0 comments/ 73173 views/ 3 favorites Captured By: jjcole She was in a fog. It was taking a while to put coherent thoughts in her head. Kate had been at her ad agency party to celebrate the landing of their biggest contract ever. Kate had been a major architect of the coup and was celebrated and toasted repeatedly. Kate vaguely remembered being so drunk that her bosses insisted on getting her a ride home. She had not made it home. She was now tied up on a bed, her hands apart and bound. Her legs were spread. She was blindfolded. She was naked. She was scared. Kate heard whispers. Someone approached. There had been soft music and it suddenly stopped. A voice came through speakers and said, "We are going to have our way with you. If you cooperate you will survive unharmed and un-scarred. If not....?" The word "un-scarred" caught her full attention. She was not particularly vain but was proud of her body. Kate's breasts were just enough larger than average to bring her some attention. She did not think of herself as pretty but as pleasing to look at. Kate was athletic enough to have a good body for a thirty something year old woman. She did not want scars. Kate decided to cooperate the best she could and hope for survival with a minimal amount of pain. Their next move caught her by surprise. After lifting and cradling her head, someone was holding what smelled like mouthwash to her lips. She sipped and confirmed that's what it was. Kate rinsed her mouth and then wondered where to spit. A cup was placed under her lips and I spat into it. The process was repeated and the strange taste in her mouth was gone. Another surprise, a straw was placed to her lips. Kate sipped. It was orange juice. She drained the glass. Another cup was placed to her lips. It was coffee. She took a sip. It was just how she liked it, one cream, and one sugar. Kate began to suspect that these people knew her well. As soon as she finished the coffee Kate announced that she needed to pee. A bowl was placed between her thighs and she let out a long stream. After I finished someone patted her pussy dry. A damp washcloth was applied to her face then to her pussy. The person with the washcloth had their face just above her mound and Kate could feel their breath. The washcloth was removed and was replaced by lips and tongue. Kate tried to remain as calm as possible, reminding herself that she had not been hurt but in fact had been treated with consideration. Her pussy began to react. She did not want it to react but the lips and tongue were very skillful. They knew exactly how to treat a pussy, actually bringing Kate to the edge of an orgasm. Before she lost all control the mouth was withdrawn and a naked male body meshed into hers. She felt the head of a dick part the folds of her pussy lips. She felt a hand on her right breast. She felt lips kissing her cheeks, her forehead, and her lips. Kate did not kiss back; after all she thought, she was being raped. Slowly the head of the dick entered her. It had her open like few had before. Her pussy began to lubricate itself even more, looking forward to its complete invasion. The hand at her breast had her nipple reaching out for it. His kisses were insistent. He came to her lips again and again she did not kiss back. His dick pressed inward. He pressed his body fully against hers. Her erect nipples were stabbing his chest. He kissed her again. Kate responded. She could not help herself. She was losing control of her own body. Again he kissed her, his tongue tracing her lips. Kate kissed him back. He held her tight and slid the rest of his manhood into her. It was heavenly, as full as she had ever been. Kate returned the kisses with passion. He began to fuck her with long sure strokes. A large orgasm caught Kate by surprise. He slowed for a few moments then continued his assault. She climaxed again, and again. He was now furiously plunging in and out of her pussy. Finally, with a low groan he climaxed, hard. Kate felt spurt after spurt of his cum flying into her pussy. His eruption had been so volcanic that her pussy could not hold it all and cum trickled out. He held Kate while he caught his breath then again showered her with kisses. "Some rapist," she thought as he withdrew. He had shown more affection during a fuck than any boyfriend she ever had. His magnificent cock had given Kate multiple orgasms for the first time in her life. Her body was still shuddering with aftershocks. The washcloth returned to wipe the cum from her leg but avoided cleaning her pussy. Kate felt soft, smooth flesh pressed against her lips. The texture and smell allowed to recognize what it was and she opened her mouth and took the dick in. "So", she thought, "there were two of them". That dick was not as big as the one that just fucked her. Her position in the bed prevented her from actively sucking him off, but he was content in just fucking her mouth. He was so eager that he only lasted couple of minutes. She tried to swallow all his cum but a lot came down her chin. Kate expected the washcloth to take care of that but instead a tongue was wiping the cum off her face as another started to lick the cum from inside her pussy. "How many people are there?" she asked herself. Then Kate became aware of something else, the aroma of the person now showering her with deep kisses. Perfume! She should have turned her head she thought. "I am no lesbian", she wanted to shout, but she did not. It crossed her mind that her captors may know her well enough to know she enjoyed the occasional pussy. So instead of protesting Kate started kissing back with as much ardor as she had. Kate loved those lips on hers. They were the most delicious kisses she had ever received in her life. The mouth at her pussy was the same one that had started the assault on her body. Now she knew why it had so easily driven her to the edge. It was another woman. It was obvious that this time she was going to finish Kate off and it did not take long for another orgasm to overtake her. Kate was exhausted. Her considerate abductors noticed and put a light blanket over her and stepped away. She dozed for perhaps twenty minutes, to be awakened by two pairs of lips on her breasts. They were soft delicate lips and her breasts were in love with them. "The two women," she thought. Kate moved her hands hoping she could touch one. The one with the softest lips moved so that a breast was above the palm of Kate's hand and settled her tit into it. It felt fabulous to Kate. It was about the size of her own but heavier. "An older woman?" she wondered. Soon she had a breast in her other hand, smaller, firmer. "A young woman," she thought. The older woman left Kate's breast for her lips. The younger woman was trailing a path to Kate's pussy with her lips. When she arrived she proceeded to tongue fuck her again. The fabulous kisses stopped and Kate felt the older woman move up on the bed. She felt her straddle her head with her knees then Kate felt pussy hair on her nose. She stuck out her tongue to give the woman a target. She found it and started fucking herself with Kate's tongue. She did not last long and gushed down Kate's face in torrents. The woman quickly slid down Kate's body and started licking the pussy juices off Kate's face then kissing her deeply to share them. The woman had a lot of emotion invested in her kisses. Kate was putting a lot of emotion into her kisses back to her. Kate heard grunts and became aware that her pussy was unattended. It sounded like someone else was being fucked. Kate was on fire. She spoke words she had never said in her life and never thought she would. Kate pleaded, "Somebody fuck me, please!" She soon felt the big dick enter her. Her pussy was slick so he slid right in to the hilt. He had made love to her the first time. This time he was fucking the hell out of her. That was exactly what Kate wanted. The woman and the man shared kisses with Kate until she found herself short of breath. She was going to have the biggest orgasm of her life and it frightened her, but she could not, would not stop it. Kate heard a primal scream and was shocked to realize it had come from her. She felt jolt after jolt of electric pleasure streak through her body. She felt cum explode in her pussy as she felt those delicious lips on her own. She was losing consciousness Kate passed out. When she awoke Kate was in her own bed. She thought to herself that she had just experienced the most vivid dream of her life. She staggered to the bathroom to pee. Patting herself dry she winced, her pussy was tender. Kate walked back to the bedroom and almost fainted. It had not been a dream. The ties that had bound her hands and feet were attached to the headboard and footboard. She was shaking so hard she had to sit on the bed. Kate realized that she had been attacked in her own home. On the nightstand was a blindfold; next to it a single red rose in a vase. A note was attached. A woman's handwriting was on the note. It read, "We love you". Then on a line underneath it said, "I love you". It was signed "V". What little anger Kate had left from the abduction and rape was gone. The perpetrators cared for her and were giving her obvious clues to their identity. They said they loved her. The woman said she loved her. Kate already knew that. Her kisses had told her so. Kate realized that she had never been in danger. They had a game and she had been invited to play. Kate picked up the phone and dialed the number of her prime suspect. Captured A goddess is only human, after all. (Sequel to "Primitive") "Somebody needs to bring you down a peg," said Ford, eyeing my naked breasts with a lusty sneer. "Oh, really? I suppose you think you're the man for the job?" I stood on the opposite side of the crude hut, arched my back to offer my tits for his scrutiny. His fingers curled at his sides. He was itching to get his hands on me, but he knew better than to touch me without permission. Just yesterday he had tried it, and four warrior tribesmen had burst into the hut and hauled him out spread-eagled, staked his four limbs to the ground and left him there all night. I had checked on him every hour to make sure he wasn't suffering too badly, but the stoical Captain Ford Sanders refused to ask for water, or mercy. And he refused to apologize. "I need you, Katie. Say the word." He glanced over to the hammock and I knew exactly what he was thinking... One day last week I had been napping in the hammock when he had awakened me in the most delectable fashion. Naked except for a bright-flowered scarf tied around my hips, my legs parted, I lay diagonally on the taut hammock—the only way you can sleep in a hammock without waking up with a broken back. Ford had crept into the hut, knelt on the soft earth before me, pushed my thighs apart with gentle hands, and licked my delicate pussy to arousal so gently that I thought I was dreaming. As I stirred to consciousness, my hips squirming in a seductive grind, the rhythm of the caresses of his rough tongue quickened on my dancing clit. I was surprised to realize that the musical tones that pierced through the fog of my dream-like desire were my own passionate moans. "What do you think you're doing?" I demanded breathlessly, snagging my fingers in his long hair, clutching him to my drenched sex. It was a rhetorical question, but he pulled his mouth away to answer, leaving my throbbing clit exposed to the tropical air. "Giving you what you've been wanting since we ran aground on this god-forsaken island." He breathed a raspy chuckle that wafted like a warm zenith over the flat plane of my belly. "Well, stop talking about it, then, and give it to me." I hooked a long leg over his shoulder, claiming his body for myself. I already knew how satisfying his hard cock could be; now I would find out what my most rebellious subject could do with his beautiful mouth. He buried his nose in my mound, teasing himself with the scent of my moist cunt, and teasing me by not returning his attentions to my solitary clit. Then he stroked the wet folds of my pussy with the flat blade of his tongue, probing the entrance to that moist secret place with the tip of his tongue, making me mad with longing. "Dammit, Ford, you know what I want. Don't make me wait any longer." "Or what? You'll have your handmaidens torture me by rubbing my cock or sticking their fingers in my ass? Ha! Throw me in that briar patch!" I was about to release a string of epithets, most of which I had learned during my two months aboard his now defunct sailing ship, but just then he began to flicker his talented tongue over my clit, coaxing it out to play again, sucking it into his warm mouth, drawing on it with gentle, rhythmic pressure until I came with a shuddering spasm, lifting my hips from the swaying hammock, while Ford's lips never released their hold on my quivering sex. Oh, he had turned me into a wanton slut that day, had drawn me to the dirt floor onto my back where he entered me easily, pulling my legs up onto his shoulders, and fucking me deeply while he clutched my thighs as if I were nothing more than a tool for his lust, afterwards reaching under me to smooth his rough hand along the voluptuous curve of my ass. And I had been too gone in my own lust to demand that he address me as "Goddess Malina," or that he first ask permission on bended knee for my much sought-after attention. He was the only man on the island who could get away with such blasphemy. And now he was back, eyeing that hammock and my mouth-watering breasts, ready for another session with the goddess. "You need me? But I don't need you, Ford. There are men all over this island who would do anything just to kiss my feet. You're too demanding. You want to kiss...everything else." I chuckled mischievously, and Ford scowled, sky-blue eyes darkening to slate. "Those savages can't satisfy you. I can." He was right, but I would never admit it to him. Besides, I was enjoying watching his frustrated cock rise beneath the scrap of fabric that used to be trousers but now served as more of a loin cloth. A little more teasing, a little more ogling of my full, swaying tits, and his hard-on would be peeking out from under that cloth. "Come here," I said, crooking my finger. He crossed the room in three strides, reaching out to grab my enticing breasts, but I cautioned him with a look. "Hands at your sides," I commanded. With an effort, he obeyed. I reached under the loose flap of fabric and curled my fingers around his stiff cock. "Mmmm...is this for me?" "Dammit, Katie—" "Katie?" "Malina, whatever. I don't care what your name is, I just want to get my cock inside your pussy." I swiped my thumb across the head of his cock to gather the juices that had collected there, then ran my hand down the length of his shaft to the base, distributing the slick wetness over it. Then out to the tip again, circling my thumb just under the swollen head, watching his jaw clench, his eyes darken like a sky before the storm, his hands twitching at his sides as he controlled his desire to touch me. "I know what you want, lover." I chuckled at the way his hips thrust against my roving hand. "Then why do you tease me like this?" he gritted. I smiled, leaned up to press a light kiss on his hard mouth. "Because I can." Laughing, I deftly unknotted the scarf that barely covered my bottom and my own swelling sex, and quickly tied the me-scented fabric around his eyes. He fought valiantly to keep his hands at his sides. He knew that my fiercely devoted bodyguards and worshippers were within the sound of my voice, and he was not ready to risk another night staked to the ground. "Please, Malina, fuck me again." He wasn't allowed to touch me without permission, but nothing said he couldn't beg shamelessly. I continued to laugh softly, circling him as he stood there like a helpless, forlorn pup, his huge cock trembling at attention, stringy drops dribbling from its engorged head. I let my fingertips trail lightly over his belly, his buttocks, his back, his nipples, as I circled him the way a predator circles its prey. "Fuck you? Aren't you getting a little greedy, Ford?" "Anything, please, I beg you. Just play with my cock some more." It was as if being hidden behind the mask of my scarf liberated him to make his pleas without embarrassment, to cast aside his defenses and throw himself on my mercy. "You beg me? You like groveling before your goddess?" "No!" he ground out harshly. Well, perhaps he still clung to some of his defenses. I knew how to fix that. I seized a bamboo stick from a corner of the hut. I had never used it on anyone, but Nema had insisted that I keep it to punish disobedient subjects. The arcing cane split the air with a hiss and landed with a crack on Ford's naked ass. Stunned, his legs buckled and he dropped to his knees on the dirt floor. I was surprised at my own strength, and thrilled by my power. "You like to beg and plead to your goddess Malina?" I demanded again. "Dammit, Katie—" I let the cane fly again, slicing into the taut flesh of his buttocks. His back arched like a bow and he sucked in a racking breath that spoke his exquisite pain. I say exquisite, because I noticed that his dripping cock was even harder than before, the skin stretched tight to bursting, the purple veins distended. My mouth watered. I would love to feel that large inflated vein wobbling against my tongue. But I had other things to attend to just now. A vengeful goddess really can't be distracted, not even for a diamond-cutter of a hard-on that has her name written all over it. "Now, then, Ford, let me ask you again. Do you like to beg the goddess for her favors?" Just to speed up the process—Ford can be a very stubborn man—I reached down and scraped the two red welts on his buttocks with my long fingernails. "Aiieee---yes! Hell, yes, Malina, you know I love to beg you!" "Then do it." "Please, Malina. I'll take whatever you can give me. I would love to drink your come again, like I did before." The bastard knew that would get to me. My pussy started creaming with the thought of his mouth sipping my copious juices. "Presumptuous!" I whipped the bamboo stick against the wall of the hut, and Ford's cock flinched in a conditioned response. "What makes you think I would let you lick me again?" "I'll give you whatever you want, Malina. Do you want my cock in your cunt?" Oh, he knew what I liked to hear, knew that the memory of his shaft buried deep inside me would make the walls of my pussy clench in greedy desire. "Whatever I want?" I stood behind him, eased my hands down over his shoulders to nip the two sun-browned nipples until their tiny tips hardened. He groaned, pressed his head back against my feverish tits, knowing that pressure would thrill me. "Yes, anything. God, I can smell you, Malina. Can smell your sweet pussy. Let me touch you." I increased my pinching of his nipples with a vengeance, and he writhed under my hands. When he tried to turn his head, his mouth open like a baby bird to suck my breast, I squeezed harder still, gripping the small buds of his nipples to control my wayward lover. Each grasping tweak drew deep groans from him, and each groan drew a responding spasm from my swelling cunt. I slipped my hip-scarf from around his face. "Turn around," I commanded. "You may touch me now. I want your fingers in my cunt." Ford was only too eager to obey and satisfy his tactile needs. Kneeling before me, he drove two stiffened fingers into my soaked grasping tunnel, braced me with his other hand behind my bottom while I bounced and rocked onto his hand, dancing on my toes in the dirt. I dug my nails into his hard shoulders, bit back a scream, and came like Niagara Falls on his hand. "Let me lick you now, Katie—goddess," he whispered hoarsely. Running my fingers through his hair as if he were my possession, I said, "Lick your fingers." He was too desperate not to comply with my every command. Knowing that he could earn my favor by his obedience, he slid his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked them hungrily, all the while looking up at me with those cloudy-blue eyes that belied the subservience of his kneeling posture. Those eyes told me that I would soon be his, regardless of the bowing and scraping, begging and kneeling. There was nothing docile in that hooded, glowering stare. And my pussy tightened and clenched anew in luscious trepidation. "What do you want now, goddess? Hungry for my cock?" I despised that knowing look of his. Just thinking of the heady flavor of his cock made me salivate, but, dammit, he was supposed to be dancing to my tune, not the other way around. "No." I clapped my hands twice and within seconds one of my beautiful small-breasted handmaidens came into the hut. I left Ford kneeling in the dirt while I lay back on my hammock and let my young attendant massage coconut oil onto my breasts until they shone. Of course Ford couldn't take his eyes off her gentle hands gliding over my golden skin, and I kept my eye on his cock. He didn't disappoint me; his cock remained erect and his straying hand sought that pulsating rod. I let him grasp his hard cock and pump it two or three times before I said, "Leave it alone." "God, Katie," he groaned deeply, but let his hand drop to his side. Meanwhile I turned over on my stomach and let the girl rub oil onto my back and over my buttocks until the skin was misty with the sheen of oil and sweat. I watched Ford's face, delighting in the painful desire that his heavy eyelids could not disguise. I gave the girl a look and she knelt in the corner of the hut, ready to attend me again if I desired. She kept her eyes down, but there was no doubt in my mind that she would manage to sneak a look at her beloved goddess if given half a chance. I rose from the hammock and stood in front of Ford again. The close air in the hut was heady with the scent of coconut oil, my juices, and the male aroma of Ford's sweat and sex. "Get on the hammock. On your back." I admired the sinews of Ford's broad shoulders, his taut ass with its two red horizontal stripes, the long muscled thighs. I wanted to thank some all-powerful being for having such a beautiful male body at my disposal, but since I was the deity on this island, who could I thank? I guess that's what they mean when they say it's lonely at the top. The hammock began to sway sideways gently as I climbed on top of Ford and enveloped his cock in my ready cunt. "Give me your tits," he growled, reaching his hands to cup my full breasts, seizing the nipples roughly and pulling me towards him. "It's not your place to tell the goddess—" "Shut up, Katie, and give me your tits." I whimpered at the tight pain and my body followed my nipples as he lifted his head to take both of those rose-colored buds in his mouth at once, squeezing my breasts together. The sensation of his hungry mouth feeding on both my nipples made my pussy contract around that solid muscle inside me, and I gyrated my hips over his, trying to waylay my orgasm and at the same time wanting to feel his pulsing cock touch every part of my smooth cunt, from the swelling clit to the G-spot, which--when encountered--switched off my brain and made me forget that I was anything but an animal, made for sex. Ford paused in his feasting on my breasts and nodded his head in the direction of my young attendant, whom I had completely forgotten was kneeling in the corner. "Get rid of her. I don't really like performing for an audience." He was certainly quick to give orders to the resident goddess! But he had, after all, been captain of a ship for several years and was used to commanding and being obeyed. In the present instance, I could forgive his domineering behavior, since I, too, was impatient to have him fucking me with the controlled abandon that I knew he was capable of. I climbed out of the hammock (easier said than done when your toes are caught in the mesh), and guided the maiden to the door, making sure it was closed and latched behind her. I turned around, ready to spear my twinging cunt once again on Ford's accommodating erection. But he was right there behind me, and before I could even let out a gasp of surprise, he shoved his scrap of a loin cloth into my mouth and swiftly wrapped it around behind my head and wrenched it tight. I shrieked behind my gag, but all sound was muffled. I stretched my fingers to claw at his face, but he captured both my hands, jerked them behind my back, and, looping my hip scarf around my wrists, yanked it taut in an unyielding knot. Damn sailors and their damn knots! I kept up my muted and unintelligible cries. But my handmaiden had seen what Ford and I were doing; if anyone outside heard me at all, she would tell them that the goddess Malina was known to make such noises in the throes of passion. Ford spun me around, shoved me to my knees on the ground. I tried to cry out the names of my bodyguards, but my lips were stretched wide around the gag; my tongue was useless, and could not form words. "If I could keep you from screaming, Katie, I wouldn't use the gag. I'd just stick my cock in your throat." He grabbed a fistful of my hair and turned my face to his raging hard cock. I lifted my furious gaze to his and with my eyes told them that if he stuck his cock in my mouth, I would bite it off. He got the message, and chuckled hoarsely, undaunted by the sileny fury I expressed. He reclined on his side on the hammock, propped on one elbow, one knee cocked up on the mesh, and, with one long leg stretched over the edge of the hammock and one toe on the ground, he tipped the hammock into a lazy swing. The more I struggled at the scarf on my wrists, the more knotted it became. And Ford lay there indolently watching me thrash about, enjoying every jiggle and bounce of my breasts as I twisted and contorted in my indelicate ballet. I continued to scream until my throat was raw, and he waited, a paragon of patience, his face an insolent smirk. My breath came in ragged wheezes through my nose, my breasts lifting as I hauled in lungfuls of air. Once I stopped fighting my bonds and stopped cursing (okay, I was still cursing mentally), I became aware that the gag in my mouth tasted like the redolent mixture of Ford's male sweat and briny semen. My eyes still conveyed my rage. Even in my ire, I could not resist the visual feasting on Ford's hard male body, stretched so languorously on the hammock, the curves and indentations of his shoulders and biceps, the two flattened planes of his pectoral muscles, the ripples of his belly as he moved his foot along the floor to keep the hammock in slow motion, the wiry dark hair that called out to my fingers with the need to touch. And then of course, that beautiful hard cock pointing toward his abdomen as if to display itself so proudly, the way male animals of every species flaunt their sex for the female. And the heavy sac that dangled against his thigh, leathery, brown, enticing. I pressed my tongue against the musky fabric of his loin cloth in my mouth. I must have been delirious, making myself weary with my futile exertions, to even think of desiring that man. But my traitorous cunt, which always told the truth, craved his cock and nothing else. "Now that you're through with your tantrum," he began, still smirking victoriously, "maybe you're ready to listen to reason." I shrugged my shoulders to let him know I had no other choice but to listen to his inane lecture. "Good. I'll get right to the point. You've been a complete bitch these last two weeks, Katie, ever since we were washed ashore of this little paradise." I lifted my eyebrows, challenging him to explain himself. "Teasing me, playing your power games, strutting around here topless and then making me ask permission just to touch you, when you know you want me as much as I want you." I tried to look bored, and let my gaze wander off. "You are a goddess sometimes, Katie. But don't forget you're a woman, A mortal being. And the only reason you're not dead now is because I saved your life." I fixed my eyes on him in a challenge, and expelled a sardonic "Ha!" around my gag. "I don't think you've ever thanked me for hauling your body to shore when we went overboard in the storm." He was right about that. I had never even thought about how we came ashore on the island. But of course, it was Ford who had clung to my lifeless body when we plunged into the sea and I took in lungfuls of water. "Now, I'm not expecting gratitude. Well, not that much," he went on. "But I'm fed up with your superior attitude. And as I said when I came in here, somebody needs to take you down a peg." So that's what this was all about. He'd come in here with every intention of subduing me, had played along with my demands until he had the opportunity to get me into this present condition: bound and gagged. "Bastard!" I screamed, but my curse was incoherent. "I think it's time that gorgeous ass of yours got the punishment it deserves." "You're not going to fuck me in the ass!" I ranted unintelligibly, renewing my struggles against my bindings. Captured He reached for the bamboo cane that I had tossed on the floor. I froze. My eyes must have gone wide with terror, because Ford laughed and said, "If you're going to dish it out, Katie, you ought to be able to take it. Now come here." Fear shimmied down my spine and my thighs turned to jelly. However, my knowing pussy, which has a mind of its own, responded by flexing its walls and preparing itself with renewed secretions of aromatic fluid. I decided to let my darling cunt have its way, since it was clear that Ford had the upper hand anyway. I stumbled to my feet—Ford didn't bother to try to help me, the unchivalrous bastard. He sat on the edge of the hammock, and I stood facing him, and he put his hands on my waist to turn me roughly a quarter turn to the right. "Bend over." I bent at the waist, and luckily he clutched one heavy breast in his hand to balance and support me, or I would have pitched forward on my face in the dirt. "Legs apart," he commanded, tapping the insides of my thighs with the stick, lightly scraping the swollen lips of my pussy with the rough nodes on the bamboo. "When I'm finished," he said, "you'll thank me. And not just for saving your life." I shut my eyes tight when I heard the shushing of the cane as it split the air, the crack of the fibrous wood—but not on my tensed and waiting bottom. Or my legs, or even my pussy. He must have hit the stick on the pole that supported the hammock, for I felt nothing except the rush of air behind me, the tension in my bottom, and the crying disappointment of my cunt, which had been anticipating the crack of the cane with expectant joy. He swung the cane again, and again the hiss of its arcing motion, but no pain for me. Ford chuckled when I flinched. "No, I don't want to mar that flawless ass of yours, Katie. Not with the cane anyway. I prefer my handprints for an autograph. Over my knee." Again pulling on one puckered nipple, his other arm around my hips, he pulled me onto his lap, and I fell across his knees indecorously. "Move your hands up," he ordered, for I had already begun trying to protect my bottom with my hands tied behind my back. I obeyed his command. He started by slapping the bottoms of my cheeks, where my ass curves into my thighs. Instinctively, I drew my legs together to protect my tender pussy. "No, Katie, legs apart. Your pussy needs spanking, too." Again, I complied, willing myself not to think, to let my lusty cunt rule my responses (why fight it? I figured). The smacks grew harder as his hand scaled up my bottom, spanking both cheeks. The pain accumulated as he layered one vicious stroke on top of another. My bottom was on fire, and I imagined it looked it, too. It certainly felt as if it was blazing scarlet. He paused in his smacking blows, scratched my tender raw flesh with his fingernails. I moaned in torturous delight. "That's right, Katie. You're a beautiful goddess, especially when I'm fucking you. But right now, you're a woman who needs to be reminded that she's only human." He renewed my spanking, this time alternating between painful sharp smacks up high on my flanks and softer slaps below on my wet cunt. His hand moved back and forth, from high to low over my bottom, until I was writhing over his knee. Each time he struck a stinging blow to the tops of my butt cheeks, I sucked in air through my nose. Each smarting whack to my pussy drew groans of tormented pleasure from my throat. "Now it's your turn to beg. You want me to stop?" I meant to nod my head, but instead I shook it side to side in a negative response. That's what I get for letting my cunt do the talking! Ford laughed in delight, and lifting his foot from the ground, he let the hammock rock and sway. My toes came off the ground and I was suspended in the air, swaying, flying, even as I was supported by Ford's strong thighs, and his hand across my back and gripping my waist. The spanking began again, more intense than ever. My bottom would be bruised much worse than if he had struck me with the cane, I thought. But the primitive sounds from my throat told the tale: I wanted this. Ford continued to paddle my ass with his hard palm, and I continued to grind my cunt over his thigh; I could feel on his muscled leg the liquid that had trickled from my sweet wet pussy. With each swing of the hammock, each crack of his hand on my ass or my swollen cunt, my pussy surged with the longing to achieve that state of supreme release. All the elements came together: Ford's laughter, the swaying hammock, my freedom from the responsibility of pretending to be a divine ruler, the coarse Ford-flavored gag in my mouth, and his harsh hand, punishing me, delivering me to that heaven where I could be a real goddess, at least for a moment. All these elements converged, culminating in an orgasm that was both clitoral and deep within the walls of my cunt, wthin and without, physical and spiritual . . . and heavenly. When the paddling stopped, and my breathing slowed, he gently lowered me to the ground on my knees. So relieved and sated when the blows stopped, I had no strength left to fight or to wonder what came next. I soon found out, though, when he stood behind me, bent me at the waist, and pushed me face-first over the hammock. My nipples and the soft flesh of my breasts oozed through the mesh of the hammock like clay through a sieve. He knelt behind me, nudged my thighs further apart with his knee, and drove his cock into me with one deep vicious thrust. I came immediately with that first brutal plunge, and continued to come while he pumped and rammed his cock home. He wrapped my long red hair twice around one hand, and with the other hand he grasped my bound wrists, and rode me like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco. I tried to say don't stop, but of course my words could not be heard. It didn't matter; he knew what I wanted. It was obvious by the way I responded to each of his thrusts by slamming my ass back against his middle, as if I would take his cock deep into my womb. His cock pulsed and swelled inside me as he came, and he growled incoherent animal noises that spoke to the primal woman in me. Afterwards, he caressed my stinging bottom, then lifted me from the floor, untied my bonds and curled into the hammock with me at his side. I reached up to slip the cloth gag from my mouth, and started to speak. "I don't know what came over me—" "Shhh,"" he whispered, quieting me. "Be still, woman, or I'll put that gag back on." I obeyed, snuggling into him, resting my head in the dip between his chest and shoulder. "Goddess," I corrected, and I heard the chuckle rumble up from his belly. "Goddess," he agreed. Readers: Please vote if you liked the story! Feedback by e-mail is welcome, too. Thanks, Sabrina Captured Her feminine ankles matched her wrists, bound in coarse rope, harsh against her skin. As the soldier carried her delicate body, the tight ropes twisted; rubbing her flesh and creating sores with every movement. It might have been painful, had she been conscious to feel it. Sunk into the soldiers broad arms like a child being carried, her braid of smooth russet hair nearly scraped at the cold stone floor beneath them, her feminine helmet of armor still in tact on her head, where a thin line of dried blood seeped from her hairline onto her soft face. Her peach plump lips parted slightly, taking in small breaths below the thin curve of her nose. Her olive eyes were closed ever so lightly, in her sound and forced sleep. Her long boots had already been stripped from her small bare feet, and the sleeve of her dark leather top had been cut at the shoulder, leaving her neckline slightly visible under the thin metal weaves of chain that vested around her top, and in another layer wrapped around the waist of her dark pants like a skirt. Another soldier waited alongside opened doors down the corridor of this dark, cold, stone castle. He stared at the unconscious girl with a small smile before they proceeded in, where a third man looked over opened scrolls, placed over the cold table surrounded by dancing torchlight. He did not look like a soldier, wearing soft silk robes over his long body, clinging to his undulated torso, hugging the tone of his muscle. His hair was dark to his shoulders, curving around his strong handsome face, where he hid part of himself under a small mask that only covered the left potion of his face, curving to leave his nose and chin visible, and under the thin but tight fitting mask there was a dark cloth patch over his left eye, completely aligned with the dark right eye on the other side of his face. "Lord Talos." One of the guards addressed him, causing him to silently look up. Talos's cold stare rested on the girl, and his eyes grew with anxiety and excitement, in a way that made it seem he was surprised by her sudden appearance as he rose to his feet. He had been waiting for her, this girl. Talos pushed some of his scrolls aside and motioned for the soldiers to place her on the stone table, and he looked over her cautiously as the soldiers stepped aside, but then Talos too, suddenly stepped back away from her, as if he felt even unconscious, she was unapproachable. "Remove her armor." Talos ordered. The soldiers quickly complied, unhooking the chain that surrounded her body and the helmet protecting her already injured delicate head. "How did you manage this?" Talos asked excitedly as he went back to her, running his hand over the tight lumps within her shirt that were her breasts. "We ambushed her party while they were on their way to Isinflo castle." One of the soldiers explained proudly, "When we discovered she was among them, we knew you would want her." "You've done well." Talos replied, "collect your reward from Lady Mara." "Thank you Lord Talos." One of the soldiers said happily. Talos stared down at the girl as he listened to the sounds of the guards exiting. Excitement filled him as he looked over his quarry with cold eyes, she looked so helpless now, without her armor, but he knew better, she was not helpless, he would have to be careful with her, he would have to ensure she stay helpless. He leaned over her face and felt her soft breathing against his chin, taking in her aroma, even through the faint scent of blood she smelled sweet and alluring, and as he came up he tapped her face with firm strikes of his palm, wanting to wake her now, wanting her to know where she was, but much to his chagrin, she lay still, without flinching once. But Talos was not deterred by her lack of movement, he had been waiting for this, for a long time, and he swore he would enjoy every moment he had to torment his newest prisoner. He withdrew a sharp blade, hanging off the wall near many others, and he ran the sharp end over the lines of her clothing, wondering where he wanted to start. Noticing the tear in her shirt he found it just as good as any place, and with ease and care he cut her shirt from her body, watching in amusement as he revealed her round breasts and pointed nipples that had been hiding, tucked tightly away in the tight leather, so tightly it almost appeared she didn't possess such wonderful breasts, and now he wondered just how she was able to breath as he took one firmly into his head and felt the gentle weight of it, rolling her perky nipple in his fingers, delighted at how it became a hard ball against his touch. She would like his touch, and if she didn't, she would tolerate it, this he was certain of. He moved on to remove the scraps of her top completely, and raised her already bound hands over her head, wanting to see the slant of her ribs against her thin waist and stretch of her breasts. He ran his hands over her chest again, and touched her neck, looking for a response in her, but other than the stiffened peaks of her peach nipples there was little sign that she was coherent, even in her unconscious mind. Talos carefully cut her pants away, beginning with her leggings, revealing the slender length of her feminine form, and then the narrow curve of her hips, and when he found the soft place between her thighs and found it smooth, with the small patch of hair stripped from it, a slight laughter escaped him and he felt a throbbing in his groin, aroused by the discovery. He had heard of women who wore the breasts of their cunt so smooth but he had never actually encountered one. "You vixen." He remarked, deciding to cut the ropes from her ankles, the sensations moving through his own body daring him to spread her legs, and he did, just enough to see the lips of her smooth pussy, still closed before him, but a simple touch of his thumb parted the pink swells, and from there he wanted more. His hands began to wander her smooth flesh hungrily, other than the abrasion within her hairline she seemed so entirely perfect and unscarred, could this really be the dangerous woman he had been waiting for? It didn't seem to matter now, not while he was moving his strong tongue over the crevice of her rounded, inward belly button, working his way over her breasts, making her nipples even tighter as he tasted and took in the sweet ways of her skin. He ran his tongue over her neck and rested his mouth over hers, forcing her lips apart and pushing his tongue deep within her waiting mouth. Talos felt her take in a deep breath through her nose and felt her chest heave against his hand. Was she waking up? He certainly hoped so. He pulled his face from hers and watched intently, but she still showed no sign of waking even with the troubled crease developing in her perfect brow. He began to touch her hair, running his hand through it, loosening the long braid and removing the tie that held it, and as he did this, his free hand instinctively stretched the length of her body, his fingers tickling her inner thighs, her legs still open for him. He traced his fingers over the soft openings of her center, opening her more, moving his hand down the center of her swelling lips, waiting for that pleasant moisture he desired to bathe his wandering fingers in. He felt her hips move ever so slightly on his hand, her body knowing his touch even as she did not. He moved the hand from her hair and then over her breasts, wanting them to swell with passion, her nipples to tighten until they ached, and while he waited he pressed his mouth over hers again, forcing in his deep kiss, massaging her tongue that lightly reacted under the pressure. Her body jolted somewhat when he forced one finger into her moistening pussy, exploring the chamber within her, he studied her face again, and she was more expressive now, as if lost in a deep dream. Soon he would make her dream of him, and he hoped they might be terrible dreams. A second finger slipped through the tight gap, oh how very deliciously tight she was, and the ever growing liquid cream surrounded his finger, urging him to force a second finger through, and he did, exploring her more widely, opening her to his touch until... yet another discovery, a barrier, just hidden within her chamber, a barrier not yet broken. His dangerous little vixen was a virgin! The excitement overwhelmed him and he forced himself to ease away from her boundary, refusing to break it with his hand, and he fought the urge to remove his throbbing erection from the soft silk it moved against for the sole purpose of shoving it through her barrier and riding her like a rabid stallion. His excitement was overwhelming, he thought of calling upon one of the many willing women within his fortress to relieve him, save the prize before him for later, savoring her, but he quickly found his desire was unmanageable, and as he continued to touch the moistening place between her thighs, controlling himself from pushing forward. A small moan escaped her. The sound brought him to reach under his wide, loosely fitting pants, exposing his own throbbing organ. He excitedly moved onto the table, looming over her as he continued to touch her growing dampness, she was wet now, he wanted her body to feel the pleasure he could bring. He pressed his aching erection carefully between the lips of her center, letting her juices coat the hot muscle he so terribly wished to relieve. He ran the head between the open fold of her pussy, continuously using his fingers, wanting to open her. His body shook in fits as he controlled himself, and for a moment he feared his own body would turn itself against him, defying his wishes, just the same as he imagined his young captive's body was responding now. Talos kissed her again, attempting to relive some of the mounding tension as the weight of his strong erection pressed further against her opening hole. He used both hands now to hold her breasts, squeezing them tightly as her body began to shift beneath him, he watched her face intently as he slid his organ against her, more and more, waiting for any sign that she would awaken, how wonderful it would be if she were to regain consciousness now, he imagined the look on her delicate face, if she were to open her eyes just in time to feel him push inside of her, filling her, to a place no one has ever reached. The excitement of his thoughts ran over him as he squeezed her breasts even tighter, becoming lost in the feeling in the peaks of her nipples hard between his fingers, and he was lost in his own pleasures, exploring this creature. When her body arched again, the liquid cream flowing from her, over his erection in a magnificent way, he was entirely taken off guard over the excitement and without hesitation the sensitive head of his noble organ slipped inside her, luckily he thought, not to far, but the new sensation of her chasm tightly holding him there, was tantalizing. He refused to remove from his newfound comfort, edging the head in and out so smoothly, feeling the gracefully tight space. She moaned beneath him as he suddenly ejaculated, barely within her walls, her own body responding, reaching another soft climax. He found it so desirable the way her body had welcomed him, so perfect he thought, and he watched her, holding her tightly as he felt the shift in her hips against him, following the soft moan. He watched her bright eyes pierce him as they snapped open under the sensations of her body and the weight of his, and he watched as her pupils dilated momentarily before her eyes rolled back and she had consciously left him again. It didn't matter. She had looked upon him, he decided she knew where she was, and he hoped her dark dreams would torment her as she thought of all the things he was capable of doing to her. Her naked body his to use how he wanted, when he wanted. He wondered if she would understand, why he wanted to torment her so, of course she would; it would be unacceptable if she didn't remember him. The way he had thought of her, for long years now, she must remember him. It was not difficult for Talos to know this was his prize; this girl was his prize for waiting so long. He had burned the image of her face into his memory, her beautiful face, and now that she was older and her fine features had matured it gave him so many filthy ideas. A year before he might have taken her life quickly, but now he fully appreciated himself for deciding to keep her for a while. Even in her forced sleep from the blow to her head he could still smell her scent, her sweet scent that told him she was already his, in any form he pleased, and he lusted after the idea of training her, making her know she had no choice, her body would never allow her defiance and neither would he. Captured Then I would use my thumb and index finger in an up-side down V position, gently exposing your clitoris to my attention as I blow a tingling breeze across you silken folds. Then as the ripples of sensation course down your legs and then back up your spine to your head, your nipples harden in anticipation as you bite your lip and extend your hands to caress the hair on my head. The change of temperature and the rush of blood shifts through your body and begins to swell to the focal point you know is only seconds away of being enveloped by my succulent lips and the dance is about to begin. Time seems to slow. What seems like an eternity passes in mere seconds as you feel my hot lips caress the outer folds of your vagina..... Dizziness swells from within you travelling to your head as ALL your body senses travel between your legs awaiting in queue their chance to run amongst the clouds. Your hand grips my hair firmly as I make special contact with my broad tongue against your hardened clitoris. I simply press gently against you, feeling pulsating throbs erupting within you. A quite moan escapes you as your senses reel deliciously. You close your eyes and revel in this moment, tilting your head back as your body now loses control and you become a slave to your desire.... your desire to be free. I have embraced your senses wholly through your loins. With a passionate kiss.... your heat is amazing... transferring into me... filling me with the same desire... the desire to be free..... I quickly undo my zipper of my jeans. My tongue releases its pressure on your love button and I slowly withdraw the seal of my lips from you hot moist pussy, the atmospheric change hits you like a cool spring.... your nipples burn with the thrill and you open your eyes and look down at me, a cheeky wink is all you get before a devour you again. Tremors build within your stomach as my tongue invites your clitoris to dance. My mouth (appearing huge) takes your lips in my own and pashes strongly with the hardened desire of my penis as I work him nicely out of sight. The tango starts nicely at an even tempo, you body can not deny the need to join in even as a spectator to the wonders generating from you pelvis. Your thighs begin to move in response and now both hands are caressing my head, urging me to continue on. The waves of heated desire pulsating through you, course up your spine and back to your toes as you ride each crashing wave.... My tongue has created an intimate moment with you and you smile to yourself at the sensation of silkiness on you. You notice a new sensation as I begin to suck you slowly and the process grows, further intensifying the blood to your swollen lips.....The pash that you do not want to end. You tilt your pelvis up allowing me more opportunity to show you how much I have missed you. The sensation of a climax is churning..... Swelling and you show me the way to your delight. With this I sense the rising of the tide and know that blissfulness is not far away....... you moan in acceptance of the finale as you relish in wave of building wave of ecstasy..... Delicious hot waves...... my hot flesh now stiff and hard..... Ready for his engagement with you swelling, soaking and silky pussy. You long for this release..... For you have been starved for far too long and now upon the apex of this tidal event you yell out aloud as the convoluting reaction of your abdomen begins to generate the delicious sensation you want so badly. You bite your lip in anticipation, your thoughts drift to your pussy being filled by my hot flesh. Your nipples burn with the heat of your desire. Hands clenched hard against my head, as you ride through the sensation multiplying second upon second..... Your nectar runs freely from you, I am consumed by it and I ache to penetrate your being and becoming one with you. My desire to please you, out ways my greediness. The rhythm picks up tempo, almost a frenzy of need. We are both now slaves to the dance of lust. You grab your breast to release to burning heat swelling and you fell just how hard you nipple is against your palm. The wash of passion explodes against your hand driving you mad with pleasure. A giddy grin comes across your face as you lose yourself further in the moment. Your pelvis rocks strongly and the sensual feeling of my mouth working you send thrills though out you, my tongue hungry against your magic button. Then all of a sudden with the impending orgasm you know that is coming your way like a speeding bullet, you feel the earth move. With gyrating hips you uncontrollably mash your vagina against my face as you feel your skin ripple with the desire about to pull you apart from within. Then with the sudden impact of 10 lightening strikes, you contract internally. Your legs clenching my head in a vice. Throwing your head back as body arches as you cum hard against my face. The sensation drives throughout your like a cold shower, but this shower is of bliss and lust. Your body quakes as each wave breaches you internally. Muscles flexing, and contracting as they are doused in your womanly juices. Just as wave after wave or your orgasm channels, and I feel the pulsating throb of your clit on my tongue I suck you into my mouth harder bringing on a more intense orgasmic feeling driving you to the brink of your senses. You gasp aloud as this new wave cleanses your soul and fills you completely. The feeling of your throbbing, swollen pussy against my hot mouth drives me to madness as I feel the last waves or your climax ebb from your body. You muscles start to relax and your breathing starts to slow. Slowly I release you from my lips. The air washes around you moisten vagina sending additional thrills through your cramping body. I stand in front of you seeing your legs limply splayed apart send a rush of blood into my already hardened manhood with an evil grin I begin to lower myself towards you..... Captured "You know what I don't like about her," said Anita, the tall statuesque blonde, "is that she thinks she is better than the rest of us." "I'll second that," said Carol as she sipped on her wine, while sitting in Anita's family room. "Well," said Cindy the redhead, "I think her problem is that she and her husband don't have enough sex." The three women laughed out loud as Carol said, "Well, to listen to the ice queen, Miss Lisa, she said, 'women just don't need sex like men do.'" The three laughed again. "She always acts so prim and proper," added Cindy, "I wonder if that woman has ever even had an orgasm?" "Surely she has had them when she masturbates," added Carol. Anita laughed and said, "I don't believe she would soil her fingers. Too messy. She is such a priss. She is always looking down her nose at us. Like her shit doesn't stink." All three women laughed hysterically at that last comment. As they drank the wine was having its desired effect. "Wouldn't Miss Priss just shit, if she knew about our bi-sexual games." "Oh she'd have a cow," offered up Cindy. "But I have a feeling," added Carol, "that if she ever had an orgasm with us she'd be hooked." The women laughed again as Anita added, "That would be the day." Suddenly the room became quiet. The three looked at each other as Cindy said, "How could we do it?" The three thought for a bit and then Anita said, "I know. You know my husband has that old trunk of magic tricks he used to do when he was back on college. Well, we invite her over and we start doing a few tricks. We all take turns and then I'll say I need a volunteer to tie up and blind fold for the next trick. When we get Miss Priss tied and blindfolded we carry her into the bedroom, tie her down, and have at her." There was a long silence and Carol said, "Let's do it." The plan was set for next Saturday afternoon when the men would be out golfing. The men left at one p.m. and Carol and Cindy arrived at Anita's at one fifteen. They got everything into place and then the doorbell rang at one thirty. In walked the ice queen herself. The four women exchanged greetings and began talking. The wine flowed freely and soon Cindy said, "You know that Junior League Talent Sow is coming up in a month and wouldn't be fun to do a magic show with your husbands old stuff." Anita looked surprised and said, "Great idea! I'll get the stuff and we can check it out." Soon all four women were looking at the tricks. They took turns trying them and even Lisa got involved. Anita looked at the book and read the instructions for the tricks and the other three women did them. After about twenty minutes Anita said, "Here is an escape trick. We start by tying someone hands in front of them. Lisa, let Carol tie your hands." Lisa shrugged and put her hands out. Once the ice queen was secured Anita said, "Now the subject is to be blindfolded." The blindfold was put in place. Anita kept reading as the women got in position and before she knew what was happening the three women pounced on the unsuspecting ice queen. She struggled but the women had her in tow. Suddenly Lisa felt herself being lifted and carried out of the family room. She struggled but it was useless. Resigned to the silly game her friends were playing, Lisa became rude and sarcastic. Soon she was place on the bed. She felt her hands stretched out and tied over her head and at the same time her legs were tied, spread eagle to the footboard of the bed. "Very funny ladies" Lisa said, "Keep your day jobs." Suddenly Lisa felt hands beginning to unbutton her blouse. "What are you doing?" she demanded. She struggled against the ropes but realized there was no way out. When she felt her bra being removed she really struggled and even cursed the three women who just laughed. "Oh my," said Anita, "what lovely beasts she has." With that Carol and Cindy began to fondle Lisa's 34 B breasts. She struggled and threatened, but again the women laughed. The women stopped and Cindy said, "Why look at her nipples, they are as hard as rocks. I think she is enjoying this." With that Cindy leaned over and sucked on Lisa's left nipple. Carol did the same to Lisa's right nipple. As the two women nursed there was quiet in the room. It was then that Anita got her sewing shears out and cut Lisa's shorts and panties off her body. Lisa gasped and struggled as the two women kept nursing. "MMMMMMMM," said Anita, "what a lovely pussy she has." With that Anita reached down with a finger and ran her fingertip the length of Lisa's slit. She shuddered and Anita laughed. "You know what ladies? The ice queen is damp. I think the lady doth protest too much." With that Anita slid her finger into Lisa's pussy and pressed up. Lisa gasped as the finger probed her g-spot and the other women sucked on her nipples. "Please stop," but the others ignored her. They worked feverishly on her body and began to notice that the ice queen was getting aroused. He plump outer lips were puffy and parted, revealing the delicate inner lips. Anita took her other finger and licked it and then traced the delicate inner lips with her index finger. Lisa's hips bucked slightly and she breathed a long sigh. The finger pushing up inside her, another finger working on her delicate inner lips and those mouths working on her breasts were pushing her toward orgasm. "Oh my," exclaimed Anita, "look her clit has come out to play." With that Anita leaned down and sucked the little bud into her mouth. Lisa's hips and ass heaved off the bed. She couldn't believe it. The feelings were so intense. She tried to retain her composure but it was a losing effort. She was moving slowly yet surely toward a climax. She began to breathe heavy and small grunts escaped her lips. Carol pulled her head away and said, "How does that feeling darling." All Lisa could do was moan. Her clit was swollen and hard as a cock at full mast. Then Carol leaned down and kissed her lips. The two women shared a long deep kiss as Lisa's body moved toward the inevitable. It was then that Cindy got up and disrobed. She then stood on either side of Lisa's head and lowered herself down. Carol withdrew her lips and whispered to Lisa. "Cindy is going to lower her pussy to her lips. If you want to cum, all you have to do is lick. Lick and you will be rewarded with an orgasm. Fail to lick and Anita will stop." Lisa didn't say a word but suddenly she was enveloped with the heat and the aroma of Cindy's pussy. Then she felt the curls tickle her lips and her mouth parted. She received Cindy's pussy and began to kiss, lick, and suck Cindy's female treasure. The more she licked Cindy the more intense the feeling developed between her legs. Soon the women came to the edge. Cindy ground her pussy into Lisa's face. Her orgasm overwhelming her. Then Lisa began to cum. Her hips bucking and her thighs drawing together. Her whole body spasmed as she came. Her whole body seemed to be spinning and she couldn't remember ever feeling so good. When it was over Cindy rolled off of her and the four women just relaxed for a minute. Part II to come. Captured She was just walking out of the Mall into the south parking lot headed for her car. Arms loaded with packages of items that she had just purchased. She was in a hurry to get home to start dinner for her family. She was about 26 years old, with a very attractive figure. Medium sized breasts that were pert and firm. Her legs were long, well shaped and slightly muscular. A nice tight ass brought up the rear. Her brunette shoulder length hair hung loose and wavy. Overall a very attractive and desirable young woman. As she hurried toward her car her thoughts were of her husband and her young daughter and what she was going to prepare for dinner that night. Little did she know that her life was about to change, change in ways that to her would have been unimaginable. As she approached her car, digging in her purse for her keys while still trying to hold on to her packages she didn't notice the man step out from behind the van parked next to her car. He moved up behind her, put one arm around her neck, grabbed her left arm and bent it behind her back. He had a firm secure hold on her. Fright overcame her immediately. She dropped her packages and purse and began to struggle to free herself. His hold on her was just to good and she could not break free. She started to scream and he bent her arm more causing a searing pain to shoot through her arm to her shoulder. He told her not to make any sound or he would break off her arm. She believed him. He maneuvered her to the side of the van where the door was open. He shoved her in on to the floor face down and crawled in behind and on top of her. He grabbed her other arm and twisted it behind her back also. He picked up a piece of rope and securely tied her hands behind her back. He then took a piece of dirty cloth and tied it around her head across her mouth so that she could not scream out. He then stuffed her completely into the van, backed out and closed the door. He walked around the van and got in the drivers seat. He started the van, put it in gear and drove off. He made several turns in the parking lot before exiting on to the street. The rear of the van did not have any windows, so she could not see out. She didn't have any idea what direction they were headed. She began to sob as she contemplated her fate. A fate that she was sure was going to be bad, very bad. She could see her captor. She guessed that he was about 40 years old, maybe 5'10" tall and about 200 lbs. He had a fairly muscular build and dark completion. His completion reflected his spending a lot of time probably working outside. He had a three day growth of beard and when he looked back to check on her she could see the coldness in his piercing black eyes. He had black almost greasy hair; at least she was sure that it had not been washed recently. He drove for what she guessed was about an hour. She had no way of knowing for sure. She was frightened and feared what this man was going to do to her. She tried not to think about what he would do, that was just too frightening. She tried instead to think of how she was going to get away. He eventually turned right off the main boulevard they had been traveling on. A few blocks and a left turn on to a winding road that climbed slightly as they drove. Then a right turn on to a rougher road after about ten minutes he pulled over and stopped. Terror began to strike her. This was it, now he was going to rape her! She was sure of that. All this time he had not spoken a word. He came around and opened the side door. As the door slide back she thrust out with her legs hitting him in the hips and knocking him back, but not down. Anger swelled in his face and eyes. He rushed toward her, grabbing her by the hair and slapping her hard twice across the face. She felt the heat of his blows on her cheek. Cold sweat ran down her armpits. "Don't struggle, don't yell or scream, don't resist or you are dead!" he snarled twisting his face into an obscene mask of anger. He dragged her out of the van by the hair, not letting her gain her footing. He left her on the ground as he turned back to the van to retrieve length of rope. She got to her knees and had just gotten her feet under her so that she could run. He moved quickly and struck her with his fist in the middle of her back, knocking her to the ground. The blow also knocked the wind out of her lungs. She lay there in the dirt gasping to catch her breath. "I told you not to run or you die and I mean it! Try to run again and you are dead on the spot." He snarled again. She nodded her head in compliance. What else could she do. She noticed that they were parked in a heavily wooded area. She could not hear any sounds or see anything beyond the clearing they were in. There were several large oak trees along the edge of the small clearing. He threw the end of the rope he had over one of the lower branches. He grabbed her by her right arm and jerked her to a standing position under the dangling rope. He took one end of the rope and tied it securely around her neck. He pulled the rope taunt so that it pulled her onto her tiptoes to keep from gagging. The other end he tied to the bumper of the van. The fear that she felt was overwhelming. She knew she was going to die here it was just a matter of time. He walked back to the van and set on the floor in the open side door. He lit a cigarette and as he smoked it he watcher her dangling on the end of the rope. He noticed the fear in her large dark brown eyes and smiled to himself. This was not the first time and it wouldn't be the last for him. He couldn't remember how many there had been, but he had enjoyed each and every one of them until the end. This one was better looking than most had been and he liked that. When he finished his cigarette he reached into the van and took out an 8" hunting knife. He approached her knife in hand. She tried to scream, but he hit her in the stomach with his fist. "I told you not to scream or yell. Do it again and you die! Understand!" He growled at her. The blow was not real hard, but hard enough that she got the message. She could feel the cold sweat of fear on her body. Her heart was racing and the adrenaline was rushing through her veins. She had to get control of herself if there was any chance of surviving this ordeal at all. She thought of her husband, a very good man and her loving child. She pushed these thoughts aside and started to concentrate on survival. That was what she had to do. He approached her with knife in hand. He felt her arms with his left hand, running them up and down her smooth skin and sneered to himself. This was going to be nice, he thought to himself. Her blouse was plain white cotton, sleeveless with buttons down the front. He pulled the tail of the blouse out of her full cotton skirt and one by one cut the buttons off with the flick of the knife blade. She noted the knife was incredibly sharp to be able to remove the buttons so easily. The front of the blouse now hung open revealing her white lace trimmed bra. He next cut the top the blouse at the shoulders from the armholes to the neck. The shredded blouse fell to the ground at her feet. The smirk on his face was turning into a lurid smile. He was enjoying this. She thought about kicking him, but decided against it. She wasn't sure she could do enough damage to stop him and if she lost her balance the rope around her neck would choke her. He then took the knife and cut the joint of her bra between the cups and the shoulder straps. It too fell to the ground at her feet. He marveled and her near perfect exposed breasts. These were just too good. Not large, not small but just the perfect size for her lithe body. Her areolas were dark and about the size of a quarter. Her nipples were small but protruded slightly. The skin on her upper torso was almost perfection. With a narrow waist she couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds. At about 5'2" she was not a big girl, which lessoned even further her chances of over powering him to escape. It was now approaching late afternoon. Her husband would be home soon with her daughter. It wouldn't be too much longer that he would realize that something was wrong. She didn't know what he could or would do, but she knew that he would be concerned. The later it got the more worried he would become. She was distressed that her absence would cause him a lot of distress. She didn't want to cry or sob out loud and let her captor see how distressed she was. What she couldn't control though were the tears that ran down her cheeks and splashed off of her breasts. Under her skin there was a tremor of fear that was engulfing her whole body and causing her muscles to quiver ever so slightly. I am going to die she thought; I don't want to die, not here not now. My husband and my daughter need me. He stood in front of her and played with her breasts. Cupping and holding them, rubbing her nipples and pinching them. He pinched too hard and she yelped and surprised him. He pulled his hand back and slapped her hard twice across the breasts. The red welt from his hand appeared almost instantly and her breast stung from the blows. He slipped the knife into his back pocket and stepped forward again to continue caressing her breasts and body. He just ran his hands over her smooth flawless skin and smiled to himself. This was good he thought. Too bad it would end eventually and he would have to go and find another one. There had been so many. He reached to his back pocket and withdrew the knife again. He slipped it into the waistband of her skirt and cut it from waistband to hem in one long stroke. Her skirt fell to the ground joining her blouse and bra. He next did the same with her slip. She now stood in only her panties. With his hand he cupped her pubic mound through her underwear. She gasped in a breath at his action. He rubbed her mound for a minute and then hooked a finger onto the crouch of her panties and pulled them down and out. With the knife he cut through the crouch. Next he pulled the waistband at the side and cut it from waistband to leg, and then the same on the other side. All of her clothing now lay bunched at her feet and she stood hanging naked before him. He slowly walked around her inspecting his captive. He like what he saw. This one was probably one of the best looking that he had taken. He put his hand on her muff and stroked it. He then slid his hand further down and stroked her labia with his fingers. She felt so good. He didn't want to rush things. He wanted to take his time and really enjoy this one. He slapped her hard twice on the cheeks of her ass. The blows stung and left a red imprint on each cheek. He went back to the van and sat again and lit a cigarette. He sat there watching her until he had finished his smoke. He then rose and went to the end of the rope tied to the bumper and released it. She collapsed on the ground on top of her cloths. She couldn't move. Fear, tension, distress, all had overcome her, she was conscious, but couldn't move. He picked her up and put her in the van, coiled the rope that was around her neck and threw it in on top of her. He closed the door and went around to the drivers seat. He started the van and pulled away. Back down the rough road to the pavement and then drove for at least two more hours. By this time darkness was approaching. He pulled off the road and drove for approximately a mile or two and then pulled over and shut off the motor. He crawled into the back of the van and rolled her onto her stomach. He took both legs, held them together and tied them. He then took the rope and tied her wrists and ankles together. He rolled her back on her side and got a blanket from behind her and covered himself with it. As he lay there looking at her he reached out and touched her breasts and vagina. When he tired of doing this he rolled over onto his back and went to sleep. Her fear was now not overpowering her. She was starting to think about how she was going to get herself out of this. No solution came to mind. First she had to stay alive no matter what it took. She had to do that if nothing else. She tried the ropes that bound her, but they were tied to tight and she couldn't budge them. So tight in fact that her feet and hands were going to sleep as a result of lack of circulation. She was certain that his intent was to kill her when he had finished with her and she was determined not to let that happen. These thoughts kept going around and around inside her head till she finally drifted off to sleep. He awoke when the sun come up. Opened the door to the van and stepped out. He unzipped his fly and pissed long and hard on the ground. She awoke as he grabbed the blanket and covered her completely. "Don't move, or make a sound or you will die instantly!" He told her. He went around the van, got in, started it and drove off. By this time her husband was frantic. He had called the police several times, but they told him that they couldn't accept a missing person report until she was missing for 72 hours. After his third call they finally agreed to keep an eye out for her car. At about 7:00 in the morning they called him to inform him that they had found her car in the mall parking lot. They had also found her purse, which had been gone through, and the remnants of some packages that she must have bought, but no sign of his wife. Based upon what they had found they were going to issue a missing person report and see if they couldn't find her. Her husband was afraid. He was sure that she had been abducted, but the police were not ready to acknowledge that that was the case. Her abductor drove for about thirty minutes and pulled into a parking lot. He got out of the van and locked it up. He was gone for about half an hour before he returned. He got in the van, started it and drove off back on the street. She could smell coffee and breakfast on him. She had a feeling that the end was coming near. He drove for about an hour before turning onto another road briefly and then pulling up to a stop. He got out, came around to the side door of the van and opened it. He jerked the blanket off and with a devious smile on his face said, "Time to get out and play." He untied her ankles from her wrists and jerked her out of the van. Because her feet were still asleep she was having difficulty standing. He removed her gag. "No yelling or screaming or you die." He admonished her. "I have to pee," she told him. "So Spread your legs and pee, I don't care." She was embarrassed and ashamed, but had no choice. She spread her legs apart squatted slightly and peed. In spite of everything that was going on it felt good. Small pleasures can come from almost insignificant things at the oddest times. When she finished peeing she stepped back and looked around. They were in a small park next to a small lake. There was no one in sight, nor were there any houses or other signs of people. She also could not hear any traffic noises so they must be some distance from a major street. He got the rope out of the back of the van and grabbed her by her hair and pulled her over to a picnic table. He threw her across the table on her back with her legs hanging over at the knees. She was lying on her hands and it was not only uncomfortable, but it hurt also. She felt very embarrassed, ashamed and vulnerable lying on the picnic table exposed like she was in the broad daylight. She had no choice. He just looked at her for a while. He then started feeling her breasts and nipples. Pinching and twisting her nipples until they became erect and hard. With his other had he began touching and rubbing her pubic mound and labia. Her pubic region was closely trimmed into a small patch above her pussy, while her pussy lips were shaved smooth and clean. As he rubbed and massaged her pussy lips he inserted one and then two fingers into her vagina. This invasion of her private parts was disgusting and vile. Not only because it was he who was uninvited but his hands and fingers were dirty and grimy. He removed his hands and put his mouth on her pussy. He started sucking and licking her. His beard stubble was irritating to her sensitive skin. She felt violated and debased. And despite her best efforts felt her pussy becoming aroused. This disgusted her even more. How could this be happening? She had to do something, but what, she was virtually helpless. He took out he knife and began to shave what was left of her pubic hair. The knife was very sharp and removed the hair with little effort. He slapped her mound several times. Not real hard, but hard enough to make it sting. He returned to working on her with his mouth and tongue. Licking her nether lips from top to bottom, sucking her clit and finally inserting his tongue inside her. Despite her best efforts she was becoming slightly aroused. Her vagina was wetting itself in anticipation of what might come next. He moved around to her head. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her across the picnic bench until her head hung over the edge. He undid his belt buckle and pants and let them drop. He wore no underwear. When he was exposed so near her face she could smell the vial order the emanated from his crotch. "Suck my dick bitch, put it in you mouth and suck it!" He stepped closer to her face and grabbed her by the hair to hold her still and forced his erect smelly dick into her mouth. She started to gag and almost threw up. It was nasty and vile. He began fucking her mouth, in and out with savagery. From deep within her arose the minutest element of courage and she bit down with all her strength. When she bit, his cock was almost all the way in her mouth. She bit hard and swift. She could taste the blood. He screamed in executing pain and shock. He backed away holding his groin with both hands as the blood continued to run out of his body. She sat up on the table and with all the force in her she spat out his severed penis onto the ground. She continued spitting out the blood as she sat up on the picnic table. She swung her legs around to the end of the table and stood up. With her hands still tied behind her and the adrenaline starting to flow she got off the table and onto her feet and somehow forced her body to respond and began running back down the road as hard as she could. She looked back over her shoulder once to see if he was coming after her. She didn't see him and just kept running for all she was worth. The rock and small stones in the road hurt her feet as she ran but she didn't care. She had to get away. She ran as hard as she could back down the road, hoping against hope that he would not catch her. As she rounded a curve in the road she saw a small convenience store. She ran toward it. "Help me, Help me!" She screamed as she entered the front of the store. There was the cashier behind the counter; a young man and middle aged couple there paying for their purchases. She must have been quite a sight to them. Naked, dirty, hands tied behind her back and blood on her face and down the front of her breasts and chest. She collapsed on the floor. It was over and she passed out. The couple rush to her side as the cashier called 911. They dispatched the police and an ambulance to the location immediately. The man untied her hands while his wife retrieved a tablecloth from the display rack to cover her nakedness. She was transported to the nearest hospital and her husband notified of her where she was. The police officers went up the road and found the van and her abductor. There was blood all over the picnic table and all around her abductor. His groin area and down his pants was coated with blood. He had bleed to death. Captured He held the three, naked girls tightly by the chains around their necks and bodies, as his hard cock dangled in front of him. He walked down the long, stone corridor, grinning to himself. He listened to their moans and heavy breathing. A sure sign of worry on the girl's parts. The first trip into the dungeon was never easy for the newly captured slaves. He nodded at other men, dressed like he was in their longer shirts, no pants, and hard cocks dangling from their bodies. It was a Friday night and they were on the hunt for warm holes. Cages filled with women, who were set up in various positions for easy fucking garnished the hallway. The musky, moist smell of pussy emanated through the air. The men of the village visited the cages all day, using up the holes on display. Until a slave was claimed, or if she was discarded for misbehavior, or even punished, her holes and services were offered to every man in the village. Some women were tied by all fours, their asses pressed up against the cages. A perfect opening cut out in the middle of the metal for maneuverability on the man's part. The rows of cages catered to hard cock and its sexual wants. Others were chained by their necks, their faces pressed up against the bars for mouth fucking and ball licking, while more were suspended and tied, with a reasonable sized hole in the cage, for those men that preferred the use of two holes during one romp. The Master grew harder when looking back at the new arrivals. He had leashed them by the neck and then ran the cold, metal steel chains tightly between their legs. He was sure they were unaware, when they first arrived, that with each step, their pussies would moisten, their cunt lips would open and their holes would swallow his chain. He looked back often to witness the chains losing themselves inside the bitches' pussies. Soon their holes would be swallowing his cock. He adored a fresh batch of whores. Walking past a caged girl, who was not in use, proved to be too much for him, so he stopped for a look. Her holes looked fresh and her swollen pussy lips were pink. He bit his lip while looking at the suspended whore. Tightly tied, she was pushed right to the bars of the cage. Both her holes exposed for anyone that wished to play. His desire to open her tight asshole made his cock twitch. Moving his hands to the bar, he pushed his swollen cock head against the caged whore's ass. She moaned as the girls chained to him started to grunt and cry. Slowly, he pushed inside of her tight ass. He felt the breath of the dark-headed slave girl on his neck. He pulled the chain on them tighter. He wanted his ass to rub against the slave behind him as he fucked the girl in the cage. While pushing deep inside the caged whore's ass, he heard one of the newly chained bitches say something out of line. He didn't bother to turn back around to see which one had spoken. Once he had them in his cottage, the others would rat and let him know who was disrespectful. Moaning aloud, the Master pulled his cock from the used ass, turned around and shot his cum all over his new playthings. They cried and moaned, trying to wipe it from themselves. He laughed and pulled on their leashes. Leading them down the hall, the other men were looking at the newly captured girls. Smiling at them as their cocks fucked other slaves in the hallway, some mumbled the word welcome. Coming around a corner, the master caught a glimpse of the dark-headed girl chained to him. He could have sworn she was licking her fingers. Glancing again, he saw it to be true. His load must have shot on her fingers and she was licking it off. He looked into her hazel eyes. She looked down, putting her hands to her sides. He smiled and led them back to his cottage. Maybe he would finally have some luck with a whore. Maybe he found one that would like to eat his load. A woman that could not help herself. One that would worship him, lick his ass and eventually fall in love with him. Once a slave loved you, she would remain loyal and dependable. He knew Masters received bad names. Most of what was said about them wasn't true. Sure, they fucked holes and used them up but that was why women had holes. They were there to serve the man and his cock. But, if a slave was kind and obedient, a master could love her back. He would keep her safe and die to protect her. The Master's cock grew again as he led the girls through the doorway of his cottage. He could not wait to begin sticking their pussies, taking their asses and listening to them cry and beg. Oh yes, his cock starting growing as he pictured it in his mind. His load dripping out from one's ass as he stuffed the next ass for filling. Yes, the Master was ready for a week of fucking. All Masters in the village could keep the captured whores for a week. Then, if they would like, they would take one for their own. If he disliked all of them, they would be sent to the hallway for community use or be taken by another. This usually meant that the girls fought with one other, all begging to suck and lick, to outdo the other to assure they would be kept. Life in the cages was hard. Life in a cottage for a loyal slave could be sweet. Being a one-man whore, a slave would attend social parties with her Master. All the slaves sitting at their Master's feet as good wine and food was served. The rooms of master's whipping out their cock to be sucked as an after dinner treat. Listening to the sound of slurping whores licking on dripping cocks as wine glasses clicked to their good fortunes was an enjoyable night for most masters. As soon as the Master closed the cottage door, the two blonde slaves dropped to their knees and began putting their mouths all over his now hardened cock. He moaned aloud as their lips ran up and down his shaft. He did notice the cum eater just stood there. "You bitch, get on your knees and put your mouth on me,"he demanded. The Master was amused as she rolled her eyes, came down to her knees but did not push in between the other hungry sluts to lick his cock While letting the other two whores lick his cock and balls, he grabbed the dark headed one by the hair and pulled her closer, "What is your name, slave?" he asked. "Bella," she replied, looking up at him. "Who gave you permission to look me in the eye? Aren't you afraid?" he yelled. "No, I am not," she snapped back. Pulling her up by her hair, the other girls fell off of his cock and to the floor. Bella's eyes widened. She saw that she angered the Master. "You little bitch. I can see you were something in your town, but you are no longer home," he said, grabbing her hair into his fist and tightening his grip on her," I saw your fancy clothes and I hear your diction. I know you are an educated woman. I know the men fell over themselves for you. But those are pussy men and that is why you are now here. With us. The Masters. Where bitches are used for what they were born for." The other two slaves stayed on their knees and smiled at one another. The shorter blond spoke," Send her to the cages, Sir. She is not worthy of your attention." "Well, that is a good idea. What is your name, sweet girl?" he replied. "I am Lisa," smiled the slave. "Well, Lisa, I must teach the whore a lesson first. Then, off to the cages this cunt goes." He put his hands on the other blonde's face, "And your name?" "Tina, sir. My name is Tina." she replied, lowering her head out of respect for him. The Master looked for a reaction from Bella but saw none. He grunted under his own breathe. This one would be a lot of work to break in, he thought. He dragged her at his feet. His cock was pulsating. A huge drop of pre-cum came out of this swollen purple head and dripped down onto his feet. To his amusement, Bella opened her mouth and licked on his toes, grabbed up his cum with her tongue. Bending her over on his sitting sofa, he came down on her ass with the open palm of his hand. Again and again, he made contact with her fat ass. He used his strength and saw her behind beginning to swell and redden. He was waiting to hear her whimper. Again, he came down. Finally, although he could not hear her, he saw the tears streaming down her eyes. He brought the other two to the sitting area and made them lie on their backs with their legs spread. His cock pulsated. He was more excited than he liked to be. Spanking Bella had turned him rock hard. He needed whores to stick and he needed to test this little, stuck-up, dark-headed bitch. The two blondes lay with their legs wide open. Their moist pussy lips glistened, teasing his cock. It reacted. The Master stuck his hard cock inside of the blond called Lisa and pumped on her. In and out he thrust as the cunt moaned. Bella, still bent over the sofa could only watch. "Bad, red-assed girls do not get fucked, Bella. Not by one Master, but by the entire village," he laughed. Taking his cock out of Lisa, he stuck it into Tina. She moaned louder than Lisa. They were going to both compete to be his whore. Out of her and back into Lisa he went. Pumping on each whore's holes made the Master moan. Out of one slave's hole and back into the others. Their pussies were warm and wet. Pulling out of Lisa, he took two steps back and starting pulling on his cock. The wet slaves remained still, their legs opened, their pussies moist from being entered. As he worked his juice out from his balls, he aimed his cock towards them. He spurted on Lisa's tits, stomach and pussy. Then, he pointed his spraying tool towards Tina and shot a warm glob on her big tits. He moved his bare foot up to Lisa's cum covered pussy and rubbed the warm load into her flesh. His toes moved, opening her cunt lips. He watched his cum slowly drip over them and inside of her. His cock pulsed again as he watched his warm seed drip down Tina's tits. "Look at that load I shot on your big tits, bitch. Start licking them up, Tina." the Master laughed. "Now, Bella, get over here and clean Lisa and start from the top!" Bella crawled over on the sofa and put her mouth on Lisa's chin. It was the first place she saw his load. Then, she moved her mouth underneath her neck, licking the drops that had fallen there and then brought her mouth to Lisa's right tit. Bella opened her mouth and sucked on her nipple. To her own surprised, Lisa let out a moan but tried to cover it up with a cough. Bella's tongue ran over the hard nipple as she licked on her tits like a cat cleaning its kitten. Bella was going to get every drop. Bella ran her tongue down Lisa's stomach and to her mound. The master had rubbed his cum all over so Bella had to lick with long stokes to make sure Lisa was clean. Her tongue slid into the cracks of Lisa's thighs, searching for his load. Her mouth opened as she sucked on Lisa's bare lips. The Master's cock twitched as Bella moved her fingers to open Lisa's pussy, exposing her hard clit and sucked it in between her teeth. "There is no cum there, Bella!" Lisa yelled at her. "Oh, yes there is," replied the Master. "Open her up and clean her, Bella. Clean her pussy good." He saw her tongue slide inside of the freshly fucked girl. Licking like a puppy, she worked on Lisa's pussy walls. She sucked on her bare, dripping lips, slobbering up all of the Master's cum. The Master felt his cock rising again. He snapped his finger for Tina to come to her knees before him. The Master stood up, grabbed her by the hair and plunged his hardness into her mouth. He pumped in and out as he watched Bella's tongue run along Lisa's slit and in between her ass cheeks. "That's a good girl, Bella. Get it all. Make sure you get every drop of my cum off of her." The master pumped harder into Tina's mouth as Bella's tongue slid inside of the other whore's ass. Lisa, unable to contain herself any longer starting pumping her pussy and ass up to meet Bella's mouth. Grabbing Tina's hair, he shot a warm, fresh load into her mouth and let Tina clean him as he watched Bella cleaning Lisa. After the Master tired of playing, two blondes cuddled close to him but Bella lay quietly at the foot of the bed. He laughed thinking over how she would not compete with the other slaves for her position. She would rather be sent to the cages. Quickly, the Master fell asleep. He wondered if he would keep any of the girls. He awoke to something licking on his cock head. There she was. As the blondes rested quietly on either side of Master Martin, Bella stayed in between his legs, pushing her tongue into the dripping hole on his cock while looking up at him. He had never been licked so well. He knew she liked it. The room was dark and silent except for Bella's soft moans. She worked her tongue over his tool. He could not tell where her mouth began and her tongue ended. Within minutes, he squirted into her mouth. Looking down he saw her eating it. Her eyes looking up at him as his cum slid down her throat. Master Martin smiled and he fell back to sleep as she cleaned his cock. Night after night, he awoke and Bella fed on what she so desperately needed. He decided to keep her. He could not handle more than one bitch under a roof. They were noisy and petty. He knew he wanted Bella. His spankings would put the big mouth bitch in her place. He could not wait. Tonight, after he sent the other whores away, he would fuck her for the first time, and then collar her. Captured Emma left the restaurant she felt heady she didn't think that she had drunk that much, the neon signs started to blur the words mixing into the blue and yellow colors, peoples face became distorted, her six inch black patent stiletto's struggled to hold her wobbling petite ankles, the wind was strong and cold she placed her hands against her skirt stopping it from lifting up, her knees buckled and she fell onto all fours, then she felt the coldness of the sidewalk against the side of her face, her long blonde hair splaying into a puddle the color darkening from the muddy water she could hear voices, then silence. The first words from Emma's mouth were fuck as the bucket of cold water awakened her; the water stinging her eyes Emma blinked rapidly trying to focus on where she was. Emma felt the cold water run over her breasts its coldness making her crimson nipples harden, the water continued its journey over her stomach and onto her pussy, without thinking Emma tried to close her legs, only to realize her ankles and wrists were restrained strapped to the chair she was sitting in. Emma tried to focus she could see that someone was in front of her however the dimness of the room and the stinging in her eyes made it hard to make out what was going on, as her head started to clear she now realized she was completely naked except for her six inch black patent stilettos. "Just relax" A person, announced. Emma moved her head to one side, confused she knew the voice, and it was Natasha, Natasha Zebonich to be precise a Russian spy who had defected to the states four years ago and now worked for one of the agencies, she was at the restaurant table with her last night along with a half dozen other different countries agents. Since the demise of Russia and the eastern block there wasn't too many secrets left to hide, a group of intelligence operatives would meet once a month over dinner and if something needed to be known then it was, and neither President, General or Prime minister needed to be aware, many an embarrassing international situation had been avoided around these dinner meetings. "Natasha is that you?" Inquired Emma. "Sure is honey." Replied Natasha. The haze had now disappeared from Emma's eyes and she could clearly see Natasha standing in front of her, the striking Russian with long legs that seemed to go on forever bypassing her skinny waist passed her pert breasts and ending at the top of her spiked jet black hair, Natasha bent down and looked into Emma's blue eyes and smiled. "What's going on?" Asked Emma. Natasha moved behind Emma the touch of Natasha's hands on her bear shoulders made Emma jump. Natasha slowly caressed the tops of Emma's shoulders and then she ran the palms of her warm hands over Emma's breasts slowly circling them over her cold erect nipples. Emma sighed from her warm touch and she felt her breasts tighten. Natasha whispered into Emma's ear. "You have something I want, a dossier that you received the other day, now we can do it the easy way or the hard way." And with that Natasha squeezed Emma's nipples as hard as she could, Emma squealed from the pain. "Bitch." Emma shouted. "The hard way then, I hope you're up to it?" laughed Natasha as she walked away slamming the thick steal door behind her. This was the first chance Emma was able to take in her surroundings, the room was large like a warehouse the walls and floor made of concrete, the only window had been covered by welded metal sheets a single light globe hung by frayed wires dimly lighting the room. The right side wall had rusty chains bolted to it and water slowly seeped through tiny cracks, the left wall was covered in tiny holes and dark stains splattered across in strange patterns Emma could only imagine it to be blood, the room was damp and cold and her nostrils burnt from the over powering musty smell. Emma knew the only way out of this was to play along with Natasha and wait for the right moment. Emma looked at her red nipples wishing she could rub them for a little relief from the pinching, she then realized she had been bathed, her hair brushed and her pussy had been shaven bald, Emma's attention snapped backed at the door as Natasha returned slamming it behind her, she held a leather bag and emptied its contents onto the table next to where Emma was held captive, sexual toys and implements spilled onto the table, Natasha scattering them over the table until she found what she was looking for. Natasha tightened the nipple clamps as she eyed Emma's red nipples, she squeezed the clamps open wide and placed the first one onto Emma's right nipple the tightness hurt and Emma clenched the arms of the chair with her hands, Natasha attached the other clamp and Emma sat up straight trying to control the pain, Natasha tugged the joining chain more out of fun than anything else. Natasha then grabbed two more nipple chains and knelt down in front of Emma's pussy she attached the clamps to Emma's pussy lips and pulled at them wrapping the other ends around the legs of the chair until she was satisfied that they were secure and that Emma's pink pussy was fully exposed. Emma squirmed as she felt the gush of air against her wide pussy. Natasha grabbed a chair and placed it about six feet from Emma and sat down and watched as Emma struggled against the chains. "Can I get you a drink?" inquired Natasha. Emma shook her head in defiance. "Don't worry I wont spike it like last night, besides I have already given you a shot to help you relax." Explained Natasha. Emma looked down at the puncture mark in her arm; she started to feel light headed, not as much as the night before she was still lucid, her body tingled and she felt in control yet her senses seemed heightened. Natasha sat in silence for a few minutes and then sat up and moved towards Emma and said. "Now that you have calmed down why don't we start over again." Natasha removed the nipple clamps gently, Emma could feel the circulation return to her nipples, she thought they would explode as they quickly hardened, she felt her juices start to flow her pussy becoming increasingly wet. Natasha removed the clamps from Emma's swollen pussy lips and cupped her hand over Emma's pussy slowly rubbing it relieving Emma's ache, she slipped her finger between Emma's puffy pussy lips and softly fingered her cit. Emma couldn't take much more she was ready to cum, Natasha sensed how close Emma was and stopped, taking her finger from Emma's pussy and licking her juices from it. "Yummy, now are you going to tell me where the dossier is and we can call this a little friendly fire and go on with our daily business, what do you say heh Em?" Sniggered Natasha. Emma stared directly into the open space ignoring Natasha. Natasha picked up the nipple chains and stood in front of Emma so that she had no alternative then to watch her captor, Natasha held the clamps in front of Emma and turned the clamps another full turn taunting her. This time Natasha wasn't at all gentle snapping both clamps onto Emma's swollen red nipples. Emma clenched her teeth trying to ignore the extra tightness and sharpness of the pain then Natasha knelt down in front of Emma's wet puffy pussy and turned the nipple clamps another full turn and attached them to Emma's engorged lips, pulling the chains tighter stretching Emma's pussy lips even wider open than before she them gently blew air from her mouth onto Emma's naked pussy and laughed. Natasha waited a few minutes and then took another object from the table she moved between Emma's legs and thrust the device deep into Emma's tight hole; Emma clenched her thighs trying to close them from the shock of the large thick object entering her, the restraints rendering her attempts useless. Natasha sat back down in her chair and retrieved from her pocket a small device, she placed it with purpose on the arm of the chair and poised her finger over the key pad and contemplated which button to press, Natasha glanced up at Emma and gave her a rile smile then pressed a button. It didn't take Emma long to work out the device was the remote control to the vibrator inside her tight hole, Emma felt a calm tiny pulse in her pussy as the vibrator slowly hummed, she stared directly at Natasha trying to ignore the pulses inside her pussy, she felt her juices flowing and her clit tighten pushing its way out from its soft hood. Emma wanted to cum so much however she just couldn't show Natasha's any sign of weakness, Emma discreetly dug her nails into the arms of the wooden chair without drawing the attention of Natasha, preparing herself for the orgasm building deep within side her, within seconds the tingling sensations in her body returned and she could feel the crescendo build inside. Natasha ran her hand over her breast's her nipples visibly hardening against the confides of her leather top, she pulled the zip down on her top to halfway allowing her hand to slip inside and caress herself, her tongue slowly circled her deep red lips, with her other hand Natasha unbuttoned her jeans and slid her hand down inside them not once removing her eyes from Emma. Emma watched as Natasha pleasured herself she could see Natasha's hand fondling her nipples and her fingers pushing against her tight jeans diving deeper with each stroke over her pussy, Emma involuntary closed her eyes and as she did the vibrator stopped, Emma's head jerked forward, as quickly as the orgasm was building it disappeared. Natasha stood up re-adjusted her clothing and walked towards Emma and then removed the nipple clamps. Emma took a deep breath of cold air as the blood rushed to the tips of her breasts her nipples ached from their tightness she had never imagined they could become so large. Natasha stood back and waited a minute until Emma recomposed herself she then moved forward and gently rubbed her palms over Emma's long tight nipples, Emma pushed her head back finally some relief to her ache her pussy becoming drenched at Natasha's touch, Emma silently wished for Natasha to roll her nipples between her thumbs and fingers knowing this would be enough to set her orgasm into motion. "Tell me where the dossier is and I let you cum before we release you." Natasha demanded, her tone harsher than before. Emma smirked. Natasha turned the nipple clamps another full turn and put them back onto to Emma's swollen nipples this time she clamped the very tips of them, Emma flinched as the tips of her nipples were squeezed tight. Natasha quickly sat down and turned the remote on, this time the pulse was quicker and more intense. Emma could feel the vibrator buzzing against the walls of her pussy she didn't know how much more of this she could take, Emma wanted to scream her body reaching crescendo's and not being able to release them was making her anxious and frustrated whatever Natasha had injected her with heightened her senses quickly but once the stimulation stopped her body felt flat and all glimpses of arousal disappeared. Maybe if she gave Natasha the location of the dossier then she could dive her fingers into her wanting hole and finger fuck herself to orgasm, then perhaps it wouldn't be too late to alert her controller and they could retrieve the dossier before Natasha. Emma felt the vibration in her pussy increase and change to a more thumping style like that of a base speaker she tightly clenched her buttocks together trying to keep control she didn't want Natasha having the upper hand. "Are you going to tell me Emma?" Natasha Shouted. "Fuck off." Emma Replied. Natasha pushed her long manicured fingernail hard against a button on the remote control and Emma felt the vibrator speed increase, her exposed clit so hard it was stretched to it's extreme she could feel her pussy muscles contracting, Emma grabbed the arms of the chair and her body arched upward as her orgasm shattered through her body, it's intensity felt like an electric current shooting through her pussy Emma gasped for air as the force of her orgasm took her breath away. "Tell me." Natasha screamed. "Nooo." Shouted Emma. Emma felt the vibrators speed increase again, she slipped her feet upwards onto the tips of her stilettos scrapping them against the concrete floor grasping to gain some control, the guttural sound from deep within her throat released as the second orgasm erupted with in her. Emma's legs quivered her clit pulsated and she could feel the nipple clamps tighten even more around her already rigid nipples, Emma's head slumped forward against her chest her deep breaths ringing in her ears totally exhausted it took every ounce of energy to look up at Natasha as she screamed. "Tell me where it fucking is Emma." Emma did not respond. Natasha was now standing and noticeably irritable once again she pressed the remote control, the vibrators speed was extreme and it pumped up and down inside Emma's hot wet cunt, she looked at Natasha her eyes bulged and glazed Emma wanted to tell Natasha to stop however the words could not find their way out of her mouth, then Emma experienced a calmness as her body felt in limbo frozen in time, beads of sweat appeared on her brow and slowly trickled down her cheeks, all movement seemed in slow motion and then the heat rushed through her body snapping it back to a conscious state as the third most powerful of her orgasms smashed through her body. Emma threw her head back and screamed as she felt the orgasm explode out from the tip of her clit, her fluid spurting out of her hot wet cunt over the inside of her soft thighs and onto the chair. Emma bit at her bottom lip, her tits so tight they stretched her nipples wider increasing the tension of the clamps' Emma's legs trembled and she dug her buttocks deep into the chair trying to stop her pelvis moving uncontrollably up and down, finally her body gained control and her pussy stopped spurting, the pulses in her clit increasingly subsiding and once again Emma felt some calm. Natasha threw the remote against the wall, the vibration in Emma's soddened pussy stopped causing her body to jerk forward, Emma bowed her head exhausted and spent, she ignored the sound of Natasha's voice, Emma was zapped of all energy she closed her eyes drifting in and out of consciousness. "Jeffrey come in here now." Natasha demanded. A man entered the room and Natasha motioned for his help, they untied Emma's wrists and ankles and removed the nipple clamps form her nipples and her stretched pussy lips. Emma was so emotionally and physically exhausted felt no relief from the release of the clamps from her body she sat completely numb. Natasha and Jeffery hoisted Emma under her arms lifting her from the chair, Emma's trembling legs unable to hold her own body weight. Natasha and Jeffery turned Emma around and knelt her down in front of the wet sticky chair strapping her wrists to the top of the it forcing her stomach onto the sit and causing her back to arch pushing her reddened swollen pussy upwards. Jeffery stood in front of Emma and undressed, his large erect thirteen-inch fat cock so close to Emma's face she could smell him. "Now darling this has to be your last chance tell me where the dossier is or Jeffrey is going to put that slab of meat where the sun don't shine, do you understand?" Natasha explained. Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath. To be continued. Captured Amber woke up afraid. She was 5' 3" with blond hair and ivory skin very alone and very naked in a room she had never seen before. Amber looked around the room from the corner she woke up in. seeing cold steel walls dotted with speakers. The only thing more reflective than the walls were the mirrors that ran all around the room half way up the wall to the ceiling. The floor was white ceramic tile. A lone examiners table sat in the middle of the room. Amber wrapped the sheer blanket around herself, there were no doors. "Now now Amber, you aren't aloud to cover yourself." A voice from the speakers sounded, "If the room is to cold we will warm it for you." The tiles under Amber's feet began to warm. "You may place your blanket over your shoulders, if you wish, but that is all. Do you understand me Amber?" Amber shut her eyes and nodded her head, she wouldn't have been able to speak if she had to. She was so embarrassed, her whole body began to turn pink as she blushed. There were people watching her and at least one of them was a man. No one had ever seen her naked and now an unknown amount of people were watching her. "Oh come now Amber, let us hear your pretty voice." The voice in the speaker said. Amber shook her head 'no' there were no doors in this room what could they do. A shock came from the floor, small but enough to make Amber jump. She looked around in surprise and fear. "Now say something sweetie, we want to hear your voice." The speaker ordered again. She looked around scared, they could shock her again, harder too she would bet. Ambers voice cracked as she asked, "Where am I? How did I get here?" The voice crooned as if it were talking to a favorite pet, "Thats better, now go sit on the table." When she got there she noticed that it was a doctors table. She blushed deeper, many a dream focused on a doctor giving her his own brand of rough medicine. How could they know, she had never told anyone. As she hoisted herself up on the table the voice sounded again, "Good, now lay down and play with yourself." She sat straight up, "What?!" She cried outraged. She wasn't going to do that, that was dirty. Only whores played with themselves good women waited till marriage to have their carnal needs satisfied and never by their own hand. "You heard me, now do it." "Why me? Why are you doing this?" The man laughed, "Why you signed up for this, remember." The last thing Amber could remember it was her birthday, she had just turned eighteen. While using the Internet for the first time she saw a link to sign up for a scientific study. She clicked on it and that was the last thing she remembered. "But I never filled out any forms..." Amber was confused she shouldn't be here not like this. "Ah but you did sign up, the link you clicked sweetheart. It said click here to sign up. You clicked, you signed up. Thats how it works now don't make me tell you again, play with yourself." Amber reached down tentatively and nearly cried finding the whole area completely soaked with fluids. She touched the skin she kept meticulously clean and smooth and rubbed with her fingertips. She cried out slightly just feeling it. The voice praised her, "Yes Amber, good girl. Do what you are told like the good girl you are and you will be rewarded." Amber forced out an OK and continued, she probably couldn't have stopped if the world fell down on her it felt too good. She moved her hand in circles over the most sensitive area of her pussy moaning as she did. Something was building like a fire inside her. A burning fire that started in her toes and spread from there. Like the fire between her legs could not be contained. All at once she began to convulse, her back arched, toes clenched, and she rocked back and forth, it was the most amazing feeling of her life. She had her first orgasm Just as she drifted to sleep the voice said, "Good girl, you will be perfect for our plans." This is my first story I would love to hear what people think. Captured He walks up to you and stares at you. It makes you shiver a little and you have to drop your eyes, unable to meet his lustful gaze. A slight blush forms on your cheeks as you think about the things he is going to do to you and that causes you to shiver with fear and anticipation. His fingers brush your cheek as he slides them down to cup your chin. He pulls your head up and makes your stare into his eyes. You start looking around, letting your gaze wander as your try not to meet his eyes but it difficult so you steal glances back. The intensity of his stare makes you look away each time. His other hand wraps in your hair and he pulls back on it, making you look up at him. You feel his other hand leave your chin as he slides it down your neck and throat, brushing past your collar and down further. His circle one nipple as he stares into your eyes and he lightly pinches it between his fingers. You gasp as he teases your nipple hard and you try to step away but his grip is too strong. Smirking at you, he pushes you back though until you hit the wall and he traps you there. His hands continue to torture you as he keeps you trapped against the wall; the distance between the two of you showing his control over you. You want him to pin you to the wall and fuck you hard but you know he won't yet, not until you beg. But if you try it now he will just punish you for it because he will see through your easily won submission. He is already making your knees weak as he switches to your other nipple as his other hand pulls your head to one side and his teeth sink into your neck. You gasp at the pain that shoots through your body but it is that good, yummy kind of pain. His teeth mark your skin, marking you as his tonight. Just thinking like that makes you quiver and your fingers move up and dig into his back, trying to move him closer. He resists your not so gentle suggestion and bites harder into your neck. A little mewl escapes you as you get lost for a moment in the pain, his mouth hot and his teeth hard against your skin. You want to grind against him and try but he shifts away from you slightly and then forces your body back against the wall. You moan and sigh in frustration, trying to force your way past his strength but to no avail. "Be good," He says to you in his deep voice after he stops biting your neck. "But,...," you reply, with a slight catch in your voice. He looks at you then grabs you and spins you around, forcing you to face the wall. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You struggle, almost slipping free but his hand driving hard against your ass distracts you as you gasp in pain. He spanks you again hard as you look over you shoulder at him. He tightens his grip on your wrists and pushes harder against the wall as he continues to spank you. "Sir?" you gasp out in between spanks. "You gave me a but so I am taking yours," He says, seriously as his hand cracks hard against your ass again. You bite your lower lip and quiver but manage to keep from moaning as he spanks you. Silently, counting in your head; you keep track of the spanking. He is not restrained in his punishment of you and in some ways you feel like you totally deserve it and in others you feel he is being unfair. As he gets to fifteen, he rubs your traumatized ass with his hand, it feels good and you take a few deep breaths trying to get some sense of self control back. He kisses the back of you neck as he pushes your hair to the side, His fingers twining into your hair. He turns your head to kiss and he growls into your mouth as you kiss. His fingers tighten up on your hair pulling on it as he does so and fingers grip firmly on your face as the kiss continues. It starts to hurt your head a little as he pulls your hair but you can't say anything as he kisses you. The kiss goes on and on as he turns your body to face his and he forces your back against the wall, pinning you to it. All of his actions scream out that he is not in control of himself but he sure is still control of you. He forces your legs apart and his hand rubs your pussy roughly through your shorts and panties. Damn, you love his passion and his control. He is almost killing you as he toys with your pussy. Wetness spreads out and soaks your panties as the kiss continues and he firmly plays with your pussy. The minutes pass, his skin is the only thing you feel in your lustful haze. You are shocked from it as he pushes you against back of the couch. His hands are rough on you as he pulls your shorts down. You half heartedly struggle but that just causes him to grab your hair and pulls back on it hard. He slaps your ass as you stare over your shoulder at him trying to relieve the pressure on your hair. It pisses you off a little the way he is man handling you but it still turns you on. A low growl escapes you as you really fight against him, pushing and squirming trying to get free. You feel him hard against you as you get slammed back down against the couch. His hand twists your hair as he grabs your ass in the other and digs his fingers into it. Gasping in pain as he continues to twist and pull your hair, you let out a little hiss as his hips slam against your ass. His hard cock is pressed against you as he grinds on you. You buck and try to pull your hair away from his grip but all it gets you is you hair pulled harder. Slowly, he forces your head and upper body down over the back of the could. You struggle but he just keeps pushing you down until you feel the cloth you many pillows on your face. With a sigh, you let the tension leave your body as surrender to his force. He gives a last little shove as a warning, a reminder to behave as he takes his hand away from your hair. It tempts you misbehave but you refrain knowing that he might just to decide to punish you in a way that your really won't enjoy. His hand pushes your panties to the side and his fingers slide against your pussy, working across the lips and coming back. You hear his belt unbuckle and his zipper being unzipped. The fingers continue to play with your pussy, teasing it, making you feel how wet you are already. He removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock, sliding it along your pussy. You moan into the couch as he plays with your pussy. You want it inside you as he works your hormones into a frenzy. The smooth skin of his cock slides across your skin, his cock getting coated with your juices as the teasing continues. "Please, sir, fuck me," you mumble quietly out. "What was that, darling?" He asks as his fingers slide along your spine. You shake your head, not willing to give him the satisfaction of you begging but really wanting him to fuck you. He chuckles, that smug little laugh of his that shows he knows exactly what you are thinking. His fingers slide back down your spine, right afterwards his hand comes down hard on your ass. You yelp and bury your head into the pillows, trying to not let him hear you. His hand comes down again, hard on your ass. His cock rests against your pussy as he spanks you, causing you to grind against it as you try to get away from the pain from his hand. Finally, you break. "Please sir, fuck me, PLEASE sir Fuck me, Fuck me Please," You beg and plead as you lift your head up. "Sir, please fuck me, fuck your little slut, please put your cock in my pussy," you say in a rush. "Of course, little one, I don't know why you always have to fight me," He replies as he pushes his cock inside your pussy. You almost cum right there but you know that would be worst behavior you could do right then, so you manage to restrain yourself. His thrusts forcefully push you against the back of the couch as he fucks you hard and fast from behind. One of his hands tangles in your hair and he pulls hard on it as he fucks your pussy. You moan and writhe as you feel every inch of his cock inside you. Your hips bang against the couch as he fucks you, the pain from your hair working its way into you brain. His slut, that is what you are ... his naughty little slut, that is what you want to be that is what you want to hear. "Sir....?" you moan out. "Yes, my little slut?" he asks as thrusts his hard cock deep inside you and then grinds it inside of you. You shudder, trying not to cum but it is getting harder to control. He slows his pace a little, making sure to fuck you with long strokes that work every inch of your pussy. "You are such a good little slut for me, I bet my girl wants to cum," He tells. "Yessssss..ss, sir," you manage to get out as he thrusts his cock hard deep inside you. He continues with his slower pace, driving you wild because all you want him to do right now is fuck you hard and fast and let you cum. But he is in control, he stops you as you try to encourage him to go faster; he holds your hips so you can't drive yourself against him faster. He has total control over you and what you can do and that just makes you want to cum more and more. He fucks you, teasingly and you love it and want to fight against it. "Does my dirty little slut really want to cum now?" He asks you, after what seems to be an eternity. "Please, sir, may I cum?" you choke out as his cock works your pussy. He picks up his pace again, bouncing your hips off the couch as he fucks you hard. His hand on your hip squeezes your flesh, digging his finger tips in, all the while he pulls hard on your hair. It is pushing you further and further along. "Cum for me.. cum for me little slut. Prove that you are mine and cum," He orders you. "Yeaaasssssssss," you moan out as you cum on his cock, shuddering and gasping. You feel his cock twitch inside you as he cums deep inside your pussy which just sends you further along in your orgasm. His hand frees your hair long enough to wrap around your neck and brings your body up against his. He kisses your neck and you turn as much as you can and kiss him deeply on the lips. His cock still buried in your pussy. "Thank you sir," you say to him "You are more than welcome little one, try to behave a little more next time, or it will go worse for you," He tells you. "I will sir." Captured After a long day and much needed jog at the beach, he walked in to his apartment and was immediately slammed against the wall..."What the f..." he barely got out as his head was pressed hard on the chalky surface. He then felt a hand reach around and firmly grab his cock as a female voice told him not to move. "You'll do as I say or the sniper who has a lock on you will make sure it's the last breath you take. Nod if you understand, but don't you dare open your mouth and speak," she said in the sultriest of voices. His heart raced, his dick hardened and pressed against his zipper and after a moment realized he forgot to nod. He had no intention of losing either head so he did so repeatedly. "Much better," she said through clenched teeth. "Now take off those shorts...slowly and NO sudden moves." He wasn't sure if to nod at that last command. He decided against it. What on earth was she planning on doing to him? "Don't turn around and spread your legs... MORE. I've seen the way you jerk off at night when you think no one is watching," she hissed as she kept an arm on his back as the other hand reached for his balls. "You're going to stroke that gorgeous cock while I stick mine in that sweet little ass of yours." Fuck, fuck, fuck. How could he get out of this one or did he want to? His hand gripped the base of his engorged dick and as he came over the head and down again, he felt her nipples press against his back and something definitely larger than a finger pressed against his opening. Shit, he's only had a finger up that way before, and now some crazy yet oh-so-fuckin'-sexy woman was trying to enter him with a strap-on. "Keep stroking." She noticed he was quite tight so she played with his tight hole with her fingers at first and then began to push the lubbed dildo half way in already. "Breathe, that's it. You're taking my cock quite nicely. This ass belongs to me and you should learn this now." And as he exhaled, the rest slid in. Filled him completely. "DON'T move," she said as he felt her turn to reach for something. The unforgiving thing inside moving as well. Damn it felt good. He felt a soft fabric tickle his back as she raised it to his head. She wrapped it over his eyes gently at first but with a firm tug at the end never letting him forget she was in control. "If you can keep quiet, I won't gag you at least not at first since I want to hear that sweet mouth moan. Now move and do not let go of your cock." She grabbed his hair with one hand and her fingers from the other firmly gripped his hip as she shoved him towards the couch -- never allowing the cock in his tight ass to slip out even once... his cock continued to respond from the sensation, and at that moment almost as if knowing of his treacherous body's reaction, she reached around and rolled the bead of pre-cum over the head with her thumb. An involuntary moan slipped through his slightly parted lips as she bent him over the arm of the couch. "That's right, let me hear how much you want your ass filled with my delicious cock." Her words rolling over his body as she pumped making his body vibrate. Her left hand stroked and glided over his cheeks, up his back, and around and fondled his nipple. She gripped and tugged harder. It sent a shock of electricity right to his groin as if connected by an invisible line. Then she released and slapped his backside with the flat of her hand. Hard. "Ouch." "I like your ass all rosy and hot. Now be a good little pet and I might let you have your milk," she said as she smacked him again rhythmically with each thrust. His breathe caught in his throat... when finally released, the moans followed. Increasing in frequency and volume. Are these sounds coming from me he thought. She rubbed the area feeling his warmth as she slid out while maintaining her hands on his body. She pulled at his elbows to straighten him up, guided him to the side, pushed down on his shoulders yet carefully sat him down on the ground with his back to the sofa and his head placed on the seat keeping his face pointed to the ceiling. He heard the sound of fabric tearing. Felt a wonderful heat and smelled her arousal before feeling the wetness of her folds on his mouth. "You sound so beautiful, my kitty. Now open up and lap up your milk." His tongue licked through the folds and devoured her juices. He wanted to make it last so he avoided her clit knowing full well she would explode by how engorged it was. He thrusted his tongue in her slit mimicking what his dick would do. He licked from her anus to her clit in one long stroke and then wrapped his lips around the special bundle of nerves sucking while she rode his face faster and faster. "Oh my, hungry little kitty aren't we now?" She said this as he felt her pussy spasm over his mouth and he pressed even closer reveling in her release. "I see how much you've enjoyed your milk and now I'll help myself to that thick hard cock you have in your hand." He then realized he had never let go, but that's probably because she never instructed him to either. She lifted from his face, which was still blindfolded, grabbed him by the arms and guided him up to the large seat opposite the couch. Each wrist tied to the arm of the chair with silk scarves. "Now you'll sit there like a good pet while I ride your cock which also belongs to me and DO NOT even think of coming until I say so. I know I haven't given you permission to speak so you may now to acknowledge but make sure you do so by calling me your "Mistress Mercurial" -- I own you right now and unless you decide life is no longer worth living, you'll do as I say...understood?" "Yes, Mistress Mercurial. I will do as you say, my Mistress," he said as he thanked the heavens for such a fine, strong, and delectable Mistress. He felt her tongue flick the opening of his head licking the gathered pre-cum and then swirled her tongue all around before sliding him completely into her mouth with long sucks up and down while she grabbed his balls up to his core. "Just a taste to start me off," she said as she released him with a pop. And with that she began to mount him, his head entering her pussy, inch by glorious inch, feeling her juices slide down until she was fully seated on his cock. She rode him soft at first as if savoring the feel of the fullness, then picked up speed until she rode him hard and fast -- the shaft exposing as she lifted and disappearing upon the descent -- over and over. He then felt one wrist come loose from the chair's arm as the Mistress spoke. "Grab my hair, my pet. Pull it down hard and hold it there 'til I come." "Yes, my Mistress." With pleasure but he dare not say those words. After another minute or maybe 10 of her grinding down on him, she commanded him to come as she came, convulsing on his cock, milking it of every last drop. She lifted herself off his cock and from the chair, bent over and sucked him one last time making him shudder. And then kissed him. He tasted himself on her mouth. He'd never done that before and it felt very erotic. And he felt his cock begin to swell again with life... Captured So I was just lying here surfing facebook and the net, ignoring my want for something since a certain someone left me hanging. It was getting better, but then my traitorous mind started drifting back to how it felt to have your tongue on my clit, your fingers inside me, how utterly satisfying it was, and I started trying to remember having sex with you, and how that felt... Yea. I was majorly turned on. I couldn't think of anything to watch, I was like just throbbing with need and desire, I was a little frustrated with you for leaving. So I just let my mind wander until it found something to turn me on... So it wandered for a bit, and then I remembered your original request. To rape me, remember? And I started thinking about that, about me standing on a street corner, wearing a little white flower dress with a black sash around the middle, my hair in pigtails, as I waited for the always-late bus. I was paranoid jumping at every rustle or noise, it all seemed out of place in the still, warm night. I jumped when I heard a noise, heart racing as I spun around to investigate. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized it was just a stupid cat. Before I could react, an arm wrapped around my waist and another cupped over my mouth preventing me from screaming. I blacked out. This idea started turning me on, I was squirming a little, so I continued with it. So then I wake up, lying on a bed. My hands are stretched out straight beside me, bound with restraints. My legs are bent at the knee and spread wide, also bound so that I can't move them. Duct tape is wrapped around my head, covering my mouth I assume to prevent me from screaming... Too loudly. I start struggling against the restraints, my screams and cries for help muffled by the offensive tape. My legs started squirming as the pulsing in my pussy got stronger. I reached a hand down and started rubbing myself lightly over the material of my jeans. I see you come into the room from some open doorway, a grin on your face as you looked me over like you wanted to devour me. "Delicious," you mutter, as you wander closer to me. You reach out a hand to touch my face but I recoil. You slap me lightly on the cheek and tell me to behave, or it will be worse. Scared, I obey. You run your hand down my face, then my neck. You move it slowly over my chest, and then stop. With and evil grin, you push the top of my dress down, exposing my strapless, lacey black bra. You look at me, intrigued. "Black and lace? Surprising. And here I thought you looked so innocent... No matter. This needs to be removed anyways." You pull out a pocketknife from your back pocket, and my eyes widen in fear. Tears start streaming down my face. I feel the dull edge of the cool metal against my skin as you cut through the fabric of my bra, exposing my breasts. "That's better," you state, kneading them greedily with your hands. I look away, unable to watch. I start rubbing myself harder, wanting to feel more. You lean down and suck my nipple into your mouth, biting it and squeezing it. I let out a little cry of pain, and you look at me. "That's right baby, make some noise for me," and then you continue, switching to the other breast. I feel my nipples hardening, and myself getting wet, and I hate my traitorous body for enjoying this evil mans attentions. Your hands move greedily down my body, pushing my dress up to reveal matching black lacey underwear. I undo my jeans and start rubbing my clit with two fingers, rocking my hips against my hand. I'm already so wet. You smile widely seeing my matching underwear, and start rubbing me over the thin layer of material as your other hand is still attacking my breasts. "Well, well, well. You're feeling pretty wet my darling. I can feel you soaking through your panties," you sneer. I hate my body even more as more tears pour down my face. But there's nothing I can do. "Nothing to say? You're enjoying this. You're not innocent, you're a dirty little slut aren't you?" I ignore you, looking away. I cringe as you move the material aside, shoving two fingers inside me. I cry out in pain as I feel you biting hard on one of my nipples. "I asked you a question. I expect an answer." Seeing that you had my attention, you repeated yourself: "You're a dirty little slut aren't you?" I nodded, fearing any more pain. You grinned triumphantly. "Of course you are." You pull your hands away from my body, but only to strip yourself. I quickly remove my jeans and underwear, needing more. I slide two fingers into my tight, warm, wet pussy and keep moving them in and out. "So you won't mind if I shove my hard cock inside of you, will you slut?" Repulsed at the thought, I scrunched my nose, and nodded my head. I felt the tingling in my cheek after you slapped me again. This was your game... "I said, you will enjoy it when I shove my hard cock inside of you." I nodded as you positioned yourself over top of me. I could feel your hard cock at my entrance, I felt you getting ready to shove it inside of me. You looked thoughtful for a second, and then ripped the tape off of my mouth. "Tell me you want me to fuck you. Hard. Tell me you want my cock inside of you" I felt your hands tighten on my breasts, threatening pain if I didn't. Through tears, I said what you wanted to hear, and I cried out as you shoved yourself inside me. I thrust my fingers in and out, tightening myself around them, rubbing the heel of my palm into my clit as I continued to rock my hips back and forth. You just fuck me hard, slamming your cock inside me over and over again. You were using me... And my body still liked it. I was so wet. I made it easy for you. I cried more. I felt the pressure building, an orgasm approaching, and I couldn't take it any more. I started sobbing and begged you to stop. I tried pulling against the restraints, to no avail. I was your victim. I begged you again. "Stop? But why, you little whore? You're enjoying this, I feel you. You. Want. Me. To. Fuck. You." You enunciated every word by ramming yourself into me. It hurt... But it felt good. I was on the verge of cumming, I tried to stop it but couldn't. My body shuddered and clenched around him, and I bit my lip to stop my cry of ecstasy... I hoped you wouldn't notice, but of course you did. You laugh. "And you wanted me to stop? Tsk-tsk." You look me over. "You are a little slut, you're enjoying this. But... I didn't say you could finish. And I'm not done. So you need to be punished" He pinched my nipples and bit down on my collar bone and then all the way up my neck... I couldn't stop the cry of pain. You seemed enticed by it. I'm still rubbing myself, closing my legs around my hand to intensify the feeling, I'm so close, and it feels good, I imagine its actually your cock sliding in and out of me, I need you but, this is good enough. I play with my clit and then slip my fingers back inside. "Now, tell me you want me to shove my cock down your throat." I looked terrified, and you must have noticed. You looked hungrier. I turned my head, unwilling, needing to have some form of resistance. You seemed displeased, I felt the other side of my face tingle from your slap "Do as I say, you little tramp. You want this too, don't you?" With fresh tears streaming down my face, I nod. "Good, now tell me." So I tell you. Then you tell me to beg for you to do it. Reluctantly, hesitantly, I beg. And you tell me to call you master. "Please master. Please shove your cock down my throat. I need you to do it. I want it there..." I see the offending appendage in front of my face. "That's a good little slut." You laugh as you hit my face with you cock. "Kiss it," you order. "Look like you love it." With few options, I obey. I gag as you suddenly shove it in my mouth, and I feel it rubbing against the back of my throat. You're pulling it in and out, faster and faster... You reach back and twist a nipple as punishment for teeth. I try to keep my mouth open wider, gagging every time you shove it in. You pull out briefly and command, "Tell me you want to taste my cum". With no resistance left, I obey. You shove it back in my mouth and pump, I feel you pulsing, I know it's going to happen soon. I feel you squirt inside my mouth as you scream out, your hands digging into my shoulders. You pull out of my mouth quickly, and launch the rest of your cum all over my face, mixing it with my tears. Satisfied, you get off of me, looking at the disaster you've made of my body with apparent satisfaction. You wipe off my face with a towel and then leave with a promise of more as I cry myself to sleep. I keep rubbing myself, feeling the pressure building. Rocking back and forth I feel it coming, I need the release... My body clenches around my two fingers, spasming and rocking as I finally cum. Captured! NOTE: Once again I'd like to thank takemeawaymylove for turning four months of research, labor and love into yet another adventurous, fun and exciting tale. Without her this would be just another piece of erotica. Comments and feedback are always welcome! Of course the brunette can't hear anything. A tub of gelatinous goo muffles the screams and terror from outside. It is the same blue substance she's been immersed in for the past seven days now. It coats her body as she lies in the pool, oblivious to the horrors on the other side of the door. Her mind is a blank as she stares at the white ceiling. She doesn't remember what she did to deserve being sent to the chamber. Obviously she'd done something. Her masters made a point of roughing her up a bit before throwing her inside, just to let her know where she stood. It's hard being a captive on a D'ray slave ship--one false move and you're scrubbing floors, peeling vegetables, or worse. The bruises are a reminder of the consequences of disobedience. There are so many ways to end up on the D'ray's bad side. Far better to submit to their whims, than to endure the brutal and creative punishments of the D'ray. Sluices of goo crash over the brunette's naked bosom. The blast of cool air hardens her nipples. She moans softly, half-awake, half-asleep. There is so much time to think inside the chamber. The door unexpectedly lifts open. A rush of cool air assaults her as she struggles to stand up. Light rushes into her almond eyes as she glimpses into the hallway outside. The hum of circulating air assured her that the ship was still functioning. But it was the silence that disturbs her--an uneasy calm hovering like a bilious cloud. At first there is elation, then confusion. Perhaps the D'ray decided her punishment has been sufficient. But there is no escort to take her back to her cell. Something is deadly wrong here. Goo drips off her naked body as she steps into the corridor. The remnants of fighting can be seen all around. A D'ray sword gleams with blood, its owner lying face-down. There are improvised knives and clubs, axes, even a gun. An oppressive stench lingers in her nostrils. The melee had left its share of casualties. The silence is unnerving. The brunette could feel the hairs on her neck stand up straight. It is impossible to say who had done this or why. The captive searches for some kind of cover--a shadow, a container, anything. They'd already made an example of the D'ray--she isn't planning to be one too. She barely has time to think as she hears the sound of footsteps. The brunette grabs the nearest weapon she can find. The idea of a five-foot two, auburn haired twenty something going up against an unknown predator is ridiculous. Only, they aren't so. The soldiers don't look like any monster race she'd seen. Their silvery helmets glisten as they march through the corridor, nervously clutching their pulse rifles. The brunette hides in the shadows as their tunics flutter in the breeze. Who are these silvery-gray men with their sheathed daggers, diligently searching the leviathan of a vessel? Adrenaline kicks in as the brunette steps in front of them. The sight of their weapons pointed at her does little to dissuade her as she grips the hilt of her sword. Her breathing is ragged as the weapons charge, her eyes burning with a white hot rage. The older of the men intercedes, his regalia indicating his seniority. His hardened demeanor belies soft blood red eyes that speak of kindness and compassion. The captive looks on, more in confusion than anything. "What is your name, child?" The brunette glances at him, not sure what to make of the men with guns. "People call me Dot," she mutters, "What's it to you?" "My name is Simeon," he calmly explains, "I am an officer in the Imperial Army. We're here to take you home." "Why should I believe you?" the captive snorts. Simeon displays his tunic stained with the greenish blood of the D'ray. Dot is beside herself with shock. Any questions of intent quickly fall away. "How do I know you won't sell me out to someone else?" "Slavery was outlawed by Imperial decree two hundred years ago," Simeon smiles wanly, "Why would we risk our lives only to sell our women back to our enemies?" Dot glances downward. Anger, suspicion and sadness bubble to the surface. It's difficult to tell whether to trust this kindly alien, or whether to trust at all. But mostly she imagines fresh air on her face. The brunette felt weak as she struggled to grip the sword. She could feel her fingers slipping slowly but surely. Her last thoughts before passing out are of home; the lush banks along the Columbia River, sunlight streaming through thick oaken trees... ### The last time she'd been with Paul was in Mount Chelan. The pickup hummed as it traveled along lonely Route 28, bearing north towards Wenatchee. The brunette watched as a sliver of golden rays rippled along the nearby lake. She listened as a jay called out to the bluish sky, glad at once to escape the torrent of real estate closings, wills, and other ephemera that weighted her office desk. Every second apart from the firm in Kennewick felt like a reprieve from the hamster wheel--for a couple of days, at least. The getaway was planned at their families' behest. Between Magge's job as a paralegal and Paul's teaching career, the couple worked seventy hours total. There was little time to relax, let alone raise a family. But the parents wouldn't budge. Magge's Ingrid was especially relentless. "Ja vil ha barn," she'd whisper in her daughter's ear, "Ja vil ha barn." "I want kids, I want kids, I want kids!" The words ringed in her ears. The sound of her soon-to-be husband's slurping jolted her awake. Paul's hands trembled as he gripped the wheel. They'd been at it since six, and already her dark-haired, blue eyed boyfriend was tiring. "You look exhausted," Magge suggested calmly, "How about we switch places?" "Not right now, Magge," Paul reached for his drink. "Look at you," she gestured, "Your hands are shaking. How many soft drinks have you had anyway?" "I know what I'm doing." As if on cue, a black tailed deer skittered across the road. The vehicle halted as Paul slammed on the breaks. Magge's heart jumped out of her chest. It was the scariest thing she'd ever experienced up to that point. The brunette shot an accusing glare. "I'll drive," she said. The pickup gave up the ghost somewhere between Route 97 and Chelan Butte Road. She pulled the car over, thinking it was something to do with the spark plug. After several cranks of the ignition, it was official--both she and Paul were stranded. A stiff gust blew as she lifted the hood. Wisps of brunette hair obstructed her view as she tried to get a closer look. "Is something wrong?" Paul cried. "I think the engine died." Magge glanced at the trees shaking violently. Must be the Chinook winds, she thought. Birds flocked ominously overhead. The horizon was suddenly plunged into darkness, and Magge knew they were in trouble. She looked to Paul for comfort, but he was just as fearful. The car quaked as a rattling sound pierced her ears. Her eyes widened in horror as she glanced upward. The disc spanned at least eight football fields. It was sleek and black the way most extraterrestrial craft were portrayed. But mostly it was the bluish-white beam that entranced her. Magge watched as it danced sensuously against the sky. It was arguably the most beautiful thing she'd seen. The light became brighter, blinding her in the darkness. Magge's hands gave way as the beam sucked her upwards. There was panic, then rage, then an eerie calm. She heaved a wistful sigh, thinking of Paul below. She missed him already. Her vision returned as she came to. She strained against the metal clamps bolting her in her chair. Their onyx skin shimmered as they looked on. She guessed they were some kind of amphibian, reptile or a hybrid of both. Their beady eyes flickered, as if in anticipation of some great meal. She shuddered as one of them flicked his tongue. He sniffed for several seconds, producing mucus in his webbed hands. Magge squirmed as he smeared it over her chest and midsection. Her clothes oozed effortlessly onto a puddle on the floor. She was naked and exposed. Her captors clicked and whirred at the sight of her glistening body. Magge wanted to scream, but resistance proved useless. Her mind went numb. She no longer wanted to think. It was better to get it over with than wallow. She felt something cool between her legs. Magge wasn't sure whether the substance was a cream or a jelly. She let out a gasp of pleasure as the creature massaged her body. She looked down to discover her public hair was gone. It must be some kind of depilatory goo, she reasoned. Magge moaned as the creature continued exploring with his fingers. The brunette blushed at her arousal. She felt ashamed by this betrayal of her body. This lack of control was humiliating, yet arousing; shameful yet erotic. Magge was confused by this mixture of emotions. It was only biology, she reasoned, but it felt like so much more. The moans became louder as the fingers traced the folds of her sex. They circled and swirled, spelling out an invisible alphabet between her legs. Yet suddenly they withdrew, leaving her perplexed. Magge watched as the creatures conferred with each other. Their tails swished as they nodded in agreement. They were obviously pleased with her performance. The brunette couldn't feel more different. She whimpered softly. She yearned to feel the creature's touch. She didn't know where this primal feeling erupted. It demanded her undivided attention, demanding to be satisfied and filled. Fuck me, she begged with her eyes. The fingers returned. An orgasm rippled through her body as they flicked and swirled. She gyrated against them, pleased to have them back. But what she really wanted was the creature inside her--thrusting, throbbing, and pulsing with life. Magge felt a twinge of guilt. She was supposed to be faithful to Paul. No amount of modesty could compare to the dampness between her legs. It felt good, getting fingered by this thing. No, not good, great. Wave after orgasmic wave jolted through her. The brunette let out a loud cry, only to black out moments later. ### The pulse tone rings in Dot's ears. It is the same familiar beeping sound that has accompanied her for the past week. Her lidded eyes open as she gazes at the figures standing over her. An inscrutable blur of white is reflected back at her. The brunette instinctively reaches out as a cup of water is pressed to her lips. The beverage slakes down her chin onto the sheets below. The brunette gulps it thirstily. "Where am I?" Dot murmurs. There is no response. Words like "quarantine" and "infection" linger ominously as her vitals are tended to. Dot struggles to piece the conversation together. Not that it makes it any easier. Questions still linger when Simeon steps in. The nurses quickly excuse themselves. The centurion looks different than she remembers, clad in a simple tunica and sandals. His forearms bear the scars of battles past, an evident reminder that this is anything but a slumber party. "I apologize for my tardiness," Simeon greets her, "How is our favorite patient?" "What are these?" Dot glances at the bank of machines lining the wall, "And why am I hooked up to all these wires?" The mechanisms bleep and bloop with regularity. "They're meant to monitor your heart rate," Simeon explained, "Your brain activity..." "What are you talking about?" Simeon purses his lips, searching for the right words to say. "There are certain...precautions we must take." "Precautions?" "You were on a slave ship, ma'am. No telling what viruses or bacteria floated around, including the venereal ones. It's for your own good, you understand." "Is that all?" she sighs. "As you know, our techs are having trouble locating your home world. We've crossed-referenced all the coordinates, but no dice. If you remember anything..." Dot shakes her head. "What was the planet called?" Dot closes her eyes. Several names swirl around her head. But one in particular sticks out. "Terra," she murmurs, "The D'ray called it Terra. It went by several other names, but that is the one I heard the most." A bolt of recognition flashes in Simeon's steel blue eyes. His hair stands up as he bolts upright. His features reminded Dot of someone she used to know, but she doesn't know why. "Thank you, Miss," he excuses himself, "I'll be in touch." Safely ensconced in her living quarters, Dot stares at the nebula outside her window. A panoply of reds and whites gleam majestically as she looks on in a daze. Somewhere beyond those gaseous clouds is her home world, a speck of blue revolving around an aging sun. Somewhere on that blue world are people waiting to receive her with open arms. No judgment. She gazes at her own reflection, wondering who these people are that would welcome her into their heart. Only days before she'd been naked and alone. Now she's clothed in a simple woolen tunic. It chafes sometimes. But it's a far cry from nothing. She pulls her cloak tautly against her chest, amazed at the turn of events. Her stomach gurgles. Dot wanders into an empty mess, only to find a lone centurion staring forlornly into a mug of coffee. "Simeon? Is that you?" "Dot," the older man glances at her, "What are you doing at this late hour?" "I'm hungry." "Have a seat," Simeon gestures her to sit. The brunette slides beside him, hair draped around her neck. "I'm afraid we've hit a snag in your repatriation," Simeon grimaces. "What kind of snag?" "Apparently there's an issue with our dark matter engine. Our technicians are trying to fix it, but there's no telling when it'll be fully operational. We're just coasting around at the moment, but it's very time consuming..." "Plain English?" "It could be a while before you return home. A long while." Dot is crestfallen. "My technicians are working on an alternative. But it's risky." "How risky?" "Life and death risky." The brunette lowers her eyes in defeat. "I'm sorry," the centurion places his hand on hers, "I know this is difficult." Dot's stomach growls. "Let me get you something," Simeon smiles. Footsteps clamor across the cold floor as the centurion wanders away. He returns with a spoon and a container of something she doesn't recognize. The jelly wobbles precariously in its tin, reminding Dot of her time in the chamber. She pushes it away, refusing to touch it. "Is there anything else?" she asks. "It's all we have," Simeon shrugs, "Sorry." Afraid of offending him, the brunette lifts a morsel to her mouth. Her taste buds explode with hints of fruit. There is citrus, pomegranate, apple, and something suspiciously like watermelon. "I can't believe this," she mumbles between bites, "This is actually good." "There was a scurvy epidemic decades ago, but our soldiers refused to eat the bland rations. Our scientists realized if they created a meal that was flavorful and offered nutrients, it'd be a success. What you're tasting is the result of years of research." The spoon slips from Dot's hands, tumbling towards the metallic floor. The brunette glances pitifully at the lost morsel below. She watches as Simeon picks it up, cleaning it with the corner of his tunic. "Here," he presses a bite to her lips, "I'll make it up to you." Dot swallows as he feeds her. It is a tender moment, full of rare grace and compassion. Rough hewn hands caress her cheek. Dot leans in to savor a kiss, lips pressing against Simeon's own. Her eyes soften. She allows herself to be vulnerable, to feel his touch, to let him see her see her as she really is. It is a beautiful, like the freshness of dew on a cloudy day. The soldier gazes longingly into her eyes. He thinks of the wife and daughter that were stolen from him years earlier, his only regret. If only he could see them again... His hand's caress the brunette's knees, gliding up her thighs. They knead tenderly, only to pull back unexpectedly. "I shouldn't have done that," Simeon apologizes, "I'm sorry." "Is something wrong?" "I'll let you know if anything happens," the soldier excuses himself, "Take care." The brunette stares into empty space, wondering what might have been. ### There was only so much one could do in a cramped, windowless cell. After the guards came and went, after the meals were served and everyone rested, there was only the sound of one's own breath. It was the only noise that seemed to matter in the darkness. That, and the moans of the other prisoners--desperate, sensual, pleading. The brunette didn't have to imagine their plight. She'd remembered her first day here, naked, doubled-over, fingers seeking her sopping sex. The increased libido was a side-effect of the hormones that accumulated in their bodies with each prick of the needle. The brunette was lucky. She'd escaped the genetic modifications that so many captives were forced to undergo. Yet she could still look forward to countless hours of self-pleasure--or torture, as the case may be. Each poke, prod, or needle prick flooded her with hormones. It made her a more attractive slave--more compliant, more adventurous, more lucrative. The downside was the withdrawal--if only she'd had someone to share it with. The captive glanced at the bulb dangling precariously from the ceiling. Life on the Niss'sage was a razor's edge. A person could be on top one minute, in an isolation chamber the next. It was easy to displease the D'ray. A wrong look, or a word spoken out of turn, could result in being suspended in the dreaded blue goo. The few who returned were never the same again. The brunette had escaped such punishment. She hewed to her routine, marking time in meal breaks and scheduled showers. There was little opportunity for mischief--only obedience. Life aboard the freighter-cum-prison could be rough. Sharing space with 700 other girls could be rough. Conditions were Spartan, and the constant jostling for food and attention left the brunette wary--to say nothing of paranoid. The only certainty she knew was death and enslavement. It was the same for all the captives. Whether they were humanoid or not, they were all destined for the same fate. Some would become concubines, others maids or artisans, but it all amounted to the same thing. The brunette tried not to think about that. She stared upwards, feeling exhausted from working in the kitchens. It felt good not to think, to let the moment pass like a bubbling stream. Wisps of hair fell over Dot's eyes as she lay on her bunk. She brushed them aside, gathered her long, flowing hair into a pony-tail. She'd smelt faintly of stink and effluvium. She looked forward to her next bath with aplomb. The brunette barely remembered her real name, let alone life before captivity. Most of the time she went by Dot. It was cheesy, but memorable. Dot closed her eyes. She imagined herself wandering barefoot through virgin forest, sequoias reaching high into the heavens. Between the jays' mating calls and the sun kissing her face was a kind of inner peace. The path seemed to stretch into endless eternity. She continued to walk along, wondering where it would lead. An lifetime could be passed simply walking, she'd thought. And then she saw him. At first she didn't know what to make of the man. He was naked, just like her, with broad shoulders and a tanned backside. They were the only people around, and yet there was something oddly welcoming about his presence. It was a strange feeling to have about a stranger. Captured! Dot hid behind the bushes as she watched him bathe in the river. They didn't make eye contact initially. Yet the few glimpses she had intrigued her. There was something beguiling about him. She struggled to place it. It could've been the way he combed his dark hair, his gait--and those steely blue eyes. Dot started to walk over, but then she reproached herself. A lump formed in her throat as their eyes met. The attraction was instant. She'd blushed at her self-consciousness, her body quivering with heat. Whether from lust or love she couldn't tell. There was no denying the rawness of it, though--visceral, untamed and real. The brunette forced herself to pull away. Dot hid behind a large oak tree, confused and uncertain. The familiarity of her hands offered a certain amount of comfort as she massaged her breasts. Her nipples became erect as Dot's fingers roamed. They traversed her hills, inching slowly towards the fertile valley below. They made short work of her sex, attacking the dewy folds of her slit. Her legs were akimbo as the brunette slouched, digits striking home as she moaned. It should have been enough. Yet it wasn't. She wanted to feel the man's lips pressed against hers. Every minute without him was hellish. Dot yearned to feel his touch, to hear him speak, to get to know him. An animal sound formed at the back of Dot's throat. The mewling became more of a cry as she curled on the ground, fingers thrusting into herself... A rapping sound jolted Dot awake. She glanced at the warm puddle underneath with a mix of horror and shame. She covered herself as the guards looked on. Their leering eyes told her everything she'd needed to know. Her legs ached as they led her down a long hallway. Dot glanced at the brown globe hovering outside the port window--another planet, no doubt. She knew right away it was gaseous. The Niss'sage was probably using the planet's gravitational pull to slingshot through space. Such techniques struck her as ludicrously expensive and impractical. The brunette kept the thought to herself as she stepped into the large cistern. The absence of other prisoners took her aback. It'd been odd favor to grant a captive. Maybe she pleased her captors somehow. But why, and how, remained elusive. Rivulets cascaded down her back as she sloshed around. A lone echo reverberated as Dot cried out. She allowed herself a smile as she scrubbed her knees and buttocks. No telling when she'll get a moment's privacy again. No sooner had she'd dried off than she was led down another long hallway. A door slid open, revealing a muscular D'ray, glistening with perspiration. Dot trembled as the guards shoved her inside. She quaked in fear as her minders looked on. The brunette set her feelings aside, hoping that it was a sick joke. The guards disappeared, and suddenly the two of them were alone. It quickly became apparent why she was here. The amphibian looked her over with a mix of desire and pity. "Please," Dot threw herself at its feet, "Do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me." The creature watched impassively as she pleaded for her life. Then he did something strange. He opened his hand, revealing an oblong, reddened type of fruit. He'd allowed her to sniff it before tasting, gently shoving it into her mouth. There was a sugary taste to it, like honey or toffee. But it wasn't unpleasant. The captive gazed into his eyes. There was a quiet gentleness about him. He bore none of the sadism or callousness of his contemporaries. His eyes flared with intensity. Dot knew he what he wanted--yet she kept her guard up. "May I call you Dot?" he cupped her chin. The words sucked the air out of the room. No D'ray had ever spoken. The revelation shook Dot to the core. "My name is Ale'isi," he explained, "I am the captain of this facility. I am told you are a very pretty girl. Do you agree?" Dot looked away. "You're safe with me. I am not like the others." The brunette cast her eyes downward. A pit settled in her stomach. She wanted to trust him. Yet she'd known enough to realize how quickly things change. "I am told you are...experienced in certain matters," Ale'isi continued, "I've had many lovers. But you are different..." Dot blushed. "How do I know you won't discard me like the others?" "You don't. But I can protect you, Dot. You'll be pampered and fed and taken care of. No more lonely nights. Doesn't that sound good?" The brunette searched his eyes for signs of ill portent. He seemed kind enough. Trusting him was a gamble. But far better than the alternative. The captive nodded her assent. She crawled onto the bed and waited for him to mount her. She'd felt uncertain about going through with it, yet it seemed like a good idea at the time... "No," Ale'isi turned her over. "The other way." The anal admission took her aback. Still the brunette complied, shifting around until her buttocks rested against him. The amphibian sniffed her. His tail raked her backside, the smoothness of his skin contrasting nicely with hers. The brunette gasped as he probed her. He pushed gently against her walls. It was a strange experience. The pseudo-member was cool instead of cold. But it wasn't human. The brunette grimaced. She'd never been taken this way. It was strange and alien, like a foreign invader on native soil. Yet there was also a certain fascination that couldn't be denied. Dot groaned. She shifted her weight, and blocked out her pain. The brunette spread her legs to accommodate Ale'isi. Her sphincter clenched as she received him. It was a beautiful, numb, exquisite kind of agony--aching, torturous, and alive. A growling formed at the back of Dot's throat. It was a wild and bestial noise, untamed and free. Dot arched her back, the underside of Ale'isi's tail slapping her dewy mound. Dot gyrated, rocking in tune to an invisible beat. Each thrust and strum of her privates urging her on. The brunette bit her lip, struck dumb by a shock of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered as she clenched the sheets. Yet something was lacking. The feeling eluded her, like the answer to a riddle she didn't know. She bucked against him, bobbing up and down in rhythmic motion. But it was only physical. She yearned for more, the warmth of a lover's touch, the whisper of a human being on the other side. The brunette consoled herself with a caress of her nipples. The fingers strode lower, playing with her slit. The combination of Ale'isi's ministrations and her touch somehow drove her even more towards the edge. Dot let out an orgasmic scream collapsing on the bed. Her partner pulled out, leaving her soaked in her own juices. It would be a routine they would repeat for the next several months. Ale'isi tired of her. He threw her in the isolation chamber, letting her marinate in goo as he moved to other things. She lay immobile, unable to think of anything but her own rage. The feelings dissipated as the goo took hold. Her mind wandered as she stared at the ceiling. Her heart skipped as she dreamed of the dark-haired stranger. A smile crept slowly across her face. ### Dot squints as she stares at the gaping maw. Tubes extrude outwards, snaking obscenely across the thin paper scroll. They curve and wind, corridors leading towards two dozen rooms of various sizes. The brunette looks on as the centurion secures it to the table. She struggles to make sense of it--the letters, numbers, and stars representing hangars, exam rooms... The layout reminds her of human entrails, or something from a sex ed class. It isn't hard to figure out what was on the amphibians' minds when they designed it. The brunette shudders inside. "Yuck," She peels herself away. "This is the Cirrus V research facility," Simeon explains, "We've been watching it for years. It's less fortified than their other facilities, but still a bitch to get to." "What makes you think we'll get inside?" "The D'ray are only as good as their weakest link. All we have to do is create a diversion long enough to get you inside. Everything after that is history." "Sounds risky." "It is." Dot paces around the briefing room. Ringlets of hair fall around her alabaster face. She shakes them out of her eyes with a toss of the head. It would be a cute pose, were the situation not so serious. The brunette watches the pilots and officers passing in the hallway, marching stridently with purpose. She envies their uniforms, their confidence, their sense of purpose. If only she possessed half their courage. Alas, she only has a white cloak. She drapes it over herself, her boots reverberating across the gunmetal floor. A spacesuit hugs her comfortably underneath, the synthetic material clinging to the contours of her body. A dagger rests at her side, though she hopes not to use it. She glances at the gaping maw in disgust. "So what's the plan?" Dot sighs. "We split up into two teams. A primary unit led by myself will attack the entrance here, while a secondary unit will escort you to the teleporter here." The brunette glances at the yellow star on the map. "What's the--" she pauses mid-sentence, "ETA, is that it?" Simeon nods. "How long will the mission take?" "An hour, maybe ninety minutes if we encounter heavy fighting. Once you reach the computer room a techs will program the coordinates and send you on your way." Dot lowers her eyes, knowing she'd never see Simeon again. "I thought you were glad to go home." "I am, I am," she regains her composure, "Just emotional, that's all." "We make planet fall at 0500," the centurion reminds her, "Make sure you get some rest. We got a long day tomorrow." Dot nods. She wanders alone, glancing at the mementos mounted along the wall. Broken spears and captured helmets testify to battles long past. She marvels at the courage of the legionnaires, their ability to see things through. If all goes well she'll at home with her family thousands of light years away. Dot staggers into her quarters. The shawl drifts to the floor as she climbs into bed. Sleep is a welcome comfort after a day's worth of exercises. The dagger hugs her body, an ever-present reminder of the precariousness of her situation. The brunette tosses and turns, imagining her first step back on Terran soil. But would she be welcomed? Spurned? A masculine voice calls out sweetly in the darkness. "Come to me..." The brunette's eyes flit open, the haze of artificial light proving to be too much. She wanders through the hallway, until finally she finds herself at Simeon's quarters. She glances at his door, confused, disoriented, and very scared. "Simeon?" she speaks into the intercom, "It's me, Dot. May I come in?" The centurion buzzes her in. "What are you doing?" he pulls himself from his book, "You should be asleep." "I can't." The soldier gestures her to sit by him. "What's wrong?" "Do you think there's someone waiting for me on the other side?" "Of course," Simeon places a sympathetic hand on hers, "Trust me." "But what if they reject me? What if...if...if..." Dot sputters as she struggles to form the words. The brunette bores her eyes into his. "Do you have a special someone, Centurion?" Simeon nods forlornly. "Two, actually," he sighs heavily, "Prospera and Vespa. Ages 40 and 18 respectively. Prospera's my wife, Vespa's my daughter. They were stolen while I was on campaign in the Virgo system. What I'd give for another day with them..." The soldier pulls away. His eyes are misty as he stares into space, clearly thinking of happier times. He glances at Dot, forcing himself away from the past. If only there was some way Dot could take away this pain... "Have you ever been with another woman?" she asks delicately, "Other than your wife." The indignant look on Simeon's face is enough to make her shrink. "What kind of question is that?" "It's only a question," she retreats. "Have you ever been married, Dot?" The question stirs up mixed emotions. Dot thinks of the man in her dreams. If she knew anybody like that it was a long time ago. Where would she meet someone like that? "I wish," Dot shakes her head ruefully. A sliver of moonlight dances on her face. It glides down her alabaster face, reminding Simeon of her youth. Dot stares ahead, completely oblivious to Simeon's molting desire. A rough hand reaches for her cloak. He folds it genteelly, staring into her soft almond eyes. The suit soon joins it as he unzips slowly, revealing a simple strophium and loincloth. He gently removes the dagger, fingers gliding over Dot's hips. "What are you doing?" "Undressing you," he lays it on the floor. The brunette's cheeks redden as Simeon's eyes linger on her petite, naked body. He grazes her chin, cupping her face as though it were a secret treasure. Their lips meet in a kiss. The soft pucker of their embrace is like a million firecrackers going off in Dot's mouth. The brunette pulls her lover close, their bodies pressed against each other. Simeon suddenly pulls away. "What's wrong?" Dot lowers her eyes, "Have I displeased you?" "No, not at all," He shakes his head. "You just look so beautiful in that light..." She allows herself a smile as he touches her cheek. His hands wander, hugging her curves. This is just what she needs, this lack of control. It is oddly freeing. The centurion lays her down on the silken bed. "We don't have to do this," he cautions, "We can go our separate ways, never speak of this again..." "No, I want this," Dot murmurs, "Let's eat and sleep, for tomorrow we may..." Simeon places a finger to her lips. The centurion presses gently against her folds. The thrusts are gentle at first, soft and probing. Simeon guides her as the brunette struggles to keep up. The training wheels come off as Dot's gyrations find their rhythm. Her mind wanders as her body takes over. She imagines the dark-haired man looming over her, the warmth of his presence. There is a connection there, some link. A sepia-like haze of memories slowly coalesce into a name and a face. He is no longer a stranger. He has an identity, a shared past, and a home. Dot's home. "Oh Paul," the brunette moans, "I've missed you so much..." "Paul?" The brunette stops mid-coitus. "I'm not sure we should continue," she confides. Dot sits at the edge of the bed, confused and disoriented. "What's wrong?" Simeon glances at her. "Is it something I've said, something I've done?" "No," Dot shakes her head. "I was just remembering something." The brunette stares at the heavens, equally baffled by the abrupt pause. "Ever felt like you were living another person's life?" She huffs. "Like your body's the same, your thoughts are the same, but you're not really you?" "What are you talking about?" "Never mind," Dot shrugs. "I was just thinking out loud." "So are we going to finish this or not?" "Sure." The brunette wraps her legs around his. She closes her eyes as the repeated thrusts strike home. She purses her lips in pleasure, lost in exalted bliss. Dot slinks off, showering off before the klaxons blare. She suits up, pushing aside any fears she might have. The troopship hits the rocky ground with a thud. The jolt wakes Dot from her short-lived nap. She gazes at the brown crags above, trying not to freak out. Almost immediately there is resistance. The D'ray brace themselves as Simeon's men flank them left and right . The aliens quickly prove no match for the shock troopers. D'ray swords shimmer in the sun, barely removed from their scabbards. Getting inside proves to be the easy part. Dot does what she can to huddle close by, but sensory bombs bog down the team's descent through the gray staircase. A blue-white blindness blinds her temporarily, doubling over with nausea. The sensation fades as Dot glances through a partition in the wall. She could just make out the sight of a building on the other side. Victory seemed in sight--but not yet. The joy is short lived as the unit clashes with a handful of D'ray soldiers at the landing. Dot watches helplessly as swords and sabers clash. The brunette is quickly drawn into the melee. She finds herself face to face with a D'ray. The reptile flicks it's tongue lasciviously as it hisses. A shiver rolls down Dot's spine. Memories of her Ale'isi quickly surface. Her hands tremble as she grasps the dagger at her side. She struggles to reconcile her. Her knees quiver. She wants so much to give herself up, and yet... She finally gains the composure to do the deed. The creature slumps onto the floor, dead. Dot and the others run towards the computer terminal, the D'ray hot on their tails. The computers whir to life as they come online. With a single touch of a button Dot is transported across space and time. A wall of shimmering light envelopes her as she is transported through the vortex. She emerges through the other end shaken, but very much alive. The brunette gazes at the silvery moon, wondering what became of the handsome soldier hundreds of light years away... ### The knock at the door is faint as the dark-haired man reads the morning paper at his desk. He cocks his ear slightly, thinking it might be the settling foundation. Or the many woodpeckers pecking high above one of the many trees populating the forest along the Columbia River. It was early in the morning for them to arise, the golden sun barely alighting on the live oaks below. The rustling of newsprint fills the air as he peels back yet another page. The quietude is a relaxing contrast to the anxiety and anger of the city. At least he doesn't have to worry about her. The rapping grows louder. The insistent bang jars him from whatever half-awake, half-asleep thoughts previously occupied him. He rubs his bleary eyes, swallowing a mouthful of coffee. He stumbles towards the door, wondering what desperate person would stop by such a remote cabin. He heart pounds as he opens the door. The brunette looks older than her years. Faint wrinkles line her forehead. Her face is bruised and scarred, but otherwise okay. "Magge?" "Paul?" "Is that you?" The woman collapses into his arms. "I've missed you." The dark-haired man cradles her gently. He stares at her, looking like a bad ass in that suit of hers. He hides his desire with a wan smile. They nuzzle each other, their noses meeting briefly in repressed desire. "How long have you been here?" The brunette pulls away. "Sixteen hours, give or take." Paul shrugs. "Only that long?" "I came as soon as you disappeared. Our parents still think we're out doing...you know. I didn't know how long you'd be gone, or whether you'd come back at all." "I know the feeling," Magge flops on the couch. She thinks of Simeon, of Ale'isi, and the endless months of confinement in a D'ray slave ship. Her boyfriend offers a sympathetic cup of coffee her way. "Where have you been?" "You don't want to know," Magge sighs. "Do you want to talk about it?" Magge glances away. "I'm just glad you're back," Paul backtracks. "I've been unfaithful," Magge blurts out, "It's not what you want to hear, but you deserve to know." The brunette broods. Magge braces for a screaming match or some kind of lecture. Yet all Paul does is lean forward in his chair, watching; waiting. "You did what you had to do, honey," he shrugs. "You really mean that?" "Sure. If I was in your place, I'd..." "You'd never be in my place," she cuts Paul off. Magge heaves a sigh. "I'm sorry," she apologizes, "It's just with everything that's been going on..." "That's OK," Paul comforts her. "You still want kids?" Magge gazes at him. Captured! "You're the sexiest woman I've ever known. Of course I'd love to." The brunette allows herself a smirk. "Would you like some now?" Paul sputters. "I guess there's a first time for anything." "Let me freshen up," Magge tousles his hair. "I wouldn't want to keep you waiting." THE END Captured The girl running through the forest was small and slight, with enormous silver eyes and a river of coffee-colored hair flying out behind her. Her name was Katherine, Katherine van der Poole; she was the only child of Alexander van der Poole, the richest—and possibly the cruelest—man in all of Europe. The man chasing Katherine was Killian Canavan, hired by an enemy of Alexander's to kidnap her. He was nearly six and a half feet tall and over two hundred and fifty pounds of steely muscles. His face could have been chiseled by the angriest and most talented of sculptors, all sharp and perfect angles. His green eyes were full of grim determination and alight with a strange emerald glow. He was a fearsome hunter, a fearless killer, a fallen angel, a vengeful god. To eighteen-year-old Katherine, out of breath and full of panic, he was nothing but a shadow, a menacing and ever-nearing presence behind her. Tree branches scratched Katherine's silky skin and knotted in her gossamer hair; her long dress caught on twigs and rocks and tore itself into tattered shreds of velvet cloth. Her poor feet, bare and soft and milky white, were soon studded with thorns and bits of gravel. Her breath caught in her throat and burned in her chest as she ran blindly through the strange wood; tears clouded her storm cloud-colored eyes and stung the cuts that striped her cheeks. Poor sweet Katherine. Confused and terrified, running a race with a predetermined winner. She could hear the footsteps of her pursuer and the calm cadence of his even breath. Frantic, she tried to push her exhausted limbs harder, only to find herself on the edge of a cliff that dropped steeply down into a little hollow in the earth. Killian watched the girl hesitate at the edge, whirling around to face him. Her eyes were wide and frightened like a doe's and her hands were clenched into tiny white fists at her sides. Caught. Defenseless. His for the taking. Katherine tried to steady herself as she studied her pursuer. Weapons hung at his belt; his body was wrapped with thick bands of iron muscle. She wouldn't last a minute in a fight against him. "Hello," Killian leered at her, a wicked grin snaking across his handsome face. Katherine heaved a shuddering breath and threw herself off the cliff. Or rather, she would have. Killian was too fast, too strong, too smart, and too practiced a mercenary to let such a thing happen; still, Katherine was so quick that he barely caught her wrist in time. With one strong tug, he yanked the trembling girl back onto solid ground, pinning her body beneath his against the ground. Katherine's breath left her lungs in a single gust as his weight forced her to lie still on the cold earth. She struggled for oxygen as Killian surveyed his little captive. Even dirty and sweaty and scratched up, she was beautiful. She had fair, flawless skin, a tiny turned up nose sprinkled with nutmeg sprinkles, and the largest, gentlest eyes he'd ever seen. Her lips were soft and full and lush, parted to show perfect, pearly teeth. Everything about her was soft, soft, soft: her hair, her skin, the curves of her sweet face. Her taut, tightly curved little body was something to behold; even hidden under her loose dress, he could feel the perfect shape of her form. Her full breasts strained against her bodice as she fought for breath; it was all Killian could do to keep from ripping the cloth away to taste the flower-petal skin of those tits. "Who are you?" Katherine demanded in a soft, accented voice, her delicate brows drawing down over her limpid eyes in a desperate attempt to look fierce. Killian put his hands on her shoulders and shoved hard, watching pain flash across her face. "I'm in charge here, baby girl," he purred. "Don't speak unless I tell you to." Katherine bit her pink lower lip, making Killian's cock stir and harden in his pants. Katherine, feeling the press of his arousal against her soft thigh, turned her panicked eyes to his face in a silent, desperate plea. Killian laughed. "Ah. There we are. You understand, don't you, little one? You're mine. All mine." "Please," Katherine hissed. Killian slapped her hard across the face, leaving a perfect handprint across her snowy skin. "Did I tell you to speak?" Twin diamond tears appeared in Katherine's eyes. She let her eyelids drift shut, dusky lashes turning the traitorous tears into soft salty smudges. "Ah, don't cry, little princess," Killian teased. "We're going to have a lot of time together, you and I. Don't hurt my feelings so quickly, now!" He traced a line down the side of her throat, watching her skin shiver beneath his touch. He bent down and kissed her jawline, his smooth, cool tongue tasting the sweetness of her flushed skin. "You're going to scream for me, child," he whispered against her throat. "I'll have you screaming and writhing and begging me for more." "I won't," Katherine spat furiously, but her quivering body belied the defiance in her tone. Killian slowly slid his hands around her throat. "I've warned you about talking back to me," he chastened her silkily. He tightened his grip until Katherine was gasping, her soft white hands pulling uselessly at his wrists. He bent down and sucked her soft bottom lip as she fought him, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He felt the slick smoothness of her teeth and the warmth of her breath and the tantalizing flex of her tongue against his. God, but she was sexy. Sexy and innocent and his, all his. He finished the kiss and released his hold on her throat; lilac prints marked where he'd squeezed her. He could see the frantic thumping of her pulse below the arrow-sharp line of her jaw. Katherine took advantage of his loosened grip and squirmed out from beneath him. He had her pressed against a tree in less than a second, his hard body forcing hers to shrink into itself. He was impressed by her fight, but he couldn't let her see that, of course. He wrapped his hand in her hair and jerked her face up to look at him. He could see the pain in her eyes and the set of those sweet lips and it made him hard and suddenly, desperately needy. Katherine saw the change come over her captor and it terrified her; the sudden wanting in his stance and expression made her weak at the knees and short of breath. Killian's rough hands tightened around her waist as he forced his lips against hers, biting her so hard her skin split and ruby drops of blood danced across her skin. With a low, guttural moan, he licked the blood from her mouth and sucked her lips hard, feeling their pillowy firmness throb beneath the clench of his teeth. He tore her bodice open, sending buttons clattering across the tree's roots at their feet. Her bra was white lace; he could see the outline of her rosy nipple, hard and ready, beneath it. He bit her hard through the lace, making her cry out in pain, her hands struggling to push him away. "Stop, please, stop!" she cried out, tears glittering in her inky eyelashes. Killian groaned against her chest, yanking down the cups of her bra. The wires pushed her firm breasts upward, holding them perfectly on display for him. Those tits were perfect: perky and round and topped with the prettiest little pink nipples. He lashed his tongue across those sweet nipples, feeling them harden still more beneath his touch. He ran his fingers along Katherine's throat and squeezed her tits, reveling in the softness of her perfect flesh. "Are you wet for me, pretty one?" he asked, his lips still curved in a cruel half-smile. "No," Katherine gasped, but Killian could see the warmth in her cheeks and the flutters of her body; whether she wanted it or not, her body needed him now. He let her dress waterfall off her flawless body; in the cool twilight sunlight, her skin glowed like crushed pearls. Her stomach was flat and tight and her hips flared out in perfect arcs. Her pussy lips, beneath a neatly trimmed patch of soft golden hair, were plump and pink and glistening with her arousal. He ran a finger along her hot slit, feeling the warmth of her wet, velvety skin. He pressed that same finger up inside her hot little cunt, marveling at how tight and soft and deliciously wet her sweet little pussy was. He dropped to his knees, holding her hips firmly against the tree, and ran his nose along her slit, inhaling the tantalizing muskiness of her scent. His long, silky tongue lapped at her swollen lips. Killian moaned aloud at the pure, delicious, strawberries-and-champagne taste of her sex. "Do you want me?" he demanded of his captive. "No," Katherine breathed, highly unconvincing. "No?" Killian raised an eyebrow, angered by her defiance. "You could've had me soft and sweet, princess. Now I'll take you as I like." He shoved two fingers up her cunt, feeling the velvet walls contract around them as Katherine cried out. He untied his pants and let them drop, freeing his hard, throbbing, enormous cock. He lifted Katherine and pulled her against him, sliding her against his body so his cock was positioned right at the level of her pussy lips. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples still hard like little pencil erasers. Her lips were wet and parted. Her eyes were shining with tears and lust. He slammed his cock into her body, completely sheathing himself in the hot embrace of her perfect pussy, making her tits bounce and her body tighten and twist. "Oh!" Katherine's eyes flew open as Killian slammed his cock into her again and again, the heat of his steel rod burning her tender, soaking flesh. Killian bit her throat and shoulders and nipples, leaving little bruises and hickeys on her perfect body. He nuzzled her neck as he fucked her—hard, relentless, unyielding, but not cruelly. She was his sweet little doe, his fragile bird, and though he was a little angry, he was far from furious. (That would come later.) "Tell me you want me," Killian ordered, his teeth raking across Katherine's dewy chest. "Tell me!" "I want you, I want you," Katherine wept at last. Her trembling legs settled around his torso and her arms came around his shoulders. "You want my cock?" "Yes, yes," Katherine mewed helplessly. "You want me to fuck you right here, against this tree, in this wood? You want me to fuck that sweet little pussy raw? You want me to come inside you, inside your tight little snatch? Is that what you want, little one?" Katherine screamed out as he began to fuck her still harder, slamming against her g-spot as his balls slapped across her pussy lips and the tops of her thighs. "Yes, please, please, yes!" she wept, digging her pretty nails into his hard, sunburnt shoulders. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh!" Killian pulled her tiny, sweaty body against him as she came, shuddering and screaming, humiliated and wanting. He grinned at the helpless admiration in her frightened eyes, the way her shoulders relaxed and dropped with the force of her orgasm. He slammed her against the tree one last time as he came too, filling her sweet pussy with his hot, sticky cum. He set her down roughly on the forest floor. She looked like a violated nymph, a tragic little woodland fairy, with her bruises and her messy hair, and her sticky thighs. He stroked her cheek gently. "Get up," he commanded. "We're heading to your new home, little princess. Then the real fun can begin." Captured You never really know what life is going to bring to your doorstep, do you? You live your life, letting each day pass you by and accepting what is and what you think will be. Most people never venture outside of their comfort zone, allowing themselves to live boring to average lives and most are happy with that. But not me. I have always been an adventurer, someone who thought outside of the box, looked for the most colorful path rather than the path least taken. From a young age I showed great potential for the arts, that's probably how I ended up becoming a photographer. I loved my job; it brought me so much happiness and a sense of fulfilment. It was never the same as the day before and it allowed me to meet an array of characters, most more colorful than myself. Some I will never forget. Those are the ones that stood out in my mind, forever changing me and how I see the world. One of those special someone's goes by the name of Mia Manlow, an Italian model just making her mark on the New York scene. Her face graced the covers of every magazine and billboard across the city and it was hard not to stare. Her foreign beauty and natural slim frame are what got her into modeling, but it was her eyes that got me. Yes, they grabbed a hold of me and sucked me into her world, even for a brief moment. But it was a moment I will hold onto forever. I was lucky enough to get a phone call from Mia's agent one day, asking me to do a shoot with the Italian goddess. Now that she was on the up, New York's most sought after model, she needed her portfolio updated. I happily accepted the offer. Ever since I spotted her on a billboard for Channel I had been dreaming up a shoot just for her. I wanted to capture every inch of her body on film for the world to see, and every inch is what I got. I don't know why I was so nervous to meet her. I had been photographing models professionally for ten years now and I never so much as blinked an eye. They were all pieces of art for me to capture on film and share the beauty with the world. But Mia was different. I felt a strong desire to see her, to know her. And the day of the shoot I was a nervous wreck. Her sensual stare was intimidating just from her pictures. I wondered what those eyes were like in person. Boy was I in for it. At exactly three o'clock sharp her agent entered my studio with a posse of media personnel and Mia in tow. I was star struck the moment I saw here. She seemed to glow with a light that no one else could touch. Her jet black hair hung to her waist, complementing the caramel texture of her flawless Italian complexion. I wanted to reach out and touch her, trace my fingers along her smooth limbs, feel the warmth that radiated from her body. It took all of my will power to shake it off and put on a professional smile to greet everyone. After I showed Mia's agent and media peeps where to sit I took the model to her dressing room. "So, according to the list that your agent provided me, we have a few different looks to aim for today," I informed her as she removed her long white jacket and flung it on a chair with an effortless grace. She just looked at me and smiled, her plump pink lips shining as they caught the light. "Some head shots, a few candid photos, and then...um," I cleared my throat nervously; "he wanted a couple of tasteful nudes." I had done hundreds of nude sessions in the past, none that I even thought twice about. But something about seeing Mia naked in my studio, in front of my camera, made me blush. I could barely look her in the eye. "Wonderful," she purred with a thick Italian accent. "I look forward to working with the great Ari Jensen. I heard many great things about your work." The letter R seemed to roll off of her tongue like she was tossing it around in mouth all day. It simply mesmerized me. She seemed to stare at me with a look of certainty, as if she knew how this day was going to play out before it even happened. "Great, well, yes." I stopped myself there before I embarrassed the two of us and turned on my heel and headed back out to my studio. I wasn't sure at the time, but now I'm convinced that I heard Mia giggle behind me. The afternoon flew by as we made our way into the late evening. Mia was sensational in front of the camera, as if she were born there. Her body moved with a natural grace that made it seem as if she weren't even aware of the camera capturing her every motion. Her painfully beautiful face never faltered, never changed from the glorious and sensual expression she always wore. We spent hours getting the perfect head shots and candid photos, utilizing just about every inch of my studio. Finally, her agent was satisfied with a few and suggested we move on to the nude session. I felt my face flush again as my eyes averted to Mia. She stood against the back of my green velvet sofa with a cheeky grin, her gaze meeting mine as she gave a playful wink. "Shall I undress right here or do I have to go to hair and makeup first?" she asked us. "No, Mia darling, we want these to be natural. Just undress where you are comfortable and we'll start shooting," her agent instructed. Mia gave a shrug and reached back to untie her blue maxi dress from around her neck. I watched as it fell to the floor and pooled around her bare feet like a puddle of water. Mia was completely naked underneath that dress and now her smooth tanned body stood bare in my studio, waiting to be captured on film. I was amazed at how comfortable she seemed to be with no clothing on. I watched in awe as she circled the sofa and took a seat, stretching out on her belly, the whole length of her limber body melding itself to the shape of the cushions. I admired the curvy lines that her backside created starting with her tiny feet, moving along the lean calves and up over her perky behind. The small of Mia's back seemed to hypnotize me as I skipped along each tiny bone of her long spine. "Ahem, are we going to start or not?" her agent asked me impatiently. I jumped at the sound of his voice bringing me back to reality. Never in my long career had a client or subject ever capture me the way Mia did. The simple movements of her sexy body lured me in, taking over my own body and preventing me from simple functions like moving or talking or even breathing. But we had been in my studio for hours and I bet they were all dying to go home so I quickly got to work snapping away at the European beauty on my sofa. Even though I managed to get through the last of the shoot with a bit of professionalism, I still found myself forgetting to breath or being too mesmerized by Mia to remember to click the button on my camera. Whenever I found myself in that state I would quickly fiddle with something or change the film, any simple gesture that would break me out of the trance she put me in. It didn't take me long to realize that Mia knew, too. She knew the effect she had over me, perhaps over everyone she met. The simple fact that her agent was a flamboyant gay man was probably the only reason why he seemed to resist her pull. I would often find her smiling at me, giving me a wink or toying with my self control as she licked her lips a little too sensually or caressed her thigh a little too slowly. After an hour or so I had to call it quits. Mia had me so turned on by simply being herself that I had to get away from her. It would have been extremely unprofessional of me to hit on a client, especially one so famous. I wasn't even sure if she was gay. So I packed up all of the film and labelled it to be developed while Mia's people gathered up their things and got ready to leave. "It was a pleasure working with you, Ari," Mia's agent said as he extended his hand towards me. I smiled and shook it. "I shall be in touch with more clients for you to shoot." "Great, I look forward to it," I replied. I noticed that Mia was not getting ready to leave. She simply slipped her blue maxi dress back on and stood leaning against the sofa again. She waited for her agent to approach her and I watched as they spoke quietly back and forth. Her agent stole a quick glance back at me and then gave his client a grin before heading out the door. Mia was staying. Mia. Was. Staying. I stood nervously as I watched her come towards me. Her every movement captivating me; the swing of her dainty arms, the sexy stride of her long and tanned legs, and her mouth - oh her mouth! - How I wished I could touch my lips to hers and taste what I had been imagining the whole time. "You're not going with them?" I asked her. She simply grinned and shook her head. "I thought that we could hang out, get to know one another," Mia purred. I could listen to her speak all night and be satisfied with that. The tone of her voice screamed sex. "Would that be alright with you? I could go if you're busy." "No, no! That's, um, that's fine. I had a long day; I wasn't planning on doing any work tonight." Mia was so close that I could smell her luscious scent of vanilla radiating from her skin. I wanted to run my lips along the length of her neck, where I knew the intoxicating scent was strongest. Her eyes locked with mine and a silent moment passed between us, like the one you experience before a first kiss. But neither of us made a move. Instead, I cleared my throat nervously. "Would you like a glass of wine?" I offered and made my way to the kitchen. "Yes, that would be wonderful, thank you." Mia came and stood behind me as I grabbed two glasses from the cupboard. I heard the sound of something soft falling to the floor and when I turned I found that she had removed her dress once more, revealing her flawless and naked body just inches from me. "Mia what-" "Shhh," she muttered and placed a finger over my lips. "I know you want me. I saw the way you looked at me today. I'm no fool. And I hope neither are you." I stared at her in shock, unable to move. Mostly for fear that she would move her finger from my lips and I couldn't bear the thought of her pulling away now. So, after a few seconds of consideration, I slowly opened my mouth and let her finger slip inside. I sucked playfully with my tongue, tasting the sweetness that her skin offered while never breaking our intimate gaze at one another. Mia leaned in and did what I had been dying to do all day and touched her lips to mine. Her soft and plump mouth covered my lips and she tasted of peppermint as her tongue slipped inside. That first kiss was indescribable. Being a bi-sexual thirty year old woman in New York, I was no stranger to different sexual experiences. I had dated quite a bit over the years but nothing compared to the sensation of kissing Mia Manlow. Her sweet vanilla scent held me tight as our mouths entwined. I wove my fingers through her jet black hair in an attempt to draw her closer, if that were even possible. Through heated and laboured breaths Mia managed to gasp a few words, "Fuck me, Ari. Right here, right now." The sound of her voice wanting me so badly sent me over the edge. I let go of everything, my nervousness around her quickly faded away. I left her mouth and made my way down her neck to her luscious breasts, leaving a trail of my lips along the way. Mia grappled at my white tank top, lifting it over my head and tossing it behind her. "You're so beautiful, Mia. An Italian goddess right here in my kitchen." I continued to kiss her body, touching and licking every inch I could get my hands on. She then hoisted herself up onto the countertop, making her the perfect height for me to please her. I watched as Mia's hand slipped down between her legs and she began to rub her clit for me. i joined her, taking over and making her pussy flow warm and wet for me. "Oh God!" she cried and threw her head back. "Ari, oh-" The thought that I pleased her that much with just my hands thrilled me, making my own pussy wet with delight. I then dipped my head and pressed my mouth over her throbbing sex. She tasted sweeter than she smelled, intoxicating me all over again. My tongue toyed with her sensitive clit, making her juices flow over my lips. The sound of her quick heavy breaths told me that she was close, Mia was going to come right her in my kitchen, by my hand - or mouth. "I'm coming, oh Ari, yes-yes-YES!" Mia cried out as her climax exploded. I didn't stop, though. My tongue continued to rub her hard clitoris, determined to keep her coming. "Oh - ohh!!" It continued like that for what seemed like an eternity, my mouth pleasing the Italian beauty on my kitchen counter. I kept her coming until she couldn't handle any more. I felt the tremble I her legs as she came down off of the adrenaline rush, sweat clinging to her sweet skin. I looked up to find her face and saw the look of pure satisfaction saturating her face. "Was that enough?" I whispered as I reached up to kiss her quivering lips and caress her subtle breasts. "Yes, more than enough." Mia held me by the small of my back and slowly let her hands fall down to the button on my jeans. "Now it's your turn," she said as she popped the button open and pulled down the zipper. "But let's move to a more comfortable spot." I grinned and helped her down from my countertop before leading the beauty into my bedroom. I removed my jeans and underwear, finally completely naked as Mia was. The tone of my alabaster skin against her caramel complexion was beautiful, I felt compelled to capture it on film. "Would you mind if I took some pictures?" I asked, unsure, but gave her a smile. Mia glanced over to my dresser where I kept a small Canon, perfect for times like these. She shot me a devilish grin and leaned over to swipe it from where it sat. I watched as she turned it on and hand it to me. "Make them good, Jensen." I clicked a few buttons and then placed the camera back on the dresser where it would snap shots of us together. We began kissing again, the passion heating back up quickly. Our naked bodies melding together as if we couldn't get close enough. I caressed her breasts, suckling her nipples with my mouth like little raspberries. "Enough," Mia suddenly spoke and pushed my face away from her body. "I said it was your turn, did I not?" "Yes, but-" She put her finger to my lips again. "Shh, now tell me where you keep them." I gave her a puzzled look. "Keep what?" Mia leaned in and began to nuzzle my ear, her soft tongue toying with the lobe. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as my pussy ached for her mouth. "The toys," she whispered. "I know that you are bi. I know that you must keep toys here. Let me play with you." The last words were as soft as a purr but sent a warm quiver down my body, tickling my sex. I pushed Mia down onto her back and climbed on top of her long and tanned body. If I were a man I would have wrapped her legs around my waist and lost myself inside her. But it seemed that was what Mia wanted to do to me. I could barely contain myself. I quickly fumbled with the drawer in my night stand and pulled out a strap on. Dangling the strap from my finger, I turned and faced Mia with a grin. "Here you go," I said and handed it to her. "You know how to use one of these?" She snatched it playfully and gave me that devilish grin from the kitchen where the corner of her mouth twisted up, begging to be nibbled on. "Oh please, you are not the only one who enjoys both sexes." I lay back on my pillow while she strapped on the toy like a pro. This was one of my favourites and I was beyond thrilled to find someone to share it with. I ached to have Mia inside of me, pleasuring me with the toy and thrusting her hips towards me. I spread my eager legs wide as Mia crawled towards me on the bed. First she massaged my clit with her careful fingers, pleasuring me almost to the point of coming but knowing when to stop, knowing how to keep me hanging on and desperate for release. Her lips found mine as she placed her body over me and entered my wet pussy. The toy slipped right in, widening me with its girth. "Oh Mia, fuck yes." My head tossed back in bliss while my lover thrusted back and forth slowly but hard. Each thrust forced a cry from my throat. Pain for pleasure, as they say. "Harder," I cried out after a few minutes. i was so close to coming and I wanted Mia to pound the orgasm out of me. "Faster!" With a few deep thrusts, Mia brought me to a mind blowing climax. My back arched as she continued with small waves of her hips, letting me ride out my orgasm as long as possible. I opened my eyes but my vision appeared blurred with bright colors. She literally blew my mind. This woman, this foreign beauty who walked into my studio and into my life that day; I captured her on film but she just simply captured me completely. Captured You awake in total darkness. The room is cold, the floor is hard and unforgiving - this place is very unfamiliar to you. You open your eyes and realize that you have a bag of sorts placed over your head so that you cannot see, the seam of the bag chokes tightly around your neck giving you just enough space to breathe shallow. As you regain more of your senses you are horrified to learn that your arms are raised above your head and bound together, completely unable to be moved. Your legs are spread wide and shackled to the floor, the shackles digging into your ankles. You can feel the blood trickling down your feet and pooling on the ground. Your senses are shocked when you feel the lightest trace of a human tongue on your back, beginning just above your ass and tracing ever so lightly up to the nape of your neck. I grab you and hold your breasts tightly with my muscular arms, squeezing enough to make you uncomfortable. You can tell that I am naked by the feel of my cock pressed against your bare back. Leaning in close I whisper into your ear "You are not in control here, and this will not be pleasant." My arms relax and my hands softly cup your breasts then follow your curves down to your sides, then to your hips and finally tracing just around your pussy. Even now your juices are flowing and you are mentally begging for the abuse you know is about to come. You have never felt so vulnerable. While my hands continue to trace around your pussy you moan as I also press my cock between your ass cheeks. It is very large - you wonder what if you will be able to handle it when the time comes. I suddenly release you from my grasp and step back. From the cold stone walls I pull a leather whip - it has 12 tails on it, each studded with leather studs. You feel the sudden sting of the whip across your upper right side, the whip reaching around and striking your right breast as well. Your nipples are instantly on fire and your side begins to throb. This strike is followed by 3 more just like it, you scream aloud in pain, not willing to give in. I show your left side no mercy, striking it 4 times with the studded whip - drawing blood on the left breast. It tickles as it streams down your side, an odd but welcome contrast to the extreme pain. Your body is beginning to swell and burn. Your ass is wet with the pre-cum off of my cock. As you hang suspended by your legs and feet you feel a finger suddenly jammed into your asshole - no mercy is shown and no credence is paid to your cries of pain. You love the sensation of the pleasure and pain mixing together - you can feel your pussy juice running down your legs. Your entire body screaming to be fucked by your captor. One finger becomes two in your ass and you whimper, but do not give in to the pain yet. You are strong and confident....but I will break you. As I finger your ass, knowing that I am causing you both extreme pain and pleasure, I reach around with my other hand and place a vibrator on your clit. You instantly yelp at the burst of sensation. After only a short few seconds you near orgasm, your breathing heavy, your tears of pain becoming moans of pleasure. Just as you reach the point of climax it all stops - I remove my fingers from your ass and remove the vibrator. I walk to your front, marveling at the beauty that is your body. Your tears running down your neck and seeping through the black bag, your swollen and bleeding breasts standing proud on your chest - nipples erect and begging for more. The curves of your thighs beg to be held onto and fucked. I notice the pussy juice running down your legs and grin - you are as sadistic as I had hoped, and are almost enjoying this. But you must be broken before I will provide you what you so desperately seek - the final release, the orgasm that will change your life. I walk to the stone wall and remove another toy of mine - a metal flog. 20 beaded chains, each a wondrous 18 inches in length. Walking back to your front you do not whimper - but you will. Your will is about to be broken. I draw the whip back to full extension and bring it crashing into your vagina, the chains colliding with your pussy, clit and the inner thighs. The pain is unbearable and your legs buckle. Your full body weight supported by only your wrists and they cry out in protest. You try to close your legs but are unable. The whip strikes home over and over for what seems like hours. The pain you feel is absolutely worse than anything you have felt before. You cry out for mercy and beg me to stop. You promise to be a good slave, to do my bidding and give me great sexual pleasure. Anything to make the pain stop. Your cries are met only with more blows from the metal beads - spreading pain and blood to your breasts, sides, thighs, ass and calves. There you are, spread eagle in front of me - torn, beaten, bruised, crying and submissive. You have finally been broken. The torture from the whip ends as I throw it to the side and marvel at you - my new sexual slave. To do with as I please. I kneel in front of you and run my tongue over your welts - you moan in pleasure. I reach your breasts and spend ample time with them, bringing you to a point to where you beg for my cock. Slipping behind you I bring myself close once again and whisper into your ears "You belong to me now..." With that I spread your ass cheeks with my hands and thrust my throbbing cock into your ass. It is not pleasant at first and you begin to sob. You do not beg for me to stop - having learned that begging will only beget more torture and punishment. As the pre-cum from my cock fills your ass it becomes more pleasurable for you, your pussy juices flow and you begin to moan. My cock thrusting hard into your ass, but slowly. You feel my arms wrap around your throat, the muscles closing off your airway making it impossible to breathe. Still thrusting I take my other hand and play with your clit, furiously at first, then slowly. I relax my arm, allowing you a final gasp of air. Flexing the muscle once again your airway is blocked, completely at my mercy. I pull my cock out of your ass and slide it into your soaking pussy. You try to moan but cannot. Your pussy is warm and swollen from the torture - begging for my cock to stay, it wraps itself around my cock and tightens. My dick thrusts deeper and harder into your pussy than you thought imaginable. Furiously pounding at your vagina you quickly come to orgasm - your convulsions clenching around my cock and forcing my orgasm as well. My cum fills your pussy while I pump a few more times. Having satisfied myself I pull my cock out and step back - marveling at the amount of cum streaming down your legs. It turns a pinkish color when mixing with the blood. Gently embracing you now, cupping your breasts softly with my hands, pulling your body into mine - totally intertwined - I say to you "You have served me well. I will return for you again very soon." And with that I walk out of the room, leaving you suspended in my dungeon, anxiously awaiting my return. Captured He is now thrusting with greater force. Ramming himself into me. I feel myself gain a little control. I have not ever cum easily with a man inside of me, so I begin to feel that I can control this passion. Then my clit begins to warm up... and vibrate. Oh my Gawd, I'll never be able to control it if he continues to fuck me and use this magic device as well. I feel myself begin to build. I want to tell him "Master, please. I will not be able to stop myself this time," but I know to keep my mouth shut. I whimper lightly, then loudly as he continues to wrack my body with sensation after sensation. My clitoris is on fire, my pussy is being filled like never before and constantly rammed, my ass does not hurt as much, but the burning is still there, and my nipples are tugged on with each thrust of his body into mine, sending more sensations down to my pussy. My blindfold is removed, but I do not open my eyes. My world has become a series of raw nerves. I begin to feel as if I will fail him when my orgasm begins to build. I barely hear him when he say's, "Slave... open your eyes," and I do and I see his eyes... boring into my own, filled with strength and lust, and then I hear the words. "Cum for me, Slave." And I do. He is pounding into me, and I cannot help it, but I scream and scream as wave after wave after wave of beautiful white lightning goes through my body and my soul. And just when I think I'm through, he pulls the clamps off of my pussy lips and I cry out, and cum again as he continues to pull them. One at a time. Six clamps altogether, and I do not stop cumming until the last one is pulled. I must have fainted. When I come to, I am in a room. Filled with light, the windows are open, and the shear curtains are billowing into the room. There is only one large bed in the room. White sheets cover me. It smells of lavender in here. I feel I must have been dreaming the whole thing until I move, and feel the tips of my nipples brush against the sheet. I look down and see that each one has a gold ring. They are welded on there permanently. Exhausted, I fall into a dream state, wondering when my Master will return.