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 'Finally, we can be together' Villain x The Distresser

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Coin operated Villain, May 11, 2018.

  1. Coin operated Villain

    Coin operated Villain Member Member

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    Every time Patrick spoke or did something, it just reminded Ice how deranged he really was. He seriously thought that she'd eventually be okay with this? That they could be happy and live life as if this night never happened? He seriously was crazier than she thought he was. In that moment she vowed to herself that she would never sleep next to or with him. As he picked up her body, he did it as if she weighed nothing to him, easily moving her to the cot on the floor as he pulled away the collar and the tape from her ankles.

    Able to move her legs a little more now, she shifted a bit on the cot, even more as he rested her head against the pillow. At least the things he brought were clean. While Patrick stroked her face, Ice whined and looked away from him as her body shuddered to his touch. Grey eyes glanced to the red button on the wall and she hoped she didn't need to ever press it. She didn't want him close to her. Again he kissed her head and pulled away as Ice noticed something in the corner of the room. A camera! Ice didn't think she'd be getting out anytime soon and the thought made her shut her eyes as she curled up on the small cot, whimpering and sniffling to her fate.
     
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  2. The Distresser

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    The next morning
    7:12 a.m.

    Patrick was exhausted but his adrenaline wouldn't let him sleep right away. It was hard, with the girl of his dreams in the basement.

    So after lying down, restless, for 20 minutes, Patrick got up and grabbed his smartphone. He opened the CC camera, which was equipped with a night vision option, which he turned on.

    He smiled. There was his future wife, and she appeared to be asleep. She looked like an angel, even with half her face covered in silver tape.

    Patrick watched her sleep for about five minutes and then he started feeling drowsy. Before he knew it, the phone fell to the floor, startling him awake. Smiling softly and satisfied, he turned the camera feature off and fell asleep for good.

    At 7:12, Patrick woke up to pee.

    He started the coffee and got out eggs, bacon and bread for breakfast.

    Excited, he hurried downstairs. Ice was stirring.

    He gently nudged her. "Wake up, sleepy head."

    Patrick unlocked her ankle cuff. He kept her hands taped behind her. "Good morning! Did you sleep OK?

    As usual she couldn't reply beyond nonsensical grunting.

    "Good news. I think I'm going to try you without a gag. But you must promise not to yell. OK? If you yell I'll gag you again. Understand?"
     
  3. Coin operated Villain

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    Once he had left and the light had turned off, Ice was left alone to her own thoughts. Sitting there in the dark she realized that she couldn’t sleep. Laying on her side was the only way she got a bit of relief as she laid there on the small and thin cot. At least he had a blanket and pillow, was alls he could think about for a while because all her other thoughts were too dark minded. Soon she fell asleep bit it didn’t last long. Ice tossed and turned all night, shifting from one side to the other before she managed to actually fall asleep for a decent while. But the sound of the door and footsteps woke her up.

    A bright light covered the room as she blinked back her tired eyes a bit. Ice looked like hell. Glancing up at him she saw food. Her stomach rumbled and she realized how hungry she actually was. Patrick unlocked her ankles, leaving her only gagged and bound by the wrists. At the mention of how she slept, Ice rolled her eyes before struggling to sit up against the cot. As he helped her sit up a bit, she was surprised that he would be taking the tape off. For a moment she thought Patrick was lying, that he was just teasing her to cause her more torment but instead she found herself nodding in response.
     
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  4. The Distresser

    The Distresser Well-Known Member Member

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    The ungagging of Ice was a process.

    Patrick first had to slowly unwind the several layers of tape from around her pretty head. That took awhile because a lot of it was stuck to her hair.

    Then, he had to unwedge and withdraw the large, sodden wad of cheesecloth from her oral cavity. That wasn't as easy as it looked, because Ice's jaw was distended from being stopped open for so long. Therefore, it was difficult for the girl to crank her mouth open any further, which was necessary in order for Patrick to pluck the cloth wad out.

    When her mouth was finally free after being gagged for well over five hours, Patrick immediately clamped his hand over her lips.

    "Remember. No yelling. Nod if you understand."

    Satisfied, Patrick slowly removed his hand, as if he was trying to defuse a bomb. He was that careful, ready to reclamp the moment he felt she was about to yell.

    But she didn't.

    "You want breakfast? I'm pretty good in the kitchen, love. I hope you enjoy it."

    Patrick brought over a tray, like you see at cafeterias. On it was a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.

    "If you promise to behave I will free your hands. But I'll make up for it by chaining your ankle again. OK?"
     
  5. Coin operated Villain

    Coin operated Villain Member Member

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    The process of getting the tape unstuck from her hair and from her face was a nightmare. The pain made her body tremble as she grunted through out the task. Eventually it was gone, leaving the skin under sticky and red from all of the pulling. Once the tape was all gone it was time to pull the cheesecloth from her mouth, causing more of a nightmare than the tape. A sharp pain pushed through her jaw as if she had just spent the last few hours chewing a giant wad of gum. Ice whimpered as she tried to be of a help but it was hard through the pain.

    Finally the cloth was fished out with his fingers, the poor captive woman gagging on it as it was pulled from her lips. A large pool of saliva dripped from her lips and tongue, falling over her breasts as her grey eyes looked up at him. Before she could do anything, Patrick's hand covered her sore lips and explained that she was not to yell. Ice nodded and his hand was pulled away slowly just like the tape.

    The satisfaction to be able to close her mouth was so real that she felt that she could almost cry. Closing her eyes for a moment she only opened them when her captor spoke of food. Ice hadn't eaten since 11pm the previous night, so to say she was hungry was an understatement. "..my jaw hurts.." The first words she spoke out loud graced her lips in a hoarse whisper, looking up at the deranged man before her.

    Thoughts crossed her mind if she'd rather be handcuffed or not still. But with her legs unchained she could run away, maybe. Biting into her lip in thought for a moment she sighed and nodded. "okay.." She breathed quietly in support of him chaining back up her legs to free her arms.
     
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  6. The Distresser

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    Patrick nodded. He was careful, though. He reattached the ankle cuff before he freed her hands. At no time was she to be totally free. Not yet.

    After she was re-chained, he served her the breakfast, placing the plate on a folding tray that he pulled from the corner. "Eat. Before it gets cold. Don't talk. Eat. If you talk, I take the food away and put a gag in your mouth again. Understand? Just nod. Don't speak."

    His instructions were stern but they were said in an even, almost nonchalant tone. It was just the way it was and there would be no discussion about it.

    Patrick ate along with her, though he stood and held his plate, watching her closely.

    "When you're done eating, stomp your feet on the floor."

    They ate in silence, as he desired.

    Patrick shamelessly ogled Ice. She was gorgeous, despite her hair being mussed, her makeup mostly gone and her lipstick totally gone. Despite the redness in her eyes from the tears. She still looked lovely. Her legs were so shapely, her feet so delicate and cute. She had gorgeous hands. She was simply beautiful.

    And she was all his.

    Patrick waited for her to stomp her feet, then he took the plate away and placed it on the card table.

    "Big day today," he said. He grabbed a fresh sheet of cheesecloth and used the scissors on his penknife to cut a large square off.

    "I'm going to go shopping. I should have gotten groceries before I brought you here. I apologize. I guess sometimes I get a little disorganized. Typical male, right?"

    He chuckled and was talking to her as if this was totally normal. But it wasn't normal, as evidenced by Patrick creating another cheesecloth wad.

    "Open your mouth."

    He held the wad in front of her face. It was about the size of a tennis ball.

    "Open, Ice. Nice and wide. Say 'ahhhhhh.'"
     
  7. Coin operated Villain

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    The captive woman simply nodded as he said to do so as she rubbed at her sore wrists from the cuffs. It felt so nice to have her arms be able to be in front of her again, instead of bent behind her body. All of her felt so sore and even though she was afraid to eat the food, she did anyways. Ice took little bites, savoring the decently cooked meal as best as she could with her sore jaw. They both were quiet during breakfast, no one speaking at all and Ice keeping her grey eyes facing forward as she knew if she looked up she’d see his ugly mug before her. She could feel it, his stare, burning into her as she tried not to tremble at the thought.

    Soon once done she stomped her soft but dirty feet onto the floor, the chain rattling as she did so. Patrick took away the tray and plate, leaving her alone for a second as she looked around the room before facing back away from him. She would do everything she could to not have to look at him. In her mind she just kept repeating that it was a dream, that she’d wake up soon. Suddenly his voice filled the room, making Ice jump for a second as she listened. The sound of scissors made her turn a bit to see him fiddling with more cheese cloth, the act making her whine a bit as she shook her head as he got closer. “Please.. not again.. it makes my face hurt..” Ice spoke quietly, trying not to open her mouth much so he couldn’t have the chance to force it into hers lips. “N-no.”
     
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  8. The Distresser

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    "Open. Your. Mouth. Say 'aaaaahhh.' DO IT."

    It was the first time that Patrick lost his cool and his calm, almost smug demeanor. He wanted the girl gagged properly, which meant her mouth would need to be packed full.

    She finally opened and Patrick wedged the large wad inside her mouth, working it past her teeth with his fingers. "Close. As much as you can."

    Next, he didn't use tape. From the box he produced a wide black, elastic band, four inches wide. It looked so small when he showed it to her. Yet he managed to expand it enough with his strong hands and lowered it over her head. He positioned it over her mouth and let go of it. The band adhered to her face like a second skin. Her cheeks bulged over it.

    You couldn't possibly gag a girl any better than this. Ice's mouth was packed and the elastic band had molded itself over her face and mouth, firmly locking her jaws in place.

    "Scream, my dear. As loud as you can."

    Patrick watched her. He wanted to make sure that the gag was as effective in silencing her big mouth as much as he theorized. He got the idea online.

    After the gagging, Patrick locked a cuff on her left wrist, attaching the accompanying chain to the hook in the floor. He repeated with the right wrist.

    Next, he looked down at her bare feet. "Tsk, tsk. Dirty. No worries. I'll wash them for you, hon. Part of me being a good husband is to tend to you, right? Your feet are lovely. But they're dirty."

    With that, Patrick left and returned a minute or two later toting a large bucket and a sponge. Inside the bucket was warm, soapy water.

    Patrick knelt at her feet and began to lovingly wash them, taking his time. He used the opportunity to also gently caress and hold her bare feet in his big hands. He even lowered his head and kissed the soapy feet.

    "Such pretty feet, Ice. I never really noticed them in the bar. But they're lovely."

    He kissed them again and looked up at her, smiling. "You make me so happy. I hope I can make you just as happy."
     
  9. Coin operated Villain

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    The idea of holding strong stuck in Ice's head as she shook her head as Patrick began to speak, but when his voice got loud with her, she became scared. Whimpering she opened her mouth just a little, causing him to force it open more as he shoved the cloth farther back than he did the first time. Ice gagged against his fingers and the cloth, tears watering up in her cloud grey eyes. The young woman was expecting the tape to be followed but instead he pulled out this black band. At first it looked way too small to fit around her face, but some how he made it fit.

    A crushing feeling filled her cheeks and jaw as the band constricted her facial movements while the cloth in it's position farther back didn't help either. Patrick dared her to scream, Ice making a small noise that was barely heard as she looked up at him. Soon her hands were locked again, though this time they were apart, leaving her on the cot as he commented on how dirty her feet had gotten. Ice didn't care about the cleanliness of her dainty feet, but Patrick seemed to. Quickly he left the cage and returned back with a bucket. At first Ice was worried about what he had in mind but the worry turned to confusion as he sat down and began to wash her feet.

    Little painted toes that once were grey were now back to their soft ivory color. A little wiggle ensued as he rubbed against the soles as Ice was a little ticklish. As he kissed her feet, she blushed and tried to pull herself away from him as she felt it was weird. But his hold on her dainty digit was stronger than her and didn't move much when she tried. 'Happy' the word floated around in her head as she shook her head, not thinking that was possible. She tried to speak but with the efficient gag, all that cold be heard was a quiet "Hm."
     
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