“What is wrong with her? How’d she free herself?” a strange male voice said close to my ear. I ignored it.
I wound my arms around Markos as he fucked me, scratching my nails down his back as he snarled back at me. The sound of it made my body quiver beneath him.
“You were made to take my cock, little warrior. You were always meant to be mine and nothing will ever take you away from me,” he said, and my arousal surged.
I moaned. I screamed. I begged for more and still, he gave it to me. Nothing could stop us from coming together now. My pussy clenched his cock, demanding every last inch and he filled me full to the brim. His hard length demanded my submission and I gave it to him. His power over me was consuming, intoxicating, and utterly addicting.
Maybe it was fate after all? Maybe he was meant to have me?
Pleasure rose within me, demanding release and I didn’t fight it. I gave into it all and just when I was about to come, Markos faded away. I screamed with frustration, left tense and ravenous with desire.
No. Please. This couldn’t be happening.
Cruel fingers gripped at my arms, my legs and I cried out at the pain from them. The sounds of screams and shouts of concern was deafening, and I just wanted it all to stop.
A needle pushed into my arm, sharp and prickly and I started to feel woozy. Not long after that, a blanket of darkness swept across my sight and the sensation of falling drifted over me. I knew no more after that.
* * *
When I woke, I had a moment of clarity that I hadn’t had since before my time at Markos’ villa. I looked around, taking in incandescent light bulbs over my head. Stark white padded walls. A single round table in one corner of the room. I was still in the asylum. I blinked and saw that I wasn’t alone either. There was a ring of doctors around me and all of them were discussing the rather poor state of my mind. They talked about my uncontrollable lust like I wasn’t even there, and I could do nothing to stop them. I whimpered quietly, but they ignored me. Even when I shouted at them, they didn’t even turn in my direction.
I tried to move my hands, but they didn’t budge. They had bound me with the leather straps once more, tying me even tighter now.
I closed my eyes and silently prayed for Markos to come free me from my prison and rescue me from this asylum. I wasn’t crazy, and he was the only one who knew that.
The men and women surrounding me couldn’t come to a single conclusion about what was wrong with me and I fell into another restless sleep. Eventually they left me alone when the lights dimmed and then I fantasized about Markos once more.
He would return some nights, fucking me into oblivion by taking my pussy, whereas other times, he’d demand to take my mouth or my ass. At first, I struggled, but he always managed to subdue the fight within me, whether with pleasure or pain, or sometimes both. I would have countless orgasms under his control and I grew helplessly dependent on his demands. I began to crave him.
Soon, his visits consumed my entire night. I began to snooze during the day and the doctors grew apprehensive about my unusual sleep patterns, jabbering on about something involving circadian rhythms and all that. I turned my head away instead, thinking about the way Markos touched my flesh and the way every nerve in my body seized with heat.
One night, he was much later than usual, and I begged him to come to me. After what felt like hours, he finally appeared, and he gave me exactly what I needed, although he spanked me first, which made me even more desperate than I had been before.
He punished me, and I groveled at his feet. By the end of the night, I made it up to him as much as I could, giving him access to all of me. I spread for him in so many ways that by the time morning came, I passed out from the pleasure he had so graciously granted me in return.
The next day, the doctors began talking about some new clinical trial, about a new magical drug that was supposed to block the visions from my mind and free me from my torment. They talked for hours and I ignored them to the best of my ability, but it was useless. Their constant bickering kept me awake, an unending chatter that wouldn’t stop and I couldn’t sleep, despite my exhaustion. Eventually, I heard them say that they all agreed that I was the perfect candidate for such an experiment and I was to be put into the patient pool immediately. They didn’t ask me if I wanted it though and when I protested, they ignored me.
I hated this place. I wanted out.
The next day, I was forced to swallow a handful of pills. There were three of them: one purple, one pink, and one a dark red color.
I refused at first, but then they threatened me with a cattle prod. I stared at them in horror, listening to the voltage crackle. The nurses by the doctor’s side glared at me with the unquestionable threat that they would follow through. Helpless against them, I was forced to comply with their wishes.
After that, I swallowed my pills like a dutiful little patient.
Markos never came that night.
I cried and sobbed for his return, but I was left isolated and abandoned. My pleasure smoldered beneath my skin, heated and needy for release, but I was left waiting.
He never came for me.
I sobbed all night.
Each day, the doctors came and forced me to take the pills. I was tortured with a clear mind, but my body demanded Markos to return, for his stern dominance to claim my submission and my utter devotion. Not only that, but my mind began to falter as well. I wanted him and soon, I became ravenous for him.
I’d do anything to bring him back.
My visions disappeared. I no longer heard his voice or saw us together, not even once. I wept, my pleasure unanswered and disregarded by everyone overseeing my treatment.