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Kate's Capture

By: PassionStJohn



Something was wrong. Kate looked up from her journal, her head cocked to one side as she tried to figure out what made her think that. She heard a thump somewhere above deck and muffled scream a second before her stateroom door was kicked open. 

Her pen fell from her numb fingers as she stood, backing up from the immense man that stood in the doorway. The chair toppled over to the floor. In that second she realized that the ship was silent – the motor had stopped.

"Hey there, Pretty lady," growled the man, stepping toward her, "Turn around and you won't get hurt."

Kate stared at him, her breath catching in her throat, "Who are you and what do you want?" 

They were in the middle of the Atlantic and this man was not on the crew that she could remember. She would remember someone with a tattoo of a fly on his face.

"Don't cause me problems, Bitch, and turn around!" He took another step toward her, pulling out a long knife.

Slowly, her heart caught in her throat, she turned around and held as still as she could as her mind whirled. What was happening? Where had he come from? She felt the man get closer to her and she yelped in fear as he grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her. With practiced skill he crossed her wrists and bound them a plastic ties. The realization of what could happen to her hit her with full force.

"Oh God, No!" she panicked, kicking back like a mule and connecting with a solid thump. The man fell to the floor, holding himself, cursing. 

Kate bolted out of the doorway and down the narrow hallway, stumbling in fear. She tried to remember where on this yacht anything was, but fear clouded her mind. She headed for the back of the ship. She remembered her cousins were supposed to be back there sunbathing. She had to warn them! Running, she rounded a corner and ran headlong into another man. The force of it knocked her to the deck, where she lay stunned for a moment. A moment long enough for the man – another stranger – to lean over her. 

"What's this now?" his eyes showed a dark hunger that made her ill.

Kate looked into his eyes and knew she didn't know him. She kicked up, remembering her hours in self defense classes and connected with his knee, listening to him scream as he fell to the deck. Struggling to get to her feet again, Kate was pushed back to the deck by a boot in the small of her back.

"Someone bind her feet, would you?" The voice was an almost lazy and bored British accent, but the power of his boot into her back held her easily until someone grabbed her ankles and with another pair of plastic ties secured her ankles, leaving her on the deck.

They left her there on the deck. She could hear them going through the ship, room by room. Somewhere she could hear someone crying. 

Determined not to be a victim, Kate tried to inch her way toward the door. She had to find some way to cut her bonds. She had made it several feet across the deck toward the main salon when the boot was back, pressing into her back again. The pain pressed her into the varnished deck, making her gasp.

"You are a determined one aren't you?" There was amusement in the voice this time. With ease, the boot flipped her over so she was blinking up in the sun at the owner of the boot and the voice. He stood very tall, dark hair and eyes, over the white shirt and dark jeans.

She lay there for a moment as he looked at her with interest. He wasn't part of the crew either. How had they boarded the ship without the crew noticing?

"Please, what is happening?" Kate asked, fearing the answer.

The man crouched down and ran his fingers across Kate's face, smiling when she tried to draw back, "Since you asked so nicely. We're pirates. You know -- sailing the seven seas., taking bounty. And we found your ship."

Kate blinked a few times as this sank in. It couldn't be. This couldn't be real. Yet she knew there were still pirates, but it was so far fetched, so unreal. 

"When you get what you want here, you will leave?" Maybe they would take anything worth value and just leave them alone. She clung to that hope.

The man smiled a feral smile that made her shiver, "Oh yes... and the crew will be left unharmed, the engine repairable in time. We will take what we want and be gone."

Kate relaxed a little, not totally believing him as the he looked up to another of his men, "Are we ready?" The other man must have nodded as the man with the boots clapped his hands once, "Let's load up then and get moving. Butch, you help with the others, I'll get this one." He hefted Kate up and flung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

"What are you doing?" Kate kicked at him with her bound feet and struggling like a wet cat, "Put me down!"

He didn't reply, but carried her to the back of the yacht. With the help of another of his crew, they got her across to their ship which was pulled up along side. He dumped her on the back deck of his ship and then left as the rest of his crew came aboard and they cast off. Kate could see her cousins also bound and huddled together nearby. Missy and Heather looked terrified as they knelt crying on the deck, their hands secured behind their backs, wearing only their bikinis. 

They were left there, unattended for almost an hour in the hot sun. Missy and Heather had begun to whisper to each other instead of crying. Knowing her cousins, Kate wasn't sure that was an improvement. As for herself, her arms were sore from being bound and she was developing a thirst that was almost painful. 

She had managed to wiggle herself into a semi-sitting position by the wall of the cabin, when she heard the sound of Boots coming back.

"I see I am going to have to keep my eye on you, Girl," he said, pushing her, back down to the deck with his foot firmly. "If I wanted you sitting up, I would have left you sitting up."

Missy, one of Kate's cousins looked up defiantly, "I don't know who you are, Mister, but you are going to turn this boat right around and take us back."

Flopped back on her side, Kate moaned to herself. She had a feeling Missy was going to try something like this. Antagonizing these men and making demands was not going to help one bit.

Kate struggled uncomfortably on her side and hissed loudly at her cousin, "Missy, Shut up!" The girl couldn't be that stupid, could she? Surely she understood how much danger they were in? 

"If you return us to the ship, we have decided we won't press charges. But if you persist on holding us, my father will be very angry." Missy glared at Boots and managed a self-satisfied flip of her wind-tossed blond hair. 

Several of the other men had gathered on the deck now and were watching the show. Boots drew out a long knife from his boot and moved closer to Missy. Her show of defiance crumpled as she screamed and tried to back away from it, her bare feet scrabbling helplessly at the deck as she backed into the railing. 

"You should have listened to your friend over there and shut up," He pressed the tip of the blade against her skin and moved it slowly down her chest, between her breasts, leaving a thin line but no blood. Missy barely breathed. "You have no voice on this ship. I am the one in control here, and you are nothing. The sooner you understand that, the easier it will be for you." He backed up and stood, looking at the three of them with obvious pleasure. 

"Now pay attention, Girls. I really dislike having to repeat myself. You are not going to be held for ransom. I am not going to set you free at the next port. My main reason for boarding your ship was to capture you. I am a slaver. I take women, I train them and I sell them. If you cooperate, if will be much more pleasant for you than you think." 

Kate lay still and closed her eyes as nausea filled her. This couldn't be happening. She curled up a bit, as if it would somehow protect her from his words. She could feel the movement of the boat and hear the slap of the waves against the hull.

"I expect your prompt obedience. There will be rewards for those who obey and punishment for those who do not. Count on it. Consider yourselves to be slaves. You have nothing, you are nothing. So for your first lesson, you will learn that you wear nothing until I have decided you wear something." 

The knife flashed at her breasts and twice at her hips before Missy could make a noise. Boots took the scraps of fabric and ripped them from her body and tossed them overboard. Heather, her other cousin cried as her bikini was as easily cut and discarded. Heather curled up on herself, trying to hide her body from the men.

Boots stepped over to Kate and ran the back of his hand down her bare arm, savoring the touch. "You have lovely skin," he whispered to her and smiled as her eyes flickered open in fear, glancing from him to the horizon and back. "You are going to be exquisite naked at my feet." 

Kate starred at the horizon, fighting with herself not to scream. She wouldn't give this man that pleasure. Why didn't he just do it and be done with it? This was torture. She tried not to shiver as he moved the edge of the knife over the neckline of her dress. Just the feel of the blade against her skin made her want to start screaming and never stop. 

"What is your name, Girl?" his voice seemed to be all around her., filling her mind. He had a power to his words that made her want to answer.

She opened her mouth to answer and then shut it. Why should she tell him? Screw the bastard. 

Strong fingers forced her head to look toward him and she could see cold anger in his eyes, "Let's learn a lesson, shall we? When I ask a question, you answer. There are no exceptions." 

Boots nodded to his men and despite her struggles, they had Kate strung up by her outstretched wrists. He secured her feet to a handy cleat on the deck so her body was taught, almost like a crucifixion. She could support her weight on her toes or when they tired, her arms.

He brought the knife down to her waist and cut the skirt of her dress with a single stroke, bearing her leg to the thigh. He reached into a nearby bag and took out a long white stick.

"Bitch is gonna be sorry now," laughed the man that Kate had kicked in her stateroom, "You get her good Captain." 

Kate looked at the stick in confusion. Was he going to beat her with it? No. It appeared he was going to poke her with it. She saw the blue arch of electricity at the tip just before he pressed the cattle prod against her bare upper thigh. 

Kate screamed and fought the restraints as the pain whipped through her like lightning. And then it stopped. She hung there limply gasping and felt the knife slide over her skin, cutting away her sleeve, cutting down the bodice of the dress until her left breast was exposed. 

"I repeat myself," he spoke calmly, moving the cattle prod toward her exposed breast. "What is your name?" 

Kate began to fight the restraints frantically trying to get away from the pain before it came. She could hear someone screaming and then she was engulfed in a wash of white hot pain. The knife cut again at her skirt, slicing away more fabric and this time cutting away at the thin cotton fabric of her panties.

Several of the men made lewd comments. She could feel his fingers invading her, spreading her lower lips and her eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was going to do next. She looked at him in terror and shook her head in silent plea. 

The Captain just smiled back at her with feral delight, "What is your name?" 

"K-kate," she stammered, her mouth dry, her eyes focused on the cattle prod. 

"Short for Kathleen," he said knowingly as he lowered the prod and handed it to Francis. 

Kate felt something inside of her twist. He had done this to her, knowing the answer. He had forced her to obey. The realization of this, of the casual way he has caused her pain to make her obey sank in as his knife flashed in the late afternoon sun and piece by piece her dress fell to the deck. She felt as if he were baring her soul to the men the humiliation was intense for her. She could feel tears flowing down her face.

The Captain stepped back and admired her. Finally naked, she was indeed a work of beauty. Her skin had a soft uniform glow to it. She had not spent time in the sun like the other two girls, but her skin had a natural hue. Her breasts were nicely sized, full and firm with dark, hard nipples that just begged for torment. Her waist was trim and her hips swelled nicely. Long legs framed a V of dark curly hair that he would have shaved off. Her dark brown hair had a natural curl to it that made him want to tangle his fingers in it and pull her head back, arching her body. With training and some grooming, she would fetch a good price at auction as a sex toy; with work she would fetch a fortune as a submissive slave. 

He looked over his shoulder at the other two that were huddled next to each other crying. The temptation to zap them both with the cattle prod just for good measure was great. Neither of them had the inner strength to make a quality submissive. Still, he would find what area would make them fetch the best price, and he would get it. 

"Take those two inside and let Doc run his tests on them. The rest of you have work to do. After dinner, we'll see about having some fun with one of them."

"You, Bastard!"

He turned back to Kate and saw her glaring daggers at him. There was something about her helpless anger that aroused him. He reached up and stroked the soft curve of her breast, caressing the hard nipple until she gasped in pained pleasure despite herself.

"Get your goddamn hands off me!"

"Such a mouth, Kate," he chided. "I can gag you if you wish." He watched her anger rise and a pink flush spread over her skin. "Of course, I will punish you for swearing." 

He heard the short intake of breath and caught the flicker of her eyes return to the cattle prod he still held.

He slid his hand down the soft line of her belly and between her legs, seeking out the little button of her clit, "I know you are going to fight me, Kate. And I am going to prove to you that I control you. I will control your pain, and I will control your pleasure."

"Don't touch me! Stop it!" Kate tried to shake his hand free, but her movement was so limited she couldn't escape his hand. Touching herself had never felt as good as his fingers on her did now. 

She begged "No, please, No. God, no!" 

He lowered his mouth to her breast and swirled his tongue over the nipple. It was like a small electric shock from nipple to clit. She sobbed even as she arched her back unconsciously, pressing her breasts out for more.

He laughed and sucked on the nipple, pulling the hard nub into his mouth, ignoring her pleas for him to stop, his fingers rubbing her clit faster and faster until she fought the restraints again, straining to press her hips into his fingers. Then he stepped back, watching her body strain with desire to follow his fingers.

Her eyes widened with frustration and fury. She began an inventive stream of curses; fighting the restraints with such determination that he watched carefully to be sure that she would not injure herself. Without taking his eyes off of her, he reached into the bag and found the ball gag. 

He waited and when she paused for breath he moved. Pulling on her braid, he forced her head back and forced the ball gag into her mouth. 

She was shocked long enough for him to get the first strap buckled. It took two sharp slaps to her face to get her to hold still long enough for him to finish buckling the rest of the harness. He took his time making sure the straps were secure and checking her fingers and toes to be sure that she wasn't going to be damaged from this ordeal. At this point, she was in the shade, so there was no worry of her getting sunburned.

"Enjoy yourself, Kate. Doc will be by later to do some of his exam. We'll discuss your language later," he gathered up his bag and left her. 

Kate's Capture Ch. 02



Humming to himself, the Captain swung down the stairs to the lower deck of the yacht to the doctor's rooms. He was pleased to see one of the girls already strapped to the examining table. The other one crouched nervously in the holding cage.

"Have they been any trouble, Doc?"

"No, not at all," Doc said softly as he pushed a needle into the girl's arm and drew a tube of blood, "Meek as kittens. I take it you had a bit of a demonstration upstairs."

"Yes, I have one hanging off the back deck for you to see later. What do we have with these two?" He stroked the leg of the bound girl, aroused by her whimper. Still, her fear did not make him want to continue with her, but to return to Kate upstairs.

Doc withdrew the needle and put a bandage on the spot, "You caught yourself sisters and their cousin. This here is Heather, and our caged beauty is Melissa or Missy. Both girls are legal age, not virgins and clean of disease."

The Captain frowned, "Then why are you drawing blood?"

Doc smiled up at the Captain, "Because this little fish is pregnant and I want to check her hormone levels."

Heather whimpered and looked away, blinking back tears.

The Captain smiled. He just found a market for this one. Solange was always on the lookout for healthy, fertile girls. He would have to give her a call later and see what her opening offer would be. Unless she got cocky, she would have a pretty easy ride of it until Solange got her hands on her.

"Heather, are you afraid?" he asked in his gentlest voice.

Heather looked at him with frightened eyes and whispered, "Yes… yes, Sir."

"Were you planning to get rid of the baby?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Is that what you really wanted to do, or is that what you had to do?"

She looked at him, her eyes searching his, "Father said it's what I had to do."

"You won't need to get rid of the baby now. I know today has been frightening, but neither I nor my men will harm you as long as you obey. You have my word on that." He patted her leg kindly. He wasn't about to tell her that she wasn't going to be able to keep the baby after it was born, of course.

"What about me?" Missy asked, crawling to the edge of the cage.

The Captain walked over to her and crouched down to look at her eye-to-eye, "Honestly, right now, you aren't half as valuable to me as she is."

Missy looked offended, "But she is just a little tramp that got herself knocked up!"

Talkative little cunt, he thought. "That may be true, but in this business, that makes her worth quite a good deal of money. Tell me, Missy, what is your cousin like?"

There was a rattle of the chains and a small huff. The petulant tone made it clear that she didn't want to talk about her cousin, "Kate's an ass. Father made us bring her. He said she would be a good influence on us."

"And why is that?" he prompted.

"He thinks she's better than us. She's got character or something. But you saw her," Missy whined, "She fought you and wouldn't obey. I'll obey you; you can trust me. You don't need to chain me up. I – I find myself drawn to you."

The Captain almost yawned at her blatant and pathetic attempt to seduce him. Still, it would be entertaining to see how far she would take it, "You seem reasonably trustworthy. Where can you go on my ship anyway? Would you care to have dinner with me?"


Satisfaction blazed in Missy's eyes, "I would be delighted."

"One of the men will bring you upstairs when it is time."

Doc helped Heather down from the table and unlocked the cage. She went into it almost gratefully, staying as far away from her sister as she could.

"I'll go with you and see how the examination goes on Kate," the Captain offered.

Doc nodded, gathering a few items and heading out the door.

The sun was setting on the horizon as they came on deck. Kate flinched at the sound of their approach. They both looked at her with professional care. The Captain knew he had not made her off limits. Passing crew would have freely felt her body, teased her as was their right, while checking to make sure she was in no danger from her position. They were a well-trained crew and knew how to handle the merchandise. Of course, Kate would not have known that their main concern was her well-being. She only knew that man after man had come by and run his hands over her body like he owned her, suggesting lewdly what he wanted to do with her when it was "his turn," and then leaving her hanging there in ever increasing discomfort. It was no wonder she flinched.

"Hello there, Kate," The Captain whispered in her ear from behind, caressing her firm ass. "The Doctor has come to give you a quick physical. I am going to untie your feet. If you even so much as twitch the wrong way, I will make the cattle prod earlier look like child's play. Have I made myself clear?"

Slowly, Kate nodded. She felt the knife cut at the plastic that bound her ankles together. She wanted to shake her legs just to feel them move, but she held still as she felt the Captain move around to face her. She watched him warily as he took out a handkerchief and wiped away the drool from the sides of her mouth where it had oozed out from the gag. She was confused by the gentleness of the action.

Doc put cuffs on each of her ankles and then pushed her legs open wide with a spreader bar. He ignored the startled moan of fear. The Captain put his fingers under her chin and forced her eyes to his. He watched her eyes hungrily, seeing each reaction as Doc examined her.

"Can't do this in a well lit office, can we? No," he muttered, "Got to make me crawl around… hmmm… interesting."

The Captain's eyes never left Kate's, "What?"

"Good catch, Sir. This one's still cherry."

He watched a blush travel over her skin and tears well up in her eyes. God, she was making him hard. He let himself imagine taking her tonight, but that would spoil the price he could get. No wonder she fought so hard. Perhaps she was a religious type, saving herself for marriage. No matter, she would be kept until they got to base and he would set up a one night use auction for her. He let the doctor finish before he spoke again.

"If I let you down, are you going to fight me?"

Resignedly, Kate shook her head.

"Good girl," he stroked her cheek with his thumb, his eyes boring into hers, "If I take out the gag, are you going to curse me?"

Again she shook her head.

He removed the gag first and then the spreader bar. He then gently lowered her to the deck, letting her rest there while he put away the items. He came back and knelt by her, lifting the thick braid and slipping a leather collar around her neck. It locked with a snap that made her moan softly.

Kate lay in a daze of pain and confusion. Was he going to rape her now? She reached up to touch the collar and he caught her wrist before she could touch it and locked a leather cuff around it. She hurt so much that she didn't think she could stand being tied up again.

"Please…Captain, Sir…Please. I'm not fighting."

"I know," he replied, locking her other wrist into the matching cuff. "This won't hurt, Girl. I am going to take you to dinner and then put you down for the night. But you will be cuffed as it pleases me." 

With ease, he slipped a leather belt around her waist and locked it on, fastening the cuffs to short lengths of chain on it. The finishing touch was a leather and chain leash snapped to the front of the collar.

"On your feet, Girl," he ordered and stood, waiting.

Slowly and awkwardly, Kate struggled to her feet until she was standing dejectedly at the end of the leash. Without a word, she followed him into the spacious dining room where the men were gathering. The scent of spicy meat and vegetables filled the air and made her mouth water.

"Is she our dessert, Captain?"

"How about having her as an appetizer? We could spread her out on the table," suggested another.

"She's cherry, so you know what that means," the Captain said good-naturedly as he sat at the head of the table, indicating to Kate that she should kneel on the floor.

Several of the men moaned and one cursed. "Cap', I hear one's got a bun in the oven. Are we going to get any at all on the way home?"

The Captain dished up some of the meat, "Oh yes. It seems our third fish thinks that she can ingratiate herself with me for favors. So I invited her to dinner. She will be all yours men for the remainder of the trip. Francis, if you would be so kind as to fetch her from Doc's rooms. Oh, and allow her a robe. I want her to feel comfortable for dinner."

"You are going to hand her over to all of them to use… sexually?" Kate looked up at the Captain in horror.

He returned her look with one of ice-cold sternness, "She has no other value to me right now. The men have worked hard and deserve a reward. I will add questioning me to your punishments for tomorrow. I expect you to be silent through dinner or I will gag you for the remainder of the night. Is that a problem?"

Kate inched back from him, "No, Sir." The idea of having that gag again was almost too much for her. Wordlessly, he pulled the leash, forcing her back to where she had been kneeling. He pushed a glass of water at her and gave her a look that needed no words. She drank until he took it away.

Missy walked into the room free of any fetters, wearing a dark blue kimono robe with gold embroidery. She knew things were looking up for her when the Captain stood and pulled out her chair. She gave him her best smile and thanked him.

"Only the best for our guest of honor," he replied in that clipped British accent that sent chills down her spine.

Missy smoothed the robe, wishing it were something better. This was still to close to being naked, but at least she was covered from the prying eyes of the crew. Better than poor Kate who looked like something that cat dragged in from a bad fetish club. Was that jealousy she saw in her eyes? Most likely. She wasn't fooled by Kate's hard work story. She was just after Daddy's money. Well, if someone had to get fed to the dogs, it might as well be Kate.

The Captain put some meat and vegetables on Missy's plate and poured her a glass of wine, "I hope this is to your liking. We don't dine as well every night, but tonight is a celebration. Kate here tells me that your father is quite the influential man."

Kate made a small noise and then froze, as if being very still would make the Captain not notice the sound. He did not look down, but cut a piece of meat and held it in his fingers at her lips. Unable to move her hands more than an inch or two, she tried to pick it daintily from his fingers. It was humiliating to be fed like the family dog begging for scraps.

Missy shot Kate a dirty look. How dare she try to steal the attention for herself. Well, this explained the change of events. This man realized he had gotten more than he had bargained for. "Yes, Father is quite influential with several senators. He may be running for office himself," she said smoothly as she cut up her meat, "There can't be the slightest hint of impropriety, you understand. It would be in everyone's best interests if the problems just didn't happen; if you know what I mean." Maybe she would let the Captain bed her, just so he would know that she was really grateful.

The Captain smiled and dangled another piece of meat at Kate, making her reach for it, "I think I do. If you and your sister were to return, unharmed; your Father would be willing to look the other way to our activities today."

Missy nodded and took a drink of the wine. The warmth of it gave her a flush of power. She would be the one to rescue them.

"And what do you propose for your cousin?" he gave the leash a sharp yank causing Kate to give a small cry of surprise and fear. She bit her lip hoping it was not enough of a sound to make him gag her.

Missy took a bite of the meat and chewed thoughtfully. "I would hope," she finally said, gesturing with her fork, "that you would free her out of the goodness of your heart."

"And if I have no goodness?" his voice was low and cold.

Missy seemed not to notice the silence around the table as the men ate and watched the interplay, "You hold the cards here. I guess she would stay with you. It's not like she has any family that would miss her, and she seems content enough to kneel at your feet and be fed like Lassie."

Kate starred at her cousin in shock. She hadn't realized that she was rising to her feet until the Captain yanked on the leash hard enough to force her back down to her knees. The fresh memory of the gag was the only thing that kept her from screaming a few choice phrases at Missy.

Oblivious, Missy kept going, "See, she doesn't even deny it." She drank some more wine and had some more of the vegetables.

The Captain tied off the leash to the arm of the chair, keeping Kate bent so the only comfortable position was to rest her head on his thigh, "Tell me, is it that she had uninterested family or that she has no family?"

Missy sneered, "No family other than us. We're really second cousins or maybe third. Father acted as her guardian until she reached eighteen. Lived off of us is what she did."

"Then I can see that releasing her is of no particular use to your family, and a loss of income for me. Still, the loss of income that I could get from three of you is substantial. I would be more inclined to free only one of you." Missy put down the wine glass and looked thoughtful. She had to play this carefully and not look too self preserving. "I would have to say Heather, she is my sister, but…" she trailed off deliberately.

The Captain managed to keep a neutral look on his face. "But," he prompted, curious to see how she would try to save herself.

"My father would force her to abort the baby," Missy looked down in feigned sadness and then up at the Captain as if in remembered hope, "But didn't you tell her you had some way planned for her to keep the baby?"

The Captain steepled his fingers thoughtfully, "I did."

"I know how much the baby means to Heather. She has cried for weeks over this. Would it be crueler to keep her here and let her keep the baby; or to free her and make her loose the baby? I couldn't send her back to Father only to have her loose the baby. I couldn't live with myself."

The Captain nodded, "So you suggest then that I free you."

Missy nodded, wiping away a tear she had managed to blink out, "It sounds terribly selfish, I know."

"It does. But out of the three of you, you are the most cost effective one to toss back. However, after dinner tonight, I think I have found something about you that increases your value," he said calmly, trying to feed another piece of meat to Kate. He noticed that she turned her head, refusing it; and he felt the warmth of tears on his leg. He would finish feeding her once the men got started on this rich bitch.

"Value?" Missy said truly perplexed, "But we were discussing sending me home."

"I discuss world politics, Girl, but I don't plan on becoming an ambassador. It was a dinner conversation for my amusement. But yes, I have found some value in your shallow, self-serving attempts at manipulation. You have sufficient acting skills that I think some of my buyers may find you valuable. I dare say, that somewhere in that fluff you call a brain, you will be proud to be the star of videos and private performances. You can start your new career tonight by entertaining my men. I have given four of them permission to use you as they wish. The other four will have you tomorrow."

"But—," Missy pushed back her chair, "You said I was a guest of honor."

Francis grabbed Missy by the hair and pulled her out of her chair, "Coffee table's free, Mates." He pulled the robe off of Missy and backhanded her in a smooth motion that stunned her long enough for him to tie her hands behind her back with the robe tie.

The Captain ignored them and turned his attention to Kate, loosening the leash and allowing her up, "You do not refuse any food that I offer you."

Kate looked over at Missy and then back to the Captain, "Please, I am not hungry."

"We will stay here until you have eaten all that I give you. If you wish to leave this room, then you will eat." He held out the piece of meat.

Defeated she took it and choked it down.

Missy's breasts were pushed against the smooth wood of the coffee table as a red-headed man tied her ankles to the legs spreading her wide. 

This couldn't be happening. Not to her. Not by these rough men. He couldn't do this to her.

"Hey, Paolo, you ready?

"Getting the counters. Grigor's gone to get his paddle."

Missy struggled, trying to see what they were doing. The Italian looking guy named Paolo had a small cloth bag. The red haired man and the weasel like man were waiting, looking at her. She could just see the Captain feeding Kate. Goddamn her. Somehow this was all her fault. 

An ox of a man came into the room carrying a wooden paddle. Her eyes widened even further. He wasn't going to use that on her… he couldn't.

Each man reached into the bag and drew out a disc. Francis swore, "Paddy, how do you always get to go first?"

"Just the luck of the Irish, Mate," the red-haired man laughed swaggering over to Missy. He ran his finger up her slit, "Wouldn't you know it; the bitch is wet."

The men laughed, and Missy flushed. He had to be lying. There was no way she could be aroused by this. She cried as he pushed into her tight pussy, half in surprise and half in pleasure. God he felt good! The few men she had ever been with had never been this thick or long. He pulled almost all the way out and then plunged in hard and deep; and she moaned. 

Paddy moaned himself and began a steady fucking of her cunt. He held onto her hips so he could plunge into her harder. Missy screamed and struggled to get more of him and his wonderful cock. She squeezed him with her body, trying to hold him inside of her and Paddy swore and drove himself faster and harder and then tensed as he couldn't hold himself back any longer, shooting his load deep into her cunt.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Paddy stumbled back breathless.

"Never seen you give in so quick," laughed Grigor, caressing his wooden paddle.

"Just wait 'till you stick it in her, then you'll understand," Paddy went over to the bar and grabbed a beer.

Paolo tossed his counter back into the bag, "So the rich bitch is a good fuck, but what is her mouth like?"

Missy was still trying to catch her breath, frustrated that Paddy had come before she had. Oaf. The Italian man walked in front of her and her breath caught. She had felt Paddy's cock, but had not seen it. Paolo's cock was magnificent. A hunger inside of her seemed to wake like a primeval beast. She had her mouth open for it before he demanded it. She took the head of him in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it experimentally. Lawrence had begged her to do this, but she had refused him, telling him it was nasty. She felt the slit opening at the tip with her tongue and slid her tongue under the foreskin. She liked the moaning sound that he made as her teeth moved gently over his skin.

"Oh, yeah, suck it you little slut," Paolo said, wrapping his fingers into her blond hair.

She pulled him deeper into her mouth, sucking on his thickness with increasing strength. She tried moving her tongue, wondering if it would cause him to moan more, or to tighten his fingers in her hair. The harder he wrapped his fingers the harder she wanted to suck on him. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him, the sense of control he had over her. This had to be the sexiest thing that she had ever done in her entire life. If only…if only one of them would just fuck her again. She moaned, trying to convey this need, lifting her hips up and back as she tried to pull Paolo even deeper.




Kate's Capture Ch. 02



"Fucking A," Francis swore, "I think the bitch likes this!"

Missy moaned again, sucking Paolo with a steady, hard rhythm. She felt Francis poke his cock into her pussy and moaned that it was not as sizeable at Paddy's had been, still it was better than nothing. Her jaw was beginning to ache, but she didn't want to give up the prize that was in her mouth. She teased the sensitive underside of his cock and felt him twitch in her mouth. Francis pulled out of her cunt and she squealed her displeasure much to their amusement. She paused for a moment as she felt him pull her ass cheeks apart and position his cock at her tight opening and press. She wiggled, trying to escape this humiliation.

Paolo slapped her upside the head, "Keep sucking, Whore!"

The pressure increased and she felt him pushing in, his fingers digging into her hips, pulling her back onto it, stretching her. She screamed as she thought she was going to be torn in half, and then she realized that it didn't really hurt. Paolo slapped her again. She resumed sucking him eagerly, teasing him with her tongue faster. Francis moved and she moaned at the sensation. He moved again and she moaned in response. More! She wanted more! She thrust back and heard laughter. It didn't matter, she got what she wanted. Sucking on Paolo like a mad woman, she began to thrust on Francis' cock.

Paolo moaned and pulled out, shooting his cum on her face and hair, "Oh, Yes… Oh Yesssss!" Missy coughed and blinked as it splattered her face and eyes, never once faltering on her quest for more cock in her ass. She could feel the pleasure in her building and building. Just a little more…. And the cock was gone from her ass and she felt the hot sticky cum being shot on her back.

"No!" She struggled on the coffee table, "I wasn't ready. I needed just a little more."

Grigor leaned over and whispered in her ear, "What makes you think we plan to let you have an orgasm, Bitch?"

Missy froze for a brief, horrified moment, "How dare you! You lowlife scum! I am not a cheap little sex toy!"

SMACK. The wooden paddle caught her pert ass right in the middle. She didn't have a chance to protest before Grigor swung the paddle around again for a second hard SMACK. Any pleasure she had been feeling quickly dissipated by the solid pain of the paddle. Each hit nearly drove the breath from her, until she was gasping for air. The men were counting in chant with each resounding stroke. 15… 16… 17… 18… 19… 20.

Grigor tossed the paddle aside, thrusting himself into her wet pussy as hard as he could, and pinching at her bright red skin until she screamed. With a smile of great self-satisfaction and pleasure he came, deep inside. He pulled out and made her lick himself clean.

"You're right, Bitch," Grigor growled with satisfaction, "You aren't a cheap little sex toy. You are a high priced sex toy, and a damn fine one at that, too." 



Kate's Capture Ch. 03



Kate awoke with a start, half sitting up, only to be pulled back down to the bed by the short length of chain attached to the collar around her neck. Without thinking, she tried to reach up to the collar but the band around her waist held her wrist chained there. She gave a frustrated cry and pulled on the restraining chains as hard as she could, only to collapse on the bed panting. 

"Good Morning," the Captain said as he strode into the room. He wore dark pants, a dark shirt and his boots. He unlocked the neck chain and helped her up. "I thought you might like a turn in the bathroom." He gave her a gentle push toward the small bathroom. "Just the quick necessities. I will give you time for a shower tonight if you earn it." 

Kate stood tall inside the doorway and glared at him for a long moment.

He smiled back, amused. "Yes?" 

"Move, so I can shut the door." 

"You haven't earned privacy yet," his tone held no room for discussion. 

Kate's face grew hot in embarrassment. Resolutely not looking at him, she used the toilet only to find the chains weren't long enough for her wipe herself. 

"I need you to free my hands," she tried to keep her voice level. She would not show him how humiliating this was. 

"Oh? Why?" 

"Chained like this, I cannot clean myself properly. You don't want me getting smelly or infected or something." 

"No, you are quite right," he stepped over, ripped off some tissue and wipped her himself. 

She was still in shock as he forced her to her feet and back into the bedroom. He shook out her braid and brushed her hair with the ease of a man who has done it many times. Kate sat stunned. When would this nightmare end? She felt him braid her hair, quickly, twisting the elastic onto the end and dropping the braid on her back. 

"Breakfast?" he asked almost cheerfully. 

"No!" Kate looked at him like he was insane, "I don't want to have breakfast with you. I don't want to be fed like a dog. I want to go home. I want my clothes, I want these chains off. And I want this nightmare to end!" 

"Of course you do. But this is your reality, Kate. Maybe you will be bought by someone that will give you a place at the table and clothes to wear, but you are never going home." The Captain looked her right in the eye. "Learn to accept it; submit to it." 

"Like hell I will!" Anger eclipsed all fear. Kate punched at him with both of her feet, pushing him into the wall with a resounding thud. She dashed for the door, running into the hallway and into the salon. For a long second she froze as several of the men looked at her from around the room. 

Frantic, she darted toward the deck door, hoping to get past them before they realized what was happening. Several of the men jumped up, blocking the route between her and the door. 

"There isn't anywhere for you to go, Kate." The Captain said from behind her. 

Kate tried to find a position where she her back wasn't to any one of the men, but she couldn't find one. 

"Kneel on the floor, Kate and I will accept that as your surrender. There will be no punishment. If you do not, you will suffer the consequences." 

"I will never submit to you, Asshole!" she yelled at him. Her anger was her undoing. Giving her attention to the Captain, gave Grigor the opportunity to sweep her legs out and push her face down to the floor, holding her there easily with his massive body. 

"Get me some rope," The Captain ordered, "And tell Doc we need to feed a reluctant girl." In short order he and Grigor had Kate hogtied and helpless on the floor. 

"She's a feisty one, Cap'n," Grigor observed, remembering his first meeting with Kate. 

"She is," The Captain agreed, "And they make the best slaves once they are broken." 

"Yeah, but we have to survive the breaking."

Doc trundled into the salon a few minutes later, giving Kate a curiously pleased look. "On her knees please. Head back." There was something about his tone that made Kate shiver. 

Grigor roughly pulled Kate onto her knees and held her there with a leg on each side of her. He wrapped her braid around his hand and pulled down, forcing her head back. Kate breathed hard, fear making her heart pound. Were they going to kill her? Grigor held her so tightly she couldn't move an inch. She could hear the tearing of paper and the Captain whispering to Doc. 

Then the Captain came into her view. His eyes were cold and his voice colder, "You will submit to me, Girl. You will learn to beg me for your meals and be grateful to take it from my hand. You will kneel at my feet by your choice." 

He walked out of her line of sight and was replaced by Doc. He held a length of clear plastic tubing and was smiling a smile that almost made Kate ill. She tried to struggle, but Grigor's grip held her tightly. 

The next few minutes were hell as Doc forced the tube into her nose and down her throat. She was gagging on the tubing and tears were streaming out of her eyes and still he forced the tubing into her. He finally declared her ready. 

"Protein drink, please," Doc asked someone. Kate couldn't see who handed him the bottle, but Doc took it and filled a large plastic syringe. "Nice and cold. Do you know that the colder the fluid, the more prone you will be to have stomach cramps? Funny how that works. But don't worry, I'll be here to watch you suffer." 

Kate tried to scream as she felt the ice cold drink hit her stomach. He pushed the fluid in hard and fast and then pulled the tube out. Grigor let her fall back to the floor. 

She lay there coughing and moaning as she felt her stomach begin to cramp, praying that they would just leave her alone, when he poked her with the tip of his boots. 

"Now that you have eaten, it is time to see about your punishments from yesterday and this morning."

Kate moaned helplessly as the Captain began to drop bundle after bundle of coiled rope on the floor next to her. The first bundle of rope was uncoiled and the Captain folded the rope in half, wrapped it around her waist and brought the rope around to her front where he tied it with a hitch knot. Smiling wickedly, he made a square knot several inches down and pulled the rope between her legs snugly. He made sure the ropes weren't twisted or that they weren't pinching, put the knot would torment her clit every time she moved. He brought the rope up and over the waist rope, tying it off with another knot before separating the two strands of rope and bringing the around her hips to the front. The single ropes looped around the vertical one and pulled them open to form a diamond shape on her front, tightening the crotch rope and then swept to the back to repeat the process again before being tied off.

Satisfied with that, the Captain, took another length of rope and released the ones that were holding her. Kate flopped almost bonelessly on the floor stunned, giving him enough time to reposition her arms and retie them behind her back with the new length of rope. She whimpered as he wrapped the rope around chest, above and below her breasts, circling around the back of her neck and tightening between her breasts. With her upper body secure he grabbed her left leg and bent it at the knee, wrapping rope around her thigh and calf and then securing it so she could not unbend her leg.

The Captain and Grigor lifted her up on her one free leg and balanced her there as they attached another rope to the rope harness he had created on her body. Grigor held this so she wouldn't topple over, while the Captain took the last length of rope and wrapped it around her left ankle. The trailing end of this rope was passed through a bolt. With adjustments in the two ropes they suspended Kate from the ceiling of the room, balancing her precariously on her one foot.

Kate yelped as the ropes tilted her forward so she felt she was falling. The only way to stand was on her tiptoe and even then it felt like the rope would break. She wanted to fight it, to struggle against it, but the fear of the ropes breaking and her falling was stronger. 

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this is what he planned, that logically, the ropes would hold her; however, getting the rest of her mind to accept that was another matter.

"Comfortable now, Kate?" The Captain asked solicitously.

"Go to hell, you Bastard," she whispered back, struggling to find the balance that would never be there. Her stomach cramped from the cold drink, but the ropes kept her from being able to bend to ease the pain.

"I see you didn't learn your lesson yesterday, so perhaps another day with a gag will teach you." He held out his hand knowing that one of his men would hand him the item that he needed. Indeed, the ball gag was put into his hand. His eyes caught the flicker of fear in her eyes. And while she didn't open wide for the gag, he noticed that she didn't fight as hard as she could have. He was wearing her down.

He stepped back to admire her in the ropes. She was beautiful. He cursed that she was a virgin and he would have to wait to have time with her. Still, he could enjoy flogging her for the first time. The ropes would provide her with some protection, but she would feel enough of it to make it worth the effort.

He took the flogger and gave a few practice strokes to limber up, letting her hear the swish of the leather in the air. Yes, he heard her moan in fear behind the gag. He let the suspense build, watched her struggle against the unnatural position of the ropes and then he struck with precision. The leather bit at her flawless skin and left red marks on her exposed inner thigh. Her muffled scream and wide eyes made him aroused.

"Grigor," he spoke, his eyes never leaving the trembling, bound form before him, "Get that Missy girl up here. I will have need of her when I am done."

"Aye, Captain."

He ran the strands of the flogger through his fingers a few times and then swung again, striking the soft curve of her backside once, twice, three times – each time harder than before. He ran his fingers lightly over the reddened skin, marveling at the texture and feeling. She marked perfectly. He stepped back and began a steady flogging of her ass and upper thighs.

Again he ran his hand over the red skin, feeling the heat, feeling her flinch and hearing her muffled moan. Curious, he ran his fingers along the crotch rope. The girl was soaking wet. He showed his wet fingers to the men watching and the small room erupted in catcalls and laughter.

"Captain," gasped Paddy in laughter, "Now we know why she's been fighting you so hard. She's just wanted you to beat her until she comes."

The Captain reached up and painted her lips with her own juices, watching the tears roll down her face. He wanted her on her knees at his feet. He wanted to see her submitting to him of her own free will. He wanted her for himself. 

Surprised at the strength and intensity of this desire, he walked away from Kate. What was wrong with him? He had never wanted one of the girls this way before. Oh, he has wanted the girls before – wanted them to screw them or whip them, but never wanted one like he did this one. Suddenly the idea of selling of Kate didn't please him at all.

"Grigor!" he yelled sharply, "Hurry it up!" The Captain dropped the heavy flogger and picked up the lighter breast flogger and set to work on Kate's helplessly dangling breasts. She jerked and flinched in the ropes and screamed into the ball gag. He lashed at her steadily until Grigor pulled a struggling Missy into the room. Missy took in the situation quickly and stopped struggling. She wasn't about to get herself strung up like that and have them beat the living tar out of her if she could avoid it. She watched the Captain come over to her, a flogger still in his hand.

"I understand that you enjoyed yourself last night, Missy." She heard the tension in his voice.

"Well, whatever you put in the wine did the trick," she replied cautiously, her eyes darting back to the moaning figure of Kate.

The Captain grinned, "There was nothing in the wine, Girl. That was just you."

Missy looked stunned and then said rather imperiously, "Someone spiked my wine then, because I can assure you, I don't act that way."

"You did. And right now you are going to get on your knees and give me some relief before I decide to have you join her." He flicked at her thighs with the breast flogger, just hard enough to make her squeak with surprise and dance where she stood.

Missy dropped to her knees and reached for the Captain's pants. She hated to admit it to herself, but she was eager to see what he was like and even more eager to feel her mouth around him. She was still frustrated from last night. After all that hard, wonderful sex, not a single one of the men had let her orgasm. Then they had cuffed her hands so she couldn't touch herself and left her until now. Her sleep had been filled with dreams of sex and need and even now, her body was throbbing with desire.

She freed the Captain's hard cock and began to suck on it, her mind busy with ideas. She remembered the Captain saying that the other four crew men were going to have her today. Maybe if she could get the Captain to be interested in her instead of Kate, he would give Kate to them and she would only have to deal with him. In time, she could control him. She gave herself to sucking him with total passion.

The Captain moaned in pleasure at her enthusiasm and thrust into her mouth hard. He kept his eyes on Kate, imagining it to be her. He wrapped his fingers into her hair and pulled Missy even closer, pumping down her throat as she sucked and moaned and caressed his legs. He came with a long, shuddering gasp, forcing Missy to swallow his cum or choke on it. Releasing her only when he was sure he was done and pushing her away.

He tidied himself and looked at Missy, lying on the floor, stunned, "You seem eager enough to take care of the rest of the men. Grigor, keep your eye on Kate. I'll be back to see her get her lunch. The rest of you get to your work."

Butch, Viktor and Soren gathered around Missy. Doc came over with the bag of counters and offered them to the men. Soren drew the first go, with Butch second and Viktor third. There seemed to be some understanding that Doc would go last.

Soren pushed her onto her back and began pounding on her immediately. He roughly squeezed a breast in each hand, laughing as Missy cried out at the discomfort of both the sex and his mauling. She struggled under him, trying to find a position where it wouldn't hurt as much.

"You're hurting me! Stop!" She pushed on his chest.

He backhanded her hard enough that she tasted blood. Fear welled up in her and she screamed, struggling now as hard as she could. To his surprise, she managed to shove him off of her. She tried to roll on her side, curling up against the pain. Soren grabbed her by her shoulders, partially lifting her and slammed her against the floor. He forced her legs open again and thrust back in with a pleased sigh. God, this was almost too good for words. He came in her with a triumphant shout, thrusting deeply.

Missy lay stunned, gasping for air, her whole body aching and throbbing as Soren left her and Butch rolled her over onto her stomach. He prodded at her ass, smearing some of Soren's cum around the puckered hole. The realization of what he was doing hit Missy.

"Oh, God, No! Please, No! Please, Don't," she begged, turning around and clinging to his legs, "Please, don't do that me, not there! I beg you."

Butch laughed, "And what will you do for me if I don't?" He motioned to Soren to bring two lengths of rope.

Thinking she was getting somewhere, Missy's hope's revived, "I'll – I'll give you a blow job – a good one, and I'll – I'll –" 

Butch grabbed her right hand and quickly tied it tightly to her right ankle, "Bitch, you're gonna give me a blow job anyway. You're gonna take my cock anywhere I want to put it." He tied her left wrist to her left ankle and flipped her back over onto her face so her ass was sticking up in the air. 

He lubricated her asshole again and began to push in. He moaned at the tightness of her ass as she yelped. She had thought last night that she was being stretched apart, but this guy felt like he was twice as big. She begged and pleaded and still he forced himself into her ass until she was sobbing. Then he began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out and then shoving himself back in hard, laughing at her scream. Over and over he thrust into her until her pushed deeply, squirting his cum inside of her. He pulled out, slapping her on the ass only to have Viktor thrust himself into the same hole seconds later. Viktor pounded at her and pounded at her for what seemed like hours until her finally pulled out and sprayed her back with hot spurts of semen. 

To her surprise Doc untied her and rolled her over, touching her gently. "Shh, it's okay now," he crooned softly, holding his body close to her, "I'm not going to hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."

She clung to him crying, her whole body aching from the abuse of the other three men. Gently, Doc began to stroke her body – a soft caress to her breasts, a gentle touch to her clit – until her body began to respond and Missy found herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. He laid her on her back and slipped between her legs, sliding in painlessly and began to gently make love to her, still teasing her body to a higher level. He bent down and suckled her nipples until she begged him to stop because she didn't think she could take the sensation of it anymore. 

"Do you want to come?" he whispered to her, teasing her yet higher.

"Yes," she moaned, "yes!"

"Then come for me," he commanded. He moved his hands from her breasts to around her throat and began to cut off her air, a strange smile on his face.

Missy's eyes grew wide as she realized what he was doing. She tried to claw his hands off, but his positioning gave him the leverage and her struggling was using up her oxygen. She felt herself orgasm, but it didn't matter. Air. She needed air. She struggled frantically and felt him come inside of her. And then there was darkness.

Kate struggled with herself. She could smell dinner cooking. Any moment he and Doc would be back. She felt tears slide down her face. She couldn't keep fighting. He had proven that he would just win.

She glanced over to where Missy lay on the floor sleeping. She thought the doctor had killed her earlier. She wasn't dead just unconscious. Soren had fastened a collar around Missy's neck and fastened her to a leg of the table by a length of rope. 

Right before lunch, the Captain had come by and checked on both of them. Missy was still unconscious, but otherwise was breathing fine. He then moved over to Kate. He ran his fingers over the marks on her body from the flogging, caressing them like a connoisseur. He did not speak to her, but called Doc over and had him put the tube down her nose again to feed her. Then he had Doc catheterize her. The shame was horrible. She sobbed as they finally lowered her left leg, massaging it briskly, only to bind her right leg and put it up in the same suspension.

The afternoon passed in a daze of growing horror. Missy came to and was given some food by Francis who was in the room watching both of them. Kate began to realize that the more time that passed, the closer it got to another encounter with Doc and his feeding tubes. She didn't think she could take another forced feeding, let another session with the catheter. Her whole body ached from being tied and suspended. By the time the Captain entered the small salon again Kate was almost desperate. She tried calling out to him.

He came over and took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped up the drool from her ball gag, "You seem to wanting to communicate something to me."




Kate's Capture Ch. 03



Kate nodded, moaning to punctuate her willingness.

He smiled, "Maybe it should wait until after dinner. Doc will be up in a few minutes."

Kate shook her head frantically, her eyes welling up with tears. 

"All right, I'll remove the gag for a few minutes, but if you risk another flogging if you curse," he warned.

The gag removed, Kate suddenly found it hard to say the words she had been planning for most of the afternoon.

"I don't have all day," he snapped, "say it or the gag goes back in until morning."

"Please...Sir," she managed at last, "you win."

"Win what?" he reached up and caressed a red-marked breast.

She winced at the tenderness of her breast, "You win. I won't fight you anymore. I – I won't curse at you. I'll be obedient."

"Why?" he asked, pinching her nipple.

She gasped at the pain, trying to concentrate on the conversation, "Why? You proved you are stronger than I am. I can't fight this."

"Are you going to kneel at my feet of your own will?"

Her head dropped in despair, "Yes."

He lifted her chin with his fingers and looked into her eyes, "Remember this, Kate. If you disobey me, I will have you back here, and it will take more than your word to convince me the second time."

Dinner was served and Kate knelt at his feet, taking bites of food from his hand as silent tears rolled down her face.



Kate's Capture Ch. 04



Kate lay in the bunk exhausted but unable to sleep. The Captain had worked her steadily all morning with various exercises and positions over and over. She had ached so much that she was grateful to just kneel and be fed at lunch. After lunch, he had chained her to the bunk to rest and left her here.

But now something was different. The motor had changed. There was a bump. Kate tried to look out the window. The afternoon sun that had been pouring in shifted as the boat turned slowly. Was that a tree? Were they at land? If there was land, there was the possibility of someone rescuing them. However, she realized that shouting right now would probably just get her gagged again.

The door the room opened and he stood there, gazing at her. She knew she had a guilty look on her face, yet she hadn't been doing anything wrong. Without conscious thought, she inched back on the bunk.

"Don't bother thinking about escape, Girl. It's a private island. The people that work here are loyal to me. Any attempt to escape, or convince someone to help you escape will result in severe punishment to you and to them." He unlocked the chain to her collar. "Present."

She starred blankly at him, her mind still busy with the idea of an island and other people.

He flicked the crop at her and it smacked sharply across her thigh, "I said present."

Present? Oh fuck. He meant one of those damn positions from this morning. She scrambled to her knees, trying to remember which one it was. The crop fell again, harder, marking over the first line on her thigh. She knelt up as tall and straight as she could and parted her thighs widely. Hands. She was supposed to do something with them. The crop fell a third time and she cried out at the pain. She remembered and laced her hands behind her neck and held the position, reviewing it in her mind to see if she forgot anything; keeping her eye on the crop. It landed on her thigh again and she dropped her hands, confused.

"Hands behind your neck, Girl. You were right the first time. That was for watching. You are to keep your eyes straight ahead," he corrected patiently.

She fixed her eyes on a cupboard across the room. It was just playing along, she told herself. She held the position while he packed a few things into a carryall and then attached a leather leash onto her collar. Gently, he brought her hands down behind her back and secured them with leather cuffs.

"All right. Follow me." He gave a little tug on the collar and she had no other real choice but to follow him. She scrambled off the bed, scowling at him and thinking of several curses. She wasn't going to say them and get herself gagged again.

He led her up to the back deck. Heather was there, kneeling on the deck, her eyes down looking small and vulnerable. Doc was standing next to her, his fingers in her hair, caressing her almost as if she were a pet.

The Captain stopped by Doc, "Take her to the training cells and be sure she is ready. Solange should be here tonight to pick her up. She'll probably stay for dinner, get the girl and then be gone in the morning. The boys have the other one for now, and I have this one."

Doc gave Kate a chilling smile, "Let me know if you need me. It's always a pleasure to work with the stubborn ones."

Kate's eyes grew wide in horror at the eagerness in his voice and she stepped back from him, unaware of the low noise of fear she made. Without thinking of about it, she moved closer to the Captain, and pressed herself again him. He laughed and led her off the boat.

The farther they went from the boat, the closer Kate followed the Captain. She had almost grown used to the idea of being naked on the boat, but this was different. There were people here that were looking at her, some were starring openly and commenting . He led her up the path to a large sprawling house. There on a deck overlooking the docks sat a handsome black man reading a newspaper. The plate of his finished meal sat on the table next to him.

"So this is one of the girls you caught," he said in an accent of rounded letters that Kate could not place.

"Yes," The Captain replied in his clipped British tones as he pulled the leash forcing her forward, "This is Kate. Missy is with the other men and is at your disposal. Has Solange called in yet?"

He put down the paper and studied Kate with a practiced eye, "She is already here, resting by the pool. I am surprised you didn't see her ship when you docked, but then with this one, I can see where you were distracted."

"You don't know the half of it, Malachi. She is stubborn as the day is long, but I think she will make an excellent slave when all is said and done."

"Really?" Malachi gave Kate another hard look, "What makes you say that?"

The Captain pulled Kate to the table and pushed her over on it, spreading her legs with his feet. She gasped in surprise, struggling at the leather cuffs in her panic. She was completely unprepared for the fast and hard lashes on the back of her thighs with the leather leash. She screamed and kicked, but he held her down easily. Casually her reached between her legs and stroked his finger between her lower lips and held it out for Malachi to see. It was wet with her arousal.

Malachi smiled, "I see. I doubt she is even aware of that side of herself yet."

"She is completely unaware. She is still learning submission. I plan a lesson in it tonight as long as she is well behaved; otherwise she will be spending time with Doc." He loosened his hold on Kate and let her up.

Kate turned and gave them both a look of pure hatred and disgust. She literally had to bite her lower lip to keep from telling them what she thought of them. How dare they talk about her like she was some prize cow up for sale? Words bubbled to her mind of just what she wanted to say to both of them, but the ache in her jaw reminded her only too well what it was like to spend the day gagged. What did they mean she was unaware? Unaware of what?

The Captain saw the look on her face and smiled at her, "Kneel."

She stood a bit straighter, looked him in the eyes as if to dare him to beat her, and knelt as gracefully as she could in defiance. She held onto her anger, nursing it. It was all she had and the only thing he could not take away from her.

To her surprise, he did not scold her or correct her, but reached down and gently caressed her cheek with thumb and murmured softly, "So beautiful."

She lowered her eyes, not in submission, but in confusion as her anger dissipated in the sudden warmth of his approval. Why did she suddenly feel this way? How could she be so pleased that he found her beautiful? Why did she suddenly want to feel that gentle touch again? What was wrong with her?

She looked up and saw Malachi watching her, and dropped her eyes again. The Captain had said to keep her eyes down. Something about Malachi scared her, and she didn't want to give him some excuse. Suddenly, it was all too much. She had been afraid for too many days, pushed too hard. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her face before she could try to stop them. She began to sob.

The Captain crouched down and lifted her chin with his fingers to look into her eyes, "What is it, Little One?"

"I can't do this! Please! Please just kill me and stop this torture!" Kate sobbed harder.

"I am not a murderer, Little One. You are tired and overwrought. These last few days have been hard for you. It will get easier. Stop fighting it and relax." He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, "Go on and cry; it will make you feel better."


He picked up the sobbing girl in his arms. Malachi opened the French doors and the Captain carried Kate inside. He took her down a hall to a large room and laid her on the huge bed. Kate sobbed harder, struggling futilely against the leather cuffs as she became more agitated.

"Malachi, Please go get Doc," the Captain asked quietly. 

"NO!" Kate almost screamed, "Please, No! I beg you, No! I'll be good. I'll be obedient! Please, don't!"

Malachi slipped out of the room.

The Captain sat on the edge of the bed, "He's not going to hurt you, Girl."

By the time Malachi came back into the room with Doc, Kate had worked herself into quite a state. One look at Doc and she started to scream in terror, trying to crawl off the bed. It took both the Captain and Malachi to hold her down for Doc to give her an injection. As the drug began to work, the screams stopped and the sobs began to fade as Kate slipped into unconsciousness.

Malachi straightened his clothing, "Well, that was educational."

The Captain looked down at the exhausted girl and felt something different than he normally felt, "She's just making the transition. Better now then before the auction."

Doc finished checking Kate and nodded his satisfaction, "She should be awake by eight or nine tonight. Light food, plenty of liquids, you know the drill."

The Captain removed the leash and fastened on a chain that gave her enough room to sleep, released her wrists, and covered the girl with a sheet. Making sure the ceiling fan was on, he turned the blinds to dim the light and left her sleep. 

With Kate asleep, the Captain went in search of Solange. She was by the pool, her sleek black body displayed beautifully in the sun.

"I was beginning to think you were never going to show up," her words were thick with a French accent and familiarity.

"Sorry, Love. You must have been in the neighborhood when you got my message. I didn't expect you so soon." He pulled a patio chair over to her and took a seat, enjoying not needing to captain a ship or watch a new slave for a moment.

"I was making arrangements for one of my girls. She can no longer bear children, so I sold her to a private owner down here. I am most put out by her. She cost me so much money on the last child that I made only half my usual profit. I hope you have found me a better one," she pouted up at him.

The Captain laughed, "You make money hand over fist on those girls, Solange."

"I am wounded! You charge me so much, the whole first year is a loss," she sat up and lifted her sunglasses, "Now if you would go in with me on the business, perhaps we could come to a better deal. One that is more agreeable to both of us."

He shook his head, "Sorry, Solange. I know what type of deal would be agreeable to you, and it would have me at your feet."

She laughed and got to her feet in a fluid motion that had him watching appreciatively. He thought of how much he could get for her on the auction block and it was a pleasant thought. 

She wrapped a sarong around her waist, covering up the long legs and slipped on the sandals that waited by her chaise lounge, "Let us go see what you have found for me."

The Captain led the way down the back path to the training building. It sat off from the main house, surrounded by a security gate. He punched in his code and held the gate open for her. Solange glided through like a queen.

Out of habit, he stopped at the attendant on duty and looked at the clipboard. He made a notation, glanced at the monitors and then unlocked the inner door. Solange stepped through with complete familiarity into the large square room. 

The opposite wall was barred into four identical cells containing a raised concrete platform with a mattress and a prison style toilet. Heather and Missy had been each put in separate cells on opposite ends. The right wall had a shower area and two more cells without even the pitiful comforts of the other cells. On the left-hand wall hung a variety of whips, harnesses, gags and other implements as well as a chalkboard. The middle of the room held various pieces of equipment.

"Let me guess which one," Solange purred, watching both girls stir nervously at they entered. She walked to the first cage and examined Missy through the bars. "Mmm…no. I think not this one. She is too," she waved her hand searching for the word, "hungry. She would fuck the gardener I think."

Heels clicked on the cement floor as she approached the other end and Heather who sat on the mattress, her knees pulled up to her chin, trembling. Solange smiled deeply, her white teeth showing brightly against her dark skin.

"Bring her out. I want to see her better." She clapped her hands in delight "Oh! You have out done yourself. She looks so sweet. I think she will be quite in demand with both kinds of my clients."

The Captain unlocked the cell and brought Heather out. She wasn't struggling much, but pulling back nervously.

"Please, don't hurt me! Please!" She begged softly as tears began to roll down her face. Ignoring her cries, the Captain fastened Heather's hand's to the dangling leather cuffs attached to a wooden pole. Not being very tall, Heather had to stand on her tip-toes. Her body was stretched beautifully and the Captain and Solange could now see the gentle swell of her belly now that pronounced the early stage of her pregnancy.

Heather whimpered as Solange came closer and ran her hands over the soft swell of the naked girl's stomach, "Oh, how lovely. And doc's report?"

"His preliminary findings show she and the baby are in good health. Of course, if you wish, a full exam can be done," the Captain smiled.

Solange circled Heather like a hungry shark, trailing her hands over naked skin, delighting in the scared noises. She reached out and pinched a nipple, tugging on it until a drop of milk appeared. She bent over and licked it. Heather tried to twist away, but Solange dug her long fingernails into the soft breasts until Heather cried out and held still. Solange sucked and bit at the nipple with pleasure, listening to the gasps and moans of the helpless girl. When she lifted her head, she gave a cat-like grin to the captain.

"Yes, pending an acceptable medical report, I'll take her. I like how she suffers. I think I will make her my personal pet." Solange turned back to Heather and pinched the other nipple while she looked her in the eye, "Have you ever sucked a woman before, Little Catin?"

Scared and confused, Heather shook her head. Solagne slapped her face hard, "You answer me when I talk to you, Catin. You will call me Mistress."

Heather paled and whispered, "No, Mistress….no."

Leaning in close, Solange narrowed her eyes and smiled wickedly, "You will get used to it, my little Catin, I am a very needy woman."

Struggling not to sob, Heather blinked back tears, "Please, Mistress, my name is Heather, not Kathrine."

Stepping back and laughing, Solange gasped, "Oh, your stupidity is refreshing. Forget that you ever had a name, you stupid cow. Catin. Not Kathrine. Catin is the French word for Bitch. It is your new name." She turned to the Captain, "I have some of my old girl's things in my boat. I'll bring them by tomorrow if the report is good."

The Captain smiled, "I had asked Doc to do his full exam as soon as possible. You might have the results before dinner."

Solange gave Heather a predatory look that made the girl whimper, "In that case, I will send the items over and you can deliver her to me at dinner. That will give me all night to play with my toy."

Giving her a courteous nod, the Captain let her out of the training block. The Doctor passed her as he came in pushing a cart with various bits of equipment on it.

"She looks like that cat that swallowed the canary," he muttered as he set up the equipment on a table.

"She often looks that way when she gets a new toy." The Captain wandered, looking in on Missy, who looked a little less sure of herself now, having seen her sister almost sold off. She was in need of a shower and some grooming. He could see the dried cum on her body from where his men had made use of her earlier. Her hands were secured into fingerless mitts so she could not pleasure herself.

"Comfortable?" he asked politely.

"I am sure my father will pay as much for me as any of your buyers would," Missy sidled up to bars of her cell, "If you could contact him, I assure you—"

"No." The Captain said with finality. "Your sister is almost sold, and you will be, too. One of the men will be in later to clean you up. Your services will be needed after dinner. If you behave well, I might let you have an orgasm."

"You are a bastard!" Missy spat at him.

He grinned at her, "That is not behaving. No orgasm and no dinner, except what cum you get to swallow."

"Fuck you!" she yelled at him as he walked out of the training area. She banged her mitts against the bars and then screamed in frustration. She paced the small cell. The Captain was no good. Maybe if she got in good with one of his men, she could use him to get an opportunity to free herself. Her eyes narrowed in thought as she watched the Doctor secure her sister to the exam table.

Kate stirred on the bed, slowly waking. It took her a few moments to figure out where she was and what had happened. Rolling over, she could see from the light outside, that it was dark. She had also ascertained that she was alone in the room. Her fingers flew to the collar around her neck and began to search for a latch. Her fingers slid over it and the small paddle lock that held it closed. Not deterred, Kate began to test where the chain was attached to the headboard. A smile of delight danced over her face as the rose painted ceramic ball of the iron frame headboard unscrewed in her hand.

Ten minutes later, Kate crept down a hall with a sheet wrapped around her, the chain still dangling between her breasts. She could hear the Captain laughing and talking in another room with some other people. She headed away from that room. If she could get back to the boat, she could radio for help. The problem would be getting back to the boat.

Someone started down the hallway and Kate slipped into the nearest doorway. It appeared to be a guestroom. Damn! How was she going to get out of here? Then she suddenly felt incredibly stupid. She walked over to the sliding glass door and as quietly as possible slid it open and stepped out onto the moonlit deck. Her heart was beating so loudly, she was sure someone would hear it and come find her.

Looking over the railing and seeing nothing but sand, Kate jumped over, tripping and rolling in the fabric of the sheet. Voices were approaching and she crawled under the deck, trying to hold very still. The two men passed by, taking their time, talking about the whores they had visited over the weekend. She waited until she was sure they were well past before she moved again, running toward the water and the firmer sand.

Kate came over a rise and tripped over a couple necking, falling with a thud to the sand. She scrambled to her feet and looked at the couple, her eyes widening in horror. Paolo was starring right back at her. She bolted as he began to yell, "Loose Slave! Slave is loose!"

She could hear him scrambling to his feet behind her. Panicked, she dropped the sheet and full out ran. The cry "Loose Slave" was being echoed in the darkness. She darted between two buildings and then around another.

"She's around here somewhere," She could hear Paolo panting, "I'm down by the docks."

There was a crackle of radio and the static filled voice of the Captain, "Keep looking for her. I am coming down."

"Aye, Captain."

Damn! He had a radio on him. Kate slide along side the building feeling her hope dribbling away. If all of them had radios, what were her chances of getting to the ship's radio? She judged the distance to the next building and set of shadows and bolted for it.

"Over there!" a voice yelled.

No! She thought, her legs pumping hard in the sand, She was not going back as a slave! She was not going to be forced to kneel again! Someone reached out to grab her and she dodged, scampering up the gangplank to the ship. Her bare feet pounded on the deck as she raced for the radio. Her hands shaking, she grabbed the mike and pressed the key, "Mayday, Mayday! Help someone! I have been kidnapped! Someone help me! This is not a joke! Please someone help me!"




Kate's Capture Ch. 04



Strong hands grabbed her, pulled her away from the radio and threw her to the ground, knocking the air out of her. Kate lay there gasping for air for a moment and then tried to get to her hands and knees. The person moved faster, grabbing her by her hair and yanking her to a half-standing position. Kate cried out in pain and the man laughed as he grabbed her arms securing them painfully with his belt. Pulling her after him off the boat and down the gangplank, she was pushed face first into the sand.

Spitting out sand, tears in her eyes, Kate lifted her head to see the black boots of the Captain and she froze, terror filling ever part of her.

"She was trying to call for help, Captain," mumbled her captor.

"Did she get out?" his voice was calm, almost curious. He crouched down and pulled her head up by her hair and looked into her eyes.

Kate hated herself for the noise of fear that she made and the tears she felt sliding down her face.

"No, Sir. She forgot to turn the radio on." There was laughter all around them and Kate felt the lingering bit of hope in her fade to nothingness. She was so stunned by it, she didn't protest or fight as the Captain pulled her to her feet.

"Thank you, Men. You did a good job. I will see about a capture bonus for all of you. Now go on back to whatever you were doing. I'll take this slippery little slave back to the house and make sure she stays put this time."

There was more laughter and rude comments as the men drifted off. The Captain held the end of the chain that was still attached to Kate's collar and looked at her, "That was a very foolish thing to do, girl. Not all the men on the island know that you are off limits yet, and you could have been raped."

Her fear flashed into anger and outrage, "Like that isn't going to happen at some point anyway?"

"But I would not have made a profit from it then," he gave her a feral smile, "Let's go back to the house and get you cleaned up. I will need to decide how to punish you for this." He gave a tug on the chain and pulled her toward the house. Helplessly, Kate stumbled in the sand behind him, praying that whatever he came up with, did not involve the doctor.

A half hour later, Kate found herself lying on her back on a large coffee table, her ankles cuffed securely to each leg and her arms cuffed with a short length of chain under the table. The Captain had not said anything to her after their exchange on the beach and now she was too scared. Several well dressed men stood around the room with drinks in their hands. 

"So is this the merchandise for tomorrow night?" asked an Arab man in robes, giving Kate a hungry look that made her feel ill.

Malachi nodded, "Yes, I know we don't usually display them before auction, but she tried to escape tonight and her trainer feels that punishment is in order. Of course we have not started formal training yet. We try to leave them in their most natural state for your pleasure."

Kate turned her head trying to find the Captain. She hated him, but he had been her only constant over the past several days, and so far he had not really hurt her. She could just see him, standing at the edge of the bar. He gave her a little nod as if to say, don't worry, I'll be watching over you.

"So what is the punishment?" The Arab asked with pleased tones.

"Of course we want to keep her in a pure state for the auction tomorrow, but some hours of torment are just the thing." Micah poured some more wine into the Arab's glass, "You are free to touch and arouse her as you wish, as long as you do not penetrate her or mark her or let her orgasm."

"Delightful!" He leered at Kate. The other men also began to look at her with new interest.

Malachi smiled broadly, "This will also give you an opportunity to see how she responds before you bid on her, an opportunity we seldom offer. We will of course offer you another girl for your relief. Missy was taken at the same time and is turning out to be a wonderful fuck toy. We are trying denial of orgasm on her and finding it very effective. So don't worry about pleasing her, just use her as you will."

Missy was brought in, clean and quite beautiful in a royal blue bustier, garters, black stockings and painfully high heels. A silver collar and chain well told that she was a sex slave. She seemed demure enough until she saw Kate on the coffee table.

"Finally going to get it, you high and mighty Bitch? I hope they rip your insides out!"

Narrowing his eyes, Malachi reprimanded her, "Slaves are silent until asked a question. You know that. You will be given twenty strokes at the end of tonight. Another word and you will have sixty."

Kate felt a hand sliding up the inside of her leg and instinctively she jerked trying to dislodge it. There was a round of laughter then a western drawl, "Nervous little filly."

She kept struggling as the hand slid higher and pushed between her exposed lower lips. She heard herself whimper in terror and then a responding low moan of delight from the man touching her. 

"Oh Lordy, the little filly is already wet. I'm tempted to make an offer for her right now."

"No, my friend, I would have to have a chance at her, too. I can feel the fire in her, and I ache to quench it," the Arab sat down and ran his hand over Kate's breast possessively and pinched a nipple. Kate was unprepared for the sensation that shot all the way down to her cunt and started it throbbing.

The Arab smiled at her chillingly, "See how easily I control you, Little One? You were made to kneel at the feet of a Master, to be broken to his will." He illustrated his point by teasing her nipples until she was straining at the bonds in desperation. He drew her closer and closer to something she didn't understand. What was he doing to her?

She let out a cry of fear and need. The men laughed and then the hands were gone and she was left panting while they poured more drinks. Her repast was short lived. The Texan slipped his fingers between her legs again and began to play with her clit, forcing her to the same throbbing need, keeping her there for what seemed like an eternity before he drew his hand away and motioned for Missy.

She hurried over and knelt at his feet, "How may I please you, Sir?"

"Hands and knees, Little Filly." He ordered as he unzipped his pants. He took her hard and rough, making her cry out in pain, but it did not stop Missy from thrusting back with all her might in hopes that he would let her have an orgasm.

The next few hours were torment for Kate as the men rotated teasing her body into arousal, seeing who could keep her on the edge the longest and giving her a few moments of rest. Most of the men had called it a night when the Arab man crouched beside her again. Kate had lost count of how many times he had ruthlessly tormented her. He had been the worst of all of them. He lazily drew a finger around her nipple. Her skin, now highly aroused and sensitive, responded immediately and strongly.

"Please, I beg you, please, don't touch me anymore," Kate whispered as the tears slid down the sides of her face into her ears.

The Arab man caught her tears with his finger and spread them over her dry lips, "You beg very nicely, slave girl, but you are just too much fun to play with. Your cries and whimpers please me more than your begging." He kept tracing his finger around her parted lips.

Kate didn't stop to think what trouble it might cause her. She took the opportunity and bit the Arab's finger as hard as she could. He jumped back, swearing in Arabic.

From where he stood against the wall, the Captain tried to hide a smile. His Kate was a firebrand, that was for sure. Still, she would have to be punished or Ahmed would not be satisfied, even if it was his own stupidity at fault. He took a small bottle from a cupboard and walked over to Kate.

"You know better than to bite," He uncapped the bottle and carefully dripped several drops of liquid from it onto her open cunt. Then he rubbed it in, covering her clit and lips and making sure some got into the opening of her pussy.

"What is that?" she asked, squirming as the liquid began to warm on her skin, and then get hotter and hotter yet.

"Jalapeño sauce," he smiled at her wickedly, "Do enjoy. You will get a second application when this one wears off."

Kate began to twist in the bonds as the sauce began to burn at her sensitive skin, frantic to get away from the overwhelming pain. Her eyes were wide and she began to beg, "Please, Sir, wipe it off, Please! I'm sorry! Please! It hurts!"

The Captain put the down the bottle and nodded to Ahmed, "Shall I walk you back to your boat?" Ahmed cast a dark look back at the struggling girl and then nodded politely, "Of course." The Captain held open the door for Ahmed as he stepped out, "Do tell me, how is Mandy doing these days? Do you still have her?"

Kate gasped in agony as the door shut. Malachi stood over her with dark, hooded eyes, "You think this is suffering? You could have destroyed everything with that stunt. Don't think that your punishment is over yet. If we weren't going to auction you off tomorrow night, I would hurt you so badly it would be several weeks before you even thought about getting off the floor."

He slipped a rope around her neck and let the tail of it rest on her stomach as he loosened her bonds and easily tossed her to the floor. Kate tried to catch herself, but her arms weren't moving. They were stiff from being forced into one position for too long.

Using her helplessness, he flipped the tail of the rope around to her back and pulled the rope up between her legs, tying the rope tightly around the metal rings on the leather cuffs she wore. The rope rubbed against the burning jalapeño making it more painful.

Quickly, Kate realized that the slightest upward movement of her hands caused the noose-like rope around her neck to tighten, cutting off her air. The rope was already quite tight to start with and Kate was beginning to wonder if this Malachi was planning on killing her.

He picked her up from the floor and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her out of the house into the darkness. At one of the out buildings he fished a key from a key ring and unlocked the heavy door, flicking on the dim lights as he entered. The sound of a large generator filled the room loudly. Malachi shuffled over to a trap door and lowered Kate to the floor next to it. He unbolted it and flipped the door back. The hole was dark.

"This is how it is, slave girl," he spoke loudly enough that she could hear him over the generator, "You get to spend the night in my special guest room. Just one night. Cause another problem like this, and you will have more time in here than you want. Sleep well, little girl."

None too gently, he dropped Kate feet first into the dark hole and locked trap door. He waited, giving her a few minutes to let the complete darkness surround her and her mind adjust to the cramped quarters. Then, with an evil smile, he turned on the switches. The muffled scream told him the system was working fine. Whistling, he went back up to the main house.

Kate gasped in the pitch darkness as the trap door slammed shut and she heard the bolts lock shut. The hole was small and she thought she felt something crawl over her bare foot. Instinctively she moved her hands and the rope tightened. She fought back panic and forced herself to keep her hand down. 

Even blind in the darkness and bound, it didn't take much to explore the hole. The walls were so close that practically any movement had her touching one of the four steel lined walls. The floor seemed to be comprised of steel squares set in tile squares. It was too narrow for her to sit or crouch and she would be forced to stand or lean against the walls until they freed her.

Trying to find a comfortable position that would not choke her, Kate jumped and screamed as the wall behind her suddenly sent a painful jolt of electricity through her. She bumped into the wall in front of her and was jolted at her breasts. The next few minutes were pain as Kate struggled not to over compensate for the electrifying jolts that were delivered through the walls. 

Tears streaming down her face, she found that if she stood in one exact space, she wouldn't touch any of the walls. She had no idea how long she stood in the darkness. Was it minutes? Was it hours? Occasionally she would sway and touch a wall and the pain rip through her and the fight to be still would start again.

Exhaustion began to creep over her and then the steel plates on the floor came to life. She screamed again, trying to find some place to put her feet. The tiles were too small for the whole of her foot. With work, she could stand on tip-toe and balance precariously for awhile, until her muscles began to shake and she had to give in to the inevitable and put her feet down.



Kate's Capture Ch. 05



The Captain was livid as he went into the generator room. When Malachi had said he had locked Kate away for the night, he had assumed he had put her in the training cells. He would never have subjected her to this kind of torture for just doing what any girl would have done. He knelt and slid back the bolts to the trap door. He could smell fear, perspiration and urine. He pushed a switched which started a hydraulic lift under the floor. An exhausted and dazed Kate emerged and flopped helplessly to the floor at his feet. He cut the rope and lifted her in his arms without a word.

Kate couldn't help herself. The darkness and night and pain had been endless. She knew that he had captured her, but he had taken her out of there and now she clung to him. She had no more tears to shed. She began to shake and found she could not stop.

A strange anger building, the Captain took her into the training building and began to bark orders to one of the guards that often helped him. Missy watched curiously from her cell but didn't say anything. 

A hot bath was drawn with scented oils. Very carefully, the Captain lowered Kate into the water and gently bathed her and washed her hair. He murmured softly to her how he was going to take care of her and make her feel better. By the time he had her out of the tub and wrapped in a large white towel, the guard had returned with a tray of food and a pitcher.

The Captain carried her to an empty cell and put her on the mattress motioning the guard to bring in the tray, "You are going to eat all of this and drink as much of this water as possible. If you want more, call out for it and it will be brought to you. I am going to bring you a pillow and some blankets. When you are done eating, I want you to sleep. Do you understand me?"

Kate nodded, still trembling, "Yes, Sir."

The Captain leaned over and kissed her forehead, "That's my good girl."

Kate felt an odd sense of warmth spread through her at his praise. Why should his praise mean so much to her? Confused, she began to eat the warm food while the guard watched her. 

The Captain came back with a pile of blankets, sheets and a pillow. He stayed, making sure she finished her food and most of the water before making up the mattress himself and tucking her into the bed.

"Unless you need to make use of the toilet, you will remain in the bed. Do not make me punish you, Kate." His tone was low and gentle.

The bed felt so good that Kate felt like she would never leave it, "Yes, Sir."

He kissed her again on the forehead and smoothed back her hair, "I'll be back tonight."

Kate thought she heard sadness in his voice.

The Captain sat down across from Malachi and poured himself a cup of coffee, "You had no right to do what you did." He managed to keep his voice calm.

Malachi laid down his newspaper, "I am so sorry you didn't approve." The sarcasm hung heavily between them.

The Captain pushed his anger back, "She could have died the way you had her bound. That damn hole of yours is horrible enough without trying to strangle her to death."

With a shrug, Malachi refreshed his coffee, "I doubt she will try running again."

There was a long silence before the Captain spoke again, "I think we should postpone the auction."

"Whatever for?" Malachi looked at him suspiciously, "The buyers are here; the girl is here. What good reason do you have for this ridiculous idea?"

"She is no shape for the stress of an auction and then...." The Captain looked into his coffee, not liking the idea of what would happen to Kate tonight, "She was in bad shape this morning. A few days of recovery would be beneficial."

"No." The pronouncement had a solid finality to it. "She will be auctioned tonight."

Malachi watched the Captain carefully. He had never acted this way about a slave before. He hoped his boy wasn't getting attached to the merchandise. He picked up the paper nonchalantly and shook it out. "I was thinking it might be time to visit your sister."

The Captain froze, staring at Malachi with deep hatred and fear. He tried to keep his voice calm, "Have I done something to displease you?"

Behind the paper, Malachi smiled, "You seem to need a reminder that I own you, boy."

"The agreement was that I train the girls for you and you leave my sister alone," the Captain's voice was like ice.

Malachi slowly folded the newspaper and smiled at the Captain, "Fuck with me, argue with how I punish the merchandise or try to do something stupid, and your sister will be joining Missy in entertaining the rest of the island, and I will have you up on the auction block with your dear Kate. Lady Crystal is still very interested in you." He watched the flash of fear in the Captain's eyes and smiled darkly, "I have asked her to come tonight to be at the auction and stay while with us. I think you will entertain her afterwards...to keep your mind off of things."

"That's not necessary," he assured Malachi stiffly, "I will do my job to your satisfaction."

Malachi sipped at his coffee, "Oh, I do think it is necessary. It has been far too long since you had a reminder of what I could do to you if I want. Now, I am tired of talking to you. Go train someone."

Kate woke, blinking sleepily. The Captain stood over her dressed in a deep crimson shirt, black dress pants and his shinning black boots. She felt a warmth toward him in that moment, that passed as she heard the coldness in his voice.

"It's time to get up, Kate. I have to get you ready for auction."

Kate stood up and did not resist as he cuffed her hands behind her back and hooked the leash to her collar. Where was there to go in this cell? Why fight and get more bruises and more time in that hole? 

They traveled in silence out of the training cells and across the grounds to a large distinctive building. She noticed that it was late afternoon and she could hear what sounded like a party on the other side of the building. Unlocking one of the doors, he brought her into a room of cement block. One wall was tiled for a shower. Nearby was a toilet. The opposite wall had a large mirror and wardrobe cabinets.

The Captain moved purposefully, opening cabinets and taking out items. Kate took a step back when she realized that the equipment was for an enema. Once the Captain had the bag filled with warm water, he turned to her calmly.

"Kate, this is inevitable. You can cooperate and it won't be as unpleasant, or I can call for Doc to come and do it his way. It's your choice. Now bend over and grab your ankles or I'll get on the radio." There was no anger or impatience to his voice, just the matter-of-a-fact tone she was becoming familiar with.

Reluctantly, she bent over. She tried to let her mind go somewhere else during the process, but she could feel the warm water invading her and filling her. He made her stay that way for the longest time before he let her empty herself. He filled her two more times before he declared her clean. Cleaned out, he ordered her into the shower. He tossed her various products for her to use. Numbly, she used them all as directed. After the shower, he had an employee come into the room and massage oil into her skin and do her hair.

Kate looked at him in the mirror, "Sir, may I ask a question?"

He nodded curtly.

"What is going to happen?" she asked the question that had been burning at her since he woke her up.

"The buyers are going to bid on you. Whoever bids the highest gets to use you however he wants for up to twenty-four hours. Then you are returned to me for further training.

Kate was amazed at her calmness, "Wouldn't I be worth more to be sold as a virgin at the end of the training?"

He shook his head, "No. The men that will want to buy you later will want to buy you for your skill, for what I will train you to do. The men tonight only want you for your inexperience. It might not be that bad. If you fight and struggle, it can be pretty bad. Give into your passions, Kate and make the best out of this. They are going to have you and there is nothing you can do about it."

She opened her mouth to tell him what a sick bastard he was, but he stepped forward and put his finger over her mouth, his eyes dark with warning, "Do you want to go to the auction block with an application of hot sauce? Your twisting and squirming will inflame the passions of the men to want you more than they already will. Any thoughts of gentleness will be gone."

For a moment, Kate thought she was going to be ill. She finally managed a whispered, "No, Sir."

"Good Girl." He went to the wardrobe and looked at the selection of outfits. What would best present Kate? He toyed with the idea of something exotic, but she wasn't really exotic. Her lure was her girl next door freshness. He reached inside for a white nylon slip and tangle of strings that someone had decided made a thong. He tossed them to Kate.

"Put these on."

Kate obeyed, grateful to have clothing of any kind. She did not realize that the simple sheer garment made her more alluring than if she had been completely naked.

He went back to the wardrobe and returned with a gold metal collar that he snapped shut around her neck. Matching cuffs went around her wrists and fastened behind her back. Attaching a lead to the collar, he inspected her. She was delightful. She had an air of a young doe ready to bolt that would have the buyers bidding heavily for her. Her fear was tangible and delicious. If he had the money, he would be tempted to bid on her himself.

"Is she ready?" Malachi asked, bustling into the room, his face dark against his pure white suit. He spied her and smiled evilly, "You have outdone yourself this time. Has she been good?"

The Captain nodded, feeling the lead tighten in his hand as Kate edged back from Malachi. He gave her a stern look.

"Excellent. Then I shall let her see her visitor," Malachi chuckled.

"I don't think that is a very good idea," The Captain protested.

"Nonsense," Malachi waved away his words as he beckoned someone from the door.

For a moment, Kate's heart leapt with excitement as her Uncle walked through the door. She was rescued! She took several steps forward and then stopped as understanding hit her. She blinked in stunned bewilderment as her Uncle walked around her, looking at her with pure lust in his eyes.

"You look good like that, Kate. I think this life will suit you."

Kate glanced at the Captain who gave a small nod to confirm her suspicions. She looked back at her Uncle, moving away from him until the Captain shortened her leash, forcing her down to her knees. 

"You arranged to have us captured!" she accused.

Her uncle smiled and nodded, lifting Kate's chin with his hand, "Always the smart one."

"Why?" she begged.

"Money. Yours mostly. Do you have any idea what your trust fund is really worth? Do you think I was just going to hand it over to you? What a shame that you were lost at sea. So very tragic." Sarcasm laced his words.

"But your own daughters?" Kate tried to draw back as her Uncle fondled her breast, but the leash was too short.

"Their wild behavior would have destroyed any chance I had at public office." He laughed at the expression on her face.

Malachi laughed too and then said, "It is time to take your seat. We will start the auction in a few minutes. Let me show you out."

The Captain frowned as he pulled Kate back up to her feet. What was Malachi thinking? Kate should never have known about that. Still, it had put a look of shock and fear on her face that one only usually got with the first few hours of taking a girl captive. He took advantage of her stunned condition to lead her from the room to the curtained off auction block. Handling her firmly, he un-cuffed her and re-fastened the cuffs above her head. He took a few moments to readjust some of the lights to shine on her better and then pushed the button to open the curtains.

The audience was small, only seventeen bidders, but to Kate it was unbearable. Fear overcame her shock and began to pull on the cuffs, twisting in the bonds, desperate for escape, unaware that her actions only aroused the buyers. Dimly she heard Malachi speaking, but the words were meaningless. She looked at the Captain, standing sternly in his crimson silk shirt and black slacks.

"Please, Sir, please, don't do this to me, please!" tears gleamed in her eyes and one rolled down her cheek, the lights making it glisten like a diamond.

He reached up with the training crop and stroked her neck, letting the buyers see her unconsciously stretch her neck in pleasure at its touch. He listened to the bids with controlled amazement. He knew she was going to fetch a good first night price, but this was outstanding. He tried not to listen to her begging, as she got more desperate. Do not get attached to the merchandise, he reminded himself.

"Sold!" Malachi proclaimed and there was a smattering of applause. "The winner can come sign the terms of use contract and then retrieve his prize. The rest of you may return to the party. We have a new training slave named Missy who is eager to please all of you, and Jocelyn is back for flogging."

The Captain brushed his thumb over Kate's cheek, "Be obedient and it will go easier for you. There is pleasure to be had. I will be there to get you in the morning."

As gently as he could, he took down her arms and refastened them behind her back. He had not been paying attention to who had bought her, as his concern was her, but it was no surprise to him when Ahmed came up, his bodyguard in tow.

Kate saw him and started backwards as the realization that he was going to have her for the night. She had bit him last night and now he was free to do whatever he wanted. The leash jerked her back and pulled her toward Ahmed. "So, my dangerous little toy, I look forward to teaching you the consequences of biting." He purred at her, smiling when she made a noise of pure fear.

The Captain's face did not change expression, "I assume you read the part in the contract about permanent damage?"

"Yes!" Ahmed spat out annoyed as he pulled a reluctant Kate toward the door.

"And you read the clause about her being a flight risk?"

"Of course!" Ahmed sneered, flicking his crop sharply at Kate to keep her from dawdling.

The Captain gave a soft sigh of resignation. Kate was going to have a long and unpleasant night. It was just going to make her training all that more difficult as he would have to train out of her the terror and bad treatment of her first night. He went off to see if the crew had a pool set up on if Kate would try an escape from Ahmed.

"Captain Richards," a silky voice said behind him, "A delightful auction. Such a tempting little morsel you found."

He turned with a sinking heart but managed a polite half bow, "Lady Crystal, you are as lovely as always."

"Malachi said that you were mine tonight," she ran her fingers under his collar and gave him a smile that sickened him.

The guesthouse was luxuriously appointed and Ahmed entered giving the chain lead a hard yank that sent Kate sprawling across the floor, unable to catch herself. He watched her like a predator playing with an injured bird as his men set about unpacking his belongings and preparing him a drink. Ahmed shed the outer robe of his traditional clothing and took a step toward his prey, delighted to see the fear in her eyes, the way she tried to crawl backwards. Oh, she was going to be worth every dollar he had spent.

"I think I shall rid you of these silly bits of clothing. You are a whore, so you should be used to be naked like a whore." He reached into his belt where he kept his dagger and pulled it free of its sheath. Kneeling, he cut the white fabric of the slip and pulled it off her body, tossing the garment aside. The stringed excuse for panties he just tore away, wanting her to feel his force over her. Kate shook as the realization of her helplessness started to sink in. She kept trying to inch away from him, knowing it wouldn't help, but she couldn't stop herself.

He was too excited to wait any longer. Ahmed grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her back toward him. He pulled his robes up, forced her legs open, grinning as she began to struggle and fight. He let her for a bit and then held his dagger to her throat, pressing the sharp blade against her skin until he saw a drop of bright, red blood. She was still now, but he could feel her heart pounding. He loved this part, tasting their fear, watching their eyes begging, feeling their naked bodies under his.

"Spread your legs for me whore," he hissed. Ah, the sweet sound of her misery as she obeyed. He savored it as he thrust into her, feeling her innocence tear. She cried out in shock and pain, struggling again to free herself from the pounding he started to give her. He knew he was big and long and often uncomfortable for experienced women. He dropped the dagger and groped at her breasts, pulling on her nipples and mashing them down, trying to make her scream. By all that was holy, he wanted her to scream and beg!

Kate thought that he was going to kill her by ripping her open and fought against his onslaught, but nothing she did could stop the painful pounding. He had to stop, didn't he? He twisted a nipple and she cried out in pain, but that only seemed to spur him on to thrust harder. The battering seemed endless and just as she thought she might mercifully pass out, he thrust hard and pushed, grunting, and she could feel something squirting inside her. He pulled out laughing, calling out something in Arabic to his men. There was more laughter.

Ahmed stood with a satisfied smile as Kate began to curl on her side into a fetal position. He had taught her who the Master here was. It was a lesson she would not soon forget. Feeling gracious, he unfastened her hands and locked the neck chain to a ring on the wall for that purpose. He would go have a smoke with his men and recover some before he took her tight ass. Now that would be pleasure.

Kate watched him stride into the other room, leaving her chained up like a disobedient puppy. She was more than happy to be left alone. Curled up against the pain, she rocked softly, her mind frantically searching for some way out of this hell.

Forty-five minutes later, Ahmed came back in, followed by his bodyguard who strained under a leather-padded bench. Placing the bench where he was directed, he gave a respectful bow and left the room. Releasing the neck chain, he ordered Kate to arrange herself on the bench with her ass in the air, or else. He was just congratulating himself on how meekly she was obeying him when he realized the meekness was feigned and underneath it was anger and hatred.

Kate had managed to conceal the dropped dagger and when she was close enough lunged at Ahmed. Too late, she realized he had seen the danger. He sidestepped her blow and while the knife still cut, it was not the incapacitating cut she had hoped for. He cried out in anger and surprise. 

Frantic, Kate bolted toward the door. Her fingers fumbled with the lock but even with that delay, she had the door open and was running for her life across the sand. She heard laughter from the party and a voice calling out that Ahmed had lost his slave. Malachi shouted out that whoever caught her would get a thousand dollars. She darted toward a cluster of buildings and pressed herself into a doorway. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out where she could hide. The sounds of men looking for her grew closer. In fright, she darted forward again to another building and tried the door. It was locked. She pressed herself into the shadows as several men ran by shouting to one another. The darkness hid her for now, but for how long? Could she make it to the boat? She edged around the building to another door and found an unlocked door and slipped inside. As she turned Kate was stunned. She found herself in the auction room, having entered from the client's door. The stage was still brightly lit and hanging from the display was the Captain, his arms stretched out. His crimson shirt hung around his waist in shreds. She took a step closer in awed horror as she realized that his chest was covered in marks, some of them bleeding. He lifted his head and looked at her; their eyes meeting. 




Kate's Capture Ch. 05



"What do we have here?" Lady Crystal stepped out of the shadows where she had been fetching another toy to use on the Captain. "It looks like your little bird escaped her cage. Malachi is not going to like that." She stepped off the stage toward Kate. 

Kate edged back toward the door, but the door swung open and Günter framed the doorway. She darted toward the middle of the room brandishing the dagger, "Don't touch me!" she warned. 

Günter just laughed, "I plan to get the reward for you, Bitch." 

"Kate, put down the knife and kneel. Don't make this harder than it has to be," the Captain spoke from the stage, his voice was strained. 

Kate shook her head, "I'm not going back. I won't!" 

Günter spoke into his walkie-talkie as he edged closer, herding Kate to a wall. They stood there, starring at each other in a standoff. Kate knew that she was trapped, but she wasn't going to go willingly back to that man. 

Malachi came in the door, followed by a couple of the men from the boat. He approached Kate confidently, "Now girl, you realize that it is just a matter of time before we capture you again. Put down the knife and give yourself up and we'll call it a draw." 

"I am not going back to that hole, and I am not going back to that man. I'll kill myself! I promise, I will!" 

Malachi nodded solemnly, "I understand. I was too harsh with you. I apologize. You just did what anyone would do. I promise that I will not punish you for this if you surrender now. As for Ahmed, he does not even want to see you. You injured him rather badly." He could see she was starting to waver, "I can see that you are not suited for this life. We can't keep chasing you down every five minutes. I think that we can work something out." He held out his hand for the knife. 

From the stage, the Captain could see what Kate could not. Her attention drawn to Malachi, she did not see Paolo moving closer with a small black box. He knew that Malachi was lying through his teeth. He wanted to call out to warn her but there was too much at stake. He couldn't risk it, not with Malachi holding Shelia somewhere. 

Kate realized she didn't have many options, but she didn't trust Malachi. She glanced at the Captain and saw something in his eyes, "No! Back away. I want a clear path to the door. Now!" 

Malachi gave a slow nod, "Do it." 

His order, however, was not to clear the path, but for Paolo to step forward. Paolo pointed a black box at Kate a pressed a button. Two wires shot out and before she could react, the barbed points lodged into her flesh. She did not scream, but tensed and then dropped to the floor, the dagger falling with a clang as she curled up in wordless pain. The Captain pulled at his restraints wishing he could get to her. 

"Give her another jolt, Paolo. I want her to know who is in control here," Malachi walked over to the prone girl and crouched down, turning her head to look in her eyes. 

Kate had never felt so much pain before in her whole like. She opened her mouth to beg him not to when ripped through her again. It was like time standing still and there was only pain. There was no conscious thought beyond stopping the pain. 

Pulling her head up by her hair, Malachi forced her to look at him again, "You have caused me more than enough problems, Girl. Now I am going to be more than fair. I am going to give you a choice of what happens to you. You can either go willing back to Ahmed and serve him until he leaves, taking a punishment of my choosing afterwards; or, you can choose to return with him as a six month gift from me for all the trouble you have caused. It's your choice." 

The Captain could no longer restrain himself, "Malachi –" 

Malachi turned cold eyes to him, "Don't worry, Captain, I hold you responsible for this. You were supposed to have trained her." 

Unnoticed by the arguing men, Kate wrapped her fingers around the hilt of the dagger. The words of the poem ran through her head; Go not gently to this good death. Using the last of her strength, she leapt at Malachi and then there was the all-consuming pain again. 

Turning, Malachi bent to pick up the dagger. He waved Paolo to stop the current on the taser. Kneeling down he whispered to Kate, "What will it be, Little Girl?" 

"Go...willingly," Kate managed through the lingering pain. 

Malachi laughed, "Günter, get some ballet boots from the back closet. That should help keep her from bolting again. Paolo, radio for the doctor to meet us at the guest house if he is not already there." 

Lady Crystal wandered back up to the stage, studying the Captain as she did, Running her long fingernails over his welted back, she purred with some amazement into his ear, "Why, my dear boy, I do believe you are in love with that girl. How very naughty of you." She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling and forcing his head back until he gasped. "This must be so painful, to know that she is being sent off to Ahmed, imagining what he will be doing to her while you are helpless to stop it. I heard he actually fucked a girl to death once." 

Kate lay still while the men forced leather ankle boots onto her feet and laced the tightly, locking them at the ankle so she would not be able to get them off. When Malachi pulled her to her feet, she realized the deviousness of them. They were beautiful in that they made her look like she was standing on tip-toe, which in fact she was. However, she found the position to be exceedingly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in. She was numb to the laughter and comments made as Malachi strong armed her back across the dark night to the guest house. 

He pushed her in the door, watching her sprawl on the floor at the robed feet of Ahmed. He held out the dagger, "I believe these are both yours." 

Ahmed bowed stiffly, "My thanks." 

Kate lay very still, too afraid to move. She could smell the dust in the carpet and hear the sounds of the party in the distance. 

Malachi spread his hands, "I am very sorry that she was not trained enough. I assure you that her trainer will be punished, as will the girl. As partial payment for your discomfort and inconvenience, I will waive the damage clause of the contract. Please feel free to stay as long as you want tomorrow. I am going to have our doctor administer something to help keep her from running away again. I assure you that it will in no way prevent any pleasure on your part. In fact, you may find it rather amusing." 

Kate screamed at the unexpectedness of Malachi pulling her to her knees by her hair, arching her back painfully, "Tell the nice man how sorry you are that you hurt him and ran." 

"P-please, I am sorry. I was scared. I didn't mean to—that is – I –please, I beg you to forgive me, please," she babbled desperately. 

Ahmed smiled grimly, "We will work on that as the night progresses. You will do a lot of begging before I leave." 

"Ah, Doctor," Malachi smiled, still holding Kate in the painful arch, "I trust you have the eye drops with you?" 

Doc nodded and rummaged through his bag, "You will be pleased to know that our guest only required a few stitches. Yes, here it is. Hold her still, please." He unscrewed the top and with efficiency dropped two drops into each of Kate's eyes. 

For a moment there was nothing, and then a burning pain. She reached up to rub her eyes but the doctor grabbed her wrists and held them. As she blinked and her eyes teared, the lights, which had been burning brightly in the room became dimmer and dimmer until it was completely dark.

"What have you done to me?" her voice was a horrified whisper, struggling hard to be able to touch her eyes in the vain hope that rubbing them would give her back her sight.

Malachi laughed deeply behind her, "Found a way to keep you from running. Enjoy your time with your Master."



Kate's Capture Ch. 06



Ahmed circled the stunned girl and then held out his hand to one of his men for his quirt. He let her founder blindly for a moment, savoring her helplessness before he barked, "Present!" 

She lifted a confused face toward his voice. The words did not seem to penetrate the shock. 

He brought the whip down with a savage strike across her breasts and barked the command a second time. This time she struggled into the required position. He noticed that she held herself well despite the pain she must be feeling. He wondered what Malachi threatened her with to make her come back. 

"Are you afraid, Little Doe?" 

"Yes, Sir," her voice was low. 

He swung the quirt hard across her upper back and closed his eyes briefly to enjoy her sharp cry, "You will call me Master. Are you afraid that I will hurt you?" 

Kate struggled to stay still, not knowing if he was going to hit her again or not, "Yes, Master." 

"There will be pain for you, but I think that overall I have something much different planned now. What is worse, do you think, suffering torments from a person you hate or being forced to suffer hours of pleasure?" 

The pit of her stomach dropped and she felt the blood drain from her face. He couldn't make her feel pleasure, could he? 

"I think I will call you Khansaa, It is Arabic for doe and it fits you well. Now, I have waited some time for the pleasure of your ass, and I do not wish to wait any longer." 

Fear swelled up inside of her and roiled out as he pulled her to her feet, strong arming her across the room, "Please, Master, I beg you not to do this, please!" 

He easily bent her over the padded bench, fastening her collar to a short length of chain. He ignored her pleadings as he spread her legs wide and tied them to the sides of the bench. By the time he tied her wrists to her elbows, she had silenced into heavy terrified breathing. 

He ran his finger between her legs, feeling her wetness and smiled at her whimper. She was so innocent; she had no idea that she was even aroused. With precision and skill, he began to massage her clit, teasing it, watching with a professional eye just how fast she began to respond under his touch.

"Feels good, doesn't it Khansaa? Makes you want more, something to ease that growing ache?" he taunted pushing her further into need.

"No!" Kate denied frantically, unaware that she was lifting herself to his hand now. 

Ahmed reached over for a bottle of lube and flipped the cap, anointing the helpless girl's puckered hole. The cool lubricant caused her to yelp and then give a confused moan as he increased the attention on her clit at the same time as he slid a finger into her asshole, spreading the lubricant into her. He massaged her, spreading the hole so she would be able to better accept him.

Kate was confused by the torment of sensations and feelings. Whatever he was doing to her felt good, even his finger in her didn't hurt, but he was poking her *there*. She didn't want to admit it, but he was right -- she did want something to ease the ache. She could feel her muscles clenching for something that wasn't there. His fingers left her and she had to bite her lip not to beg for them back. She could hear the rustle of his robe and then she felt hardness pressing against her asshole. Instinctively, she tensed.

"Relax, Khansaa, or this will be very painful." His voice was husky and he pressed against her harder, pushing himself in slowly.

"No!, no, no, please, no," she panted but nothing stopped him as he stretched her wider and wider, pushing deep. It was horrible and degrading and yet.... Kate shook her head in denial at the sensation as he pushed even deeper filling her completely.... it felt good. It couldn't be. It couldn't feel good. No!

Ahmed smiled and began a slow fuck of his slave. He took his time, drawing her up to orgasm and then pushing her over. He forced her to come once and then twice and a third time before he let himself cum in her.

"Mohammed, come and try the ass of this girl," he called in English to the other room, "She is tight and loves the feeling of cock."

Kate began to beg him not to do this, but she felt another cock push into her ass and begin to ride her hard. She gasped and strained at the restraints as the pleasure built and built again and she shook as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. She barely felt him pull out when another hard cock pushed into her and started pushing hard. Part of her didn't care, she wanted more of that wonderful feeling, more and more of it.

Time became nothing as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her. She began to tire and tried to signal to them that she had had enough, but they kept pushing into her, forcing another orgasm from her. Kate began to struggle, trying to get them to stop, but they laughed and kept at it.

"Please!" Kate gasped clawing at the padded bench, "I don't think I can take much more of this!"

Ahmed stroked her face, smiling down at her unseeing eyes, "Oh yes you can. You will take as much as I want you to take, and I am no where near done with you yet, Little Doe. However, I want to feel your mouth, open up for me, and do not bite if you wish to survive the night."

Kate clamped her mouth shut even as another wave of pleasure rushed over her. Ahmed chuckled at her stubbornness and pinched her nose closed until she opened her mouth for air. As she gasped for air, he pushed a ring gag into her mouth and buckled the strap behind her head. Fury mixed with her desire to end the forced pleasure and she began to madly struggle.

Holding her hair, Ahmed slid himself in the ring and into her deep into her mouth. He loved how she gagged around him as he pushed deeper and the sound of her gasping breath when he pulled out. He took his time, enjoying the feel of her around him and the feeble struggles of her bound body. He felt her body spasm with another forced orgasm and heard her moan around him. He signaled his man to use toys now to force more from the girl while he took his pleasure. When he came, he pushed deep, cutting off her air and forcing her to swallow his seed.

Satisfied he pulled out, gesturing for his man to now untie her. "You know Mohammed; I have not bought a slave to keep in a very long time. I like the spirit of this one. I think she would amuse me for a very long time."

Kate almost fell from the padded horse to the floor, unable to move from being bound for so long. Her jaw ached from the ring gag. Ahmed's words chilled her to the bone. This couldn't be happening. She shook her head in a silent plea, struggling to get her body to move at her will.

With a low laugh, Ahmed dragged her to the large bed and tossed her on it, "You do not seem pleased with that idea, Little Doe. Have I not given you great pleasure so far? More pleasure than you have dreamed of?"

In her darkness, Kate tried to figure out where Ahmed was. Jerkily, she tried to crawl off the bed, but his strong hands pulled her back into place. There was a whisper of rope near her and then it wrapped around her ankle, tightening around the boots.

"No! Please, Don't! Get your filthy pig hands off me!" She tried to reach for the rope, but he backhanded her and she lay stunned long enough for him to pull both her ankles over her head, wide... painfully wide. 

He fastened her wrist cuffs to the link on the collar she wore and then leaned over and whispered in her ear, "What did you say to me?"

Kate felt the ice in his voice and shivered. All playfulness was gone. She felt his fingers teasing her right nipple and she could not stop a small moan. Her body was too aroused – any sensation rippled though her, magnified beyond belief.

"Answer me, Slave!" Ahmed spoke softly.

Kate arched with the mixture of pain and pleasure, "Please... Master... I'm sorry."

He pulled at her nipple, stretching it, "You will answer me, and not beg for forgiveness. What did you say?"

Kate shook with fear and pain, the pleasure fading as the pain increased, "Pig...Master, I called you a pig."

She felt him move away from her, but she couldn't tell where he was. Frantically she turned her head from side to side, trying to catch some sound that would tell her where he was. Her only clue was the whistle of the quirt before it struck her exposed pussy. She screamed, pulling at the ropes at the liquid pain that rolled though her. Nine more times the quirt came down with full force before she felt his fingers tangle in her hair and pull her head taught.

"I was going to intervene with Malachi so that you would not be punished for your behavior earlier. I see no reason for that intervention now. I have had my use of you. It pleases me greatly to think that after some training and discipline, that I will come to collect you as my property. Perhaps by then, you will have learned how to properly address me."

He tapped the quirt against her leg thoughtfully, "I think a few more strokes will help you remember." He gave her another 15 on the tender skin of her inner thigh, smiling at her screams of pain.

He released her head and she felt him get off the bed. He was going to turn her over to Malachi for punishment? The fear was so great that she thought she was going to be ill. She struggled and fought the restraints as panic began to build in her; her mind imagining being sent back to that box.

"Please, Master, please, I beg you to forgive me! Please!" Kate called out.

There was no reply, only the sounds of movement, a door, steps and whispers. There was a low laugh that she thought was Malachi. The silence stretched on and Kate could feel hot tears rolling down the sides of her face. 

Ahmed's unexpected touch frightened her, and she felt his lips brush against her ear, "Be brave for me, Little Doe. I have paid for you and you are mine. I have business on the mainland, but I shall be back in a few days to mark you and help plan out your training sessions. I have great plans for you Little Toy."

He left her side and she strained again to make some sense of the sounds, but once she heard him and his people leave and the door shut, there was silence -- a long and terrifying silence.

The Captain entered the guest house quietly. He wasn't sure what to expect. Malachi had told him that Ahmed had bought Kate. He tried to brush away the anger that welled up in him with that idea. As he entered the bedroom, his breath caught. What had that man been thinking to leave her bound like that unsupervised? As he approached closer, he could see the lash marks on her pussy and upper thighs. A couple had broken the skin and there was small trails of blood.

"Kate?," he called out softly.

Her eyes opened and he could see the haze of pain in them. He quickly went to work releasing her from the bondage, massaging her limbs and whispering reassuring things to her. He sat on the bed and pulled her into his arms, cradling her, rocking back and forth softly. And then he realized. Malachi had used the eye drops on her. Gently he ran his fingers around her eyes wondering if she would be one of the lucky ones to get her sight back or not. That was the last straw.

He had slaved for Malachi for too long. Somehow, he was going to find where Malachi had his sister, and he was going to take Kate off this hell hole before Ahmed destroyed her.

"Enough coddling," Malachi's voice cut in with a cruelness that shook the Captain. "This bitch has some punishment to deal with. Her Master's orders, you know."

Kate was torn from the Captian's arm by her hair and almost thrown across the room. She fell to the floor with a painful thud. She heard the Captain make a protest that was cut off sharply. Was he as much a prisoner as she was?

The cane struck her on the legs and she scrambled to get away from it. It hit her again and she heard Malachi's laugh.

"Faster, get on your feet!" The cane hit her again with a heavy pain. "You have a hike to take first. Move!"

Unable to see where she was going, Kate would move a few feet and run into something or trip, and the whole time, Malachi kept hitting her with the cane. She felt herself stumble outside and heard the laughter of other men. She wanted to curl up and hide, but the continual strikes drove her forward into the unknown. Now there was more than one stick. Blows would fall on her from unexpected angles. The ballet boots made walking almost impossible. She lost count of how many times she fell and struggled back up only to fall again.

Finally, when she fell the blow did not come. She stayed on the ground afraid to move. She could hear the group of men moving around her, preparing something. She wanted to try to run, but with the boots she couldn't go more than a few steps and at this point, she wasn't even sure which direction was back to the houses. Should she beg for mercy? Would it help? Would it only make Malachi angrier?

Hands pulled her up, not even giving her a chance to get her footing, and dragged her a few feet, pressing her back against a tree. Her hands were pulled around the trunk and she felt a rope being fastened to the cuffs she still wore. The rope tightened and she cried out, half in fear, half in pain. The responding laughter cut into painfully. Was there no mercy at all here?

Her legs were parted and fastened into another spreader bar. Kate's muscles, already sore from being forced apart for hours, spasmed painfully. She dropped her head in pain, only to have someone force it back up the tree trunk and begin to wrap something around her head and the tree. It felt like plastic wrap. Once they were done, she could not move her head and only the small opening for her nose and mouth kept her from total hysteria. She heard the muffled voice of Malachi as more plastic was being wrapped around her body, "You will stay on this tree until sunset. If you have been good, I'll let you down for the night. Don't worry, you aren't going to be here alone. The men have all volunteered to take shifts...taking care of you. They will tell me how good you have been."

Malachi smiled as under the clear plastic, he saw her sightless eyes open in panic. He felt himself swell with pleasure. When he got back to the house, he would see that the new girl Missy would take care of his needs. 



Kate's Capture Ch. 07



Kate tried to move to find a slightly more comfortable position, but the plastic wrap held her very secure. The bark of the tree pressed into her skin painfully and the plastic was already uncomfortably hot. She could feel sweat dripping down her body. At first, she put it off to her imagination, but then she realized that it wasn't just her mind. There was something crawling on her body under the plastic.

She couldn't help herself; she screamed as she realized that the crawling was all over her body. Frantic to get whatever it was off her body, she began to struggle. She could hear the men laughing and then felt the hands on one touching her roughly.

"Hold still, Bitch. It's just ants. I'll pour some of this on you and they'll go away," She could hear the amusement in his voice.

She bit her lip trying to calm herself and be still. She could feel him pouring some liquid on her head and felt it drip down under the plastic, sliding down the cracks and crevices. The hands pinched at her nipples until she cried out in pain. There was more laughter as he walked away. 

Kate waited for the crawling to stop, but it didn't, it only seemed to get worse. And then something bit her. She gasped and then began struggling again as there were more bites. She could feel one crawling on her face.

"Get them off! Get them off!" she begged frantically, tears rolling down her face. She could hear someone coming closer and sobbed in relief. To her surprise, they did nothing about the ants, but shoved a filthy cloth in her mouth, pushing it in until she thought she was going to choke on it. She heard a rip of tape and then felt it put over her mouth, forcing the gag in.

"Shut the fuck up, whore. You are ruining our game. Stand still and they won't bite."

Kate fought with herself to be still, to calm herself. They were only ants after all she told herself. It was hell. The heat, the sweat, the bugs, the pain in her body, her blindness, her growing thirst and her need to use the bathroom all fed on each other until she would have done anything Malachi asked had he only given her the chance.

She didn't start crying until her muscles gave out and she felt the hot stream of urine down her thighs. The humiliation was worse than anything else they had done to her so far. Surely this was the bottom of the pit.

"Pissed yourself, did you?"

She recognized Doc's voice and realized that it was about to get worse.

"The Prince would be very upset if I let you die out here from dehydration. Would you like some water?"

A spark of hope grew inside her. Was he being kind to her? Did being bought make that much of a difference? She felt Doc pull off the tape and then remove the rag gag. The plastic around her face was cut free.

"Thank you," she managed to whisper gratefully.

His soft hand stroked her face, "Such nice manners."

There was something in his tone that sent fear back through her.

He began to fit something over her head, something with straps. She caught the scent of leather and heard the metallic click of buckles, cold metal slid into her mouth. An adjustment forced her mouth open into a painfully wide O, the metal ring pushing into her palate. Doc made a noise of pleasure at her whimper of pain. The straps tightened, securing the ring in place.

Fresh tears rolled down her face as her jaw began to ache just from the few moments in this device. She felt new plastic being wrapped around her head, forcing it back to the tree and total immobility. Doc did not, however, leave her nose free. He covered it so her only way to breathe was through the ring. Then he fitted into the ring a plastic tube that fit perfectly into the ring.

Kate gagged reflexively as he pushed it back too far and then adjusted it with a laugh. It lay uncomfortably on her tongue. She could hear and feel Doc taping it into place. There would be no way for her to push it out.

The onslaught of water was a surprise. Doc had given her no warning and it suddenly filled her mouth and throat with it ice coldness. Kate realized she had to swallow it all or drown in it. Frantically, she swallowed and swallowed, desperate for air. She coughed at last, gasping through the tube for air. She barely had gotten air when another onslaught of water poured through the tube. Doc forced her to drink until she thought she was going to throw up. He rubbed his hand over her stomach, feeling the tightness of it, swollen with the water.

"You just seem so miserable here," He whispered to her. "I want you to feel better. There must be something I can do to make this more pleasurable for you."

Kate prayed that he would just leave her to this nightmare. She yelped as she felt his fingers probe between her legs. She was swollen and tender from where Ahmed and his friends had raped her.

"Yessss," Doc hissed in a pleased way, "I think a little stimulus to take your mind off the discomforts of your day." The fingers pushed into her bruised anus causing her to cry again.

Kate struggled to make sense out of the next noises, but it was all confusion to her. She was unprepared for the cold, metallic plug that Doc pushed ruthlessly into her ass. She tried to push it out, but he had secured it in some way so that she was stuck on it. When another cold, thick dildo was pushed into her pussy, filling her painfully, it took all of Kate's self control not to give in to hysteria. It felt like he had pushed a metal log into her. She panted shallow breaths trying to control the pain of being so stretched and filled.

"I love the sounds you make, Kate." Doc whispered, "You think you can keep control. You think you can be stronger. You have no idea how much I love to hear you scream and see you suffer. And I have you all day to play with." Something pinched her clit, forcing a keening gasp Kate that made Doc laugh. She felt his fingers on the plastic at her breasts, tearing openings and then pinching on her nipples. 

Clamps of some kind?

"Now my little captive," Doc rubbed her plastic bound body, "I want you to understand what is going to happen. Each of these clamps, the plug and the dildo are hooked up to a box that Günter made for me. It takes outside sounds and randomly sends an electrical pulse to one of the five possible destinations on your body. I don't really understand how it works, but the results are lovely to watch. Gunter, the radio, if you will."

The salsa music blared from the radio and the various wires sizzled to life on her body.



Kate's Capture Ch. 08



Time became immaterial to her. The pain became a haze and she tried to let her mind escape this hell. For a time, she would manage to float away, to distance herself, only to be dragged back by some sharp pain or Doc pouring more water into the tube.

When the tube was removed, she barely noticed. She had gone beyond screaming, she was close to no longer even caring what happened as long as the torture stopped. The plastic was cut away as well as the ropes holding her. Kate fell to the sand like a rag doll. She tried to move an arm or leg, but nothing would respond.

She felt a boot poke her in the side painfully. There was a voice, but she couldn't seem to make out the words. The boot kicked her again. Overcome with exhaustion and pain, she found herself kissing the tip of the boot fervently, praying to herself that whoever it was would take pity on her and let the pain stop.

Someone pulled her to her knees and held her there as she lacked the strength to hold herself up. She felt a hand stroke her tangled hair. There were more words – just an audible blur and then someone picked her up. The words blurred more to a buzz and then there was darkness.

When she came to again, it took some time for her mind to fully understand what was happening. She could move, but not much. The first thing she realized was that she was in a cage of some sort. It was small and made of a bamboo-like wood. She could feel the cold breeze of the night air. Her body throbbed with pain and aches from the cramped position, but she didn't care. No one was currently hurting her. She let the exhaustion take her again.

At some point in the night, she was forced to drink again and the watching men took turns poking at her through the wooden bars with a cattle prod. They played some complicated game involving dice and how long she would be shocked. Her world was just one of pain and exhaustion.

The Captain approached the clearing with concern. Malachi had kept him locked up until this morning. He had come back last night saying that Kate was bending nicely to his will. Knowing Malachi's nasty side, the Captain worried what he had done to Kate. The wooden cage hung in the morning light, twisting slowly a few feet off the ground.

"Kate?" he steadied the cage and reached in, touching her skin., "Kate?"

There was a low moan that made his insides twist. Hurriedly, he unlocked the lock on the cage. It took a few minutes, but he was able to get Kate out. She was whispering something. He held her close to hear her and finally caught her soft begging, "Please, no more...please..."

Furious beyond words, he carried her back to the main compound to clean her up and put her back in her cell.

The next day, Exhausted and aching all over, Kate forced herself to her knees as she heard the footsteps approaching her cell and the rattle of the lock. With the blindness, she couldn't tell who it was, but after the horrors of the tree and the bamboo cage, she wasn't going to take the chance of pissing anyone off. 

"Very nice, Kate. Your obedience is very pleasing."

She closed her eyes for a long moment of relief at the sound of the Captain's voice. She didn't care who it was, as long as it wasn't Malachi.

The Captain looked at Kate, bruised and exhausted, swaying with the effort to hold her position and his heart twisted painfully. This had to end. Somehow, he had to find a way to get his sister and destroy Malachi. But right now, he needed to take care of Kate. He would have to keep training her least Malachi suspect anything. He was watching both of them very carefully now.

"You must be hungry," he said to her, "You can relax for right now. Get up on your bunk."

He went out to the main room and brought back a bowl of warm oatmeal. He wanted it to be more, but this was the standard. Changes from his usual plan would get them caught. He handed the bowl to her and watched her eat.

"Today you are going to train with me in the morning and with Lady Crystal in the afternoon. I will be working with you on serving. Your Master has requested you be trained to serve food and drink. I think he plans to take care of your sexual training himself."

Kate stopped eating as the reality that she was sold to Ahmed hit her again. He would be coming for her and there would be no chance of escape ever. She put the bowl down as her stomach turned queasily.

"You will finish the food." The Captain's tone left no room for debate.

Too worn to fight, she picked up the bowl again and forced herself to eat the plain, flavorless oatmeal.

The Captain continued, "Lady Crystal will be training you in dance. Your uncle informed us that you have study dance before. Being able to please your Master with dance will help you greatly. The more you are able to please your Master, the better things will be for you. He likes your spirit, but he will expect obedience."

When she was done eating, he took the bowl from her and hooked a leash to her collar. He led her out of the cell block, outside and up to the main house. Carefully, he explained to her the guidelines for serving a beverage. He put a pitcher and a tray of glasses in front of her.

"Ahmed may or may not choose to keep you sightless. Either way, you can learn now. Better to learn it under your worst possible circumstances."

It took all his will power to keep making Kate practice over and over, perfecting her movements, correcting her with a quick tap of his crop. He pushed away his emotions as her exhaustion had her trembling. He corrected her sharply for spilling and she bit back a cry, turning it into a low moan that made him stir. He moved and began to tease her pussy with the crop.

Kate moved, trying to get away from the persistent crop but his voice snapped commandingly, "Be still!"

Moving closer behind her, he reached around and cupped a breast, gently teasing Kate's nipple, working on arousing her. Kate moaned softly as the unexpected pleasure, her head leaning back as she savored the gentle touch and erotic feelings.

"Please..." she gasped as the sensations grew stronger.

"Please what?" he teased her with a whisper.

"Please...don't. Don't make me like you." She struggled to keep still. 

He leaned against her back, pressing his body against hers, letting her feel the hardness of his arousal, "It's not wrong to enjoy the pleasure, Kate. Give yourself to it, embrace it." He kept teasing her, savoring each moan, gasp and whimper. "Do not orgasm without permission. You always must ask, always, especially with your Master. Do you understand?"

Kate nodded and gasped a "Yes! Yes!" as he increased the teasing to a level that was driving her mad.

She began to loose her battle with holding still and squirmed hungrily against the Captain. She wouldn't ask... she wouldn't beg. A sob of need and frustration burst from her as the throbbing pleasure became almost too much to bear. Vehemently shaking her head no, hating herself for her weakness, she spoke, "Please Sir.. Captian... please –" her voice broke

"Please what, Girl?" He caught her earlobe in his teeth and began to nip at it, teasing her ruthlessly.

Kate became almost frantic as his teeth tormented her, forcing her to a new level of arousal, "Let me cum!"

He released her ear and whispered into it, "You do not order me, Girl. Beg me, plead with me, convince me how much you need this."

She shook her head again, struggling harder now to get free of him, but he held her fast. "Please let me cum, please! I beg you, please!"

"Cum for me, Girl," he ordered and nipped her ear again, sending her over the edge.

Some hours later, the Captain left an orgasm-dazed Kate in the control of Lady Crystal and headed to his room. He was now able to turn his mind toward his problem. How was he going to find out where his sister was? Previous attempts to gain that information had led to him being loaned to Lady Crystal for several days. There was no paper trail that he had been able to find in Malachi's office. He had to figure out a way to get Malachi to tell him of his own free will.

He stopped walking and a strange smile spread over his face as he looked at the generator house. What was good for the goose would surely be good for the gander. He headed back to the house making a stop by Doc's office to pick up a vital part of his plan. Malachi was on the deck having his lunch. Missy knelt at his feet blindfolded. Her back, buttocks and thighs showed that Malachi had been flogging the girl. The Captain could see the sexual tension in the girl by how she sat. Girl still probably had not been allowed to orgasm yet.

"How's our Kate?" Malachi asked as the Captain approached.

The Captain took a chair and poured himself a glass of ice water. It was going to be quiet warm today. "She's responding well. In a few days, she will be ready for Ahmed to pick her up. She learns quickly."

Malachi gave a low laugh of pleasure, "Excellent. I was worried she was too stubborn to train, but the softening up seems to have worked well. As for this girl," he poked Missy with his foot, "I have found a buyer for her as well. There is an underground film company that wants her. The head of the company was here for Kate's auction and he is rather taken with our sex toy here."

The Captain sipped his water, contemplating how Missy would have an excellent career ahead of her. He listened to Malachi chatter about the guests for a few minutes. He considered the risk he was taking with not only his life, but that of his sister. It had gone on long enough.

"Malachi, I thought you should know that I put Cecelia in the pit." They had been having problems with the house slave Cecelia for a few weeks. It was a logical lie. And it was one that would have Malachi catching his bait.

Malachi perked up. It was true, Cecelia had been stepping out of line lately. "Let's go see how she is doing. Paolo, come take Missy. I think she needs to suck you. There were some complaints about her technique."

They ambled over to the generator shed. The Captain held the door for Malachi. As Malachi stepped into the small room, the Captain plunged a syringe into Malachi's leg and pressed the plunger. 

Malachi turned, furious, "What the hell did you do?"

The Captain stepped in and shut the door, "It's over, Malachi. You are going to tell me where my sister is."

"Like hell I will!" he swung to punch the Captain, but the drug was already starting to work and he swayed enough that he missed. It was a one sided fight with the Captain dodging the blows as Malachi grew more and more uncoordinated until he finally collapsed on the floor with a solid thump.

Knowing the drug did not last long, the Captain quickly went to work. He removed all of Malachi's clothing and dragged him over to the pit that Kate had recently been made to suffer in for long hours. Once he was in the pit, the Captain secured the cover and set the control panel. Within a few seconds he heard the first scream of pain. He turned off the microphone sound and left the building, securely locking the door behind him.

He thought back to when he first met Malachi, that afternoon on the boat when his whole life changed. Their motor had gone out and at first they thought the approaching ship was going to help them. Instead, he learned that there really were pirates and his sister would be their prize. He had begged for his sister to be spared, promising anything he could think of in his desperation. And the nightmare had begun. What he once did with pleasure, he now did to keep his own sister from the same fate as the girls he trained.

With Malachi occupied for the time being, the Captain returned to the main house and arranged for Günter to take Malachi's ship to one of the bigger islands for supplies. Anyone looking now for Malachi would assume he had gone along. Now it was a race against time.

The first problem came up when the buyer for Missy arrived at the island and asked for Malachi. Smoothly, the Captain assured him that he could finish the transaction for him. Familiar with the wire transfer system, he oversaw the transfer of the substantial sum to his private bank account and not to Malachi's account. He had hoped to rescue Missy from her fate, but he could not jeopardize his sister's life or his own. At this point, Malachi would probably kill him.

On the other hand, he rationalized with himself as he watched Missy eagerly follow her new owner back to his private helicopter; maybe she didn't want to be rescued.

Lady Crystal was the second problem. At 5:30 she showed up at the main house, leading Kate on a leash. Kate looked like she might pass out any second. Her usually lively eyes were dull with exhaustion. He motioned for her to kneel at his side.

Lady Crystal smiled predatorily at him as she slid into chair, "Working with her has made me very hungry."

"Cook should have dinner out in a few minutes. I believe we are having Jambalaya tonight," he replied coolly.

"You know what I mean, Captain Richards, but then, my time with you is seldom pleasurable for you, so I doubt you would look forward to it as I do. Maybe once you get the slave locked up for the night, Malachi will let you stay with me."

"Malachi is off the island, Lady Crystal," the Captain let Kate lean against his leg and he stroked her hair, "He said he was going to be gone for several days. He's hunting down leads for our next bit of merchandise, I believe."

Lady Crystal looked miffed, "Well then, I think I will have dinner in my room with Cecelia. She's always good for a scream or two." She stalked off, her high heels clicking menacingly across the floor.

Dinner took longer than the Captain had planned. Kate kept dozing off against his leg. He kept waking her and making her eat until she fell into a deep sleep that he didn't want to wake her from. Tenderly he carried her into his room and secured her to the bed. He doubted that she would try to escape, but he had to keep to his routine.

Once he had Kate taken care of, he headed to the generator shed. He shut off the power to the pit where Malachi had been all afternoon, then activated the two way intercom.

"How do you like being in there, Malachi, feeling what the girls felt, finding yourself so exhausted you have to lean against the walls, but you know what pain there will be. Did you enjoy fouling yourself, standing in it, smelling it? I can leave you in there for several days. Everyone thinks you are off the island."

"What do you want?" Malachi's voice was laced with desperation.

"Where is my sister?"

"Your sister is sucking cocks in hell," Malachi spat back.

"Where is she!" The Captain yelled into the microphone.

There was a long silence before Malachi answered, "I would tell you to get out of this hole, but she's dead."

The Captain stepped back from the speaker, shaking his head. It couldn't be true. All this time and she was dead?

"When..." he croaked at the screen, fighting back a lump in his throat, "When, you fucking bastard!"

"Last year," he heard Malachi gasp with pain, "She killed herself. I had her cremated. Please, let me out and I'll let you go."

"Fuck you, Malachi. You can die in here for all I care." He switched off the speaker, cutting off Malachi's pleas. He locked the metal cover of the pit and stalked out of the room. He went down to the shore and threw the key as far out as he could. He knew if he didn't that he would go back and kill him.

He had no idea how long he paced along the shore before he realized, he had to leave tonight. There was too much of a chance that someone would find out what he had done with Malachi.

Kate struggled to wake up. Exhaustion and the soft, warm bed fought beck to keep her sleeping. There was a humming noise, a gentle rumbling and movement that intruded on her sleep. Was she back on a boat?

Running her fingers against the wall, she recognized the texture of the fabric wallpaper. Despair filled her. They must be delivering her to Ahmed. She rolled onto her side, curling up in a sickening feeling of anguish and fear.

After a few minutes, she realized something else. She had no cuffs on, no collar and there were no chains restraining her to the bunk. Kate sat up confused. Even more unusual, she was dressed in what appeared to be one of the Captain's shirts.

She slipped out of the bunk and felt her way quietly to the door, feeling like any second she would be attacked or punished. She hesitated a long moment with her hand just over the doorknob before she got the courage to try it.

The door swung open. Straining for any sound that would indicate a problem she moved toward the upper deck. There were no sounds other than that of the motor and the water. The cool air of the ocean danced around her as she emerged on the upper deck, still, no sounds of people. Bewildered, Kate continued her exploration heading toward the bridge.

The only different sound on the bridge was the chatter of the radio. Her heart beating fast, she found the mike and keyed it, "Mayday! Mayday! Please someone! Help me!"

The sound of static seemed to take forever and then there was a crackle on the radio, "This is the coast guard. Please identify yourself and give your location."

Kate sank to the floor, clutching the mike and began to cry. The nightmare was over.

*

Epilogue

Kate surveyed her small New York apartment. What she saw was still fairly blurry, but the doctor had assured her that in time, her vision should get back to normal. Her nervousness would take longer. They were still out there. The only one that had gotten arrested was her uncle. Malachi had been found dead and the island was empty of other people. As to the Captain, he had disappeared into the night. The surmise was that he had taken her out in the boat, set it on course and then left in the small outboard.

The noises of the apartment startled her regularly. Perhaps she would get a roommate. That would help. She went into the kitchen to make her dinner.

Outside, in the darkness, a figure watched her silhouette in the window. She was safe now, he thought, but for how long? Would Ahmed be able to track her here? He had failed his sister, he would not fail Kate in protecting her. 



Kate's Capture Pt. 02 Ch. 01



Ahmed sat on the couch waiting. At his feet, the dark-haired girl trembled as he stroked her hair. He had not been gentle with her when he had arrived. He needed her fear to be real. The girl should be afraid with what he had found on her computer. Her master would be very upset should he find out. He glanced at his Rolex, Kate would be arriving any moment. He smiled, eager to see this play out. She had no idea that he had been orchestrating so much of this ever since she had escaped from the island.

Once she had surfaced, he had her. A trip to the lawyer she had retained had proven to Ahmed that once again, that a sufficient amount of money and a good lie changed anyone's mind. The lawyer thought she was his runaway wife. All Ahmed wanted to do was to be sure she had a place to stay, a good job offer, and that the case to get her inheritance back was delayed. When Kate needed a roommate to make ends meet, he had arranged that also, providing a sweet young slave on loan from a friend of his to fill the roll of a friend in need. Tonight she would finish her role and be on her way back home. Tonight, Kate would be his again.

Tired from the long day of work and the extra hours of overtime her boss had required of her today, Kate trudged up the three flights of stairs to her apartment. Disheartened, from the cold of the day and the rain and the bills that had come with the mail, she unlocked the door and entered with a sigh. She shed her coat and wet shoes by the door and turned to head to her bedroom but stopped, frozen to the spot in fear. Ahmed was sitting on her couch, her roommate Carrie at his feet, hands bound behind her back; her blouse ripped open, fear splashed across her face. The mail dropped to the floor, unnoticed from Kate's hands.

"Hello, Khansaa, have you missed me?" He smiled at her as he watched her face go pale, so pale that for a moment, he wondered if she would actually faint.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" she whispered in fear, as if speaking any louder would make things worse.

"I have come for what is mine, of course. I am leaving the country today and wish to take you home with me."

Kate shook her head in denial. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening. He couldn't just walk in here and take her. She took a step backward and then another. Her mind whirled with frantic ideas of running to the door, screaming for help.

Ahmed watched the thoughts play out in her expression and casually said, "I wouldn't bother running for the door, one of my men is already guarding it, Little Doe. Besides, your actions will directly affect your roommate here. If you cause me problems, I will not hesitate in finding a buyer for her also, after my men have used her, of course."

Kate looked in horror at Ahmed, "Don't! She has nothing to do with this. Please!"

There was a thick, waiting silence as Ahmed just looked questioningly at her.

"Please ... Master." Her head dropped slightly in defeat as she began to realize that she was not going to win a battle with him.

Ahmed smiled, "Good girl. If you continue to be obedient, I shall release her when we are gone, of course with a drug to help her forget I was ever here. But remember, your actions determine her fate. Do you understand?"

"Yes... yes, Master," tears welled up in Kate's eyes. This couldn't be real. It couldn't be. But it was. She fought back the nausea that welled up inside her, the hysteria that wanted to totally take over her as this nightmare that had haunted her since she had escaped the island was coming ture.

"Remove your clothes, Khansaa, I wish to look at you."

She must have hesitated a moment too long for he pulled on her roommate's hair, arching Carrie's back and causing her to cry out in pain. The dagger that Kate knew too well traced a line on the girl's neck and Carrie whimpered in true fear.

"Please, don't hurt her, Master," Kate began to frantically pull off her clothes, dropping them on the floor until she stood naked and shivering in front of him. She watched tears well up in Carrie's eyes and mistook her pity for fear. "Please, Master!" she begged, taking one of the humiliating positions of subservience she had learned in her captivity.

He watched her for a long moment before releasing the roommate from the painful posture. He could see the relief in his own slave's eyes. His plan was working perfectly. He made a hand motion for her to crawl to him. He saw a brief flash of anger but she obeyed. "Display."

She kneeled up, lacing her hands behind her neck. Over and over her mind kept saying this wasn't happening, this wasn't happening. Helplessly, she watched as Ahmed reached into his suit pocket and took out a curved metal band.

"Since I know your preference for escape, I had this made with you in mind," he leaned over and snapped it around her neck. "Electronics are marvelous these days. This has three primary functions, Khansaa. First, it has a satellite tracking device. Wherever you go, I will know. Secondly, it has a nice ring for me to leash or bind you. Would you like to guess the third function?" 

Kate had a bad feeling that she wasn't going to like the third function any more than the first two, "No, Master."

He reached into his suit coat again and took out a key chain fob, much like those used to lock and unlock cars, "Malachi told me how well you responded to electrical stimuli..."

Kate shook her head in horror as the memory of the hole and the tazer rushed over her mind. "No! Please, No!" she begged in a desperate whisper.

Ahmed could almost taste her fear and felt himself growing hard. Malachi had been right. This would be a very effective tool. He pressed the lowest setting and watched her claw at the collar even as the pain brought her to the floor. He let her lie there for a moment as the pain faded.

"Get up, Khansaa." He said patiently. It was time for the last steps in her preparation for the trip to the airport. "Doctor, if you will."

From the bedroom stepped the Doctor from the island. Kate took one look at him and began to cry in total fear, "Please, Master, Please...whatever it is, I'll be good, I'll be obedient, I'll do anything, please just don't let him near me, please, I beg you!"

Ahmed petted her hair soothingly, "Your past actions have not led me to trust you, Little Doe. I still wear your scar, you know. I do not wish to take this step. Perhaps once I have you home, it will not be necessary." He held out his free hand toward the doctor and Doc placed a small bottle into his hand.

"I will give you the choice. You may have the Doctor put the drops in, or you may do it yourself," Ahmed offered generously.

Kate took one look at the hungry look in the Doctor's eyes, and knew she would rather do it herself than let that man anywhere near her. Wishing she could just faint or die or something, Kate reached for the bottle with a shaking hand. He couldn't really ask this of her. She looked up at him pleadingly. His dark, cold look was expectant. Her roommate whimpered nearby. Kate remembered that she had her to consider, too. She wouldn't be able to live with herself knowing she caused her to become a slave, too.

Still, she had to try, she lowered herself to the floor and kissed the toe of Ahmed's shoe as lovingly as possible, "Please, Master. I beg you to have mercy on your slave. With the collar, what can I do and where can I go? I am completely in your control. I give you my word that I will behave, just please, don't make me use the drops, please, Master!"

He narrowed his eyes for a moment in consideration, "I'll give you this chance. But for my own purposes you will comply will everything else I ask of you." He took back the small bottle and tucked it in his breast pocket. The doctor just smiled at her.

He nodded to one of his men. The man brought over a box and removed a pair of elegant low heeled shoes.

"Put these on, My Pet." He ordered.

Her hands shaking, Kate fumbled nervously to put the shoes on her feet. When she had them on, he helped her to her feet and then helped her into a cotton garment. The long dark dress fell to her feet, and long sleeves fit snugly at her wrists. She frowned in confusion as he buttoned the high neck completely up, covering her collar.

"You do not like to be clothed, Little Doe?" he teased her.

"The clothing is fine, Master," she assured him, still feeling oddly naked beneath the long loose dress.

"Do not get too used to it, Slave. It pleases me for now to have you wear it." She could hear the edge of warning in his tone. "Doctor, the eye pads, if you will."

Kate glanced at Ahmed with new fright. What was he planning? 

The doctor brought out a box and removed some thick surgical eye pads and gauze bandages.

"Please," she whispered to Ahmed in desperation, "Please, don't take my sight."

He cupped her chin in his hand and smiled at her, "I wish there were some other way, my pet, but I must hide your non-Arab eyes until you are on my plane. This way fits into my plans. Sit still for the doctor, pet."

Again, Kate had to bite back hysteria as the doctor placed and taped the eye pads in place and then wrapped the gauze around her head. She couldn't help the tears that began to soak the eyepads.

"One last piece and we shall be ready to go."

Kate felt fabric drape over her head. Deftly, Ahmed arranged it, tucking it and then pinning it snugly under her chin. It was then that she realized he had dressed her like a proper, modest Islamic woman. No one would even give her a second glance in Ahmed entourage. 

"Come now, the car is waiting for us." He led her to the door, guiding her with a hand at the small of her back, another on her arm.

There was silence in the elevator on the way down, the rush of cold air as they stepped outside and then he tucked her into the waiting car, all rather seamlessly. They rode in silence for some time. Kate's mind swirled as she tried to think of some way she would be able to still escape. Maybe at the airport, she would be able to break away long enough, to scream, get someone's attention. Surely, Ahmed had to see some custom's person to leave the country. A plan in her mind, she relaxed for the moment, trying to calm herself.

When the car stopped, she could hear the muted sounds of the airport. Ahmed pulled her close, "Remember, your roommate's life still hangs in the balance, Little Doe. Don't try anything stupid or you will be very sorry."

One of the men helped her into a wheelchair and they were moving through the airport. Kate could feel Ahmed's hand, heavy on her shoulder. What would he do if she suddenly started screaming out? She made a small noise and before she could even think there was a short burst of pain from her collar.

"Don't think of it, My Pet." Ahmed whispered in her ear. "This is your only warning."

Kate nodded gasping, "Please... I wanted to ask for something to drink." Please, God, let him believe her.

She felt his grip relax on her shoulder, "Of course, Pet." There was a brisk barking command and a few minutes later, a cold cup was pressed into her hand. Gratefully, she gulped at the water, her mind still working. Shouting out would not work, he was expecting that. What else could she do?

"Ah, Sir," An unctuous voice greeted them, "Let me show you into the processing room. We shall have you on your plane in no time."

Kate felt the wheelchair make a sharp left and bump over a threshold. The noise of the concourse faded as a door shut. She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and somehow she knew it was not Ahmed. She listened, knowing this might be her last chance.

She could hear the man going over documents, checking off passports with people in the room. 

"How did the operation for your sister go?" the airport official asked between stamping papers.

"It went quite well," She could hear Ahmed answer softly, "She should be able to see some when the bandages come off."

Sister? He was passing her off as his blind sister?

"All your papers seem to be in order," there was the thump-bump of rubber stamping.

Now or never, she thought and before she realized it she was starting to stand, reaching up to rip off the bandages. The snug collar under the long dress activated and she fell back into the chair, crying out at the severe pain. It did not stop and dimly she heard something about seizures. She felt a sharp prick on her arm and the stinging burn of some drug.

The pain stopped and she lay shaking in the chair, trying to breathe, even as she could feel the drug moving rapidly through her system making her groggy and sluggish. The doctor was fussing over her and she tried to brush him away, but she couldn't move her arm.

The wheelchair moved, a door opened. She felt the cold night air and heard the sounds of airplane engines. All she could do was whimper in fear as Ahmed's strong arms picked her up from the chair and carried her up the stairs into the plane. The outside noises dimmed.

"Is she going to be all right?" the unctuous official asked and even though she could not see him, Kate was sure he was fawning over them.

"The doctor will be sure she is fine. The seizures are so hard on her. I will put her in the bedroom to rest. Thank you for all your care and help in this matter. Let me give you a small token of my appreciation."

Kate felt herself laid on a soft bed and heard the two of them walk away. Desperate, she struggled against the drug, rolling to the edge of the bed. Feeling like a rag doll, she dropped off the bed to the floor. Blindly, she struggled to crawl across the floor, but the drug's effect was getting stronger.

"Going somewhere, Little Girl?" the doctor asked, pulling off the head covering from her.

Kate didn't answer.

She wasn't prepared for him pulling her back up to the bed by her hair. She screamed in pain and fear.

"Oh, Little Girl, I am so going to enjoy playing with you," the doctor whispered in her ear as he removed the eye pads, "Never have I had a victim with such strength as you. You are worth everything to be the house physician."

"Doctor," Ahmed's voice said from nearby, "You may take your seat up front. I will deal with Khansaa myself."



Kate's Capture Pt. 02 Ch. 02



Kate felt the plane start to move and whimpered as tears began to roll down her face. She was able to move some more and managed to roll into a fetal position, as if that would somehow protect her.

Dimly, she felt Ahmed remove her shoes and begin to unbutton the long cotton dress he had made her wear. Part of her mind registered his gentleness. Part of her wanted to fight, but why? He had already proven he had the upper hand, he could over power her.

The plane bumped along as it taxied. There was no help for her here. None. Her mind moved ahead frantically. They would have to refuel, but it was doubtful she would be let out of the plane or anywhere near the people at that airport. If he were smart, she thought, he would knock her out just to be safe. Somehow she had to avoid that.

The plane stopped and the whine of the engines increased as the spun up to full speed. The plane trembled with the power and the slowly began to move. Ahmed slid the dress from her body and Kate couldn't hold back the strangled sob of despair.

Gently he stroked her body, glorying in her smooth, soft, pale skin. "You are so beautiful, my Little Doe," he whispered. "You have been a great deal of trouble, but I think it is well worth it now that I have you again."

He rolled her onto her back, smiling at the groggy attempts to resist. Her beautiful dark brown hair spread over the pillowcase in a tangle of curls. Her dark brown eyes shimmered with tears.

Never taking his eyes off her face, he reached down and began to tease her clit. She jumped under his hand and moaned in fear. She was nicely wet from her fear. Curious to her reaction, he pressed two fingers into her body and began to fuck her with them. She was so tight around his fingers that he could not resist a moan of his own. He teased and finger fucked her until she was close to the edge, her fighting now groggy attempts to meet his pumping fingers.

With a wicked smile he drew out his fingers and left her panting in need. There was no hurry to let her be pleasured. He fully intended to have her know by the end of the trip that he was in control.

Her body throbbed and Kate bit her lip not to beg for more. She was not a slut. She heard herself whimper at the throbbing need that seemed to fill her. Suddenly there was pain so sharp that she arched. Ahmed was pinching her nipples. He didn't let go and the pain filled her in a wonderful way that made her ache for more, yet wanted it to stop.

"Please..." she gasped at the raw need for more.

"Please what, Little Slave?" He teased her, twisting her nipples a bit to ratchet up the pain. Her hips lifted, begging, against her will. He teased her clit again drawing out a cry of need that made him hard.

"Oh, God! Please!" she wasn't sure what she was begging for now.

He let go and grabbed her wrists, pulling them over her head. Straddling her, he pressed himself against her wiggling body. The short term drug was beginning to wear off. He could see the desperation in her eyes, so beautiful.

"Please..." she sobbed. How could this man make her feel this way? This wasn't at all like that other day when he had taken her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her and she knew that if he took her, it would ease the throbbing pain, but she couldn't beg for that.

Ahmed chuckled, reading in her face, her every thought., "So hungry, Little Slave. There is nothing wrong with what you want, but I will make you beg, and beg prettily. Be assured that when I use you, I will take my pleasure of you, but unless you beg to cum, I will allow you none."

He got off the bed, leaving her squirming. He got too leather cuffs from a compartment and returned to the bed. He chuckled again when she tried to resist his strength. He easily held he locked the cuffs around her tiny wrists and then hooked them to a latch on the headboard.

He sat on the edge of the bed, "When did you eat last, Little Doe?"

Kate frowned in confusion at the sudden change of subjects. He drove her to the edge of begging and then started asking about food? "Breakfast...."

A stinging slap to her face brought tears to her eyes that rolled down the sides of her head.

"Breakfast, Master...." She gasped as she realized her error.

"So you must be hungry?" Ahmed ran a finger down her chest and around her hard nipples.

"Yes... yes, Master."

"You disobeyed me at the airport," he ran his finger down the soft concave of her belly. It was interesting, he thought idly, she had kept herself shaved after she had escaped. He gently touched her pussy lips, smiling at the groan from her.

"I am sorry, Master, please.... Please forgive me." Kate struggled to be still, struggled not to respond to the touch of this man.

Kate visibly relaxed some. How hard was that? Maybe there was hope of turning the tables on this man in some way.

Ahmed smiled again and left the bed, walking over to the wall intercom. He spoke in Arabic, ordering his dinner. In a few minutes the fragrant meal was brought in.

Kate's eyes widened as her mouth began to water at the smell of the spiced meat. Her stomach growled painfully. She heard his soft laugh and felt something brush over her lips, smelled the meat. She opened her mouth to get the bite, but there was nothing except a touch of the meat sauce. She licked her lips, savoring the flavor, her stomach aching

"I must punish you." For a moment his heart ached at the fear that showed so quickly on her face. He knew that Malachi had been extremely harsh with her. There were more effective punishments than outright torture. "You will have no food for 24 hours."


Never had she known how powerful the smell of food was. Never had she wanted something she couldn't have, like she wanted to eat that meal. She lay there, trying not to think of food, but it lingered even after his dishes were taken away.

So engrossed in her need for dinner, she did not hear him shed his clothes. When she felt his naked body against hers, she struggled in panic. She was no match for his strength as he pushed into her.

She gasped in shock and need. She had no idea what he whispered to her in Arabic, but she tried to get more of his thick cock, pressing up against him. She would not beg... she would not beg!

Skillfully, Ahmed used her body, teasing her, tormenting her until she writhed under him like a mad woman, her only thought that of climax. He kept her on the edge of need until she was sobbing. And then he pulled out, spraying his cum on her glowing, damp skin. She screamed in anger at being left in throbbing need.

"God, damn you, you bastard!" Kate yelled in frustration.

"I thought they trained the cursing out of you, Khansaa. Such bad manners. I guess I will need to work on that myself."

He got up and went back to the toy compartment, retrieving this time a metal gag. He managed to slip it in her mouth as she tried to frantically apologize. As the metal tab pressed down her tongue, Kate struggled desperately. It was like having a cold metal tongue depressor locked into your mouth. The gag did not fill her mouth, nor would it stretch her jaw painfully. She realized that she could wear this for some time. The gag was just long enough to keep her from gagging, but she was just on the verge of it.

She felt him get on the other side of the bed and pull the covers around him. Her stomach growled painfully again and she began to cry. It was a long time before exhaustion finally put her into a restless sleep.