My Best Friend's Sister (story part 2)

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Dawn came, and the hours of captivity had taken a toll on Jared's body. He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, and he needed to pee. His skin was rashed from the tightness of the ropes and his muscles ached from the hard chair. His throat was dry and soar from being gagged all night. But he could do nothing but wait until Anika saw fit to end his punishment. He could hear her outside the closet door, going about her daily routine. Had she forgotten she left him in here all night?

Hours passed, and Jared grew increasingly frustrated and impatient at Anika's negligence. “Surely she won't leave me in here all day,” he thought.

At long last, the door creaked open. Jared breathed a sigh of relief. Anika removed his blindfold, and he struggled to adjust his eyes to the sudden influx of light.

Anika's silhouette was a vision of grace against the soft morning light. She stared down at him with a blend of pity and coldness in her eyes. Jared's gaze met hers with a mix of trepidation and longing.

"Good morning, Jared," she said, her voice gentle and melodic. "I trust you've had ample time to reflect on your actions." She tenderly seated herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around him, bringing her face in close to his. His erection shot up as her weight pressed down on him and her warm breath caressed his neck. Unable to speak, he nodded in response to her question.

Anika smiled warmly and pressed her warm hand against his cheek. “I'm glad to hear that,” she said. “But unfortunately, I'm not convinced.”

Jared's eyes widened. What did she mean? He tried to speak, but the gag prevented him. Luckily, Anika graciously removed it for him.

“What was that?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice trembling.

Anika smiled, as if amused by the fear in his voice.

“Hmm,” she said, placing her finger against her cheek as she pondered. The mischievous smile on her face made Jared nervous.

“How about this,” she said, placing her arm back around his neck and looking at him with a playful smile. “You stay here until I get home from work.”

Jared gasped. “But, Anika, that's another...nine hours. I'm exhausted and I need to pee.”

Anika sighed. “I thought you loved me,” she said with an air of disappointment.

“I do! But...”

Anika cut him off by placing a finger on his lips. “If you really loved me, you'd do this for me.”

“But I need...”

“Shush,” Anika said as she flattened her entire hand over his mouth to silence him. “No excuses. If you love me, you'll do this. If you don't, I'll pack my things and leave right now.” She stared into Jared's frightened eyes for a few seconds, keeping her hand over his mouth, and then: “Got it?”

Jared nodded begrudgingly, his eyes giving away his immense distress.

“Now,” Anika said, “I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth. When I do, I don't wanna hear any begging. No questions. Nothing. Understood?”

Jared nodded, and Anika removed her hand. He was silent. She smiled at him.

“Good boy,” she said. “Glad we could work things out. Aren't you?”

“Yeah,” Jared said with a painful nod.

“You're not mad at me, are you?” Anika asked.

“Of course not,” Jared said, feigning a smile.

“And you still love me?”

“Of course.”

“Aww, you're the best, Jared,” Anika said, and then kissed him on the forehead. “Now you behave yourself and I'll see you this evening,” she said as she resecured his gag and blindfold and then walked out of the closet.

“Goodbye, Jared,” she said, and then shut the door, leaving him to suffer another nine hours of hell.

Or at least, Jared thought it would be nine hours. But she didn't untie him that evening. Or the next day. Or the day after that. In fact, the chair in the closet became Jared's new home.  

At first, Anika would come up with a new excuse to keep him tied up. But eventually, she stopped feeling the need to justify her actions, and simply told him she had no immediate plans to free him from the closet.

“It's kinda nice having the house to myself,” she would say to him nonchalantly.

Anika would come into feed him, allow him to relieve himself, and talk with him at least once a day. During these sessions, Anika would always talk to Jared like everything was completely okay, aside from the occasional insincere apology or casual remark about how uncomfortable he must be. Despite their brevity, these interactions were what kept Jared going. Sometimes, she would even give him a hand job or blow job.

But these brief windows of joy wouldn't last forever. Over time, Anika seemed to grow increasingly indifferent to Jared. Her power over him had become so normalized, that she seemed to begin seeing him more as a plaything or pet than a human being with feelings.

His feelings became less and less of a consideration in her interactions with him, and she would often simply ignore him for days on end if she couldnt be bothered.

Jared suffered immensely through it all, but his love for Anika got him through it, and he slowly adapted and learned to accept his fate. In occasional bouts of despair, he would sometimes think about fighting back or trying to escape, but he slowly learned that begging her to let him go was completely futile and counterproductive, and his body was much too tired and worn to have any chance of overcoming the tight restraints. But the human mind is remarkably adaptable, he eventually found, and he somehow managed to twist his way of looking at his sad fate and turn it into something that gave his life meaning and purpose. He did this by telling himself he was making the ultimate sacrifice for the person he loved, and the idea that this sacrifice made her even slightly happier was enough to keep him going.

Anika eventually started supplementing her cruel neglect of his basic needs with outright humiliation and abuse. This added a whole new layer to Jared's suffering, but he was able to endure by viewing it as a test of his love for her.

Eventually, the chair and ropes were replaced with an unbearably tight, chafing latex suit that encased his body like a mummy. It was so constrictive and suffocating he could hardly breathe.  

And if that wasn't enough, she began constantly stuffing his mouth full of her dirty panties, forcing him to taste all her bodily fluids and drying his mouth and throat out so badly they ached constantly.

But whenever Jared thought things couldn't get any worse, Anika would think of something creative. She decided to encase his penis in a painful contraption that stabbed into the sides of it whenever he got an erection. She would often challenge him to remain flaccid as she stroked his cock with her soft toes.

Of course, Jared always lost. Just as he had lost everything else to Anika. His house. His life. His freedom. His humanity.

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