[Erotica] Slut in the Attic

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Content Warning: Kidnap, Captive Woman, Non-Consent, Humiliation, Degradation. Please do not read if you think any of these things might be triggering for you x


He doesn’t lock the door. He used to lock it religiously. The realisation that he knows he no longer needs to lock me in fills me with shame.

Shame makes my cunt ache with need.

Rope is used to bind me, but it is a loose tie. I can use my toilet, and move around my surroundings, but I would not be able to walk with any efficiency, and I certainly would not be able to run. More importantly though the amount of movement I have means I can reach my cunt, I move my fingers there and find it is still swollen from use, and his ejaculate drips from me, sticky and warm.

He didn’t let me come with him today. But he doesn’t care what I do once he’s left. If I touch myself he will make me confess how and why on his next visit, and the more I’ve done the better it is for him. He will use my actions and my thoughts to create more shame, more need, more dependency and more fear.

The fear has changed now. I used to fear him. I feared what he might do to me, what he might be capable off. Now I fear that he might not return one day. I fear that one day he might stop using me, to be cast aside is now my ultimate fear. I never want to leave this place, my place, to some it may be a hovel, to me it has become my home.

Those thoughts of him cause my cunt to clench tighter, as if to summon my fingers into action; it is a summons I respond to with eagerness.

I moan loudly as I push past my labia and delve into my depraved wet hole. Even when he is gone I remind myself of how perverse I am, of how I love to be degraded and humiliated. He has reduced me to nothing, I am just a lump of pulsating flesh that desires nothing more than to be fucked, whenever he sees fit to use me for my purpose.

I come hard as I think of his weight on top of me, his hands pinning me down, his dick thrusting relentlessly as he reminds me of what a dirty slut I am, of how easy it was for him to remove me from my life, and keep me here, wet and willing, even when I was not here through choice.

Now he knows though. He didn’t lock the door. So he knows. The truth is that I used to thinking about leaving, well escaping as it were. Then I just stopped. I’m warm, I’m fed and I’m useful, I don’t know that I really want much more from life. Of course I miss some small things about my previous life, mainly books and fresh air, but I just keep thinking that maybe if I’m good he’ll let me have some little things like that one day.

And I am good. I’m so good for him. He tells me so sometimes, when he forgets himself. When he’s come real good, and he’s revelled in my body for longer than usually, then in those moments he forgets himself, and he lets his guard down, he brushes my hair softly from my face and he’ll murmur ‘good girl’ against my ear.

I don’t think he likes those moments as much as me though, because the visits after the good girl days, always involves me recounting how he brought me here. How he saw me, wanted me and took me. I used to cry as I remembered the gag, the loss of vision from hood, the ropes that bound me, the force with which he manhandled me, first into his car, then into ‘my place’. As I cried, he fucked, hard. The pleasure he gained from hearing me recount just how despicable he was, made him harder than I ever imagined possible.

I don’t cry when I tell him now, unless a dripping wet cunt counts as crying. Now I tell him through gasps and moans of pleasure, as I relive those moments and reflect on the life they’ve led me to. He still gets just as hard though, and he still fucks me as I remind him of how wrong it was to take me, how if anyone ever found me he’d be in big trouble. They won’t find me though, as least I hope they don’t, I’d probably lie anyway and say I came here by choice. I can’t leave him now, he needs me. He needs my cunt, warm, wet and desperate. He needs some who isn’t scared of his wickedness, and I’m not scared of that any more.

I must have been daydreaming about him for a long time, because the door handle clicks signalling his return.

‘Time for lunch slut.’

I look up to see he is already hard and free from his trousers, he stands in front of me and I get on my knees, ready to eat. His dick fills my mouth, and my cunt spasms. Fuck I want to come again. He fucks my mouth, hard and deep. I gag, I drool and moan with the aching fucking need to have more of him. I want to grab his arse and pull him further into my face, I want to ride a dildo while I’m sucking his dick, I want to come while he comes, I want more, more, more, more.

He slaps my face.

‘Dirty fucking slut.’

I come again. The pain from the slap and the words from his mouth are too much for my cunt to handle. He laughs, it’s a deep and terrible laugh and it makes me suck his dick harder. I feel his hands tighten in my hair, and I know he is going to come, when he does, he lets out a long and guttural moan. A sign that he was listening in on me, I always know when he’s been getting worked up by my antics.

He pulls away, leaving my mouth empty and bereft. He pushes a tray of actual lunch towards me, combined with a warning that I should eat up because I’ll need my energy for later. I smile, knowing this is a promise of another return.

‘Stupid slut,’ he says as he leaves the room, but I can see he is smiling too. I pleased him today, I am good girl, he didn’t say it, but I know. Just as he knows I am no longer his captive, but his willing eager cunt.


attic-by-Teachers-Have-Sex.pngThis piece of erotica was inspired by this weeks Masturbation Monday’s prompt photo (left) which is originally by Jo whose blog is Teachers Have Sex. I thought it was glorious when it popped up one Sinful Sunday and I still love it now. I can’t wait to see what other debauched tales it inspires for this weeks Masturbation Monday and you should definitely go and check the other entries out too.

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19 thoughts on “[Erotica] Slut in the Attic”

  1. This is very taboo Floss, but you have made the depravity and desperation very hot. I know some will not be able to read this, but I found it delicious in all its wickedness.

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    1. Yes I think this marks my most taboo post ever. I debated giving it a ‘softer’ ending, where it all turns out to be roleplay, buuuut I like it this way, I think I am in the minority though, so I am very grateful for your comment Posy xxx

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    1. Oh bless you! Thank you for the enthusiasm! I loved writing this, BUT I knew it would receive a cooler reception than my normal stuff. So comments like this are great, it’s good to know I’m not alone in how I feel about it 🙂

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  2. This is frightfully hot.

    I know this isn’t for everyone but man, do I appreciate a piece that makes me feel all of the things simultaneously, confusing the conventional pathways that the energy usually moves from my mind to my body and back again.

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    1. Thank you Jayne 🙂 for both reading and commenting. Definitely not for everyone, but I’m mighty grateful to those people who are reading anyway or reading and loving it 🙂 x

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    1. Thank you Kayla. I definitely had to remove myself from the reality of it to get to where I did with it. I’m glad I did though as it was a great way to flex the creative muscles 🙂

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  3. I LOVE this. I am really glad you didn’t soften the ending. The whole thing is disturbing and raw and also hot as fuck. It has taken me a long time to be comfortable saying something like that in response to a story like this but I know that finding this hot does not mean I want it to actually happen to me or to anyone but the fantasy of it, well that is why humans have always told stories to one another so that we explore the darkness in our minds without having to actually keep someone in the attic.

    Mollyx

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  4. This is so dark! I loved every word and found her plight so arousing, even though my head was telling me I shouldn’t. My heart truly lies in this kind of danger steeped fantasy, I love it ❤

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