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Blinded

By: Anon225



It was 5:00 p.m. and Sara had just finished her long day in the office. Today had felt longer than the others and she just could not wait to get home. However she knew once she arrived at her house nothing special would happen. Everyday she would come home to see her husband sprawled on the couch watching the daily news. Nothing exciting ever happened in her daily life.

Sara is a very beautiful woman, though she would never admit it. She stands at around 5'7, has flowing blonde hair that she normally keeps wrapped in a tight bun, her eyes are blue and dazzling, and her skin is smooth and soft. On the same note her chest is round and firm, tugging in to a 34C bra. Today she wore her normal business attire, a white blouse, a black skirt with tan stockings, and black heels. Underneath it was a pair of black lace panties with a matching bra, because even she liked to feel sexy every now and then.

When Sara opened the door to her house she noticed that there was no noise, however the hall floors were filled with scattered rose petals. She followed them around the house where they eventually stopped in front of a chair placed in the middle of her room with a note placed on it. She picked it up and read it out loud.

"Sit down and close your eyes?" she said.

Sara giggled softly to herself and wondered what crazy nonsense her husband was trying to pull off. She decided to play along though and sat down, shutting her eyes. Not too long after she had closed her eyes she felt a piece of silk being wrapped around her head. The person wrapping it was very gentle as he tied it around her head. 

"Henry! What kind of stunt are you trying to pull," she stammered.

He gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and slowly stroked her hair, making her softly moan and smile. Soon she felt him removing the heels off her feet and reaching up underneath her skirt to remove her stockings. Slowly each stocking was pulled down her leg one at a time, Sara could feel his lips kissing each inch of her leg as he was pulling them down. 

Next she could feel him unbuttoning her blouse, his hands reaching in and squeezing her bosom over the laced bra. He pulled the blouse over her shoulders removing it, leaving her sitting there in her bra and skirt. Sara tensed as she felt him blowing gently on her skin, teasing her. She then sensed a pair of hands by her skirt, tugging it down to her ankles and hearing it drop on the ground as he tossed it away.

Sara was feeling vulnerable, she had never experienced anything as sensual as this was making her feel. Her panties were slowly getting damp as every touch made her slowly quiver. Then suddenly she felt his hands unsnap her bra and it quickly fell into her lap. She had on a wide smile as her lover gently groped her breasts, kneading them in his hands. Her desire was burning now she ached to feel him.

After a few moments she had reached up to try and rub his face but a hand grabbed her arm and softly moved it behind her back. The hand pulled slightly on it, telling her that he wanted her to stand up. She complied, and once she stood she felt her other arm being pulled behind her. Soon Sara could feel another piece of silk being wrapped around her wrists, her arms being bound behind her. 

"Well this is something new." she said as her lover was moving her over to the bed. She could feel his arms wrapping around her and carefully laying her down on the mattress.

Sara lied there motionless until she felt his hands playing with the waist of her panties. His fingers were curling on the fabric, slowly pulling them down. Her bare mound was exposed to the cool air. She anticipated that he would start making love to her now. All of this foreplay was driving her mad. However, her assumption was wrong as she softly cried out when she felt a piece of ice touch her left nipple. He circled it around, making it nice and hard then moved to the other where the same results occurred. In her mind she thought this was cruel torture, she was ready to beg to have her pussy played with. He would not oblige and instead put the piece of ice between her chest and slowly slid it down, making a nice wet line from her neck down to her swollen clit.

She could feel the ice lifting off her body and soon felt it touch her lips. He let the small piece slide inside her mouth to melt. Sara could taste the hint of her sex waving around her tongue. Her passion was now at her limit and playfully kicked up her legs. Her signs must have made an impact because she could feel a pair of hands grasping her knees. She felt them being pulled apart, her vagina now exposed, she felt his body making its way between her legs. Now time stood still as she waited for him to slide his hard cock inside her. In her mind she was trying to keep track of time. Four minutes had passed but to her it was an eternity. Her body shook though when suddenly he had thrust inside her, filling her walls with his shaft.

A rush of pleasure that had been building had finally hit her. Sara was in a state of ecstasy as his cock was driving deep into her pussy. She could feel her breasts bouncing up and down as he pushed her up against the bed. His pace quickening as Sara gave out loud moans and soft cries. All she wanted to do now was rake her hands across his back, pulling him in closer, however the binds that held her were too tight and she could not free herself. She could only lay there as she was being ravaged by his cock.

So many thoughts were running through her head. All of them were focusing on the intense pleasure she was receiving. She felt his tongue wrapping around her hardened nipple, suckling on her teat. His mouth moving onto her neck wear she could feel his wet saliva being dripped from his gentle kiss. She yells out to him, telling him that she wants to cum, that she wants to be taken hard, that she wants his hot cum to fill her inside. 

Finally she felt him drive deep inside and she could feel his warm cum spreading across her walls. The cum mixed with her juices and activated her own intense orgasm. She shouted out loud, shaking her body all over, moving from side to side. Sara's arms were struggling to break free, to hold him close as her earth quaking orgasm was starting to subside. She felt him pull out and she was left there, her pussy wet, soaked in both of their cum. She lay there for almost an hour wondering where her lover had gone. Eventually she was able to get out of her bonds and she searched around for him but could not find him. After another hour she heard a knock at her door. It was her husband who had been gone shopping for the day. 


Blinded



It must be said that I was a little nervous as I walked down the cold street; the damp street that ran along the dank and dark city. The yellow tinted lights that hung shivering in the night air cast ominous shadows on the dismal old walls of the buildings. The church bells chimed; chimed eleven times echoing through the empty alleyways and crevices of the brittle brick work of the buildings. I run late; late from nervousness that causes my legs to walk more slowly than normal. If I did not arrive in time it would be too late. If I did not arrive in time then I would surly perish. A newspaper blew threw the air; it seemed to know where it was going as it blew upwards in a spiral then back down again and out of sight. Rays of light shone in the night sky above my head from the few people still awake in their towers. 

Do they know where I come from? Wretched souls -- busy body eavesdroppers. They surly suspect that something has happened. I was not quite enough. 

That old lady is watching me from her window sash. She stares -- stares at me from her wretched soulless eyes. I must walk faster and at one with the shadows. The lightlessness provides some relief from the inquisitor and her black eyes -- the darkness always provides some relief. I had no choice in what I did, the man was a beast. A beast of the night that wanted my soul -- a vampire prepared to drink my health. I must hurry, how much time has passed since the count down to all hallow's hour. Another person at their sash looks for me; looks from his sentry tower, prepared to sound the alarm. His dog must smell something as it peers into the emptiness below it. It is a curious looking dog with lines of character and pert ears that twitch at the slightest sound. I must stay still or it will hear me. My heart beats too fast; thumps with a ferocity of a thousand stampeding horses. 

I must be calm -- quite. 

Time seems to almost stop as I stand their locked in the silence by an enemy that knows something is their but unknows its location. I stay in the shadow until his view passes away. The man's dog leaves after him, satisfied that it was nothing, that the sounds it heard was the wind or an idle nothingness. 

The moon above shines new from another month having passed. The few trees in the city show their gnarled flesh as they give away their last few leaves to winter; begging to grow again but ultimately being told no by the mother of all things. A dark stranger with a black cloak walks towards me from afar. He keeps his head bent towards black boots making it difficult to view into his eyes. Was he one of them? Do not show fear. Keep walking. The man approaches towards me slowly as I walk towards my destination. A glimour of something refracts the glowing street lamp in my direction. 

A KNIFE! 

The creature carries a knife towards me, undoubtedly intending to push the hot steel through my flesh. 

I cannot allow him. 

He is still far enough away. I pick up a bit of iron leaning on a nearby building; quickly hiding it under my cloak. As the creature draws close I prepare my preemptive strike, holding tightly to my iron rod. The man's foot steps match the thumping of my heart; slow and methodical but heavy with intention. I swing quickly with determination striking the man in a downward motion at the base of the neck where it is most tender. The wretched thing falls quickly to the ground looking miserably up at me with a most defiant expression on his face. I know I must make sure that the man does not get up ever. The iron slams though the eye of the man sounding a clank of iron on stone as it burst though the skull to the ground below. 

I pick up the body and move it to a nearby alley dropping it to the earth to rot with the rats. I look out from the shadows, everything appears quite. But suddenly I hear a woman screaming something. The banshee's sound comes clear to my ears.

"MURDERER! MURDERER! GUARDS COME; THERE IS A MURDERER!"

Bells begin chiming in a chaotic rhythm from different directions! Lights begin to shine in a cascading effect from the windows aligned down the street.

"MURDERER! GUARDS! GUARDS!"

I feel an intense pulling at my navel and a tightening that threatens to implode my head as adrenaline courses through my body. I begin to run; run for my life. Lights continue to come on as people run to their window to see what mischief is afoot. People join with the old hag from all sides.

"I SEE HIM! I SEE HIM!; Mummy he is down here!

"GUARDS HE IS HERE! COME QUICK!

My heart threatens to burst as blood flows faster and faster through my body trying to keep oxygen flowing to my over worked lungs. My lungs push and pull air as quickly as possible to gather much needed oxygen for my strained muscles. I feel my heart pumping in my throat as I run from the human sirens.

Ahead I see guards arriving on the street. 

Oh no! They see me!

They run towards me shouting to each other. Blades begin to refract light once again.

"We got 'im now boys. Draw your swords."

I leap at the first guard like a trapped badger, biting his nose off as his sword clangs to the street. I get up from the bleeding body; blood dripping from my chin I pick up the unused sword lying on the ground. The guards begin to circle around me. As I spit the nose to the ground I size up my enemies. The one I had attacked was young; unproven. The rest would not be so easy to take down

"On guard fellas. He's a regular carnivore!"

I swing the sword quickly at the closest Centurion, causing the man to falter to his knees. Focusing on the single guard I forget to look behind me. The first guard runs his sword through my lower abdomen to the hilt. 

IT HURTS! aaaAAGGGHHHH!! IT HURTS!

I swing wildly behind me cutting the man in the arm. He stumbles away as another guard stabs me though the back. Then another stabs me through the chest. I fall over hitting the ground hard.

It doesn't hurt so much anymore. The pain has eased.

My blood flows out of my body and pools in the street. The guards help their injured get up. I die never having found out the truth. Never having found out whether the man I killed was responsible; whether the vampire truly had been lovers with Aditha.



Blinded by Lust



'Yeah well she's not here anymore.' Cadeon bellowed down the receiver, sick of searching. 

'You know what Rick you fucking look for her.' Flipping his phone shut he slid it into the pocket of his dark worn jeans. He had not planned for this night nor dressed for the occasion, wondering around seedy strip joints and dodgy bars in worn levis and a baggy T-shirt as though he was fresh from the covers of a sports magazine. If Rick had warned him where he'd be looking tonight Cadeon would have changed, at least tried to blend in. Other men wore shrewd made to order black suits and at least had a buck or two in their pockets to order a drink. Cadeon had none of that fishing in his pockets he found a nickel coated in fluff, it had clearly been in the wash with his jeans. This was why he had tried to leave this world so many times. He just didn't fit in, had never looked the part he was meant to play. He was the middle child of the infamous Laylan brothers yet he wasn't sure he could pass as a distant cousin twice removed. Cadeon's last name was scandalous in the underworld, he had tried to distance himself from it even moving from Las Vegas to California in hopes he could escape his own name but even if he could rid himself of the trepidation his family name brought to others he could never walk away from his brothers. Rick the eldest and Jared born a year after Cade where his life even when he had tried to separate himself from their world at only twenty one. 

Cadeon took one hard look around himself, for one night only as a favour to his older brother, he was back in it.

The wind swept the dark strands of hair from his forehead as he paced outside the entrance to Luigi's dingy strip joint, a refreshing sensation after the dense torridness of the rooms within. He had wondered these streets half the night looking for one woman. God! Why he had said he would do this was beyond him, a moment of compassion for his brothers money problems he expected, what else? It was nothing to do with who he had been tirelessly searching for over the last two days or the angry memories he harboured towards the infuriating wench with a penchant for stealing wallets in the dead of the night. Those thoughts were long in the past; even if he had heard from Rick that she was back in San Diego and whoring herself out for spare change. Cadeon wondered how much the nickel in his pocket could get him from the squalid bitch. 

Enough of this, he was not about to find her here if she wasn't already working, no doubt she was screwing some poor guy for every dollar he owned. 

For once the picture didn't madden him, this past year had been hell; waiting, searching for any news of her surfacing somewhere near again.

Rick wanted her brought in because she owed him five thousand dollars. Cadeon wanted her for an entirely different reason.

Jane Blake had broken his God dam heart, he had trusted her, even believed in her lies and arranged for the deal between Jane and Rick to occur only for him to wake up one morning a year later to find his safe empty of five thousand greenbacks and his wallet missing from his bedside table. She had had the reputation of a prostitute yet that day he felt as though he had been paid for surfaces rendered in pain to his heart. 

Not this time, he had promised if he ever saw her again he would make her compensate his loss. Cadeon feared his penchant for revenge was quickly becoming an obsession.

Cadeon felt the vibration of his phone on his outer thigh. Reaching, he pulled it out, flipped it and lifted it to his ear. 

'What now?'

'Hello to you too Cade...Rick tells me he just had a tip off about your precious Jane Blake.'

'She's not mine anymore' Cadeon scorned impatient to end his torment and track the female down.

'Well whatever she is to you I bet you didn't expect her to be doing this?'

Cade scoffed, nothing would surprise him about Jane's sordid affairs anymore not since he discovered her decadent past from many jilted ex's only days after she had disappeared.

'Where is she?'

'She's working at a car dealership as a secretary. Someone tipped us off that a woman fitting her description was seen working there for the last six months, legit and everything. I don't even think she's fucking anyone from the office if that helps your self-esteem?'

Jared could be so juvenile when he sensed the occasion.

'It doesn't but thanks. Which car dealers? I didn't even know there were any around this part of town?'

'Oh there's not, turns out she has been working right under your nose in your region of San Diego.'

Cadeon braced himself against a stone pillar at the entrance of the club his hand reaching for the cold boulder of rock as he hastily grasped for his sanity. He was going to kill her, fuck the money and Rick; he was going to fucking kill her.

'Tell me where she is.' Cadeon demanded, trying to belie his intentions to his brother. Once he was through with her then they could have her back and do what they wanted, for tonight she was his.

Sarah walked the pathway from her workplace cautiously. Each night she finished her undertakings in the office she found herself wandering the empty car lot clutching her keys tightly in her hand. As she usually was the last to start work she always tolerated that she was left with the small parking space at the very back of the car park. Though she was always weary to be living alone in this big city in truth she had little to fear. She preserved a peaceful life, choosing to keep herself to herself with work colleagues though she had known them for over six months. No one was going to bother her tranquil existence because she had made sure no one even noticed she was there and that was the way she liked it. She had moved to San Diego a couple of months back from Lakewood town; a small post world war two community that housed three generations of Sarah's family. It was only Sarah's generation that had chosen to move out. For some that meant to spread their wings and try a different life, for Sarah that meant preserve the life she knew in a different town. 

Sarah frowned for her absent family. She missed them sometimes so much it made her want to box up her new existence and head home, but she had a point to make, that she could do what they all said she couldn't, she would make a new life for herself here if it pained her. The rawness of her unsettlement once again reminded her that it already did.

Reaching her rusty second hand Ford reminded Sarah just how unwell she had settled. Even her car looked out of place in the glamorous lights of the smart glass frame building where she worked. Why they had hired her? She did not know but as long as they kept paying her wages she couldn't bring herself to leave, besides she had rent to pay and a car to run, even if she wanted to head back to Lakewood Sarah had well and truly locked herself down.

Reaching to slide her key into the lock Sarah suddenly felt a cool rush of air touch her cheek. It was unusual this time of year for the wind to blow so chilled. Taking a quick sweep of the car park Sarah saw nothing amiss she reached to pull open the door to the front seat.

'Well look who I find here.' A heavy voice rumbled from the dark. Sarah froze, the chill in the air suddenly seeping into her skin. Looking around she could just make out a dull figure in the shadows where the delicate light from the building couldn't reach.

Panicking, Sarah continued to open her car door scurrying to throw her bag in the passenger seat before dashing in herself. 

Just as the bag hit the tattered upholstery a hand slipped roughly around her throat pulling her back towards a thick wall of rigid flesh. 

Her breathe connected with the hard lines of a callous palm as it slid over her mouth. Strong arms wrapped firmly around her waist drawing her into the restraints of a warm body.

'Shh' her assailant whispered, the rich voice silken with confidence. 

This can't be happening Sarah's mind commanded struggling to profess her worst fear in case her mind could not accept it. Could her big life adventure really end in a situation like this? Surely it was a case of mistaken identity he meant to hurt someone else. She kept herself to herself no one would have reason to hurt her? Would they?

'Well you've changed your perfume and your name but luckily for you I would know you anywhere.'

Her? How could he know her anywhere she had never been anywhere, unless this soul frequented Miss Totsies waffle house in Lakeland or the grocery store next to her house here in San Diego.

Suddenly his movements brought Sarah's attention back to her attacker. Was he? He was licking the soft confines of her right ear rimming it in painstaking detail. She had never known someone such as him in a sexual way if that's what he thought? She was sure to remember.

'Now are you going to be a good little girl and get in my car?'

Sarah almost melted onto the floor her legs easily giving way under the terror. He meant to take her away from her only mean of escape, her car. Instinct for self-preservation in her mind screamed No! 

Cadeon could not make out what was different about Jane. She looked exactly the same; her doe eyes still framed the feminine beauty of her face. Even her hair maintained the thick lustre he used to adore. He remembered laying the thick strands over his chest as she used to sleep in his arms. 

For the moment, longing overtook him and he began to brush through the loose tresses with his fingers, he found it laughable that he wanted to be gentle with her, though every muscle in his body wanted to grip Jane's waste, bend her over her tattered car and work his heated shaft deep inside her.

Of course now he knew Jane wasn't her real name, just one of her identities she had created to hide from the many men she owed. The reflection of her past deeds drew him back to the present and the shaking form trapped within his strong arms.

'Now were going to move nice and slow to my ride.' 

Cadeon grabbed her bag off the passenger seat of her car, if the ford was found the next day he couldn't afford for people to know Jane had been taken.

Sarah shook her head violently, she had meant to keep the movement within the confines of her thoughts but her brain had become bewildered and elicited a physical reaction.

Cadeon laughed, as if she had an alternative but to do anything he said.

This woman before him stood no more than five foot two with a petite frame and about as much strength within her entire body as he had in one bicep. Naturally Cadeon was built to dominate stronger woman and had often found himself holding back with Jane, he constantly worried she could not handle what he had to give, her petite body not made for the power of his own. Still that could not impede his overpowering attraction towards the small brunette. If anything the knowledge he had to limit his strength served only to strengthen his desire but tonight there would be no confining his strength she WOULD take what he had to give if it killed her.

As she fought Cadeon used little strength to hold her close.

'Oh... now baby weve played many games in our time but you always know I get my way in the end. If you don't stop squirming I will be forced to hurt your pretty little head.'

Cadeon stroked the hollow of her skull for soft emphasis. 

He still couldn't comprehend why he felt the need to maintain gentleness with her even after all she had done. Perhaps it was to do with the peculiar feelings he harboured towards her a mixture of anger and lust or more bizarrely the unexpected façade she had adorned herself with that concealed her true nature. Cadeon regarded the high wasted pencil skirt confining her soft curves in dark cheap polyester, the crisp white shirt that ordinarily Cade would be surprised Jane could keep clean throughout the workday, by know it should be adorned with lipstick stains, eyeliner debris and strong coffee. Customarily Jane didn't care for neatness yet from across the small car park as he waited in the shadows, he could consider nothing else but the flawless presentation of her outfit.

Sarah could scarcely grasp her condition, the air in her lungs struggled to maintain a constant supply of oxygen to her blood and with that she could sense her heart start to tire. Clutching his strong hand around her mouth with her nimble fingers Sarah desperately tried to pry them from her face. With each breathe through her nose she found herself catching the scent of her attacker, a rich warm oaky undertone with the bracing attractive scent of masculinity. Such a shame that it might be the very last musk she was to smell upon this earth as it brought swimming her one vivid fantasy; to heed a smell like this in years to come upon the crumpled sheets of her well used marital bed. Now she was sure it had just become a fantasy she would never see come to life.

As he began to move with her towards the shadows Sarah finally felt her legs give way. Panic over set her lucidity as she thrashed and fought against her powerful captive, if she was to die this night for once she was not going to do it quietly, she may not have done much in her life and many may not have even know of her existence not even her work colleagues but Sarah knew her own presence, liked the tranquillity of her life and so help her for once she was going to have to make a scene just to preserve her invisibility. 

Cadeon handled the trashing woman in his arms with what he could only call harsh care. She would do herself an injury if she did not calm down and though he intended to do just that when he got her back to his flat he was not about to forfeit the pleasure of her first screams of pain, she did not deserve the mercy.

'If you do not quit trying to hurt yourself I promise I will find a way to keep you quiet and who knows how much fun I can have while your asleep.'

Fresh fear assailed her so she strived to fight harder. 

WHACK! The power of his blow stormed her and consciousness began to waver, her body flopping into his arms with the last of her cognizant thought. She felt him hold his callous palm to the back of her head with great care and the hand across her mouth concede.

'I didn't want to have to do this.' He'd muttered scooping her up in his arms. Her eyes began to lose focus as she comprehended air swiftly moving across her skin, he was running, moving her further from her car and perhaps closer to her death. 

Cadeon placed her limp body in the back seat of the car. He had known the moment he had rushed through inner city traffic to get to her work before closing time that he would be taking her home tonight. A slight pang of regret reached his awareness as he closed the door behind her unconscious form, he had been in such a hurry to get her back to his flat he hadn't even tried to quell her fight, just smashed her over the back of her head with the heel of his hand like a cave man. He did feel guilty even as he knew he had done her no permanent damage. Years working in the underworld you learnt how to make people compliant without ending their life. She would come too in a couple of hours safe, or not, in the restraints of his home.

Weaving through the metropolitan interchange in his McLaren, Cadeon couldn't help but glance in the rear mirror at his captive. The one person he truly thought could have become his woman and enjoyed this materialistic world with him. 

She looked too prim for what he was about to do to her in her smart little outfit. The stark white of her shirt sending raw emotion to his groin, the colouring made her look too much like an angel instead of the whore she was. Cadeon leaned back and ripped the buttons from her blouse revealing the softly tanned spheres of her breasts through an equally crisp white bra. The revelation of more white angered him, why was she suddenly appearing innocent though he knew she'd had more cocks in her than a bank manager's conference?

The drive to his apartment was tense, each ripple of muscle as he manoeuvred the car itched to claw her under him and take her in the back seat. Patience.

He threw the car into the private garage below his apartment building and carefully scooped Jane back into his arms, her body limp next to his hard chest.

Cadeon scanned the empty site, the garage silent at this time of night. Locking the door to his expensive ride Cade made a mental assessment of the woman in his arms. Her face and body exactly the way he remembered them, luscious and rounded in all the right places. She had put on a healthy sum of weight during their time apart offering her extra volume in the areas he loved the most, her breasts and arse. The vision of her new found form made his penis firmer than he had ever felt in his life; he couldn't control his need to touch her with his mouth.

Leaning forward he brushed the lacy fabric of her bra aside with his lips, standing in the glaring emptiness of the car park he took her puckered nipple into his mouth tasting the sweetness of her skin. Hunger emblazoned him as he sucked harder licking the sensitive areola with the tip of his tongue. Cadeon groaned around the soft peek flicking Jane's yielding bud with caution-he didn't want to wake her and send her shrieking in fear; at least not until he got her somewhere no one could hear her screams. Pressing her tightly in his arms he aversely released her nipple, leaving the skin exposed to the cool night air and carried her though the vacant stairway to his apartment.

Sarah awoke sluggishly, the painful spot on the back of her head her first thought. That animal had hit her, scooped her into his solid arms and thrown her in the back of a car; she recalled the smooth motion of the vehicle and the bright city lights striking her eyelids as she struggled not to reach oblivion. A chill fingered her spine, had he touched her intimately when he'd removed her from the car, she could still feel the stimulation on her supple breast as he had lowered his head and began to suckle. It had taken all of her strength to remain still and not moan from the sensation. My God what did this maniac plan to do? She had only ever been intimate with a man once and the experience had left much to be desired. David Tyler, her first and only boyfriend had worked so hard to meet her needs stopping to ask what she wanted more than she could bare, in the end what she'd wanted was a break up and to never go through that ordeal again. Know she found a crazed male working her nipple into a firm peak in a parking lot and since she had passed out moments after that; God knows what he else he had done, Sarah rolled her head trying to alleviate the tension in her neck.

'Good... you're awake' a carnal voice groaned from across the room. 

Sarah lifted her head in time to see shadowy eyes assess her face. The depth of their emotion alarmed her already frayed mind. Why had he taken her? She had done nothing wrong and most certainly had never attracted the attention of an intense kidnapper through any of her actions. This couldn't be her luck, not tonight, not ever. 

Sarah shifted her body to pull herself upright, scanning her body Sarah realised she had been bound to a large sturdy bed by soft silk ties to her wrists. Panicking she searched her lower half to find her legs spread across the soft down duvet by more length of the fine silk.

The figure in the corner of the room watched her survey the situation. Sarah felt feverish with terror, his big body radiated strain all the way to hers. She followed the fine lines of his taught stomach, as it flexed from the tension in the room, to where his callous hands sat quietly in his lap. She could make out one large palm spread tightly across his sturdy thigh but the other disappeared into the darkness of his groin. Was he? Oh my god, she thought, he was masturbating to her visage on the bed as she had been asleep. Renewed panic charged her as she moved to scream but more of the soft silk that bound her hands and legs obscured her mouth. The dread she felt dissolved into a moan behind the gag.




Blinded by Lust



Cadeon couldn't help put pump the rigid length of his cock as he watched her sleep, he wanted inside her tight pussy so badly his dick ached. As she had awoken he had nearly exploded watching her expressive eyes comprehend where she was, squeezing the wave of cum with all the strength in his palm he kept from releasing it to the coldness of the room. When he did explode he wanted it surrounded by the warmth within her, keeping it tempered as it sat in her womb. He knew it was insane to want to conceive life with the woman who had taken him for such a fool but she had cursed him to want her more than anyone else. Even the shock she had exuded when she had realised she had been gagged made him growl inside with need. He couldn't wait until he got to see that same expression touch her face while her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.

'And your aware of you situation I see. Why don't I remove this gag in your mouth sweetheart so me and you can talk but... if you say anything I don't want to hear I will find something else to stuff into that scorching little whole of yours.'

He quickly moved across the room and relieved her dry lips of the gag. Taking a seat beside her lean body he could feel the tension blistering the air between them. 

'Now, I want you to tell me why you left me like you did?'

Left him? Sarah had never until this day seen his face a quick inventory of his features told her she would remember. 

'I...I don't know who you are.' The moment the words passed her lips she regretted them, though they were the truth they were clearly not what he wanted or expected to hear.

Anger lashed Cade's face 'You wish to try my patience Jane. Of course now I know that's not your real name; Jane, Annie I think you once even went by the name Elizabeth, I just happened to be acquainted to you during your Jane stripper phase.'

Sarah felt sick, stripper? She would never show her body off to this man let alone a room full of complete strangers. 

'For your insolence I think you owe me a boon.'

The menace in his eyes sent tremors through her skin.

'Suck me once and I will forgive you that lie.'

Suck him? Oh my God Sarah wanted to cry. Hot tears stroked her cheeks as she began to protest.

'Why are you doing this?' she shrieked wrenching at the binds on her wrists with all her strength. 

'Because you owe me baby.'

'Owe you, I don't even know you'

'And that lie has just sealed you fate'

Cadeon reviled this charade, how the hell could she think she could play dumb with him, it was only a year ago she had ripped out his heart with her lies and ran away with it now he had her tied to his bed and still she refused to tell the truth.

'Open up' Cadeon growled forcing the zipper of his jeans down and reaching for his heated cock. She had got him so hard just by the look of her his rational on par with a horny eighteen year old. He hadn't been with a woman in a long, long time and the thought of his obsession wrapping her fleshy lips over him had his sanity hitting the gutter.

Sarah clamped her lips shut, though they quivered with the terror she uncoiled within. Cadeon pressed the soft tip of his stiff cock to her lips eliciting a guttural groan from deep in his chest, just to slip it in her and let the thick cavern of her mouth clamp down, he could wait no more. Clasping the back of her head through her struggles Cade edged the tip into her mouth. Precum smeared her lips deliciously, wetly. 

Sarah displayed the panic in her eyes as the strength in her jaw muscles began to give way; this man was contently smearing his precum across her lips almost painting them with it, the harsh lines of her puckered mouth now glistened in invitation.

'If you don't open up Jane I'm going to find somewhere else to take you.'

Cade leaned over until his lips caressed the hollow of her ear. 'I know you have a sweet hot pussy that would accommodate me Jane'

Sarah blushed at the insinuation, who the hell was Jane? For the first time since she had awoken Sarah realised she had not yet asked herself that question, this man had seen her face and could clearly examine every contour, angle and line of her body, if he didn't know she was not the one he sought then she sure held a striking resemblance to Jane. The truth struck her over the face causing her to gasp in recognition...Her twin sister Ellie. The man's dick slipped into the crack between her lips forcefully chocking off her air supply and causing her to throw her head back onto the pillow in surprise.

'Shit' Cadeon muttered hoarsely, his stomach muscles clenching. Throwing his head back with a frenzied groan Cadeon forced Jane to take more using his big palm to push her head further down his shaft. 

In a moment of clarity,

'If you use your teeth I will do the same on that precious clit of yours.' Cadeon hissed rocking into her open mouth.

Sarah felt squeamish at the thought; for starters she did not want this man to see her clit and above all the thought of the pain kept her teeth firmly behind her puckered lips. 

'Work me harder' Cadeon bit out grinding his manhood into her face. He couldn't get enough. 

Sarah closed her eyes in desperation; perhaps if she finished him quickly like she used to do with David, work him with her tongue and clean up the spillage perhaps he would think it enough. She let her tongue track the underside of penis then moved her mouth to suckle the throbbing head. He jerked in response melting with the heat.

'Faster' he spat barely able to speak the word. 

Sarah nodded at his request continuing to do so in fast paces. Her jaw ached, the intenseness of her efforts serving to leave him groaning above her head. 

'Oh... just like that.' Cade cried, gripping Jane's head with both hands in an effort to help maintain her speed. He knew he was about to cum straight on her delicious tongue but with sheer strength he resisted, slipping his wet saliva coated cock from her mouth.

'Please' she moaned licking her lips for the precum she found there. The words took both Cadeon and her by surprise. She had meant it in hopes that he would finish in her mouth and maybe then let her free but the desperation in her voice almost sounded as though she enjoyed it, perhaps even wanted his cum to hit her tongue.

Cade shook his head to clear the sensuality of her pleas, 

'I don't want to coat you there...' he whispered staring deep in her eyes. He had meant it as a warning but surprisingly it felt more like a tease. Sarah shivered as Cadeon began to pull up the tight corners of her skirt. His knuckles brushed the crease of her small briefs rubbing the tender flesh behind the thin fabric. Her pussy lips separated with the pressure of his fingers. Sarah couldn't help but moan trembling with the intensity of his touch. 'I want to coat you here.'

For the first time Sarah truly looked at her kidnapper, strangely regarding the care in his eyes. Not for her or for her body but for the moment they were about to concede. A shy glimpse at the man holding her captive and the incessant stroking of her pussy nearly felled her. God she wanted to cum.

She had always managed to bring herself over the edge but never with another. David had done little to inspire such emotion within her but this man in front of her nearly destroyed her senses with a simple stroke of his callous hand.

'I...I have to tell you something.' Sarah implored trying desperately to focus on the reality of the situation, not get caught up in the sensations running through her veins to the tight bud only an inch from the spot his fingers stroked.

'Mm...' Cadeon felt lost; if she offered him another lie tonight he thought he would probably murder her, the moment to perfect to destroy. 'But I warn you Jane... don't lie to me.'

Sarah didn't know what to do, if she told him and he didn't believe she was not the one he sought he could really hurt her, more importantly stop the pleasure he wrought with his hands, for the first time tonight her fear had ebbed in place of intense desire. 

'Jane?'

Sarah found herself answering him, too caught up in the building of her carnality to care who he addressed. 'Yes.'

'Were gona do it hard tonight baby, just you and me and this,'

With quick work Cadeon drew away the thin wet fabric of her panties and forced a large finger into her tight cunt. Her moan reached his ears and he drew her close almost as though he feared she would disappear in the midst of her throes.

Sarah couldn't have moved if she tried. She was desperate to feel the warming thickness of something pulsing inside her lonely cunt, longing to wrap her arms around his strong neck and wrench him close. It had been so long with her cold vibrator that his finger served to scorch her inside with exquisite electricity. 

'God, you're as tight as I remember' Cadeon groaned cohesion lacking. 

Sarah could do nothing but return his passion with her own. Drawing her legs as far apart as they would go with the bonds she felt like she was pleading him to take more, give more anything to make her cum. She knew that sensation well and she loved it even if usually it was met on her own.

'Can you take more?' Cadeon probed, attention wrapped on her expressive face. In truth he didn't care if she couldn't he would give it to her anyway everything that he had would be in her tonight.

Sarah nodded not trusting herself to speak. His slow penetration touched each nerve in her body.

Cadeon added another finger gently easing it in with great care. He wanted her to feel it, feel him inside her once more; everything she had missed in the last year.

'Throw your hips back.'

Sarah couldn't help herself any more than she could help breathing, her juices oozed from her whole around his fingers lubricating her movements as she began to bounce. Cadeon positioned his hand further back so she was almost sitting on it. He watched as she rode his fingers as if it was his cock, hitching her breathe with every seat, rocking her hips with each rise. He could take it no more, he needed her to cum.

'Really fuck them Jane. Show me how you want me.' He demanded thrusting them higher on the bed forcing her to take more.

'Oh God I can't' she moaned, the sensation of a thorough finger fuck shaking her core. The familiar flow of juice began to ease from her slit serving to increase the moisture on her puffy lower lips the sound of wet slapping filled her ears. How could he be doing this to her? One minute she was terrified for her life and a peaceful tranquil existence and the next she was throwing her hips back at a pair of rigid fingers in her cunt while he encouraged her to act wanton and mad. Clarity finally hit her though she had already reached the top of her joy, she didn't want to have an orgasm with this madman, and he didn't deserve the connection it would create between them. He didn't deserve that much from her after what he'd done. But it was already too late 

'Please...ahhhhh shit I'm gona cum.' She screamed hoping for the first time no one could hear her cries.

'That's it baby cum for your Cade' he encouraged offering a hard slap on her covered nipples to emphasise her pleasure.'

'Oh God' she cried feeling the walls of her sex milk his thick fingers till she could take no more. 

Exhaustion coveted her as she dropped back to the bed, silently watching the man who called himself Cade tug the harsh fabric of his jeans to the floor. Before she could refocus he was next to her on the bed removing her half torn blouse and bunched up skirt from her body.

Cadeon took a longing lick up her slit and straight onto the core of the nerves in her clit, Sarah threw her head back in desperation, she couldn't take the concentrated bliss at her core. Futiley she pushed at his shoulders with her feet, her binds restricting even her ability to protest.

'Please stop.' She screamed trashing on the bed with as much energy she could exert. 'N...no more'

Cadeon ignored her appeals focusing his talented tongue on the excited bud at the top of her womanhood. Her pussy tasted like nothing before, luxurious, smooth and passionately sweet. As more of her juice oozed from her centre Cadeon lapped it up. Shuddering with the intensity of his emotions in the act.

'Honey, tell me you want my tongue in you and I will stop suckling your clit.' Sarah couldn't decide what would be worse the sensations of her clit or the sensations of his talented tongue inside her middle.

'I...I don't know what I want.'

Cadeon laughed, the vibrations only increasing the pleasure on her soft lips. 

'Then you have no choice' he muttered rising his fingers back to her heat. 'Naughty girls like you deserve both.' Plunging three fingers inside her raw cunt Cade sucked violently on her nub.

Sarah screamed refusing to let her passion go unheard. Eyes trained on his face and the motion of his hands she came, melting to the heat she could no longer hold inside.

This time she really couldn't breathe; her limp body could do nothing but shiver from the aftershocks of her pleasure.

For the first time in the night Cadeon reached up and kissed his woman, letting her taste herself on his lips lightly before he relaxed at her back.   

'I can't do anymore.' She pleaded, though the conviction in her words sounded weak even to her.

'There now' Cadeon soothed the feel of her skin and the smell of her sex intoxicating almost hallucinogenic. 'I know a girl who can cum like that on two fingers is gona really enjoy a hot hard cock inside her tight cunt.' Before she could protest Cadeon plunged his throbbing dick in her warming whole seating her on his groin. The sensation caused a gruelling groan and a harsh cry from the two heated bodies on the bed, Sarah almost passed out. 

'Fuck I remember you tight sweetheart but this is intense.' Cadeon keened stroking the soft tresses of hair that had landed on his face and down his chest. Yes to be back here, with the woman he loved, the woman he needed, felt more right than he could comprehend, if she ran from him again he would catch her, if she hid from him like before this time he would hunt her down, how he could ever let her go, his perfect cunt, his primal obsession. 

'I love your body baby I fucking love it.' He gruffly praised her as he soothed his hand around her waist to hold her tight. Her tremors shook him, breaking his anger. Clutching her to his chest, from behind he soothed her body with gentle strokes.

'Shh baby girl I won't hurt you... all I want you to do is rock with me ok?'

Sarah nodded, tension once again numbing her body. She was so tired mentally and physically this guy had taken every ounce of strength she had.

She began to rock with him feeling his thick cock plunge in and out of her worn pussy with ease. It felt so good for him to be inside her, so right but she barely had the energy to move let alone meet him thrust for thrust. 

'You're the sexiest woman I've ever met do you know that? Cade whispered in her ear trying hard to keep from pinning her to the bed and ripping her in two. 

'Thank you' Sarah replied trying to maintain the rhythm he had created.

'I want to fuck you real hard Jane I can't hold back anymore' Cade breathed, struggling for control. 

Sarah panicked but a sharp thrill met her quivering core with the first of his violent thrusts, the movement throwing her body forward. 

'Do you like that?' Cadeon groaned

Sarah could do nothing but nod, her teeth firmly clutching her bleeding lips pleasure and pain forging into one.

Cadeon saw it as a sign to do his worst, pinning her writhing body to the sheets he rose above the petite body in his grasp, the friction causing sweat to form on his skin.

Cadeon fucked Jane harder than he had in his life, surprised to hear the appreciative screams and moans from the girl beneath him. He reached down and took a plump nipple between his teeth, lathing the delicate skin with his wet tongue.

In a moment of passion he untied the binds from her wrists and ankles. 

Sarah's body clung to his writhing form; she struggled to breathe as he worked himself in and out of her aching core. 

'Does my baby like having a big cock in her?' Cadeon asked in a deep aroused voice. 

Sarah did-oh lord she really did squeezing her inner walls so tight she thought she might hurt him.

Cadeon had never felt a pussy so shatteringly tight. He couldn't recall Jane being able to squeeze his cock so well, maybe then she hadn't been trying as hard as she did now, for all she knew she was clenching for her life. 

Sarah melted to the core, ecstasy throwing her into an intense climax stronger than any before. Her heart thundered in her chest, slowly bringing her back from the throes of her orgasm.

'Shit I'm gona cum for you Jane' Cadeon yelled, his body frozen readying to offer his seed.

A sudden moment of clarity smacked Sarah across the face. His cum inside her meant the possibility of a baby, she could never have a child at this age in a strange town, much less the offspring of a psycho kidnapper who had just tied her down to a bed and forced her to have sex. The question of force sprang doubt in her mind, as she had just been climaxing the image of her kidnapper had been scorched in her mind, chiselled features and broad muscles etched into her vision as she had reached the verges edge. How could she say he had forced her when all she had wanted to do was cum for him and only him? 

'STOP! I'm not Jane' she screamed using the last shreds of power in her arms and legs to pry him from her body.

Cadeon looked dumbfounded, how could she restart her games now, when he was about to exhale the biggest load of cum straight into her awaiting belly.

'You lie' he growled barely containing the fluid at the end of his cock. One more stroke in her heated core would rend the cum straight from him.

'No... I...I'm her twin sister.' 

Cadeon shuddered with the strength to contain his seed, at the last minute he pulled out and spurted his hot cum over her taught belly and glowing face, leaving heavy streaks of white across her softly tanned skin. 

The force of his release corded the muscles in his body until they ached, perspiration coated his skin.

'Jane...' he groaned, loving the way she looked at him desire in her eyes.

When it was over, Cadeon collapsed on the bed beside the only woman who could bring him to such peaks of pleasure. At least he thought.

The fearful look she kept in her eyes as he moved on the bed to face her really did have him questioning why she had chosen to lie to him during their encounter.

'Why are you lying to me Jane?'

Sarah's body began to cool with the sheets on the bed now there moment of passion was through.

'I'm telling you the truth. It didn't occur to me until a moment back that you had seen me... I mean really seen me up close and still thought I was the girl you sought. If that's true then this Jane has to look just like me and as far as I know I only have one doppelganger in the world and she goes by the name Kacee. That's why I didn't recognise who you meant until I thought it through. I can prove it to you I swear.'

The sincerity in her eyes startled Cade, unravelling his senses. She couldn't be telling the truth. He had known little of Jane when they were together she never spoke of her past and he didn't pry, being a Laylan brother didn't make many women feel safe so he often chose to hide from his past. They were notorious gang members with a penchant for collecting debts it was a tricky job to explain. 

'This could just be a trick; I have no way of knowing the truth. You have lied to me before.'

'Not me, I swear I have never met you, check my driver's license, my I.D I'm Sarah Blake. I haven't seen my sister in years she disappeared of the radar about four years ago, I came to live here six months back in hopes that I might find her. I've never been a stripper nor whatever it is she does. I've worked at that car dealer since the week after I arrived. Please I just want to go home.'




Blinded by Lust



Cadeon felt aghast this couldn't be real, had he honestly just stolen an innocent and forced her to have sex with him. He may have been a bad person in many senses but he was not a rapist, he had thought she had wanted it, to be like they were for one night Cadeon and Jane; it appeared this person had never even known him before he'd taken her. Cadeon clutched his hand to his head.

'Jane...Kacee or whatever her name is owes my brother a lot of money, five grand to be exact. I could use you as bait to collect his debt.' Even as Cadeon spoke the words the notion did not sit well with him. After what they had just been through together he couldn't imagine letting her get hurt, once he put her in that situation and offered her to Rick there would be no going back. 'If I believe you, if I think your telling me the truth you have to prove it to me somehow other than paper.'

Sarah racked her brain, the sensations of the events just passed still awash in her mind, how to prove she was innocent of the crimes her sister had committed, they were exactly the same in body and face, it was no surprise he couldn't tell them apart. There was only one difference Sarah had that Kacee didn't.

'Wait...I have a birthmark that Kacee doesn't have. It's...It's on my inner thigh in the shape of a heart.'

Cadeon considered the proposal. He had spent much time discovering Jane's body in the year they met, she had no birthmark he could recall, if... Sarah really did have a way to prove she was not who he thought she was this, he supposed, would be it.

'Show me' He demanded raising to the end of the bed to watch her display the sign of her verity.

Sarah held her breathe as once again she spread her legs infront of this man, her birthmark displayed on the back of her inner thigh. Though Cadeon searched for the birthmark as she opened her legs, he couldn't help but admire the puffy lips of her blossoming pussy as she moved and the evidence of her climaxes dribbling down her legs.

There it was a dark heart shaped birthmark exposed high upon her inner thigh. Cadeon swallowed she had been telling the truth, He knew for certain Jane did not have a birthmark there, he had been face first in that region many a time and not once had he seen anything but flawless golden skin. 

Cadeon scrubbed his face in exhaustion. All this work to find the girl who maddened him so and he had no idea an identical twin had been wondering the streets mere minutes from his home. 

If he was ever to find Jane...Kacee again he was going to make her pay for this too. He had harmed an innocent person because of his rage towards one woman. Once again Cadeon considered his life, this is why he didn't belong here, trudging night clubs and seedy bars looking to exact revenge, and he was no good at it what so ever.

An hour later Cadeon pulled up outside the car dealership where she worked remaining in the shadows in his expensive ride. Sarah sat beside him a mixture of sadness and hope in her eyes. He was letting her go because he had too, his conscious insisting what was right.

'I just want to say I'm sorry Sarah, if I 'de of known she had a twin I would have been much more careful not to get you involved, the thought never crossed my mind.' Cadeon tried to offer her a reassuring smile 'I will never disturb you again you know that right?'

The nerves dimpling Sarah's skin had started to ebb, Cadeon had sworn to take her back even offering a couple hundred dollar bills in compensation for a terror filled night, she had to admit that although she had spent much of the night scared for her life, the mind blowing sex had been more than worth it, as he promised never to see her again she almost felt...sad. Maybe she would see him again in the future once he had sorted out his problems in life until then she was out of here, back to her car, back to the life she knew.

'Look...Cadeon...is it?'

He nodded.

'I know that my sister can be a heartless bitch, believe me I have known her all my life but I don't think she deserves for you to be so pent up on her. You really need to move on... as for your brother I hate to say it but I don't think he's going to be getting his money from my sister anytime soon, I'm still waiting on a twenty dollar bill she owes me from when we were fifteen.' She smiled opening the door of the McLaren and stepping out. 

Cadeon smiled back before turning on the ignition and speeding out of the car park and out of her life forever.

EPILOGUE

Kacee sighed, turned back towards her old beat up Ford; it was more inconspicuous to travel this way even if you had money in the bank. She fingered the couple of hundreds Cadeon had offered her and placed them in her purse, good job he didn't look in her bag for a drivers licence or I.D or she would have been screwed. It was a quick piece of work to create a twin sister out of thin air when he had grabbed her in the car park. Yes she had moved back from Lakeland six months ago and gotten this job first thing but that was only because she had needed a place to stay out of the city and away from him, a stint with the family had been the perfect little break, but if Kacee ever had had a twin sister you better believe she would have kept in touch with her, another look alike to charm the guys and collect their money. She did feel for Cade of course, from the moment he had made himself known with his deep sexy voice she had had to think fast, the Laylan brothers where ruthless and she owed them a lot of doe, if Cadeon had known he had Jane in his grasp he would have never let her go or worse handed her over to his big brother Rick. It was lucky he wasn't made for the underworld, to good natured and impossibly gullible. Kacee unlocked her car and threw her bag onto the passenger seat. What did they call it, Method acting? Rolling up her skirt in the dim light of the building she fingered the 'Birthmark'. She had acquired it on a drunken night eight months back with the hot end of a cigar bud. She had only meant to fool around but the guy she was with insisted she burn a cute pattern onto her skin, brand it forever. She had chosen the shape of a heart so she could tell everybody she had got one but instead of it being in her chest she'd point them to her inner thigh.



Blinded by Silk



Everything is dark...the silk wrapped around your face covering your eyes, the much harsher rope around your wrists binding your arms together behind your back.

You feel hands grab you by the shoulders and shove you down hard onto the floor. The stiff carpet scrapes at your knees. Hands wrap themselves into your hair, pulling you forward until your leaning chest against the ground, bare ass up in the air, your knees already protesting against the cruel terrain.

You hear a satisfied grunt, and know, deep down, that the man behind you is staring down at that lovely ass of yours, thinking all sorts of evil thoughts.

The sting of leather straps slap against your bare bottom hard and sudden, not the playful lovetap of a "dom" lover, but the insistent, deliberate strike of one who knows how to properly inflict pain

Your body spasms as fire races from your tortured backside up to your brain, over and over, without comment or pause. Hands wrap themselves into your hair.... two of them...and that's when you suddenly realize that it isn't just you and your tormentor in the room.

The hands in your hair squeeze so tightly, nearly tearing your hair out by the roots you gasp in shock and pain. The leather straps coming down on your poor tortured bottom in time with this newest assault. As your mouth opens, a hand presses against your jaw, shoving it open...

Suddenly your mouth is filled with an unknown cock.

This stranger, using your hair to guide your head, starts thrusting hard and deep into your mouth, barely allowing you to breathe. 

Meanwhile, your original tormentor seems to be timing his swings as the other drives you backwards, causing you to squirm forward, and thus impale your mouth upon the other's swollen cock.

The one in front pulls you roughly down against his cock, forcing it farther down your throat than you imagined possible. 

Behind you, the one with the lash.... seems to pause for a moment before your back explodes into pain, leather straps tearing cruelly into the tender flesh of your unprotected torso. You try to scream, your voice muffled humiliatingly by the plunging cock in your throat.

Your mouth is clear. Your chest draws back hard, filling your lungs with cold clean air.

Hands reach into your hair, pulling you off your knees and onto your back, in a quick, excruciating movement. 

Rough hands force your head back.

Other, equally strong hands force your legs apart.

You feel a cold line of icy fire against your throat...Instinctively, you recognize the razor sharp blade against your throat.Your body goes rigid in fear for a moment, and then suddenly you feel him pushing his cock into you.

Slick with your saliva, it makes its way far too easily into your clenched pussy.

As desperately as you will him away, pleading in your mind to have him stop, he drives into you. Hard, deep, bruising you as he fills you, nearly tearing your most tender parts as he moves inside you, over, and over, and over...

The one with the whip holds your head down, pinning you to the floor by your hair with one hand...and ever so gently stroking your cheek with the other. The mixture of the two sensations is jolting, shocking to you...that he could treat you so badly, and yet...

The one inside you wraps his hands around your waist, using the extra leverage to plunge ever more cruelly into you. 

You feel yourself being raised up and then over, so that you're now leaning over this brute, this savage, as he pulls you down onto him. You know without a doubt, there is nothing between his cock and you, you feel the pulse of his heartbeat throb inside of you.

Hands reach around you and roughly grab at your breasts, squeezing, kneading, until your nipples are pressed like grapes in a vise, one in each hand.

You hear the one beneath you start to breathe harder, his grunts getting ragged, feral.

There is a searing shock as the one wielding the straps, the one who for a moment you thought was concerned for your wellbeing, without warning or hesitation buries himself in your ass, his hips bruising your already tortured cheeks.

Your pussy is aching, your entire body quivering in shock, terror and outrage, Hands wrap around your throat.

Time seems to have no meaning. Your head is awash in red haze, your body nothing but a series of insults and anguish...

Against all reason, desire, and respect, you start to feel the spark burning inside you. His cock is no longer slick with only the saliva forced from your mouth.

Losing any sense of dignity at all, you start to match his thrusts. As he pulls you down, you grind into him, rotating your hips to pull him even deeper into you. 

As you thrust backwards, you begin to moan, whimpering, as you push back against his cock, drawing it even deeper into your ass.

Sweat covers your body.

Blood dripping down your tortured flesh, mixing with your sweat, covering his skin as he presses against you.

Beyond any hope of control you start to moan, deep and primal. Your nipples hard against the air, aching for the pain that now is gone, throb in expectant hope.

You start to time your thrusts against theirs, deliberately changing the pace, so that they both drive into you at once, nearly touching each other through you.

Your wrists, still bound, are raised up, causing fire to lace through your arms and back...but that is nothing compared to the fire inside your belly now...

You can feel the purely animal grin and snarl crawl across your face...You're closer to howling than moaning, your pussy soaked, and burning like a flame, as you clench down on his cock, changing the balance, choosing that you will NOT cum until he has first.

You grind into him, deliberately slowing and then speeding up, almost ignoring the other for a moment. You focus all your will, your passion, and your pain into your belly, letting it wash down through your cunt into his cock.

You start to scream, "Cum, Fuck you, you bastard! Cum in me NOW!

The one behind you tightens his grip on your waist, pushing you down onto the other cock, harder, harder, so painfully hard.

You begin to laugh; hysterically, rapturously, as the one beneath you, who tried to take your dignity, your everything, explodes into you.

His cum fills you, his cock throbbing inside you. His breath a ragged gasp, his voice barely recognizable as human, as he screams in release. You can feel it, the power, the lust, the pain, the control, the release, he has poured all of it into you.

The hand around your throat tightens harder.

HE, pulls you roughly off your conquest, his cum still hot inside you, and throws you to the ground HARD, without missing a beat.

Your violated ass screams in torment, while at the same time, your clit, your pussy, your cunt, your everything, starts to burn with growing pleasure.

You feel the pressure build inside you, stroke after stroke, your face pressed carelessly to the floor, friction tearing at your knees, your arm, your cheek.

As you get closer and closer, he starts thrusting harder, nearly splitting you apart as you move beyond redemption.

Your breathing gets short, husky. Your moans acquire an even deeper tone.

You concentrate on the aches filling your body in an attempt to slow yourself, but the pain inflames you even further...

And then suddenly, your body begins to spasm

You scream in pure release.

There is no thought behind your voice, your howl, your entirely primal shriek of lust as you start to cum and cum and cum.

Orgasiming against him, your body convulses as he drives into you, over and over and over....until suddenly you feel him shiver, pouring himself into you.

Your vision, already blinded by silk, goes red, then gray, then white...

-Fin



Blinded by the Light



If you were to disappear, well, if you were to go away is probably a more appropriate term, would anyone miss you, would anyone care? What would happen if you decided to give up your life, to walk away from everything that you know, everyone you know and love, and become someone else, something else. In the case of Bob Gibson, that is exactly what he had to ask himself. He had six weeks to decide, to put his affairs in order so to speak, making sure that he could make the transition to his new life with little or no suspicions being aroused by anyone. The story he told his coworkers was that he inherited a rather sizeable piece of land and some money from a distant relative in Germany and he was going to retire and move there to get away from the rat race. In reality, he was going to be moving less than 10 miles away and he, well, let's just say that he was not going to be living a life of luxury. 

Everything in his life turned upside down when he was sitting at work like any other day and a woman entered his bank branch and asked to speak to someone about investing a large sum of money. As he stood to greet her and shake her hand and escort her to his desk, little did he know that he was about to change the course of his life drastically and forever. 

"Yes, Ms. Maxwell, how can I help you today?" 

Elaine Maxwell was a Black woman who looked like she could have been in her late 40s. Her form-fitting red suit hugged every curve of her mature, sexy body. Her black, silk stockings caressed her beautiful legs and her tasteful and sophisticated pumps framed her sexy feet to perfection. Her hair was straight and hung just below her shoulders and her face was stern but pretty. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous or anything, she had aged well but she wasn't going to stop traffic by any means. What she did possess in spades, while possibly lacking the looks of a runway model, was an air of confidence that couldn't be denied. It oozed from every pore of her body, she reeked of being in control and even a casual observer could see that she was a ball-buster of the highest order. 

"I've just come into a large amount of money and I need to set up several different accounts." 

"Well, Ms. Maxwell, I'm sure we can help you with that. Exactly how much money are we talking about and what sort of accounts would you like to set up? We have several products that might be able to help you." 

She said casually, "I have a total of $1,250,000 and I'm looking to set up an interest bearing checking account, a savings and business checking account, a money market deposit account, and I need a couple of CDs. Oh, and a personal checking account as well. 

The look of astonishment could barely be hidden on Bob's face. In an average month, he wouldn't get one person with anywhere near that amount of money to invest. Sure, there were lots of people with those sorts of balances he had worked with before but they were the result of interest and investments and smaller, incremental deposits, not one large sum of money. He laughed nervously. "Wow, did you win the lottery," trying to think of a way to hide his clear shock and awe? Regretting his choice of words immediately, he shuffled papers on his desk and he felt about an inch tall. He knew it wasn't appropriate or professional to ask and he wished he could eat his words but his mind was searching, scrambling, wondering how she could have come into that much money at one time. There was a part of his brain that couldn't process a Black woman could have that sort of money without thinking there was some sort of criminal enterprise involved: drugs, prostitution, or perhaps larceny. He recovered quickly, saying, "I'm sure we can help you with those things. Have you consulted with anyone about some higher risk investments that might yield you greater returns? I would love to show you some investment options that would . . ." 

Bob felt his words being stifled by her intense stare. He stopped mid-sentence, his words dying off, culminating in a nadir of insecurity and intimidation. Elaine didn't respond to either question, rather she simply gave a sly smile and a look that clearly said, "Just do what the fuck I told you to do and don't ask any dumb questions." She didn't have to say the words rather she communicated them clearly with some sort of telepathic, mind-bending sorcery. Bob was always uncomfortable around women socially and this woman seemed to be staring a hole into his very being, peering into the deepest, darkest recesses of his soul. And Bob had some filthy secrets to hide in those dark, veiled places. 

She opened her purse and pulled out a cashier's check made out to her in the amount of $1.25 million exactly. Bob swallowed hard. He felt a pang of jealousy for anyone with that amount of money and his own massive debts made him feel inferior but he pulled himself together called his supervisor and went about the business of fulfilling her requests. 

The process of setting up all those accounts with that amount of money takes days not hours and there are tons of terms of agreement forms to be signed, tax forms and tax identification numbers to be filed, signature cards on top of virtual signature cards, approvals, overrides, overnighted packages, PINs programmed, free gifts, and credit and debit cards to be issued. When all was said and done, Elaine and Bob had spent a significant amount of time together. Their conversations were sparse, strictly limited to business, and after each encounter, when he would go home and unwind from his day, Bob would fill in the blanks with his own fantasies of not only how she came into that sort of money but the things she would do to him. Oh, the things she would do. 

Bob intentionally tried to make their interactions longer than were necessary. He would say he needed to speak to someone at corporate and then call his personal cell phone from his office phone and pretend to be on hold or mumbling a variety of affirmative responses pretending to talk to someone, filling in the empty space with casual banter. A few times, his computer seemed to freeze up and he had to call the IT department and reboot his terminal, all the while trying to make small talk and lavish her with very subtle compliments. In his mind, the more time he spent with her, making small talk, he could get answers to his questions. He very much wanted to ask her very personal questions. 

She didn't wear a wedding ring so one of the many scenarios he created in his head involved her being a divorcee and the money was part of her divorce settlement. In addition to being a drug cartel "queenpin" the lottery scenario played itself out a few times in his head as well. Mostly, he fantasized that she extorted the money from some rich guy whom she was sexually involved with who had secrets to hide and this was her payoff money. Maybe he died and left her the money in his will because he was so devoted to her, angering his conservative family who knew nothing about his sexual proclivities while he was living. That particular fantasy was the most arousing for him as he could have her fit his fantasies of being a cruel dominatrix who inflicted unrelenting pain. 

Every day, Elaine would come attired in a severe but sexy suit, makeup and hair done to perfection, and heels. It was her shoes that always held his attention. Bob was captivated by them. They were expensive, he could tell, and they looked like torture devices with pointy stilettos and pointy toes and platforms that looked like only the most experienced acrobat could walk on. 

As the last of the red tape had been navigated and it was clear that they had no more need to interact on a daily basis, Bob thought for a moment that he would work up the nerve to ask her for coffee. He rearranged papers and opened and closed drawers and stood at the copy machine and changed the ink cartridge that wasn't nearly empty trying to work up his nerve before he told her that she was cleared for take-off as it were. It wasn't professional and he knew he could get in trouble if he did but just the thought of asking her out to find out her real story was enough to keep him running the scenario over in his head. He fidgeted until he couldn't fidget any more. He did everything but ask her out. Instead he simply said, "Ms. Maxwell, it's been a pleasure working with you and if you need anything further, please feel free to call me. Here's my card." That was the best he could do. He was even too scared to write his own personal cell phone number on the card. 

Elaine smiled and placed the card in her billfold and turned to leave without so much as a thank you or goodbye. He slumped in his chair as she walked away and he stared at her ass in that form-fitting suit and with nasty thoughts of what he would do to her, well, what she would do to him more accurately. Just as the door to the bank closed, he looked at his desk and her very expensive Mont Blanc lay there. He grabbed it and sprinted for the parking lot. 

"Ms. Maxwell," he shouted, as he saw her opening the door to her big, black truck, "You forgot your pen!" 

She turned to see him trotting like an old, fat horse to her vehicle. She opened the door to her SUV and climbed inside as Bob approached her. Then, in the most blatant Sharon Stone/ Basic Instinct move ever made in real life, with her skirt that had "accidentally" been pulled up just enough, she spread her legs ever so slightly so that Bob could see her naked pussy above her thigh high stockings. Right there, practically at eye level, was her mature, hairy, black pussy. Bob was frozen in his tracks. He dropped the pen, sincerely and honestly by accident, but his lingering stare at the heaven between her thighs was anything but accidental. He wanted to ram his face in there and start licking and to hell with the consequences. He didn't of course. He didn't do anything but stare. He knew she saw him staring and he felt ashamed and embarrassed for not being able to look away but he couldn't. The president of the bank could have called his name in that moment and Bob would have said, "Yeah, yeah, gimme a minute." 

She extended her hand and he placed the pen gently in her palm. Again, she didn't even make the civil pretense of saying thank you and that fact made Bob's cock stir in his sensible and boring suit pants. She was toying with him but he was too inept and socially immature to respond the way any normal male would so he just stood there, words frozen in his brain, unable to utter a sound. She turned in the seat and pulled her skirt down just a tiny bit. He could still see the tops of her lace top stockings and the straps of her expensive garter belt as he watched her foot press the brake, wishing she would press her perfect foot into his balls in much the same way, as she started the engine. 

With his hand on the door frame for support, Bob struggled to stand up of his own volition. His knees were weak and about to buckle. And, almost like he was in a dream, he saw her reach for the door and pull it shut, his fingers smashed across the knuckle and the first joint. He didn't scream out or curse like most people would do, instead, he made a groan, a muffled grunt and said, "Thank you, Mistress," automatically. It was so spontaneous, so unplanned he almost didn't hear himself say it. He grabbed his hand and clutched it to his chest with his left hand. She rolled down the window and said, "Grimaldi's. Tonight. 8:30," put the car into reverse and backed out of the parking space, almost rolling over Bob's foot in the process. 

Dazed, confused, and aroused, Bob stood in the parking lot, his hand throbbing and aching, his libido heightened and aroused. Everyone in the bank was outraged and demanded that he press charges but he insisted that it was his fault, that it was totally an accident. His boss made him leave work early and get x-rays to make sure that no bones were broken. He didn't care if they were. He had fallen in love with her assertiveness and her cruelty in that moment. His mind raced trying to figure out how she had identified his fetish so completely in such a short period of time. He had to go to an Emergency Care office and there was a two hour wait. He contemplated just going home and wrapping it in an ace bandage and putting some ice on it so he could get ready to meet her but he stayed, against his first inclination he stayed. He wanted to get home to masturbate before the meeting but if he had broken bones, he didn't want to have to explain to his coworkers why he didn't get everything taken care of then and there. 

Nothing was broken but his hand was swollen and purple. That wasn't the only thing that was swollen and purple to say the least. Bob was turned on like never before. What sort of woman would do that? What sort of women would show no remorse, not even an ounce of guilt or empathy after doing something so harsh? The woman of his dreams, that's what sort of woman. All his life he'd fantasized about a woman who was unapologetically cruel and sadistic. She was Black, attractive, not quite rich but if she played her cards right and invested some of that money, she wouldn't have to work again, or not very hard at least, and she seemed warped and twisted enough to fulfill all of his wildest dreams come true. And to top it off, she demanded his presence at dinner tonight. He was not going to be late even if he they had to amputate his entire arm. 

By the time he got home, he looked at porn and jerked off for a couple of hours. He had to use his left hand because his right hand was in a brace. He showered and dressed and stopped at the grocery store for a bouquet of cheap flowers because he didn't want to show up empty handed. He had no idea what to expect from her. He knew that she didn't find him attractive. She deserved a real man. He wasn't a real man. Real men are assertive and confident; they aren't warped masochists who get off on extreme pain. Real men are suave alpha males who dominate women not pain pigs who live from paycheck to paycheck just to keep their heads above water. 

He was three minutes late and she was already seated when the hostess showed him to her table. "Sit," she ordered, pointing to the chair, the hostess taken aback by the strict tone of her voice. 

Bob slithered into the chair and awaited further instruction. She saw the brace on his hand and said, "No cast? I'll have to do it harder next time." 

Bob almost came in his pants. 

He looked at the menu nervously, not sure what to say. He was out of his element. He'd never been in a situation like this in his life and he wanted to show his reverence but he was terrified beyond belief. Not terrified of her but rather terrified that he would fuck up and ruin whatever was going to happen. The waiter came and she ordered for both of them, but not before making sure to ask him in front of the server if he had a little cock. Both Bob and the server blushed a deep shade of crimson red. Elaine, on the other hand, looked like she had just said, "Pass the salt, please." 

Throughout dinner, she asked question after question. She asked questions so intimate and personal that a ton of people who are married never asked each other for that much detail and veracity. By the time Bob answered, she had another question lined up. He answered all of them truthfully, as truthfully as he could. Elaine didn't seem to understand the concept of discretion as she asked more and more sexual questions within earshot of the other diners and she wasn't concerned or moved that she might be offending them. That turned Bob on. Over the course of their meal, she learned everything about Bob that there was to know. She knew about his occasional cross dressing tendencies, his failed relationships, his crazy ex-wife, his drug and alcohol issues, his debt, and most importantly, his love of pain and suffering at the hands of a cruel and sadistic Domme. 

She signaled for the check and the waiter was there in seconds, wanting to hear more of their conversation so he could run back to the kitchen and tell people more of the bits and pieces he had gleaned from their taboo banter. "Do you have any questions for me, Bob," she asked sincerely. 

"Well," he stammered, "I guess. Actually, just two questions. First, how did you know, today, in the parking lot, that I would like pain, that I would respond the way I did?" 

"I consulted my African tarot cards and the voodoo gods told me that you need pain in order to feel arousal." 

Bob swallowed hard. This woman was surely some sort of other-world sorceress who had magical and mystical powers that could see into his soul. He inhaled sharply, ready to ask his second question when she finished by saying, "You fucking idiot. I had no idea you liked pain. What makes you think I cared if you liked pain or not? I didn't care then and I really don't care now. I just thought it would be amusing to see if I could break your hand. I could tell you were into feet or shoes or legs or whatever, you aren't very discrete when you stare, but I didn't have the slightest clue about the pain thing. I guess you just lucked out." 

OK, Bob was pretty much assured that she was a sociopath because she explained it all without even a hint of repentance. A deranged Black woman with no conscious just explained to him that she was unhinged and unapologetically cruel. She truly was the woman of his dreams. His second question would be his last chance, or so he thought, so he wanted to make it a good one. The entire evening was so arousing he would replay it over and over in his head for years to come adding details and making it end in a flurry of abuse and torture. He took another deep breath and whispered, almost ashamed to ask, "And the money?" He didn't think he needed to explain further. 

He just knew for sure that she was going to say, "None of your fucking business," but he had to ask; he wanted to know so he could put his suspicions to bed. 

Staring him straight in the eye, not hesitating for a second with her response, she said almost tearfully . . . almost, "I got a settlement from The Roman Catholic Archdiocese of New York." She didn't have to say more. In an instant, 100s of questions were answered. From that tidbit of information he could piece together why she seemed to so blasé about causing a relative stranger such intense pain. Bob wasn't Catholic, he wasn't even religious so he didn't feel any particular guilt or connection to her situation but he imagined that whatever was done to her to earn her such a huge settlement was something that created this beautiful monster before him to his great benefit. 

She picked up her bag and pulled out her cell phone. She placed a call and covered it with her hand while mouthing the words, "I'm sure we'll see one another again," and she walked out, leaving Bob to pay the bill. 

Every second of every day, Bob fantasized about the mysterious Ms. Maxwell. There wasn't a waking moment when he wasn't obsessed with thoughts about her. Every time the door to the bank opened, he looked to see if it was her. He would have to jerk off at work, unable to concentrate or be productive, because he was in a constant state of arousal. He would go home and spend hours and hours just edging, keeping himself constantly aroused, fantasizing about Mistress Elaine beating the crap out of him, leaving him a bloody, broken mess, exacting revenge for the pain inflicted on her, taking it out on his useless body, transforming his mind, owning his spirit.

He knew she would be back. He knew it because she had to know how much control she had over him and he knew she was the sort of women that would take advantage of that. He waited as patiently as he could but was on constant edge, anxious to see her again. 

It was approximately two weeks after their night out that he saw her again. She walked in the bank, looking as stunning and intimidating as ever, and walked up to his desk. He was with another customer at the time and his co-worker Elizabeth was trying her best to get Elaine to come to her desk to see if she assist her in any way. Bob had never been so curt with a customer in his life. He refunded their overdrawn fee and offered them a lollipop as he made sure to escort them out as quickly as possible. By the time he returned, Elaine was seated at his desk and seductively sucking on a blue raspberry flavored lollipop. 




Blinded by the Light



"Yes, Ms. Maxwell, how can I help you today?" He wanted to drop to his knees and kiss her feet but he knew better. 

"I need a mortgage," she said, "Fifteen-year I'm thinking. I found the most glorious house and I can't let it get away." Normally, Bob didn't handle mortgage products but he was not going to let her leave his desk. He stalled. He asked her all sorts of questions about the house, how many bedrooms, when it was built, if she had it inspected, anything he could think of before he had to come clean and acknowledge that he had to send her to someone else in order to help her. 

Elaine understood and then said, "Well, maybe you can come and see it and give me some feedback on what you think about it, if it's a good investment." 

She didn't have to ask twice. Bob was following behind her car minutes after the bank closed. They pulled into a long, private, winding driveway and drove up to an absolutely gigantic house. They couldn't get in and they couldn't see much of anything in the windows because the lights were out. It was getting dark and Bob could barely see the green and brown bruises that were healing on his hand in the dusk. It was then that Elaine made her offer. 

"I'm looking for a real slave. I want to own, use, mistreat, and abuse a slave, take away all their rights as a human being. The only rights they will have will be the ones I give them. I thought you might be interested considering you're such a warped, fucked-up individual." 

Bob was dumbfounded. He stuttered. "I can't do . . . what would make you think . . . I have a life . . ." He was grasping for words, feigning indignation. 

Elaine cut him off, "No you don't. You don't have a life. You're a loser. You have a mediocre job and no one who cares about you. You are sick and twisted and you're a true pig. You want what I have to offer. Think about it. I'll give you a couple of days. If you decide you want to do it, we'll have to start making arrangements to make sure there's no trace of you for anyone to follow. We will have to sell off all your assets, close out all your accounts, we'll have to make sure you don't exist anymore. In return, I'll torture and abuse you more than your little feeble mind can comprehend." She turned, got in her truck, and drove off. 

Bob pulled out his cock and stroked it furiously and feverishly in the open night air. He wanted it. He didn't have to wait a couple of days to make his final decision. He knew from that day in the parking lot he would do anything that she asked of him with no limits. 

So, for six weeks, he said his goodbyes, he sold off everything he owned and put the money in an account he had created for his new Mistress Elaine. He was upside down on his mortgage so they decided the best thing for him was to just walk away from it. Who cares about a FICO score if you are a piece of shit who belongs to a deranged psychopath who gets pleasure from inflicting excruciating pain? They had a party at the bank with cake and a card and everyone wished him well on his new journey in life. As the day grew closer, as the time grew nearer that he would give up his existence and become a thing, he stayed constantly horny. 

Finally, the day did come. Mistress Elaine picked him up in front of the train station with his one suitcase filled all his worldly possessions. Anyone who noticed him would think he was being picked up by a friend. What no one would ever suspect was that he was about to begin his life as a piece of property, a thing, an animal. 

They drove the 20 minutes or so to their new house. This time, Elaine Maxwell was the owner of record and she had the keys. The house was already decorated and furnished but Bob would only see the upstairs portion of the house briefly. She ushered him to a doorway, opened it and indicated that he should go first. 

The lower level of the home had been converted to a custom dungeon. There were no windows and there was a cage in the middle of the floor and torture and restraint devices, of every type, all over. His first night he suffered more mental anguish than physical. He was made to strip naked and placed in the cage and given a bowl of dog food and water. The cage was big enough for a large dog but not a human. Once he was securely locked in, Elaine patted him on the head, turned off the lights and went upstairs. She didn't explain anything, she didn't make any demands. He could hear her walking around and he waited for the door to open and for her to begin his mistreatment but it was not to come that night. 

Or the next. 

Bob waited. He listened to visitors come and go, presumably neighbors and friends bringing house warming gifts. He didn't know for sure because he couldn't hear the conversations clearly, he just knew he was starving and wanted some real food. He did not eat the dog food. He refused. He drank all the water and needed more. He used the bathroom in the corner of the cage on newspaper like a puppy and tried his best to block it out of his mind but he was going crazy. The smell seemed overpowering. He regretted this choice. He wanted his life back. He tried to sleep because when he was asleep he didn't have to think about his circumstances. His legs were cramped and he wanted to stand up straight. He couldn't. He was afraid to cry out but he was going out of his mind. 

Finally, he heard the door open. He begged, he pleaded for real food, for more water. He groveled like a prisoner on death row begging for his life on his way to the gas chamber. And the Divine Goddess Maxwell granted him a reprieve. She unlocked the cage and opened the door. That quickly, after all that begging, he was afraid of what would happen if he left the cage. He wanted to cower in the corner but the corner had his piss and shit there. He tentatively crawled on his hands and knees and placed himself at his owner's feet. Even though he wasn't standing, he felt freer. 

Then, without warning, he felt the intense blow of her foot connecting with the side of his head. Her shoe landed directly on his ear and he was dazed and he thought for a moment that she had ripped his eardrum. There was no foreplay, no teasing, no sexy banter, she just kicked him in the head. His pain meant nothing to her. His life, comfort, safety, and opinion meant nothing to her. As much as Bob knew it was fucked up, he was aroused in a way that he had never known before. 

Over the course of the next few months, Mistress Maxwell experimented and tortured Bob in ways that most people couldn't imagine. She forced anything and everything she could find into his pisshole. It was nothing for her to grab his cock through the bars of the cage and shove a pen, a mascara brush, a screwdriver, or a toy she found at a garage sale. Nothing was off limits. His balls served as target practice any time of the night or day. She delighted in coming home after a night out to wake him up to hang extreme weights on his testicles and she would kick his nuts until he passed out. It was like a nightcap for her, a hot toddy to help her sleep. Knowing that she was inflicting pain, unspeakable pain soothed her. More than that, it aroused her. 

His asshole was favorite body part to punish. Unlubricated, she forced things deep inside him, stretching him, making his hole a cavernous pit of depravity. Her anal punishments registered as pleasure in Bob's brain and there were times he would release cum as she fucked his sloppy pit with enormous dildos. He would be punished for ejaculating and she would make sure he suffered, writhing in pain to pay for his pleasure. 

She branded him. It wasn't some intricate design she had made in the shape of an M or her name, it was a coat hanger she bent with some pliers and heated to glowing red. Bob got an infection from the first brand. She would re-brand him every few weeks, making the scar more intense. She loved hearing him scream in agony. The first time she branded him however he got so sick, his temperature spiked and he was moving towards the light. She took him to a doctor who pumped him full of antibiotics. The doctor asked all sorts of questions, about the burns, about the scars and bruises, about the blood work that indicated extreme malnourishment and anemia, the broken ribs. Bob knew not to answer. He couldn't really, he was too sick. The doctor wanted to admit him to the hospital to run some more tests but Elaine convinced him that he just needed to convalesce in the comfort of his own home. She just failed to mention that the comfort of his home was a cage 5 feet by 3 feet by 4 feet. 

There wasn't a torture that she didn't try on him. The list was extensive and Bob grew to tolerate levels of pain he never thought possible. She truly had pushed him to a place where he was beyond human. He could take beatings, whippings with paddles, whips, canes and eventually he would ask for more. The greatest torture was when she would ignore him. The sweetest sound he had ever heard was the sound of her footsteps on the stairs, wearing a new pair of high heels and she would stand on him, kick, trample, and stomp him nearly to death, literally. His nipples were elongated and sensitive, his tits filled with saline injections and clamps and weights constantly made sure he was aroused. 

Days turned to nights and without the sound of another voice, Bob was becoming feral. He wasn't allowed to speak and never got to touch another human being. He didn't have contact with the outside world: he didn't have a cell phone or access to a computer. Everything in his world revolved around Mistress Elaine and her sadistic whims. Even when Elaine would piss on him, when she would use him as her toilet, she never gave him the pleasure of the honor of touching her most sacred place. She dated other men, real men, but he was never allowed to taste the evidence of it from her freshly fucked pussy or asshole. She had a cold once and she let him come upstairs. She lounged on the sofa under a blanket, reading books and drinking orange juice and she would put a finger aside her nostril and blow her nose onto Bob's blindfolded face as he lay reclining on the floor like a faithful dog. It was heaven. 

The dungeon grew. She seemed to always bring home new things, a tens-unit, a posture collar, medical equipment, her arsenal kept expanding. One day, she came down the stairs and unlocked the cage. Bob crawled out and kissed her feet. She instructed him to get on the table and lie face up. She secured his head in a vice and secured his arms and legs tightly with the custom restraints. What happened next was too much for even Bob to process. 

Slowly, seductively Elaine undressed in front of him. He had no idea how long he had been imprisoned in this basement. He slept and woke not by the sun but by the sound of her footsteps. He hadn't seen flesh, he hadn't seen a real woman's curves, he hadn't seen a woman's naked body since he had arrived. He was mesmerized and tried his best to fix his eyes on her form in order to soak in every detail of her delightful nude frame. She was perfection to look at, her tits, her ass and her pussy, the same pussy that held him captive that day in the parking lot were like a mirage in the desert to a dying man. His cock, unrestrained, sprang to attention like he was 18 years old. 

Elaine climbed on the table and she straddled his body. Bob felt a wave of emotion, a flood of sensations that made him overwhelmed with grief. He was in love with a woman who didn't give a fuck about him, who lived to inflict pain on him. It was, in many ways, the realization of all his fantasies. The warmth of her flesh felt like the source of all life, like he was being cradled in the birthplace of all humanity. She sat firmly on him, her nakedness, the wetness of her pussy was touching him, coating him with her juices. Bob was hyperventilating. 

Reaching in her purse, she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Sensually, she lit the dark-colored cigarette and the scent of the smoke was exotic, spicy. She blew smoke rings and French inhaled all while rubbing her pussy on Bob's stomach. She was enjoying herself. The smoke was making Bob light-headed. 

She taunted him. "You know, I could do anything to you and no one would know, no one would care. I own you, truly. You know what Bobby? You're more terrified of me releasing you, sending you back to your old life than you are of anything I could do to you physically." She was correct. The thought of her telling him to get out, to go back to his old life was the most terrifying proposition in the world to him. 

She took a long drag on her cigarette and he knew what to expect. She'd never used cigarettes to burn him before but after the branding, cigarettes would be child's play, or so he thought. She burned him in his chest, on his arms and he barely flinched. Pain registered as comfort, as pleasure, as release, as safety. She spit in his face and he flinched, not because it hurt but because he felt it was like a reward for doing such a good job, being such a devoted pain pig. 

"You know that old saying our parents used to tell us before they gave us a spanking? 'This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you?' Well, this is going to hurt you far more than it hurts me. Far, far more." She held his face in her hands. Her touch was tender, soft, almost loving. Her grip tightened. He is head was already held firmly in place by the vice, he couldn't turn left or right. All he could do was stare up at his Goddess and feel the full weight of her naked body on him. 

She took one more puff. She blew the smoke in his eyes and it stung. As the lit end of the cigarette neared his face, he started to panic. His heart started to race and he started to buck and flail as much as he could under the circumstances. He didn't want to show fear. He wanted to prove that he loved anything and everything that his Mistress could do to him. 

Elaine took her thumb and pressed his eyelid back and took her cigarette and shoved it in his eye in one swift move. She pushed. She stamped it out on his eyeball. Bob screamed. His body jerked and convulsed. His eyes stung and burned. The funny thing was, as his body heaved, as it involuntarily tried to buck the woman sitting on top of him off, it was masturbating his Mistress. She was using him to get off. She was rubbing her clit on his body and putting out her cigarette in a way that would leave him blind in that eye. In all of his life, Bob had never dreamt of anything so sadistic and he'd never felt a sensation as painful. She slapped him to keep him conscious and his body kept jerking and jolting. She was rode him like a bronco rides a bull. She was cumming. She orgasmed using his pain as an aphrodisiac which made Bob cum, releasing his useless sperm against her beautiful brown backside. 

Bob awoke in his cage. His eye socket was bloody, he had scratches on his chest where she tried to hold on. He couldn't see out of his eye and he was in pain. His soul ached. He had never known such pain before but he had also never known so much pleasure. 

*****



Blinded by the Sight



The tach read 8400 RPM when I shifted into 4th gear. I never took my foot off the floor, either. The rear tires bawled for a second and caught, the flashing lights in my rear view mirror dropped back pretty fast.

Things had been going just fine until the fucking Oriental broad in the last cubicle hit her panic button.

Suddenly I was surrounded by alarms and racket. I belted the bitch upside the head with my pistol as hard as I could, fucking cunt! I told her to shut the fuck up and do what I said, she had to be a goddamn hero. She didn't even fucking peep as she folded up onto the floor.

Bailing over the counter, I hit the glass door and ended up flat on my ass. The damn doors locked up because of the alarms, I knew I was in deep shit. And the motherfucking doors weren't glass, how in the hell did I miss that when I checked the bank out?


I turned around, several of the people I had down on the floor were starting to get up, two rounds into the ceiling from my .357 Magnum stopped that crap, they got real fucking docile.

Then I turned and popped 3 more rounds into the door right by the goddamned locks, they came apart. Fucking steel jacketed .357's go through about any goddamned thing.

I ran for the Duster, threw the bag of cash in the back, started the engine and pulled out. I even fucking signalled. Down the street at about 30 mph, nice and easy, attract no attention.

Somebody saw though, the big police cruiser hung a yewie and headed after me. I put my foot down.

Under the hood of my Duster was 346 cubic inches of badass shit, I built the thing myself. Special shocks and springs, 490 horsepower on tap and more if I pushed the red button. Even the tires and wheels were rated for 200 MPH plus and this thing would do that if pushed.

It was being pushed.

I had also done my homework, less than six miles ahead was a fork in the road, both of them led to other forks. One was only two miles after the turnoff, the obvious place for me to turn.

I took the other one, knowing the cops would split up. It was nine miles to safety. Even with the road being crooked as a snake's back, I did it in 6 minutes. I knew that flat out it would take them 9 to 10 minutes. I also knew that even with their goddammed radios it would take a half hour for them to come at me from the other side.

Then I slowed to 60 MPH, flipped on my scanner. Like I thought, they took the other turn. I was 300 miles away by nightfall.

I found a little motel that was a good half mile off the road, pulled in to get some rest. I was thinking of getting up early and making the California border by the next afternoon, then on to Mexico until things got quiet.

I checked the parking lot, just one older station wagon was there. There was a beat up Dodge pickup out behind, I could see from the weeds around the tires that it hadn't moved in months.

Perfect except I didn't like the road, just one way in, but it would have to do.

I walked into the tiny office, no one around. There was a bell on the counter, so I tapped it a couple of times.

"Yea, yea, hold yer goddamned horses!" a female voice yelled out.

10 minutes later I tapped the damned bell again.

She walked out, looking pissed off at having been interrupted. Her hair was wet and wrapped up in a towel, she had on a robe that would make an old lady look bad. No makeup, nothing interesting at all, not my idea of a vision, I will say that.

"Want a room, huh?" she looked me up and down.

"By yourself?" She leaned over to look out the window at my car.

"Yea."

"Thirty-three bucks, towels are five bucks and a 10 buck deposit."

"You think I would steal your fucking towel?" I retorted.

"Yea, do you want the room or not?"

I handed her forty-seven bucks, got the towel that didn't look all that clean, and the key.

"Hey, where ya headed?" she asked.

"None of your fucking business!" I answered. I started to head for the door.

"Hey, got any money to spare?"

"What?" I looked back. She held the robe open, I came to a stop. I was looking at the finest set of natural breasts I had ever seen, perfect ski slope style with upturned nipples. Her stomach was flat and muscular, the robe was open enough I could see the flare of her pubic mound, fading into prominent hipbones. The skimpy low cut panties didn't hide the fact that she was fully shaved.

"Not interested." I managed to say, and I turned and went to the dingy room. Hell, I would need to whack off, the broad's body was a sight to behold but I had no time or inclination for that right now.

Someone probably pretended to clean the fucking place but it had been awhile. I checked the bed, at least it seemed to be fresh. I was sitting on the john after washing the fucking seat off, I leaned over to spit in the trash can and spotted a condom in there.

Hell, this was one fine fucking place!

Later, after it was nice and dark I went out and found the phone lines, cut them. Then I went back to the car and switched the license plates to my California set. 

I figured I could get a few hour's sleep now, even if someone spotted my car there was no way to call out. I was sure I would hear any cars start up and move in the gravel driveway, I am a light sleeper. It was at least 30 miles to anywhere, enough head start for me if I needed it.

I woke up later to a pounding on my door. Grabbing the .357, I peeked out through the curtain. The woman from the counter was standing there. She was dressed in slacks and a blouse, she looked better. I put my piece away in my bag, opened the door.

"Hey!" she said.

"Yea, Hey yourself." I was getting tired of hearing her holler "Hey!"

"What were you doing outside earlier?"

"Nothing, just checking my car."

"You were changing the plates."

"No I wasn't."

"Yes, you were. Want some company?" She grinned like she had me.

Great. Just what I needed, some fucking bitch giving me shit.

"Sure, come on in." I held the door open.

"Got any beer?" She plopped down on my bed like she lived there or something.

"Yea, I got some." I popped a couple of brews and handed one to her.

"Running?" she looked at me, took a long pull on the brew, burped and then grinned at me.

"Yea, so what?" I was getting pissed at her.

"Hell, I wouldn't mind running. This place sucks."

"So what the fuck do you want?"

"Oh, excitement, money, something to do besides cleaning fucking rooms."

"What's in it for me?"

"How about some pussy?" she purred. She reached down and tripped the catch on the slacks she wore, stuck her legs up in the air and stripped them off.

I just stood there and looked.

There was nothing underneath.

That did it, I was on her in a flash, hell, I hadn't had any nookie for months and this was really special looking pussy. I screwed the broad from one side of the room to the other, then I bent her over and backdoored her for awhile. Finally I had all I could manage, I stretched out on the bed and slept.

I figured the bitch would be gone by morning, she wasn't. I woke up to her sitting there with nothing on, she was fingering the hammer on my .357.

"Give me that!" I reached out and jerked it out of her hands.

"Hey you got a pile of money, did ya steal it?" She smiled, her damn tits seemed to pop up and out. I guess she was showing off to me, why bother, I had damn near chewed them to oblivion the night before.

I looked over, my bag lay there open, she had found it and poked around. It flashed in my head to pop the bitch and get on my way but she was sucking on my cock before I could completely form the plan.

Hell, she was gorgeous, she even smelled clean and tasted clean too, as I had found out. She didn't look all used up like women get when they are loose as a goose. In fact, she looked like an upscale college brat to me. 

Later, I just asked her what she wanted.

"Take me with you, this place sucks!"

"Why the fuck would I do that?"

"You know why."

"I can get pussy anywhere."

"Not like mine, and I can help you."

"How the fuck are you going to help me?"

"I can drive, I am good at distracting people when they need to be, and I will fuck you silly."

She grinned like she thought that was enough or something, went back to sucking on my dick.

I guess I agreed when I blasted off into her mouth, she didn't even spit it out, acted like it was candy.

Maybe I needed company, what the fuck. I must have been out of my fucking mind.

I remembered to ask her her name about 30 miles down the road.

"Becky."

"I'm Dan." We rolled along in silence after that.

It was about 2 PM when she asked if we were going to stop to eat.

"Hadn't planned on it." Mexico was still 400 miles away, I wanted to be there. I had created enough of a ruckus back at the bank that I knew there would be some descriptions out, I was hoping the different plates would throw off any suspicion.

I was staying right at the speed limit, too.

She leaned back, I looked over at her, what the hell. I rolled off at the next exit. I found a little cafe, parked the Duster a block or so away. I found a booth next to the window where I could see outside in case any cops rolled by looking interested at all.

Becky ordered a burger and fries, I got one for myself. It was surprisingly good, it hit me I hadn't eaten since the day before.

I was hustling her out of there towards the car, when she wanted to go to the store down the street.

"What the fuck for, we need to roll!"

"I need some napkins, I will start any time now." Her lip stuck out like a little girl's.

Just fuck!

"Make it fast!" I headed for the car, hunkered down. After 10 minutes, I sat up, started the engine. I was going to just dump the broad, leave her there.

"SHUT OFF THE ENGINE!" a loud voice yelled from somewhere behind me.

Startled, I looked back, a Cop was standing there. I slammed the car into gear and dumped the clutch, just as the back window shattered in a shower of bits. I heard several more shots as I banged through the gears, slid sideways onto the road heading for the freeway. Then I slammed on the brakes, a police cruiser sat sideways in the road. The other one was right behind me, I grabbed the bag and my .357 and bolted for the brush.

I didn't make it, the first one hit me in the hip, the 2nd one hit my shoulder and down I went.

When I came to, I was being loaded into the back of an ambulance, my hands cuffed in front of me and strapped down tight. I looked over, Becky stood there with two cops.

"Why?" I asked her.

"The TV said $50,000 reward." 

She smiled, started to turn away. Then she looked back.

"I told you I wanted out of that place."