2 comments/ 17696 views/ 4 favorites Alice's Capture Ch. 01 By: Sub_missivegurll Being a slave was not the life I grew up dreaming about. As a girl in a rich family, I was taught independence and responsibility. My father made sure I never depended on anyone. I made straight A's all the way through med school. I was always the leader type, but my fantasies had been tormenting me from age 13. Since I found out about porn and erotic stories, I'd read them with a sort of awe. I dreamt about chains and orders being given, but not from my mouth. I wanted to be the slave. I was submissive at heart, and I craved the day when I could serve a Master with pride. I met Sir at a bar when I was twenty. I was fresh out of college, having skipped a few grades in between high school and middle school. He had seen me before I saw him. By the time I caught his powerful gaze, I felt sure he'd been watching me for hours. I couldn't look away, and he chose not to. When I was uncomfortable enough to remove myself from the bar, I stood and turned swiftly, walking at a canter to my car, fear, dread, and an undeniable-though simultaneously shameful-emotion welling within me. The parking lot was dark and damp, a fine mist falling from the skies. I thought I heard footsteps behind me and quickened, not turning around. I frantically searched for my keys while continuing at my brisk pace. When I found them I hit the unlock button, signaling a beeping noise from my small BMW that my father had given me as a gift this year for completing Harvard without a single "B". As soon as I heard the beep, a deep, resonant voice growled from behind me. "Give me your keys." It was plaintive, not asking, demanding. My breath caught in my throat, choking me. I still didn't want to turn around, though I stopped in my tracks, frozen in time. "Give. Me. The. Keys." He repeated it in a slow, threatening voice. I should be terrified. I was terrified, yet through his command I found some bit of comfort. I must've been crazy. I stayed frozen, still unable to move an inch, my keys dangling from my left hand, covered in small droplets of precipitation. The footsteps cam closer to me, sounding hollowly through the empty night. He snatched the keys from my hand, crossing in front of me to my car, opening the driver's side door. He looked back at me and strode towards me purposefully. My jaw was open in disbelief. He gripped my arm tightly and dragged me to the passenger seat, shoving me in and hooking my seatbelt while I merely yelped in surprise. He slammed the door closed beside me and got in the driver's seat. I heard my engine purr to life through a fog of shock. I didn't even know who this man was. I was supposed to scream, to kick out and cry for help. I didn't. We drove down the highway at what seemed like supernatural speed. After five minutes I finally looked at him for the first time. His jaw line was defined and hard, with defined cheekbones and eyes concentrating on the road. They were inky black, but somehow more intense than any piercing blue I'd ever seen. He was perfectly proportioned, muscular without being huge. He appeared to be at least 6 feet 4 inches tall and he wore a black button down shirt and dark jeans. His hair was a dark chocolate, cropped but not buzzed. My mother's old words floated back to my mind...tall, dark, and handsome. As I took in his formidable presence, he focused on the steering wheel. I knew he saw every movement I made. He chose to ignore me. When we slowed, it was in front of a high-rise condominium building. It appeared as though we were in the center of Boston. He parked and stopped my car. "When I get out, stay right next to me and keep your eyes on the ground." I wondered how his voice could be so unsettling and soothing at the same time. He came around to my side and got me out. I must have been shivering violently. His cold hand elicited goosebumps to cascade down my arms. He slung a coat around my shoulders. It was his and it reached almost to my knees. Still, I was thankful for the warmth. I followed him obediently into the building, looking at the tiled floor. We got in the elevator and he hit the top floor. Why was I not running? Why was I following this psycho? I was supposed to be smart. I was supposed to be a strong woman. The doors of the elevator opened. He stepped out and I stayed inside. Conflict rendered me immobile. The doors started to close before his large hand reached through and pulled me out and to the door of the penthouse. I assumed it was his. "What is your name and how old are you?" He asked as I stood in the doorway, still looking down. "I...um-" I stuttered. "You will answer me immediately and address me as Sir." He cut me off and I regathered. "Alice. Twenty." My voice was too high and scared. I sounded like a squeaking toy. "Sir." He added menacingly. "Sir." I repeated, fearful of my mistake. He grabbed my wrists and tossed me onto the bed in his bedroom. He walked to the doorway and paused, looking back at me, cowering on the sheets. "You will undress and come into the living room." "Yes sir." He closed the door behind him. I began to hyperventilate. The first thought that came to my mind was to find a phone. I opened the dresser drawer and searched the countertops and found none. I suddenly felt dizzy. This was what I'd wanted since I knew what sex was. I'd wanted to be told, not asked. I'd wanted to succumb to my need to be controlled. This was too much. My shame sat in my stomach like a bowling bowl. I unbuttoned my shirt and slid out of my pants. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to breathe. Then, I walked into the living room and stood like an idiot in the entrance, unsure of what to do. "Come in front of me." He said it from his spot in a chair. Right now his back was to me. I wobbled to where he directed, standing and looking down. He stared at me and I shivered under the weight of his examination. Suddenly, he was standing inches from me, "I told you to undress." He growled and I felt a cold metal slide in between my bra straps and skin. I realized it was a knife as his lightning fast movements cut off my bra and bikini. My lingerie laid in tatters at my feet and my shivering grew more violent at my new nakedness. He remained beside me for a few more seconds before sitting again and staring at me. I don't know how long I stood like that. It felt like hours but my senses were so heightened that seconds could've been more accurate. I was too embarrassed to meet his eyes. I was completely vulnerable. Why had I come out of the bedroom? "Look at me." My head flew up and my cheeks flushed red. "Tell me, have you ever read porn?" I didn't think it was possible to be any more humiliated than I already was. I didn't dare lie. I could see he still had a knife casually held between his hands. "Yes." My gaze again flew to the floor. "I said look at me, you do what I tell you." He stood up and grabbed my chin in his large hand, pulling it up to make me look into his black eyes, mere inches away. "What kind?" "I...I don't know what you mean." I wanted so badly to look away but he held my face firmly in place. "Yes, you do. Answer me." "Um...mostly BDSM and non-consensual...Sir?" My cheeks must've been fiery enough to burn through paper. My chin struggled harder in his grasp. "I thought so." That was all he said. He turned and pulled me again towards the bedroom. He laid me out on the bed. Then, he unbuttoned his own pants and shirt, removing his clothing, leaving the shirt hanging off his shoulders. My eyes traveled to his penis, taking in its size. I estimated about eight or nine inches. Bigger than any other I'd ever seen. He came and stood by the bedside. "I want you to put your arms above your head." He cuffed them into place, then he pinned my legs to the bedposts. I felt his fingers tracing my contours, circling my nipples, raising goosebumps wherever he went. I felt them hardening. He went down my abdomen, making me squirm. When he neared my mound he stroked with two fingers down my slit. I knew I was wet. I flushed again. He looked at me and then turned back to my body. I felt oddly comforted, as if there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He went all the way down my legs to my feet, dragging his fingertips along the soles. As he explored me, his cock became harder. An eternity later, he climbed upon the bed. Common sense kicked in. "Stop it, let me go!" I twisted in my bonds, panicking. "Please, let me go!" Tears began to pour onto my cheeks. I was humiliated, scared, and I didn't even know where I was! I was supposed to be my own person! Female! Not some toy for men to play with. "Quiet!" His voice rose a little from its controlling tenor. He pressed his hand onto my midsection, pinning me down. "You're going to hurt yourself, thrashing around like that. There will be plenty of pain later, if you keep this up." I was now quivering and sobbing as quietly as I could. He kissed me softly on my neck, holding me still, manipulating my body. I calmed slightly. He pressed his increasingly hard cock into my slit, rubbing it up and down. I felt pleasure mixed with shame. He then thrust into me quickly, in one stroke. "Ahh!" I cried out. He began pounding into me rhythmically. I laid, covered in sweat, my muscles contracting as I got used to his size. He continued until I was moaning in pleasure. I couldn't help it. The stimulation was too much and to my horror, I came underneath him, rippling in ecstasy. As I did, he shot his seed into my womb. We were both breathing hard and I was filled with dread. I began crying again. He got up and left me tied in the bedroom. I fell eventually into an uneasy, troubled sleep. He never came back in the night. The next morning, as the sun rose, I pondered my future and my desires. I tried out some new words on my tongue. They felt somewhat natural. They felt like betrayal. Thank you, Master. TO BE CONTINUED... Alice's Capture Ch. 02 I woke up with a start, unsure of where I was. I was still bound at the wrists and ankles, causing me considerable alarm. I tugged at them uselessly, my breathing quickened and I melted into survival mode. The threshold of fear took over my ears and my senses faded in and out as I whimpered and struggled. I lost energy quickly, slumping back onto the bed that was my prison. I tried not to think about the night before, about his pounding in and out of me and how I'd felt. I hadn't noticed but he was standing in the door frame of the room, leaning casually, barely glancing up at me from his post. I froze in fear. I remembered he'd had a knife last night. Was he going to kill me? That's what always happened on the news, in the movies. "Would you like me to untie you?" He asked it in a monotone, without any real concern. I nodded exaggeratedly, afraid he wouldn't see me. My throat was constricted. "Then you ask, you say 'would you please untie me, Sir?'" He looked on expectantly. "Would...would you please untie me...Sir?" He smiled slightly as I added the last syllable, giving him exactly what he wanted. He walked over to me and calmly untied me. I immediately began rubbing my chafed wrists. I barely noticed him massaging the blood back into my ankles. "Thank you, Sir." I added. "Yes, come on to the kitchen. You must eat some breakfast." He left as I scrambled up desperately trying to follow him. My feet hit the cold floorboards with a smack. I almost fell over, dizzy from rising so quickly. When I made it to the kitchen he was already standing there, arms crossed, staring at me with the same inky black eyes as last night. There was no denying his handsome build. He didn't have a shirt on and I could see his well-defined abs and shoulders. His face was that of a dark angel, shadowed but beautiful. "There is food in the fridge and cereal in the top cupboard, you may eat whatever you want." Only his jaw moved. I carefully teetered to the cupboard, reaching as high as I could to open it. It was too high, I hopped hopelessly, unable to snag the handle. Instantly he was behind me, reaching over my head to open it, cornering me between the wood and his hard chest. He retreated back to his stance at the countertop, watching me stoically, adding to my humiliation. I was still naked. I grabbed the first thing I saw, Cheerios, and poured a few into my hand. I realized how starving I was and ate faster. I forgot about the man standing a few feet behind me and tried to assess my situation in my mind. I was doubtlessly in grave danger. I didn't know where I was, who I was with, or even why I was here. I knew I was in trouble, but I didn't leave. I didn't even try. It was as if an invisible tether was centering me here, gravity was keeping me from running. I turned around and briefly met the gaze of Sir before dropping my head ashamedly. He put the box away and stood still before telling me that I must be thirsty. I drank from the glass of water he presented and then looked around at the penthouse. He was rich. He had to be! It was a large suite, immaculately decorated in modern minimalist style. Nearly every wall was made of one-way windows, allowing its occupants to see out but no outsiders to see in. The color scheme was neutral grays and blacks, with a few accessories in red or some other complementary tone. The floors were a dark wood throughout. By the view, I could deduce that we had to be in Boston somewhere. Wow, that really narrows it down. I thought to myself stupidly. Suddenly, I felt his firm figure pressed behind me. He lowered his head and spoke softly into my ear. "You will go make the bed that you ruined last night." I jumped in surprise and then nearly ran into the bedroom, pulling the covers back up. I smoothed them carefully, trying to make it perfect, ignoring the ropes that still dangled from the headboard and foot. I was afraid to leave for fear of having done it wrong. I stepped slowly back out into the open floor plan of the main area of the apartment. I didn't know what to do with myself so I just stood there. "Are you cold?" I wondered at how he asked such a question without sounding at all concerned for my welfare. "No." I said, almost inaudibly. "No..." He repeated, stepping closer to me. "Then why are you shivering?" "I...I'm...afraid, Sir." My shaking increased, tears began to well. "You shouldn't be afraid. I will not kill you. I will not harm you, unless, that is, you need to be disciplined. In that case, still, you won't be harmed permanently." "But...I can't stay here." My voice was tinged with desperation and the sobbing of my inhaled breaths. "You will stay here. This is what you want." In that moment it almost made sense to me why I hadn't run when I'd had the chance. I knew why I hadn't called for help. I wanted to be dominated. I'd masturbated to these thoughts for years, terribly ashamed and secretive about my desire to submit. I'd thought of little in my limited sexual endeavors but finding a man who would tell me, not ask me. I'd dreamt of little more than being bound, gagged, fucked, and given a list of chores in the morning. I wanted to be treated like a woman. No, not the type of women I'd been raised as, self-dependent, strong. No, I was the woman of meekness, obedience, and submission. As obvious as it was, I still couldn't accept it. I couldn't deal with the shame of everyone around me if they knew my secrets. I couldn't deal with my own guilt. My life was supposed to be different. "You have to let me go!" I said this louder. I was on the verge of begging. I couldn't sit by and watch the life my parents had built for me be wasted. Why did it feel like there was a part of me simultaneously begging for him to make me stay? "No I don't. You will not ask me to again." His eyes became hard and removed. I was scared. "Please." He raised his hand and slapped my face. He didn't do it very hard but I was already wound up and it sent me tumbling to the floor. I was laying in a pool of my own tears and sweat. He had walked away but now was back. He stuck a ball gag into my mouth as I tried to gasp for breath. I continued sobbing, choking myself, needing oxygen but unable to breathe. He picked me up and put his face right in front of mine. Our noses were centimeters away from touching. "When I tell you no, it means no." He left me laying there, crying uncontrollably. Uncontrollable. That's how my life felt at this point. I was gone. Reality didn't exist any more. I cried and shook until my energy was drained and I laid limp and resigned on the floor. When I'd been silent for a while, Sir came back over to me and took off the gag. I inhaled a full breath thankfully. "Good girl. Now, I want you to relax and lay on the couch." I wobbled to the couch and relaxed. Surprisingly easy after such a hard cry. He spun me over so that my upper body was over his lap and I felt his hands rubbing into my skin. It wasn't like last night, when he'd barely tickled me. This time he was kneading the tension from my body. I laid in resignation. I couldn't deny the comfort he brought me. Awhile later when I was dangling by a thread from consciousness, I felt his lips brushing against my shoulder blades, moving down my back. He neared my ass cheeks and caressed them gently. "Relax." He whispered, feeling me tense beneath his grasp. I did. He moved down to my slit, parting my lips gently, absent-mindedly stroking and circling. I was filled with unwilling pleasure. My mind told me to struggle, to tell him no. My body and sexual fantasies told me to remain still and trust him. TRUST HIM!!?? I must've been completely crazy, still, I didn't move. His fingers got closer and closer to my now sensitive clit, circling it with precision, not exerting any pressure on it at all, teasing me. I was growing hotter with each passing second. I was riding the precarious edge between fear and high arousal. I squirmed, my body taking on a mind of its own, trying to manipulate his hand to give me what I so desperately craved. His other hand pressed the small of my back towards the couch. "Still." He commanded, continuing his torture. My breathing was now ragged with arousal. I knew my pussy would be sopping wet by now, and he hadn't even touched my vagina or clit! I was having a hard time remaining coherent. I wanted to beg for him to release me, but what a shame that would be! The still sane part of me had enough control to hold my tongue and my dignity by not allowing me to speak. H picked up the pace, circling my vagina now with one hand while barely brushing my clit with the other. It was enough to banish my sense to the back of my mind. I moaned and bucked, wishing he would fuck me hard and finish my growing need for orgasm! "Please!" I squeaked out between breaths, needing him to give me more, not caring how humiliating it was to be reduced to begging for my own orgasm. "Please what?" He asked, semi-amused. I cried out in frustration. Why was he making me do this? I wanted to resent and hate him but pleasure outweighed it all. I didn't say anything else for a while. He somehow kept me highly aroused while distancing himself from my clit. I was beyond frustrated. "Please!" I whimpered it now. "You may ask me properly, 'please give me an orgasm, Sir.'" He repeated his earlier sentiment. Now I was at the peak of pressure, wanting two things at once. He brushed my clit again, taking me (impossibly) higher. Then, he backed off without allowing me to come down at all. "Please sir give me an orgasm!" I cried it loudly, too far gone for humiliation to set in. He responded immediately, plunging his fingers into my gaping, soaked pussy, stroking my clit rhythmically. I gasped and felt the mountain plateau, my insides burning. I'd never came this hard before. Suddenly, everything came crashing to Earth as every muscle in my body went rigid and my moans turned to small screams. It seemed like hours that I was like this, feeling more pleasure than had ever been bestowed on me before. Sir kept up his stroking, urging me on. It wasn't until I finally went limp in his arms that he stopped and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I was tired and spent. My vision was tunneled and blurred, yet this was the happiest I'd felt in my life. He stopped kissing me for a few moments to whisper in my ear. "My turn." TO BE CONTINUED... Alice's Capture Ch. 03 The next morning I woke up on the couch. I came to consciousness gradually, letting my memories of the previous night come back slowly. Each moment faded into place, allowing me a view of the most perfect night of my life; although, it most definitely should've been one of the worst. I rolled over quietly, trying to afford myself a view of the man who called himself my sir. Surprisingly, he was laying right next to me, one arm draped casually around my waist. I wanted to be afraid, angry, brave, anything other than what I was. I wanted to feel something other than overwhelming trust and connection to him. But you can't always get what you want. I hadn't noticed but he must've been awake. His hand moved upwards to my face and grazed it, jolting me out of my internal debate. I jumped slightly before smiling sheepishly up at his softened black stare. He continued his caress, still looking at my face calmly. His stare was comforting and intimidating. After last night I couldn't tell which one predominated. "Good morning," his voice was less controlling than last night, "are you hungry?" "A little." I admitted. When he stood up, leaving me alone on the warm couch that still had his imprint upon it, I caught the scent of his cologne. Was it cologne? It was warm, musky, and masculine. I buried my face in the upholstery, letting my nostrils be invaded with the intoxicating potion. "I got you Cheerios again...I didn't know what you liked." now it was his turn to smile sheepishly. It was the first time I'd seen him smile. It was a small grin, but somehow his perfectly white teeth lit up his whole face, rendering him even more beautiful than I'd previously beheld. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He had dark hair that sat neatly on his immaculate bone structure. His cheekbones were defined and his brow bone proportioned, but it was what hid beneath them that was so stunning. His eyes, framed in black lashes, were blacker than night. I couldn't say they were the windows to his soul because he always kept them shadowed and restrained, but they were the windows to his dominance and demeanor. "Yummy." I was perfectly happy eating the cereal straight from the box but he insisted that I use a bowl and spoon, even though there was no milk. "Thank you," I told him after I was finished. He smiled again. I felt butterflies in my stomach. NO. I told myself. Stop it. He is a criminal. You are not playing into this. You are going home and never so much as thinking about Masters or slaves again. I looked down at my bowl with a stern glare. "Stop it. Stop thinking about whether or not this is the right thing. You're here and you may as well give in to your painfully obvious desires and enjoy yourself." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, I think you do." he flew up and grabbed my wrists, pulling them above my head and putting his other hand on the back of my neck. He half dragged half pulled me back to the couch. When he'd thrown me down, I was afraid again. He unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. The morning light gave definition to his chiseled body. His erection was at least eight inches long and it was barely standing up! My breathing subconsciously quickened as he came towards me, locking my mouth in a passionate, hard kiss. He propped himself onto the couch over top of me. "You are going to tell me how much you want this, how much you've always wanted it, how much you want me." he purred. Then his mouth has back on mine. I felt my juices flowing and his cock hardening further on my tummy. Suddenly his face went to my exposed breasts, biting and sucking my nipples, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. I almost moaned but caught myself. I wasn't giving in this time. I felt him probing my pussy, pushing toward my entrance. He shoved into me, this time eliciting an uncontrollable moan as I was filled. He slowly trusted in and out, staring at me as I writhed, trying to contain myself. "We can go faster if you'd like, just admit it to yourself, you aren't scared. You aren't miserable." I was scared, I was...no I wasn't. It was a lie. A rich girl sham. No one was ever going to find me here. No one would ever have to know that I was being forced into submission. Not forced, I reminded myself, you did want this. I was on the edge of deciding when he picked up the pace slightly. I snapped. I wanted him. I wanted this. All of it. My eyes flew open to his beautiful face. He smirked as he saw the change in me. He went faster. I moaned and felt heat growing between my legs. Then he stopped and pulled out. I gasped at the emptiness and loneliness that overcame me. "Say it." he kept looking at me, grinning. "I, I, I want this. I want you." it came out as a whimper, a beg. He thrust deep within me and stimulated my clit with his fingers. It was to much, I was going to come! I felt ecstasy race through every fiber of my body, making me incapable of anything but sexual contractions and screams. My body jerked back and forth. The waves of pleasure were wonderful. He rode them out, fucking me slowly. Ages later I was back in the land of the living. I felt a small twinge of guilt that he still hadn't orgasmed. "Oh, don't worry, you're going to suck me to climax." his large dick was hung in front of my face. I opened my mouth to accept it. I sucked hard, willing myself to give him the same amount of pleasure he'd given me. I swirled my tongue and kept sucking. He gripped my hair and was soon moving his hips along with the rhythm of my bobbing head. Before he splattered me with his cum, he made sure I was deep down on him so it quickly slid down my throat. I looked up at him, still floating on the unreal pleasure of my orgasm. He flopped down on the couch, resting. "Do you want to leave?" he asked me after a period of silence. I looked at him, trying to decipher the meaning behind the question. As always, his black eyes shrouded any hints or clues. "What's your name?" I don't know why I asked. It just came out. He looked reserved. I could tell he didn't want to tell me. "Hayden." he finally muttered. I stared at him a while longer. "No." I answered. I felt cold. "Then you can call me Master." "Yes, Master..." I said it just to try it out in my tongue. It felt okay. It felt right. I was finally free from my stiff life. I was finally living out my singular fantasy. I was ready to start my new life. No reservations.