run for your life.

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The slightest of movements from Bailey encouraged Matt to continue. He used his right hand to spread her fold a little bit more for him. Even though her legs were spread for him, he wanted the clearest view of her pretty little pussy and clit imaginable. She was going to be so thankful for him as well.

Using the same hand, Matt moved one of his fingers to gently brush over her clit as he focused on her pussy. His tongue darted out as he slowly and teasingly licked it up and down. Going at the slowest speed he possibly could. He wanted to hear her beg for him to go faster, for her to want him inside of her, for him to rock her world and show her things and feel things that she had never felt before.

"Who's a good little whore." Matt murmured against Bailey's slits. Enjoying the feel of her near his mouth. Leaning forward slightly, he started to suck on her, wanting to take in any sort of juices that she might be producing for him to enjoy. Her taste has to be as sweet as her personality, and as soon as it touched his lips, he was right.

While he continued to pleasure Bailey with his lips, Matt used his hand that was on her leg to move towards her chest once more. Making sure that her cute little nipples were nice and tense for him.

Bailey hater that her body was responding to what Matt was doing to her but she had settled on this being better than anything else. At least he wasn’t beating her or electrocuting her or... A whimpered moan distracted her as Matt’s tinguencontinued to tease her clit. she squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her hips upward as she tried to angle them. Tried to push herself closer to Matt’s fingers.

“Please,” Bailey whined, pouring slightly as she moaned. “P-Please. More,” Bailey started to beg, hating the words even as they came out of her mouth but she couldn’t shake the growing desire in the pit of her stomach.

“J-Just... uhnn,” Bailey moaned, her eyes widening as she felt a finger press against her entrance. “Yes. Please!” Bailey whimpered as the sensation left, lifting her head long enough to look at him. “Damnit. If you’re going to do this, just fuck me already!” Bailey snapped finally, her frustration peaking at the little smirk on Matt’s face.

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A scowl appeared on Matt's face at the little outburst that came from Bailey. He didn't like disobedience and she was walking a thin line with those words that she used. So, raising up Matt made sure that she got a good look at the anger that was apparent all over his face.

"Are you sure you want to use that fucking language with me?" Matt asked, his tone showing that he was not happy in the least bit at the situation that was going on at the moment. Reaching over towards the machine, he turned it on, all the way to the third button. It was not half way and he knew that she'd be begging for his help. That she was sorry for talking back to him with such horrid words that a woman should never speak. Especially towards a man.

Standing up from the bed, Matt grabbed his clothing and started to get dressed. His back towards Bailey who was busy with the electric machine. "Fucking bitch. You need to be punished." He murmured, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut. He was going to leave the machine on for at least ten minutes so that she became nice and exhausted for him.

Once fifteen minutes had passed. Matt walked back down into the basement, and straight towards Bailey's cell. He whistled his usual tone as he walked towards the bed. "How do you feel?" He asked, wondering if she was able to speak at all. "Want me to turn it off?" He asked, curious as he teasingly touched the machine. Then, finally turning it off after a few more moments of watching her.

Bailey had been so sure that he would take her words to heart. It was obvious as day to her that Matt wanted to fuck her. That was why she was here. That was the whole reason he had kidnapped her in the first place. She hadn’t thought he would be angry at her little outburst so she had no time at all to react as Matt reached toward the machine.

She cried out, her back arching as the electricity surged through her. Tears immediately welled in her eyes as her body would relax and tense over and over, her lips parted as she watched Matt disappear. Her eyes were wide; little cries falling from her lips. She twisted and turned, desperately wanting to reach out and just turn off the machine but she couldn’t seem to be able to stop her body from convulsing long enough to move.

By the time Matt reappeared, tears had streaked down her cheeks and she was panting. A thin layer of sweat had formed on her body as she convulsed, her eyes finding Matt’s almost immediately. Her cries were louder now, whimpering when she couldn’t get enough breathe to cry out. She could only nod haphazardly at his question.

Bailey curled into a fetal position, her chest heaving with the effort of each breathe she took even after Matt had turned off the machine. She was absolutely exhausted, wanting nothing more than to apologize. She was trying to form the words but each time that she opened her mouth to speak, Bailey would whimper as he body tended. Her muscles aches but they were twitching with the memory of the electricity she had just suffered.

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"Maybe next time you'll remember to not try and order me around, you stupid little cunt," Matt said as he watched Bailey's body react as he turned the machine off. The way her body still seemed to shake with the electrical shocks, how she seemed to be exhausted just from that short little shock session. She was weak, she was defenseless now, and Matt had her right where he wanted her.

Slowly, the tall male licked over his lips. His eyes darkening as he moved towards the cot once more and climbed on top of her. He was as hard as a rock and wanted nothing more than to make her panting increase until she was seeing nothing but dark spots from lack of oxygen.

Reaching forward, Matt placed a hand on each side of Bailey's head as he made her lay on her stomach. He was positioned between her legs, naked and could feel the tip of his penis brushing the soft skin of her ass.

"Now, who's a little whore?" Matt asked, demanding for her to answer him. His right hand slowly wrapped around her waist as he pulled her ass into the air. Then, he sat up on his knees and positioned himself at her entrance. "Say it loud and clear," Matt demanded as he pulled back a little bit and then slammed into her as hard as he could. Not caring if she was ready for him or not.

A loud groan escaped from Matt as he closed his eyes and threw his head back. Enjoying the feeling of her tight walls surrounding him. Then, he slowly pulled out and pushed back in at the same rough pace as before.

"I-I'm.. I'm sorry," Bailey croaked, shrinking in on herself as Matt stalked toward her. She wanted to push herself away from him, she wanted nothing more than to hide away from him but there was nowhere for her to go. Nothing for her to cover up with. She let out a soft whine as Matt forced her onto her stomach, her breathe catching in the back of her throat as she felt his cock tease against her ass. No. Bailey had never done anything like that and she was sure that she wasn't ready for Matt to do it, she was sure he would make her regret just about everything she had ever done.

"Nonono. Not my ass," Bailey started to beg, shaking her head frantically as she set her hands on the cot, trying to push herself away from Matt. Before she could even speak again, Matt thrust into her. Bailey screamed, arching away from him as if it would do any good. She was exhausted, weak. There was no fighting that she could ever hope to do.

Bailey slumped against the mattress, opening sobbing as she tried helplessly to squirm out of his grip. "S-Sto-" Bailey couldn't even get one word out. She dropped her head forward, tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes. She had been so turned on half an hour ago that she had been ready to beg him to touch her and yet, here she was wanting nothing more than for Matt to stop fucking her. She twisted and turned, eventually settling into an uncomfortable position, half twisted onto her stomach and back with Matt's body pinning her in place.

"F-Fuck," Bailey whimpered, feeling like she was being split in half.

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An annoyed growl escaped from Matt as Bailey struggled against him as he fucked her in the add. He kept his hold on her, not wanting her to escape his clutch. Leaning his head down, Matt rested his forehead against her back as he continued to fuck her unwilling body. A light layer of sweat appearing on his skin as he finally erupted inside of her ass. A loud moan escaping from him as he pulled her body up with him. Aiming his cock as far into her ass as he came, his hot cum squirting as far as it could go in her before he released her and pulled out of her.

"Damn, babe. That was good." Matt breathed out, raising his right arm and wiping away some sweat that was forming there. His dark eyes looked down at Bailey's sore body, admiring the stress that she seemed to be in. Loving the feeling of pain that he knew that he had inflicted onto her pretty little body.

After catching his breath, Mat slowly got off of the cot and gathered his clothing. He cast a tired glance towards Bailey over his shoulder as he got dressed, a small smirk playing along with his lips. "I'll see you in the morning love." He told her, then headed towards the cell door.

Just as Matt steps through the door and locks it, he looked towards Bailey's form. "I'll see you in the morning love, get some rest. We can play some more after breakfast." He told her as he turned and headed up the stairs, leaving her in the dark as he turned the lights off on her.

In the morning, Matt whistled his usual tone as he moved about the Kitchen. Making himself some scrambled eggs and toast. While he prepared oatmeal for Bailey.

The noises that Matt kept making, they made Bailey's skin crawl. It made her sick to her stomach and she swore that she would be sick if it wasn't for the cries that she kept letting out. Her entire body tensed as Matt slammed into her, her lips parting in a breathless scream. Her eyes were wide open but they didn't see a single damn thing. She only started to breathe again when Matt had moved away from her, whimpering as she pulled her knees to her chest after rolling onto her side. The movement pulled at her muscles, the ones sore from the electricity and the ones sore from Matt raping her ass.

Bailey flinched at Matt's words, not so much as blinking in recognition that he had spoken. SHe hated that he kept calling her love, making it seem like they were something more than anything that they were. It wasn't long after Matt left her alone that her body gave in and she fell into a deep sleep.

Even as Matt started breakfast in the morning, Bailey's body was fast asleep. SHe only started to stir when Matt opened the basement door. Her head shot up, her eyes searching tiredly for the source of her pain. Bailey eyed the bowl in his hands, pushing herself against the wall the cot was pressed against. She wanted no part in whatever he had to give her, sure that he wouldn't give it to her just to be kind.

Bailey's arms were wrapped tightly around her torso, her knees pulled to her chest as she tried to make herself as small as possible. "P-Please.. I.. I'm not hungry," Bailey croaked, clamping her eyes shut as she shook her head. She just wanted him to leave her alone, she had no desire to eat. The only thing she wanted was for him to leave her alone.

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A snort escaped from Matt as he entered Bailey's cell the next morning. "You talk like I fucking care." He commented as he set the bowl on the cot next to her. His arms crossed over his chest as he eyed her curled up form for a few moments before growing annoyed at the little situation that had developed between them.

"The the fucking oatmeal or I will pour the shit down your throat myself." He told her, not wanting to play around with this. She needed some form of energy for the day. Last night Matt had forgotten to feed her so he added in some vanilla protein powder to make sure that she was full from the light mean that she was eating.

"Eat every last fucking drop." He ordered, not letting Bailey miss out on any of the extra calories that the oatmeal could provide for her. "Try to not make a mess in the process, I'm sure you're not going to want to lick that shit off of this floor. I don't remember the last time I washed it." Or if he ever washed the floor down here. The basement was where he kept all of his new pets, once they learned to behave, Matt would slowly move them upstairs before allowing them to roam the sound for a while.

Bailey gulped at Matt's words, not understanding why he was so intent on her eating. He had just electrocuted her, raped her.. and now he was concerned with her eating? She wanted to laugh but she had a feeling that if she did, that Matt would only end up making her regret it. She turned toward the oatmeal, eyeing it warily as Matt continued to demand her to eat. It was so strange to her but she didn't dare continue to question him.

Shifting slightly, Bailey reached out for the bowl. She lifted it up, frowning slightly when she realized there was no spoon for her to eat with. She opened her mouth, almost as if she wanted to ask for one before simply lifting the bowl to her mouth. She did her best to slurp the oatmeal out of the bowl, wiping at her chin whenever some of it escaped over the edge of the bowl.

Bailey held the empty bowl in her hands, staring down into it as if she could just escape through it. She shifted on the cot, wincing. The mattress wasn't exactly comfortable. She was cold and sore from the night before which didn't make it any better for her. "C-Can I.. have a blanket maybe?" She didn't know if asking would end up angering Matt but she hoped that he might be a bit more willing to give her one since she'd eaten the oatmeal and had managed to not even make a mess.

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A look of satisfaction filled Matt's eyes as he watched Bailey drink up the oatmeal that he had prepared for her. His head nodding ever so slightly in satisfaction as he silently stood and watched her slurp up the food he made her. Never in a million years, would Matt eat oatmeal plain like she was, he always had nuts or fruit in it, so. Watching her eat the extremely plain food amused him.

"You already wasted your one request for the week. Suffer through it, you're a big girl." Matt commented as he reached forward and grabbed the bowl from her grasp and headed out of her cell.

Matt had quickly brought the bowl to the kitchen to wash later before returning to Bailey. "Come." He instructed as he held the door to her cell open. Motioning with his head that he wanted her to leave the cell he had thrown her in.

Then, once she was out of the cell, He grabbed her arm and started to pull her towards the stairs. Not caring to slow down for her injured leg or if she was able to keep up with him. "You need to bath, you smell like shit because of the basement." He told her as he shoved her into the bathroom, leaning against the door frame as he waited to watch her strip. Wanting to enjoy the show that she was going to present him with.

Bailey's entire demeanor fell when Matt denied her request. She chewed on her bottom lip, wanting to argue with him but she couldn't shake the feeling of how horrible that would be. She knew that Matt would lash out at her if she tried to reason with him. He'd been so mad the night before that he left her alone with electricity running through her for what had felt like forever, she didn't think she was ready for something like that again.

When Matt left her alone in the basement, she eyed her unlocked cell and for the shortest of seconds, Bailey thought about making a run for it. As soon as the thought was there, it was gone because she knew her leg would never get her far enough to be considered safe. She hung her head, tensing as Matt's footsteps could be heard again.

Bailey jolted, her shoulders tensing when Matt said 'come'. She hesitated, it seemed like it was nothing more than a trick to her. She took a deep breathe, slowly rising to her feet. Bailey didn't look up, limping toward Matt. Her heart was pounding as he grabbed her arm, fear shooting through her. She bit down on the inside of her lip as she was dragged forward, tears welling in her eyes from the pain in her leg. Each time she took a step, a spasm of pain shot through her leg.

Matt's words set a shiver down her spine. She'd managed to collect her bra and panties the night before, after Matt had left her alone. She didn't want to strip in front of him and she opened her mouth for just a moment to ask for safety. "Can I-" the request fell silent because Bailey realized where that would get her. Her stomach twisted into a firm knot as she reached behind her back, unclipping her bra and allowing it to drop to the floor. Bailey faced the shower, not daring to look back at Matt. She didn't want to see how he was looking at her, she didn't want to know the desire on his face.

Pushing her panties down her thighs, Bailey knet down so that she wouldn't be bent over and displaying herself to Matt. She stepped forward, turning on the water. She hesitated a moment to allow it to warm before she climbed inside, pushing the curtain closed - she hoped it would be enough to get Matt to leave her alone but she doubted it.

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As Bailey started to strip for him, a small smirk started to appear on Matt's lips. She was being a good girl, he didn't even have to give her a little threat of being punished for not listening. Maybe, just maybe, that shock therapy was helping her learn to be a good girl. His good girl.

It seemed that as soon as something good happens, it turns bad. The smirk that was on Matt's lips slowly turned into a frown. The little slut had dared to close the curtain on him. Wanting to shield her beautiful body from him. The little idiot doesn't she already know that he's seen all of her already. All of her secret crevises were his to take and devour as he pleases.

"Fuckin A," Matt muttered, his scowl apparent on his lips as he stood up straight and marched towards Bailey. Matt pulled back the curtain and glared at the young woman who was washing up. "You don't get any fucking privacy unless I fucking say so! Got it." He seethed out as he reached his right hand out and wrapped it around her throat as he pushed her against the wall of the shower.

The water from the shower fell and hit Matt, but he didn't care. He was annoyed, he wanted her to listen to him and get it through her head that she belonged to him. She was no longer a free little girl who got privacy when she bathed anymore.

After Matt watched the girl panic for a few moments, he let her go and stepped back. Moving back towards the door wall and resting against it once more. "Make sure to get your leg, it looks disgusting." He said, then scowled at the sight of the bruise before looking back towards her beautiful face that he wouldn't mind looking at as he was sucked.

Bailey flinched when the curtain was yanked back, her eyes going wide as she moved to wrap her arms around her chest as if she was hiding something Matt hadn't seen before. She whimpered as Matt pushed her against the wall, her hands going to pull at his fingers weakly. She whimpered, trying to peel his fingers away from her throat. "P-Please. I-I-I'm sorry," Bailey croaked, staring him him wide eyed even as Matt backed away and leaned against the wall away from her.

Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest as Matt glared at her. She was frozen in place, only daring to turn and continue washing her body. Bailey knelt slightly, wincing as she tried to wash her leg off as carefully as possible. Her fingers brushed against the bruise a bit too hard and she couldn't help but to yelp, hanging her head as she let out a small sob

Bailey stood up once she was finished, stepping back long enough to turn the water off before she turned back to Matt. Her arms wrapped around her chest but she didn't dare so much as step out of the tub without Matt telling her to. Closing the curtain had made him angry, she didn't want to risk making it even worse. Swallowing around the lump that had formed in her throat, Bailey shifted slightly while trying to relieve the weight on her injured leg. It felt even worse than yesterday, somehow.

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Once Bailey turned towards Matt, his smirk slowly started to reappear upon his lips. He was proud of her for not just reaching out for a towel without asking. "Good little slut." Matt mused as he stayed in his spot, just allowing for his eyes to roam over her beautiful little body.

"Dry off." He finally murmured after a few moments, motioning for Bailey to grab the towel that was on the towel rack to her right. It was small, almost like a dish towel, but also a little bit bigger. The towel was soft, yet it had a dry feeling it as well, making it good to dry anyone off rather quickly.

As Bailey listened to his command, Matt reached into the drawer to his right and pulled out a tube of ointment for bruises and pain, he tossed it to her without saying a single word. His expression is unreadable as he waited for her to complete the task without him having to tell her about it.

"Good girl, rub it all in." He told her, smirking at the little innuendo that he had said. Wanting nothing more than to make her naked form uncomfortable.

Bailey wanted nothing more than to hide her body from Matt. SHe wished that there was something else she could use to hide behind - other than the shower curtain. Something that would keep her covered for good. That was all Bailey wanted. She never wanted to mess around with someone ever again; least of all Matt. But the only thing she was brave enough to use was her own arms because she was almost sure that Matt couldn't get mad at her over it.

She reached out for the towel, frowning slightly when she realized how small the towel was. Bailey's stomach twisted as she began to dry herself off, knowing full well that Matt was enjoying everything that she was doing. It made her sick to think that Matt was getting off, even if it wasn't in a sexual way, on Bailey doing something as simple as drying herself off.

Wincing as the tube of ointment was thrown at her, Bailey frowned as she knelt down to catch it. She looked down at the bottle, her eyes widening slightly as she read what it was for. Bailey's lips parted as she glanced up to Matt, fully intent on questioning him. "Ar-" Bailey cut the word off, shaking her head to clear her thoughts as she squeezed a bit of the ointment on her hand. She massaged it into her leg, grimacing as she tried to do it as gently as possible.

Bailey straightened up, clutching the towel in front of her while seeming to contemplate something. She lingered for a moment longer before she stepped out of the tub, her ankles touching the side of the tub. She didn't want to go further without Matt telling her what to do but it seemed sill yto just stay in the shower.

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Slowly, Matt's tongue licked over his lips. Taking in every movement that Bailey decided to make as she knelt in the tub to rub that ointment all over that damn leg of hers. The last thing he wanted was for her to get an infection and for him to have to cut it off. This was easier, and she will in time pay him back for it. She will kneel before him for taking care of her.

As Bailey started to step out of the tub, Matt gave a small nod of his head. Then, he pointed towards the counter. "Hands on the counter. Legs apart." He ordered her as he allowed for his eyes to once again trail up and down that damn gorgeous body of hers. Just looking at her made him as hard as a rock and he was pretty sure that she could see that as well.

Reaching down, Matt started to slowly rub himself through his pants. Waiting for Bailey to obey his command. His eyes were daring her to make a move and make him angry once more. To go against his orders and need to be punished for not listening. For being a bad girl.

Bailey's shoulders relaxed just slightly when Matt gave a nod of his head. It was the only way that she knew it was okay to step out of the shower and she had only seen the nod out of the corner of her eye. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought, knowing that she had no choice but to listen to Matt. To do everything he said or she'd end up beat if she angered Matt. If she so much as stepped a toe out of line, she was sure that Matt wouldn't hesitate to hurt her even worse than the night before.

She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, facing the counter. Her breathe hitched as she moved to set her hands on the corner, spreading her legs reluctantly. Bailey hung her head, drawing in a shaky breathe. She refused to look up, not wanting to see what her reactions would be when Matt started to touch her.

Or at least Bailey hoped that Matt.. Bailey's stomach turned at the thought. She had just realized she wanted Matt to fuck her instead of coming up with some sort of way to hurt her. THey were just in a normal bathroom so she didn't think Matt could really do much past spanking her but she also didn't want to find out.

A chill ran down her spine before she bit down on the inside of her lip before she started to lean forward. Matt hadn't told her to but she hoped it was harmless and that it would entice Matt to touch her instead of hurting her.

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Once Bailey had obeyed his command, Matt moved forward. Dropping his pants in the process as he stood behind her. His large frame towered over her smaller one, making it obvious how much power he could possess over her. How he could easily take her down if she so much as tried to step out of line.

Leaning forward, Matt placed his hands on either side of hers. His chest pressing against her bare back as he leaned forward ever so slightly. His breath gently tickling the crest of her ear. "Good girl." He murmured, then gently nibbled on the sensitive skin behind her ear.

Slowly, Matt reached between them and slid his hand up her right leg. His fingers gently teasing her folds as he peppered small kisses to the back of her neck. "Who's a dirty little girl? Hmm?" He mused against her skin, smirking ever so slightly as he could feel her getting wet. Her juices slowly starting to cover them.

Then, once he was sure that she was good and soaked, Matt slowly angled his dick and slid smoothly into her tight hole. A moan escaping from him, as pure pleasure wrapped around his cock, begging for him to fuck her as hard as he could. He planned to do just that.

Moving his hands, Matt gripped onto Bailey's hips to keep her in place. Slowly, he pulled out of her and then slowly pushed back in. Moving at a slow pace before gradually working up to a faster pace.

Bailey hated it. She hated that she wanted Matt to fuck her because at least now he wasn't hurting her.. and she hated how her body was reacting to his touch. She hated that she was getting wet because she knew that Matt was going to use this against her. She knew that he would never let her forget her enjoying their time together.

Biting down on the inside of her lip, Bailey forced back a moan that threatened to escape. She was not giving the bastard that satisfaction. THere was no way in hell that she was going to give him that. Gritting her teeth, Bailey did her best to focus on anything other than what Matt was doing to her. THe pleasure that was being forced through her body made her toes curl but she wasn't about to let Matt know that.

Matt gave a particularly rough thrust and Bailey couldn't stop the gasp that she let out, her back arching as she clamped her hands over her mouth. So tight that her knuckles were turning white but it was preventing her from making any more noise. Bailey wanted nothing more than to lash out at Matt but she could only focus on keeping herself quiet, especially as Matt's movements became rougher. If this was any other time, Bailey would have enjoyed it but this wasn't something she had wanted to do to begin with.