Liam shocks Shamima with the truth behind their situation causing her behaviour to change
Rising at 8am I walk into Shamima’s room to remove the night collar from her neck. She’s had one hell of a vivid dream or nightmare as all the bed clothes are strewn over the floor and her base sheet has been pulled from two of the corners. She’s lay on her left side still completely naked, her left leg straight, her right one bent at a 90⁰ angle giving a nice view of her pussy, I notice the dried mixture of our fluids that has run from her hole down her leg and onto the sheet. As I remove the collar she stirs a little, looking at me groggily with sleep filled eyes.
“Piss off, Bastard.” She spits, her voice heavy with sleep.
“You’re free to move about the house when you can be bothered to get your sad ass out of bed.” I drop the collar loudly onto the floor, making her jump. “You can get your own breakfast.”
Heading down to the kitchen I cook myself a full English breakfast, Shamima enters the room just as I finish eating, wearing a pink t shirt that barely covers her ass. She bends over to get a pan from the cupboard giving me another view of her pussy. I notice she’s washed off the residue of our session last night.
I grab the box from the table and rip it open, tossing a packet each of the morning after and contraceptive pills onto the counter next to her. “You might want one of those after what you did last night and you need to start the others.”
She looks at me with hate as she swallows one of each pill. “You need to tell me what you got him to drug me with.” She demands, glaring at me.
I sigh loudly, looking her square in the eyes. “If I had wanted to fuck you last night I would have said and waited for them to shock you when you refused.” I say slowly but forcefully. “I don’t need anyone to drug you when we’re being forced to do it anyway. Do you understand or is that above your level of IQ?”
She huffs and turns away. “Why couldn’t I end up with someone nice instead of some asshole who only wants me as his plaything?”
“Because if it wasn’t for me you’d still be rotting in Syria.”
“Bullshit! You just got lucky.”
“Lucky? I don’t want to lumbered with you! Nobody does!”
“You obviously do!” She turns and spits at me. “You entered the draw!”
“On a FUCKING drunken dare!” I fire back. “and I won by default! No-one, absolutely no-one else entered! Not one single fucking person in this country wanted to put up with you! Least of all me!”
“No-one?” Her face drops, tears welling in her eyes. “Am I really that hated?” she gasps shakily, the self confident former terrorist bride suddenly gone, replaced by a fearful young woman.
“Honestly “ I tell her in low steady voice. “If you went to any town, city or village and they recognised you, they’d tear you apart. What’s left would be paraded around the streets. Yes, you ARE that hated.”
She turns with a loud sob and runs from the room, I hear her head upstairs to her room, the squeaks of the springs of her bed as she collapses onto it and the loud sobs as she cries.
To my detriment, I’ve never been able to stand the sound of a crying woman for long. In fact, one ex girlfriend used to use it all the time to win arguments and force me apologise even when I was the one in the right. It only takes a few minutes before I head upstairs and softly walk into her room, heading over to the bed where she’s lay on her left side facing away from me, her body jerking with each loud, hurt sound. I sit on the edge and place my hand on her shoulder, surprisingly she doesn’t jump or swipe at me, instead she rolls over and looks at me through tear filled eyes.
“I honestly thought people would forgive my stupidity.” She sobs, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. “That I could come back and it would be as it was... Now the only way to be safe is to be trapped in a house with someone who hates me.”
“To be fair, you hate me too. Right?” I say, stroking her shoulder. “Neither of us wants to be in this situation but we are. How about we call a truce?”
“What do you mean?” She raises her head slightly, looking at me with curiosity.
“I mean stopping the constant sniping and bitching at each other. We only need to be near each other to have sex and when I have to put on or take off that collar, why don’t we just do our own thing for the rest of the time?”
“Just avoid each other? What if either of us wants to be where the other is alone? Like if I want to watch TV when you are?”
“Then we act like adults and ask. Same if we want company. It’s not that difficult.”
“And the sex?”
“We have to do it at least twice a day, right? So we do it once in the morning and then again in the evening.”
“What if one of us gets in the mood at other times?”
“We ask and then decide if it replaces the other time or if it’s additional.”
She nods with understanding. “Can I think about it and tell you later?”
“Of course, I’ll leave you to it.” I give her a reassuring smile and get up to leave.
“Wait.” She says surprisingly warmly, rolling onto her back. “We may as well get today’s first fuck out of the way.”
I nod in agreement and start to strip, she watches me, biting her lip when my semi hard cock comes into view. I climb on the bed and move to stroke her pussy but she grabs my hand and shakes her head. “I’m not ready to let you touch me like that yet, get yourself hard and put on a condom.”
I start to stoke myself to full erection, she rubs her pussy in time to my movements, gasping involuntarily. When I’m rock hard she slides two fingers inside herself. “I’m wet enough.” She states matter of factly.
I roll the condom down my shaft and climb between her legs, she removes her t shirt and I gaze at her naked form. “You’re actually very sexy.” I say with a sly grin. “Stop it.” She half admonishes me, opening her legs wider. “Just do it.”
I slide myself inside her in one gradual stroke, another gasp escapes her and she turns her head away as I start to thrust, reluctant grunts coming from her throat.
I gently turn her to face me. “It’s only sex, even if neither of us wants it. It’s going to happen regardless of that due to fact they’ll shock you if we don’t. So let’s just enjoy it, we might as well.” She agrees and relaxes, the pleasurable noises she makes are more real. She claws my back, pulls me down and gasps in my ear, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me deeper. I feel her walls quivering around me, squeezing my hard shaft as I fuck her harder, her moans growing louder encouraging me to move faster.
“I have admit,” She whispers in my ear. “You have a nice cock.” I lean back, still thrusting hard and we share an amused glance.
“Let me show you what I can really do with it.” I growl and hook my elbows under her knees, spreading them wider and powering into her with hard, deep strokes, her eyes widen and then flutter closed as my cockhead stimulates her G spot, her gasps and moans growing higher in volume and pitch as I pound her hole. She starts to scream as her orgasm rushes towards her like an express train, her eyes snap open wide and she stares into mine as a deep guttural groan escapes her lips. Her body tenses, her orgasm exploding inside her, body stiffening and her fingers digging into my flesh. I fuck her through her climax, slamming my cock hard into her as she cries in pleasure, her pussy muscles stuttering around my shaft. Eventually she starts to come down, panting heavily.
“C-Can I go on top?” she asks, her voice quivering with aftershocks. I nod and roll us over, releasing her legs and letting her manoeuvre into a comfortable position. She leans her hands on my chest and starts to roll her hips, taking control, moving slowly at first and finding the best angle before speeding up and riding my prick with gusto. She sees me staring at her bouncing breasts and chuckles. “I guess you can touch them as you’re so obsessed with them.”
I give her a look of mock disbelief and reach up, taking a breast in each hand and caressing them, matching her movements. I feel her nipples dig into my palms so I take them between my finger and thumb I pinch them as her second orgasm builds inside her. She squeals and moves faster, her pussy sucking on my hardness and pushing me closer to my own release. Leaning forwards she looks deep into my eyes as she rides me like there’s no tomorrow, groaning low and loud as she nears the precipice.
“Cum with me!” She orders, her movements urgent and needy. I nod, my seed rising fast, I pinch her nipples harder, eliciting a hungry smile and a deep moan. “I’m close” I tell her, she nods in acknowledgement and switches to maximum speed, the bed squeaking loudly in protest. Her pussy clamps onto my shaft as she screams in bliss, her orgasm smashing over her and pushing me to my own. I flood the condom with my spunk, pushing it to bursting and I notice a slight look of disappointment on Shamima’s face despite the ecstasy she’s feeling. Collapsing onto my chest, I gently wrap my arms around her as we both pant heavily as we come down.
“It doesn’t feel the same with a condom.” She huffs in a whisper into my ear and rolls off me, laying next to me. “I think I’m going to have to have a nap,” she huffs. “I’m exhausted.”
We lay there recovering for about 10 minutes until her demeanour turns a little cold and I realise it’s time I left. I get up and get dressed, heading for the door, she calls after me and I turn around. “I agree to a truce.” She says simply and I nod, heading to my bathroom and freshening up.
The truce holds. We fuck again that evening just before bed, repeating the same times over the next few days. Shamima surprises me on the fifth day by walking around completely naked, claiming that as it’s just us there’s no need for clothes, so we both stop bothering to dress, basically becoming naturists in a strange way. She later surprises me three more times in one day, first by walking into the lounge during the afternoon and asking to sit with me whilst I’m watching the news. I get the feeling that she’s either starting to develop a light form of Stockholm Syndrome or just getting lonely sitting in a room on her own all day, either way I expect her to sit at the other end of the sofa but she sits close enough to lean against me. The third surprise comes in the form of her grasping my cock and stroking me to full hardness before leaning down and sucking me off, swallowing my entire load and snuggling up to me.
At the start of the following week, our fourth together, she gets her period, walking around in a thick pair of panties to stop any leakage staining the furniture. Of course, with her ass still out of action, she has to give me blowjobs to keep up our sexual routine. I get the impression she enjoys giving them as the frequency increases to at least four times a day, with her surprising me with them when the mood takes her. Although we become closer I wouldn’t say we are friends, we’re more acquaintances, with benefits. She still gives me an angry look when I put the collar on her at night and makes it very clear when she doesn’t want to be near me. We never ask questions about each other, barely knowing anything about each other’s pasts, dreams or ambitions.
Nearing the end of the week and the time when we’ll be able to fuck again, we sit in the lounge watching the news with Shamima lay along the sofa on her front, her lips wrapped around my hard cock for the fifth time that day, when it is announced that the UK is going to allow another ISIS bride to return. “Following the success of Ms Begum’s return to the country,” The PM says in his usual drawl, Shamima looks up at me with amused eyes as she pauses with my hardness still buried in her mouth. “We have decided to allow another of these poor deposed women to come back to the land of her birth. A similar draw will be held as before and we will release the details in due time.”
“Success my ass!” Shamima states, her mouth popping off my throbbing dick as she looks at me. “Stuck in a house with someone I can barely stand, sucking cock, being fucked whether I want it or not and being chained to a bed all night is not my idea of success!”
I give her ass a firm smack with my left hand, she looks at me with a hint of anger. “Hey! Still sore, what gives?” she spits and I nod at my cock. “Fine.” She mutters and resumes sucking me off with more pressure, trying to cause discomfort but merely heightening the sensation. As much as she claims not to want to do it, she has been the one to come to me and initiate most of the blowjobs, sucking me eagerly and always swallowing my load. With her usual groan of accomplishment she takes my seed straight down her throat as my prick jerks in her mouth, sucking every drop before rolling onto her back and resting her head on my left hip.
“I wonder if she’ll have to sleep with whoever wins.” She looks up at me as I shudder with aftershocks. “Maybe she’ll get lucky and will only have to do housework.”
“You know I could refuse and let them shock you.” I state with fake coldness. It’s become a routine game between us for her to complain about being a sex slave and me threatening to not to let her have my cock, neither of us being serious with our comments, it’s been a long time since we’ve heard the voice or the whine of the bracelet and we’re testing to see if they are still watching.
When she’s clear of her period, Shamima makes her desire blatantly clear that evening, walking into the room completely bare and sitting next to me with a thump. Grabbing my wrist she puts my hand on her crotch and grabs my manhood, stroking it with a determined look in her eyes. It’s the first time she’s allowed me to touch her most intimate area, gasping as my fingers tease her outer lips and slit.
“Just get me wet.” She commands but I ignore her, my thumb working on her clit as my fingers slip inside her, teasing her g spot and making her wetter by the second, my fingers and thumb moving faster and deeper. Soon, she’s moaning loudly as my fingers fuck her hard and deep, her pussy gushing juices as I pump them inside her and push her relentlessly towards her climax. “Liam, stop!” she snaps whilst gasping in pleasure, her fingernails digging into my thigh, my dick forgotten.
“MY desires, remember?” I tell her sternly, increasing my pace and rubbing hard on the spongy spot inside her slick tunnel. “I want to see you come apart on my fingers.”
“God you’re a bastard!” she whines as she starts to tremble uncontrollably, the stimulation forcing her closer to release. “OH fuck! I’m gonna....” Her body convulses as her orgasm bursts forth, the slick, wet sounds of her pussy squeezing my fingers as they plunge mercilessly in her hole. Her words falter as she cries out in ecstasy, lost in pure bliss. She grabs my hand, forcibly pulling my digits from her with both hands and panting heavily as I suck her juices from them.
“Payback time.” She growls when she’s recovered, grabbing a condom and putting it on me in one forceful motion that makes me wince. I swear I hear her muttering something about “hating the damn things” as she’s mounting my lap and aiming my rock hard cock at her opening, she plunges down and starts to ride me hard, shoving her tits in my face.
I can’t help sucking her left nipple into my mouth and nibbling it as she bounces, squeezing my hard shaft with her muscles, milking me. I grab her ass with my hands but she snatches them away, pushing them behind my head. “Don’t even think about it, I’m in charge now!” she pants with a hint of anger, I bite her nipple in response making her yelp and increase her pace. I have trouble switching to her right nipple, her breasts bouncing so wildly that it’s difficult to latch on but eventually I manage to suck it into my mouth, giving it the same treatment as her left.
“Why won’t you cum?!” she says breathlessly as her hole slams along my cock, tightening around it like a vice. “if you don’t hurry up I’m going to first again!” I grin around her nipple, sucking harder and teasing it hard with my tongue, determined to make it happen.
She starts to tire and slow down, coming to a gradual halt and panting hard. “Can you take over?” she whines, the disappointment over not making me cum blatantly apparent on her face. I smack her ass lightly. “On all fours.” I tell her simply, watching as she moves to lean over the arm of the sofa, presenting her ass to me. I get behind her and side in in one smooth stroke, setting a punishing pace that has her almost falling over, my hands gripping her hips tightly. She squeals and moans as I pound her from behind, the wet, sloppy sounds of our union echoing around the room.
I thrust harder, ramming my full length into her tight hole, stretching it wide and making it produce a river of juices that flow freely down her inner thighs , coating my throbbing manhood. I reach below her, finding her clit and rubbing it vigorously, producing the desired result.
“You bastard I’m going to.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” She cries out as I push her past the point of no return, her pussy playing a symphony around my pounding cock as she falls apart, pushing me over the edge and making me fill the thin rubber barrier with my seed. With my balls completely drained I pull out and fall back on the sofa, breathing hard, she follows by collapsing next to me and hugging my arm tightly as the final tremors wash over her. “I’ll do it one day.” She murmurs, squeezing my arm harder and sighing with what almost sounds like content.
Later that night, as I pick up the collar and go to put it around her neck, Shamima looks up at me with hopeful eyes. “Do you really have to put that on? I mean, it’s not like I can escape and I’m not going to do anything to you in your sleep, if I do I’ll end up back in that fucking camp. Besides, I think I’m starting to like it here with you.” I mull it over in my mind, her words seem sincere and she’s had multiple chances to injure or even kill me during daytime and yet, here I am completely unharmed. “OK,” I nod in agreement. “I think I can trust you enough to try it.”
That’s when, for the first time in weeks, the bracelet starts to whine, I see the hope drain from her face and her head bows as she utters a single word. “Fuck.”
“Not yet, Miss Begum.” The long quiet voice booms. “You haven’t proven yourself trustworthy.”