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Story for "Time to be quiet (part 3)"
🕑 Added 2021-06-16 08:50:54 +0000 UTCThis is the story to accompany this artwork.
The previous part can be viewed here.
Hours had passed and Andrew remained hanging helplessly in the pitch black closet, his knees and neck aching in discomfort. For the first few hours, he had struggled endlessly to free himself from his predicament and made as much noise as he possibly could in an effort to get his captor's attention. But his pleas went with absolutely no response from Riya, seemingly lost in the endless black abyss that surrounded him. He wasn't even sure whether she could hear him at all. Eventually, he became exhausted and tried his best to cope with the unfortunate situation, suspended there lifelessly like the corpse of a hanging victim. He would go through occasional bouts of struggling and shifting when he could no longer stand the discomfort, but these became fewer and more far between. There was nothing he could do except wait for Riya's return.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door finally creaked open. Andrew, who had been dozing off from sheer exhaustion, was suddenly wide awake as the sunlight poured in. He had been here all night, it seemed. He couldn't believe the suffering he had just endured at the hands of the woman of his dreams. He didn't think it was possible for such a young, seemingly innocent woman to display such cruelty - but apparently he had vastly underestimated her. She nonchalantly walked over to his lifeless body and, at long last, began untying his leash from the clothesline overhead. His suffering was finally at an end, it seemed. As his neck was set free, he immediately collapsed onto the ground, having no strength left in his body. If Riya's goal had been to teach him a lesson, he had definitely learned it. At this point, he felt as if he would do literally anything Riya asked - anything to avoid being put in such a horrifying situation again. He waited for her to finally untie him and for the punishment to come to an end.
Unfortunately, he had once again underestimated his captor, as she had no plans to do such a thing. After Andrew collapsed onto the floor, Riya showed him no sympathy and simply left him there, walking out of the closet and closing the door behind her. He was left once again in complete darkness. Shocked and devastated as he was, he had no willpower to continue struggling and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
When he awoke, he was still lying on the hard, cold floor of the tiny, wretched closet where Riya had left him, seemingly forgotten once more. What was going on? Was she just going to leave him here to rot? In desperation, he renewed his struggle to escape and began throwing his body against the door. At the very least, this had to get Riya's attention.
His plan worked. It wasn't long before Riya opened the door and marched inside, a look of extreme annoyance on her face. As soon as Andrew saw the look in her eyes, he knew he had made a mistake. He cried and moaned in desperation, but no matter how hard he tried, no words could escape the tape gag wrung tightly over his lips and around his head. Riya grabbed his leash and once more yanked him up off the ground -and to Andrew's strong dismay - once again tied him up to the clothesline, just like before. He tried to resist, but he was too exhausted, and Riya surprisingly strong. She secured him firmly, in the exact same position as last time.
"See what happens when you make noise?" She taunted him, before leaving once more, not to return until the next morning. Andrew had learned his lesson.
Over the next few weeks, Andrew slowly learned to adjust to Riya's rules. He never struggled or made loud noises for fear of what may be in store for him if he did. As a result, he managed to avoid being hung up like before, and got the privilege of sleeping on the bare floor with no padding or pillows. Over these several weeks, he was fed one simple meal per day and never left the closet except when Riya dragged him to the toilet once per day. She made it clear that there would be drastic consequences if he relieved himself in the closet, so he often found himself desperately suppressing his bladder until bathroom time came.
But unfortunately, things wouldn't remain so comfortable for Andrew. Even small sounds like Andrew shifting position in the closet began to annoy Riya, as they reminded her of his existence constantly and she felt as if she couldn't truly relax. When she wasn't looking at him, she wanted to feel as if he didn't exist, but that simply wasn't possible while he was free to shift his body around and make noise.
One day, she decided to remedy the situation. When she walked into the closet with several rolls of tape, Andrew knew something unpleasant was on its way. But at that point, he had long given up on any sort of struggle or resistance, and submitted himself completely to her whims without hesitation. When she told him to sit with his back against the drainpipe in the back of the closet, he did it instantly. When she began fastening him tightly to the pipe, he sat completely still to let her finish. Although his heart was filled with anguish at the newfound torment he was about to suffer, no such anguish was manifested physically. If somebody were to observe the unfolding situation, they would think Andrew was completely comfortable and at peace with the situation. Such was the effectiveness of Riya's ruthless training of her new pet. After spending over 20 years as a living, breathing human, it took just one month for her to turn him into a completely obedient animal seemingly devoid of any inner life or desire.
After securing his body to the pipe, and adding even more tape to his legs to ensure no lower-body movement, she began tying his head to the pipe as well, in order to get rid of every last ounce of mobility. She tied the tape around his eyes and head multiple times, binding him firmly to the pipe and leaving him in even more darkness than he already was.
And the last step - of course - was to ensure that not even a peep would come out of his mouth. And what better way to do this than with four pears of old underwear she used to wear back when she was on the tennis team? They had been soiled in sweat (and other fluids) countless times and almost never washed, as she would keep them in her locker on campus. Now, they had a perma-stench and it was time to buy some new ones. So why not at least put them to good use? She told Andrew to open his mouth wide as she slowly stuffed the soiled panties deep into his oral cavity. Getting them all to fit inside was a rather difficult - but necessary - task. After all, she didn't want a peep coming out of his mouth.
With his eyes covered, Andrew at first didn't know what it was that Riya was mercilessly stuffing into his mouth - only that it tasted disgusting and he had a hard time not gagging. But he knew better than to put up a fight, so he waited patiently with his mouth wide open until all four pears were deep inside - and kept inside with tape wrapped around the outside of his mouth.
After her handiwork was finished, Riya stood up and walked toward the door. As she reached the door, she turned around and admired her masterpiece for a few seconds. It was truly amazing what she had managed to create over the course of less than two months. She shut the door, and all trace of Andrew's existence vanished from her life as she began going about her daily tasks, now free from the noises that used to intrude upon her bliss.
Andrew's mood wasn't quite so upbeat. He knew he would be left like this for a long, long time, and his heart sank to unimaginable depths when he envisioned the pain that awaited him. He shuffled around in his mouth what he now realized were Riya's soiled panties, trying to acclimate to the horrid taste without vomiting all over himself and igniting Riya's wrath. It seemed like a lifetime ago when he was still living the life of a normal human being with freedom, agency, and any sort of pleasurable feelings whatsoever (aside from arousal, which he continued to experience despite his predicament). Sometimes he would think back on how he let himself get into this situation, and how if he had done just one thing differently, he could still be living a normal life. But he tried to avoid these thoughts, as they seemed only to amplify his misery.
In the past, he would always be thinking of how he might escape, but he had become too afraid of the harsh punishments Riya inflicted on him for even the slightest transgression. He couldn't imagine what would happen to him if he made an escape attempt but failed. He would also sometimes hope that Riya would be merciful and decide to let him go one day, but with each day that passed, he was more and more convinced that this would never happen. If anything, she seemed to be finding increasing enjoyment out of finding new ways to make his life even more miserable.
The only thing that gave Andrew a sliver of happiness in his new life was his enduring love for Riya, and the fact that he continued to be a part of her life. He tried his best to focus on positive thoughts like this, as they were the only thing that made his new torturous existence remotely bearable. Sometimes, when pondering how his absolute obsession with this girl had led him down the road to hell, and how all his suffering was the price he had to pay to be with the girl he loved, he would even start to get aroused. If he was going to suffer at the hands of anybody, better the girl of his dreams than anybody else.
As these thoughts flooded his mind, Andrew began getting lost in the physical sensations he was currently experiencing. The mess of filthy panties enveloping his helpless tongue, the heaps upon heaps of tape hugging every inch of his skin and preventing every small movement he tried to make. The cold, hard ground pressing against his exposed rear end. The blackness encasing his eyes and eliminating his sense of vision. And as he delved into these sensations, his mind wandered to the beautiful, perfect Riya, with her perfect smile, her perfect skin, and her petite, delicate physique. The contrast between the angelic beauty of his captor and the demonic cruelty of her actions sent a warm, tingling sensation all through Andrew's body, and before he knew it, a storm of cum launched from his exposed phallus.
When Riya saw the mess, he knew he would be in big trouble.
