NFS:MW The enslavement of Mia Townsend

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Mia opened her eyes…the light in the room was dim. Wait a minute, I’m not blindfolded… and there’s no thrusting…. Her next feeling was that she was wrapped in some sort of soft blanket. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows but pain shot through her lower regions as well as her arms, which were bandaged and reset but still hurt immensely from the torment that had been given to them. She collapsed back down into the bed that she now realized she was laying on. Every part of her body was sore, and she literally couldn’t move a limb without pain shooting through it. Her fingers were like jelly, and she couldn’t flex them at all. The absence of any phallic object inside her came as a shock to Mia.
“Sorry I’m late.” Came the voice, and Mia’s heart did a jumpstart…she knew that voice…it was him. Suddenly she remembered her predicament.
“Oh my god…the blacklist members…what will they do! They have…videos of me with them!”.
“They’re all dead, Mia, I took care of that, and the evidence is all gone, the tapes, the photos. Everything.” He told her. Leaning over, he wiped a wet sponge over her forehead. The sensation was soothing, and before Mia could stop herself, she was crying. The rogue racer hesitated, then brought Mia up into a sitting position, cradling her as she sobbed into his chest. Images of her two year ordeal flashed through her mind…she couldn’t believe that it has ended so swiftly.
“How did you find me?” asked Mia once she sufficiently calmed down.
“I decided to pay Rockfort a visit two weeks ago. I had planed on visiting you earlier but had to lay low since Cross is still very much on my case. Followed you in secret to Baron’s place, and then sought out the doctor as he left the house and forced him to tell me everything. That bastard is dead too, along with all the blacklist members. I snuck into Baron’s house right after they left and found you strapped to the machine. I had heard that they wanted to get rid of you for good. You poor thing, the sick bastards really went out of their way to off you. The timer by the machine said that you had been on there for at least thirty minutes. You’ve been unconscious for three days. I scoured the house for all that they had recorded of you and destroyed it, then rigged the place with C4 and just yesterday as soon as they stepped foot in the place I sent them first class tickets to hell. I’m so sorry I let this happen to you, I should have come sooner.” With that he pulled Mia close, whispered words of comfort in her ears as she had started sobbing again. He was glad that she had awaken, having feared that she was comatose, which would have been completely normal…heck Mia should’ve died on that machine, with all the forces that she had being hit with.
It would be a few weeks before Mia recovered completely from her wounds. The pulleys had severely damaged her arm and leg muscles, and her vaginal walls had been torn extensively. In these weeks Mia was completely invalid, unable to move or do pretty much everything. She refused to see a doctor, fearing that it would lead to questions about how she acquired the injuries, so he cared for her, hand fed her, bathed her, helped her go to the bathroom, cared for her as a mother would have done for a helpless infant. He had to help her milk herself for a while, as her breasts were still accustomed to mass producing milk, but after a week or two it was no longer necessary. At night he would cradle her in his arms and rock her to sleep, often with her sobbing in recollection of the past two years. With his help she called in to tell Cross that she needed a vacation, which he granted grudgingly. The blacklist death incident still rocked the city, and Cross was too deep into that investigation (which turned up nothing in the end, he had used quite a large amount of C4) to bicker with Mia.
As she got better physically, Mia also recovered psychologically. Her ordeal had made her think that all men were just horny beasts waiting for the chance to get into a girl’s pants, but he was different. Not once during her recovery did he touch her private parts asides from when he bathed her and helped her relieve herself. At night, they slept fully clothed, with her leaning against his chest, an overwhelming sense of security flooding her emotions, a feeling that during the first few days always managed to make her sob. The nightmares continued to plague her up until she fully recovered, but he was always there to comfort her when she woke up screaming. It was a month after he rescued her, when Mia was completely recovered physically, did she move to get intimate with him.
Mia had to admit, that she had been lying to the man for the last two weeks, pretending that she still couldn’t use her hands just so that he continued to give her baths and wipe her privates clean after she relieved herself. One day, while he was working on some internals of his BMW GTR in her living room, back turned to her, Mia slowly approached him, wrapping her arms around his waist, embracing him from behind.
The man smiled, “I thought you couldn’t use your hands.” Mia blushed, and after a pause, said softly, “I lied” that was all that she needed to say to convey her message. She wanted him to touch her, his presence besides her, a presence of security. The man smiled, turned and hugged Mia. He ran a hand up the small of Mia’s back, massaging Mia as his other hand cupped her chin. Slowly, they kissed, a peck to begin with, then deepening into passionate exploration of each other’s oral orifice. Mia was wearing a white nightgown over her bra and undies, and with deliberation the man slowly lifted the gown over her head, tossing it aside. Mia reach around and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor to expose her breasts, which, although having been seen countless times by him in the past few days, now posed a much more erotic view than ever. He undressed slowly, and Mia stepped out of her cotton panties. He was very much aroused, and Mia expected him to take her right then and there, but he didn’t. with one hand he caressed the porcelain smooth skin on the small of Mia’s back, the other tracing a line along her collarbone. He kissed Mia again fully on the lips, then began to trail kisses down her neck, along her collarbone, then slowly working his way down to one of her breast. She stopped him at that, and pulled out a pair of wire cutters. He knew what she wanted and proceeded to remove the nipple rings. This task took a little longer, and not without some pain on Mia’s part, as her nipple had fleshed out around the rings. Mia winced in pain as each set of piercing were removed. He responded by tossing the utensil aside and covering one of her breasts with his mouth. Mia inhaled sharply as his tongue danced over her nipples, her hands hang to the side, letting him do all the work. Mia’s breast, still under the influence of prolonged exposure to the milk-inducer that the doctor had given her, started to lactate, and her lover suckled up every drop of the milk along with the small trickle of blood that resulted from the removal of the rings. One arm around her waist now, he proceeded to suckle her other teat, while another hand massaged the breast that he had just finished with.. Mia became more and more aroused with every passing moment. He stopped and swept her off her feet into his arms, carrying her into the bedroom and laying her onto the bed. Getting on after her, he continued the administrations, and soon sent a hand wandering up Mia’s inner thigh and brushing against her sex. Mia shuddered in ecstasy, moaned his name, and arched her back as he pushed one finger gently into her. She had tightened back up again, and her walls griped his finger like a vice. It only took two slow thrusts of the index fingers to draw an orgasm from Mia. She moaned deeply, and dispelled her love juices all over his hand. She snaked her arms around him and beckoned him to take her. The man positioned himself above Mia, claimed her mouth in a loving kiss, and slowly pushed into her. Mia’s walls continued to grip his manhood tightly, beckoning it further into the orifice. Once all the way in, the man commenced to thrust slowly and deliberately. It was nothing Mia had ever experienced before in her two years of being raped every week. All the other men had just worried about themselves and took to pounding her as fast as they could. But this slow thrusting was a first, and the pleasure buildup was uncontainable. Orgasm after blissful orgasm shook Mia, she wrapped her legs around him and demanded more, and he complied.
An hour later, the lovers, their lust temporarily sated, laid under the sheets in tender bliss. Mia snuggled up against his chest, and slept her first peaceful dreamless sleep.


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and there y'all have it. a nice gushy ending to the story. When I was writing the fic I pretty much figured that I've done everything humanely possible to Mia so might as well cut her some slack and end on a positive note.
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