It became hard to focus on anything other than the the meals placed before you and the ample curves and mesmerizing sensuality your captor has been blessed with. With each delicious morsel pushed past your lips and the countless gentle caresses accompanied by flirty yet equally intimidating words of encouragement, came the eventual wear of your resolve. The questions eventually ceased and full compliance and obedience came shortly after. But they never were, and you were quick to learn that they most likely never will be. How long have I kept you as my hostage on my ship? How much longer do I plan on forcing endless amounts of food down your throat? When will I finally be satisfied with how massive your expanding body has grown? You use to ask questions like these constantly frantically hoping that at least a few would be answered with time. Your gaze is unfocused, made hazy by hours of gluttony and the heat of unresolved arousal. I grab the back of your head with my other hand and force you to meet my eyes. Thankfully, i’m merciful enough to not break skin.yet. pressing hard enough to add a sense of danger and remind you of your compromised position. I trace the curve of your chubby jawline with its sharp point. The erotic tension building as the distance between our bodies grows shorter by the second. Imagine me holding a dagger up to your throat.
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