The dark desire in her large, blue eyes was visible. With a heavy heart, he left her. The round door to the shelter closed heavily, sealing her within until his return.
Caged and trembling, Natasha had a sense of dread as she observed Gabriel peering through the metal bars. Her heart raced with fear that he intended to start another round of torture and abuse right away. The expression on his face hinted at this, but then puzzlingly he retraced his steps and descended a ladder at the end of the chamber, exiting through a hatch in the roof. The sudden gust of sunlight made her yearn to weep, but her exhaustion rendered her paralyzed. Tortured and violated to her core, she no longer needed to be enclosed, chained or held by a collar. Gabriel: a grim reflection of darkness. She shivered again, and allowed herself to succumb to sleep as his gaze was no longer trained on her.
Gabriel awakened her the following morning and she felt foggy and incoherent. The absence of feeding was eroding her health rapidly, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she perished from starvation. In his inimitable, commanding manner, he declared, "You will eat today." Not comprehending his plan, she smelled the scrumptious food he was dealing with and felt a stirring in her stomach - one she could not stomach. To excrete was shameful enough, but the thought of his supervision during a bowel movement was unimaginably mortifying. Natasha had decided that she wouldn't eat in his presence.
Noticing her thoughts, Gabriel sauntered to the cage and assessed her jittery face, accurately deducing her tactic. He had decades of experience in coercing people into submission, having dealt with physical specimens larger and stronger than her. Liking to think she was a romantic rebel, he perceived his task as a mere challenge.
Anticipating her defiance, Natasha gritted her teeth as she observed Gabriel exit to the kitchen. She was amazed that he hadn't pressed the bowl of soup upon her. Her stomach growled relentlessly, but upon witnessing Gabriel's next action she felt an odd sensation intertwined with fear. In his hand was a hose. She anxiously tried to defend against him, digiting her fingers into the metal, but his strength overpowered her. Unyielding, he wrestled her from her cage and into his powerful embrace.
"You're not leaving me locked up the whole time you're here," Natasha bit out. She expected him to react with insults or slaps, yet he unexpectedly took the chain and jerked her towards him.
Natasha's fingers managed to stave off his initial advance, but her muscles protested ragingly. Merely scoffing, Gabriel braced his legs against the cage's sides and yanked at the chain with incredible force. One by one, her fingers surrendered grip. He hauled her from the confines of her prison, and held her curled in his arms.
"Stupid girl," he chided, striking her with the back of his hand across her face. Her eyes burned with anger at the notion that she couldn't resist.
Unsettled by his expended efforts, he kicked her in the backs of her legs, causing her legs to instantly buckle before him. Dragging her by the chain, he bounded towards a specific chair in a distant corner that was padded with thick leather straps. Before she managed to strike him back, he forced her into the chair and fastened her wrists tightly. Breaking her frenzied kicking motion, he strapped her ankles across her thighs. He strapped her legs securely to the chair's base. He imposed a firm slap when done. Then, he pushed her head back onto the cushioned cushion with calculated movements.
Sweat drenched Natasha's forehead as she felt a strap tighten across it. She knew she had lost the game when he forced her mouth open and inserted a funnel between her teeth. The urge to spit it out was strong, but he held it in place and slid a tube down her throat. The rubber material irked her, causing her to gag, but he continued undeterred. Soon, the entire tube was down her throat, reaching her stomach. She felt more vulnerable than when chained to the stretching table. Never before had he violated her mouth.
He smirked at her with cold, piercing eyes and opened her mouth even wider, pushing the funnel down her throat. She heard the cruel chuckle of her captor as he began to pour food into her. She tried to avoid looking by closing her eyes, but the sound of his laughter echoed in her ears.
The mind of a dominator is a creative one. Gabriel, feeling victorious, decided to leave Natasha bound to his favorite chair. There were countless ways he could torture her in this position, and once he finished force-feeding her, he set about gathering his tools. After arranging them, he turned back to Natasha and added another restraint across her chest, making her completely helpless.
"You should bite down on this," he instructed, presenting a piece of leather for her to hold. Knowing it was for her own good, she complied, biting down as hard as she could. Strapped to the chair, she couldn't see the portable table holding his instruments, but heard the wheels move towards her.
"This might hurt, but you shouldn't worry. I've done it many times before," he reassured her, lifting the knife to her chest. She tried to pull away, but the straps held her in place. As he sliced into her breast, she let out ear-splitting screams. Despite his assurances that it was something he'd done multiple times, she was only familiar with the physical and mental pain of being cut like this once. This was called scarification and involved cutting the top layer of skin to create a permanent marking. Gabriel's goal was to mark her with a symbol she would bear forever: the sign of an angel armed with a whip.
Natasha was in utter shock. This far surpassed anything he had done to her before. She struggled painfully for at least a half an hour, screaming and crying. As he carved his tree of life into her chest, she felt nauseous and dripping in sweat. Bloodied, she fell in and out of consciousness. He could have paused to give her a break, but her pain had no end. When she fainted, he admired her strength, impressed by her decision not to use the safe word.
After branding Natasha with his mark, Gabriel was too aroused to resist mating with her. He unstrapped her from the chair, laying her down on the wooden stretch table. Remembering the stainless steel dildo attached, he smirked and swiftly turned his attention to making love to her. Her pain had no significance anymore; it was merely a challenge for him. He thrust into her, maintaining eye contact to admire his handiwork. Unexpectedly, she seemed even more aroused through her pain, drawing him in. Sensing her excitement, he increased his tempo to rouse her to screams.
Natasha felt trembling all over her as Gabriel violently thrust into her. The unpleasant sting on her breasts couldn't distract her from the pain. At first, she moaned, but when he made her face him to see what he'd done, she screamed. Seeing the blood on her chest, she thought she'd been disfigured. Fighting to strike back, Gabriel held down her wrists effortlessly. Without stopping, he continued thrusting and thrusting forcefully. Natasha's legs quivered and involuntarily jerked with each deep entry. Despite experiencing intense sex before, she began to feel aroused and her insides squeezed him with every stroke. The rough wood scratching against her bottom intensified the burning pain in her welts.
As her emotions fell into disarray, Natasha's agony transformed into a dark arousal. Gabriel savored her anguish cruelly, never once slowing down. Four half-hour sessions of nonstop sex later, he reached his first climax, but his appetite for humiliating Natasha remained unsatisfied. He lifted her off the table and placed her on the floor, then sat on her head. He opened her mouth with one hand and probed inside with his finger, making her throat clear. Next, he grasped her jaw with his other hand and spread it open. Sitting with one hand gripping her chin, he inserted the tip of his erection into her mouth. Starting with gentle thrusts, he gradually increased his speed, feeling delight in her choking.
When Gabriel began face-fucking her, Natasha began to object with a weak sound. He held her chin with one hand, forcing her mouth open. With her head pressed down on the floor, she attempted to push him off with her arms. He paused his movements to issue her a command...
"Stop struggling, or I'll hurt you badly."
Complying beyond her discomfort, she surrendered her arms to either side. She understood his warning, and the thought of his cruelty triggered fear. Mentally, she prayed for mercy and mourned her inability to fight him. Motionless beneath him, she accepted his demands, gasping for air.
As Gabriel's thrusts deepened, he prolonged her choking until the next chance to inhale. With growing desperation, Natasha's pleading eyes met his as she wished for mercy. When he pulled his cock out of her throat to breathe, she instinctively inhaled. He followed this with a more determined, prolonged thrust and choked her, holding her at the base of his cock. Gasping for air, her eyes begged for release.
By the time Gabriel reached a second climax inside her mouth, he'd choked her many times. He'd push in and out for half an hour, enjoying her choked breathing and frothing mouth. Natasha struggled, but Gabriel was adamant in satisfying his urges.
"Swallow it," he commanded when she wanted to gulp for air. Surprising him with her quick obedience and lack of resistance, he continued ejaculating forcefully and repeatedly. He felt exhilaration when her hair was coated with his semen. Thankful, he watched her choke on his sperm, wondering how her desperate gulping would taste. Delighted by her exhausted submission, he allowed her to gag herself on his cock. Finally, he pulled his hand away from her mouth, letting her gasp for air as the rest of his sperm escaped. Her body trembled and sighed, yet she still did not move. Gabriel was impressed with her endurance.
"Good job there, little lady," he remarked, gathering a small quantity that had oozed out and pushing it back toward her lips. It was a known fact that semen contained protein and she'd displayed a remarkable stubbornness toward consuming it. No one could argue that he wasn't being attentive to her needs, he believed, and he chuckled.
Forcing back the semen trickling down her throat, Natasha found nothing amusing. Her jaw throbbed, as did her throat and the roof of her mouth where his penis had rubbed her. With her head in the thick of the action, there wasn't a speck of her that didn't feel abused. While some sections were worse than others, she knew she was in for a sleepless, painful rest. She remained on her back when he left her and didn't stir when he went. Soon, she heard the click of a camera. Turning her head in its direction, she gazed at the source and as her eyelids uncrossed, her vision was momentarily blinded by a flash.
"Stunning," Gabriel said, pulling a Polaroid out. "Simply stunning."
Prior to re-incarcerating her, he spent some time tidying her up. Using a pail of hot, aromatic water, he wiped her body right on the floor. When he flipped her onto her side and started to wipe between her legs, she purred like a kitten, softly and drawn-out.
"I know, sweetheart," he said, brushing his fingers over the cuts on her behind. "I know."
It was bewildering to her how caring he was and how fastidious he was in looking after her. As he tended to the injuries on her torso, she sighed with affection and didn't glance up at his face. Were she to glance up, she would've noticed the hunger in his eyes and the predatory air: even as he tended to his guest's needs, Gabriel was contemplating how to inflict more anguish on her once she'd recovered. His hunger for doing so was insatiable, as his past victims could verify.
Huddled on the floor of the cage a short while later, Natasha had absolutely no idea what she was in store for.