5 comments/ 26893 views/ 4 favorites Capture of Tight Cunt Ch. 01 By: NymphoSlut93 (Note: This is my first try at writing something for Literotica. Any feedback is appreciated.) * "I'm serious!" I say to my best friend at the bar. "No you're not Clare. You're just making it up." El says to me drinking more of her vodka coke. "Come on, let's go find a seat." Her shoulder length curly black hair bounces as she walks. She's wearing a nice top and skinny jeans and I'm surprised. She usually sticks with baggy jeans and t-shirts, even though she's got a nicer figure than me. She just never shows it off. "Not about this. I don't know what causes it but I always return to being the same tightness as a virgin. No matter how many times I'm fucked or how stretched I am." I say with a grin. "That's impossible though." She says as we move over to a table and sit down. "Not with me, I swear. All it takes in a couple of days to close up again." I say as I finish my second drink feeling my head go a little woozy as I'm only just over the drinking age not very experienced when it comes to alcohol. I notice a hot man in his late 30s at the bar on his own. I sit up straighter and push my boobs out a little trying to get his attention. It works like a charm he starts coming over. He's got brown short hair and a little stubble, with dark brown eyes and wearing casual shirt and jeans. "I couldn't help overhearing what you nice ladies were talking about. I'm intrigued. Would you like another drink?" He says noticing my empty glass. "We're fine thanks" El says right away. I frown at her and say to him, "You know, it's rude to eavesdrop, but you can make it up to me by getting me a white wine." I flash a smile at him. He smiles back and goes to the bar for my drink and a coke for himself. "What are you doing?!" El demands. She's always been a little frigid and only had the one boyfriend who used her for sex, then dumped her after two months, leaving her completely suspicious of men. Me, on the other hand have always used my assets to my advantage. I know I look good and use it when ever I can. I've always been slim and my boobs are natural DDs. My tight red strap top shows them off and my short black skirt hardly covers my ass, perfect for drawing attention. He returns and sits next to me. Placing the wine in front of me, I take a sip and smile; I notice his eyes glance down and my breasts. He grins realising I caught him looking. "So what are your names?" He asks. "I'm Clare, and she's Ellen." I say smiling at El trying to get her to relax a bit. "Clare, can I talk with you?" She asks, pulling at my arm towards the ladies. "Excuse us" I say to the guy. El drags me to the ladies and demands, "What are you doing? We have no idea who he is and he's clearly only interested in one thing!" "Would you grow up, please? You act like you're 12. Got to live while you're young right?" I'm pause and see my words land, but continue regardless. "I can do what I want and you can't stop me just because you're so frigid and afraid to let any guy close to you." I was angry and couldn't stop myself. She took a step back obviously hurt by my comment, "Fine! Fuck the whole bar for all I care! You're just a bitch!" She storms out, I regret what I said and run after her. We're standing within eye shot of the guy at our table. "El, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please. Stay." I grab her hand and turn her round to face me. "You really hurt me." "I know I'm sorry I just lose my temper sometimes." "Fine, but I'm not leaving you alone with that guy. He's creepy looking." Just at that moment the guy walks up to us. "Is everything ok?" He asks. "Yeah, we're fine" El says. "Would you ladies want to come to mine for a bit?" She looks at me worried. I reassure her with a smile. "Sure. That'll be fun, won't it El?" I reply. "Yeah, I guess." She says reluctantly. "Come on, I won't hurt you, much." He teases. He leads the way as El and I follow. We leave the bar and take a right towards an empty street with a van parked at the very end. I start to get wary but remain confident for El. We walk for about two minutes and I ask. "Where are we going?" I ask. "It's just down the end of this street." He says. Suddenly some guys come up behind us and put there hands over our mouths and restrain our arms with tape. There hold is just too tight. I try kicking back and screaming. But it's no use. They're too strong. I look desperately at Ellen as a she's in the same situation as me. The guy from the bar reaches for a bottle and a cloth in his back pocket. Dabs the cloth with the liquid twice and goes towards Ellen. "Well boys, we're gonna have some fun tonight." He laughs darkly and puts the cloth under Ellen's nose and she goes limp instantly. The guy holding her puts a hood over her head and starts dragging her towards a van that was parked a few yards down. I manage to get my mouth free and yell, "Ellen! You sick bastard. Let her go!" "I knew you were going to be a feisty slut." He then whispers in my ear, "Can't wait till I can fuck that tight pussy of yours." I try to slap him but he shoves the cloth under my nose and I can't help but take a breath. My world goes black. *** My head is spinning when I eventually come around. I try to move my hand up to my head to sooth my aching temples. But my hands are tied behind my back. I'm also stark naked. I try opening my eyes and notice I'm not blind folded. I'm in a dark cell with one door with bars that allows a small amount of light. Where am I? I ask myself, as my last memory of being awake comes back to me. I start screaming for help. "Help?! Ellen? Let me go you sick freak! El, are you ok?!" I hear foot steps come from outside, "Ah, look who's awake." The door opens and it's the guy from the bar. "Don't worry about Ellen she's in safe hands." The dark smile returns. "I don't know who you are! But you can't treat people like this!" "Look sweet cheeks. Get this into that skanky head of yours. You're ours now, to do with as we please. And I'm going to enjoy taking your tight virgin pussy. He shuts the cell door and starts undoing his shirt and pants. "No, please. Don't." I beg. "I love it when they beg. Come on, you were begging for it last night with that short skirt and tight top." He releases his semi-erect cock from his boxers and shoves it into my mouth. "You're going to do what I tell you to slut. And you're going to take what I give you. Suck that cock like the slut you are." I whimper. Knowing there was nothing I could do. I start sucking and blow jobbing his cock. Although I put myself out there a lot I've only had sex with my ex steady boyfriend and that was never thrilling. I've never had an orgasm and only blow jobbed him a couple of times but they were never that successful. He groans and starts thrusting into my throat. I gag and gasp for air. I've never deep throated before. I can't help myself getting aroused and feel my pussy start to get wet. I can feel his cock growing in my mouth. Why is this turning me on? I should be repulsed being forced to suck this bastard's cock. "Ahhh, that's it slut." He grabs the back of my head and thrusts harder into my throat. He's fucking me hard and I gasp for air when I can. I'm helpless and can't stop him. After a couple of minutes of this he moves down so my legs are spread and he's right next to my pussy. "No, don't please. Don't!" He just laughs at me. "I can see how turned on you are. Your cunt is leaking your juices." He pushes his now rock hard cock into me. He's grunting and moaning as he violently rapes me in the cell. "You weren't lying about that cunt of yours. Just as tight as you said it was. You're going to fetch a high price, 'The girl who won't stretch'. Ha the buyers are going to love that." Before I can argue he puts a ball gag into my mouth and a blind fold over my eyes. I thrash against him trying to stop him. I lay defeated on the floor, waiting for him to stop. I can't help but love his hard cock thrusting into me and I start to feel a build up deep within my walls. But before it can grow anymore he slumps down onto me and cums. After a few minutes he gets up and puts his clothes back on. I hear him get something out of his pocket and flick it twice before injecting me in my arm, I cry out; he leaves the cell and locks the door on his way out. I try and fight the drugs but I drift into unconsciousness. About two weeks pass and I'm fed the bare minimum. I was raped more times than I can count. Used by three different men sometimes several times a day. On the last day of this torture they inject me again. When I wake up I realise I'm knelt on the floor and attached to a leg spreader. My arms are tied behind my back like before as is the blind fold and the ball gag had been replaced with tape. I feel there is a piece of paper stuck to my stomach. I hear voices all around me and people are walking around. Surveying me and I assume a line of girls next to me. "Ok, can everyone take your seats and the bidding will begin. To start off the round today is #1. Shall we start the bids at ..." I stop listening as I start to panic, the guy speaking is the same jerk who kidnapped us. They're selling us! How can they do this? This is so wrong and immoral. "Sold! Congratulations sir." I hear footsteps and the girl next to me is dragged to her feet and taken away. My heart quickens as I realise I'm next in line. "And to continue the biddings tonight is a fine specimen #2, believe this or not ladies and gentlemen that her cunt never gets stretched and always remains tight as a virgin. Yes, you heard me right, a virgin for a lifetime. Now let's start the bid at £10,000" I stop listening again trying to think of ways I can escape this torture, the bids go on for a few minutes and the price just keeps getting higher until it gets to £70,500! "We have a winner, to the man in the black suit, and for paying such a high price you get a complementary free leather paddle whip with your slave." There's a round of applause and I feel someone drag me back off the stage. He turns my neck to the side and injects me. I feel the effects of the drugs again and drift into unconsciousness. Capture of Tight Cunt Ch. 02 I wake up groggy and very drowsy. My first sense that returns to me is touch. I can feel that I'm being carried in a man's arms. My hands are tied with rope and laid on my stomach. I've been put in a small dress that is a couple sizes too small, it's very tight, but at least I'm wearing something. My eyes and mouth are unrestrained. I flick my tongue round my mouth noticing it's very dry. When was the last time I had something to drink? I ask myself. I open my eyes. Trying to see where I am or who's holding me. I look up and see a man's face. He looks handsome. He must be in his late 30s. I test my voice. "Who, who are ... you?" It's weak and quiet. But he hears. "You're safe with me, slave." He responds to me. Slave! I remember with a start of my last memory, being sold at that awful auction. I'm a slave. I realise with a sigh. I'm too tired to say anything more. I can feel my eyelids getting heavy. "The planes ready, sir." Someone in the distance says. The man holding me starts walking and I can tell we are outside walking towards a private jet. I close my eyes again and pass out from exhaustion. **** When I awake again I'm feeling much better and back to normal. I'm lying on my back in a double bed, with fluffy white pillows and a big duvet with a black cover. It's quite a fancy room with obviously expensive furniture. The dress from the last time I was awake has been removed and I'm naked again, all apart from a collar that is secured around my neck. I notice a mirror that's on the wardrobe the opposite side of the room. I sit up and take a look at my reflection. My hair is tangled and dirty. The collar around my neck is red and made from soft fabric that I couldn't remember the name of. There's no buckle and no way of getting it off. The duvet falls down as I move forward to sit on the edge of the bed, exposing my naked body, exploring the room with my eyes. Two doors are in the room. One I'm guessing leads to a bathroom and the other to a hallway. There's a shelf on one of the walls with DVD cases and books. All by the looks of it on BDSM. The bedroom door opens and the man that was carrying me before comes in. I pull the duvet from the bed and cover my body. His dark hair is neat and is cut quite short but styled. It looks very modern and fashionable. He walks over and stands in front of me. "Firstly, let's establish the ground rules. Rule one: Only speak when spoken to and answer every thing you say with master or sir." "No! You can't do this you sick freak!" I yell at him. "Rule two: You are to be naked at all times unless given other instructions by me. Rule three: You are my property and I can do with you as I please. I paid a lot of money for you and I expect to get what I paid for --- " "No!" I stand up and try to run past him but he grabs me and throws me back down on the bed. "-- If you refuse or try to run away that will only result in a punishment of my choice and you will have to earn back the right to cum. Rule four: I am your master and you are my slave. Best you accept that now and not try to fight it. Rule five: When you are in my presence you must be in the correct position. On your knees, spread apart and with your hands clasp behind your back. And rule six: My pleasure always comes first. You are here to serve me first and foremost." He says. "Is that understood?" My blood is boiling and I'm furious that this is happening. He can't just buy someone and force them to act like this! "Fuck you! Let me go!" I shout back. "That's not possible, you see. You are mine." He grabs a fist full of my hair and starts pulling it back. I cry out in pain, my hair tugging at the roots as he pulls. "Swearing is not permitted and you did not answer with the proper term. Are my rules understood?" My scalp is screaming at me. I just want him to let go so I give in. "Yes." I cry out adding after a few seconds. Hating myself for giving in, I calm myself down. Shouting isn't going to help now. I need to come up with a plan first, so I will follow his rules till the right time comes. He releases my hair and puts his hands back to his side. "Good girl. You may ask four questions. But this is your last chance to do so. So make them count." He says to me as he pulls the duvet away from me, showing my breasts and slit. His voice is strong and it makes me cower away from him. "Where am I?" I ask, afraid of the answer. "Master." I add on quickly trying to remember to add that at the end. "A long way from your old home, but you need not know where exactly we are. You live here now and won't be leaving the house." He replies. "What are the punishments, sir?" "Whatever I feel is appropriate at the time. I'm quite fond of spanking, but that is just the beginning of where I can and will go." "Why me, master?" I ask my last question. He pauses and smiles. "I saw great potential for you to be my little slut, with that tight pussy of yours. Plus you are very beautiful and I've always had a thing for red hair and hazel eyes. It's very rare to find a cunt like yours and I'm eager to try, but that can wait till after you've cleaned up." My breathing quickens. No one has ever called be beautiful before and the thought of him inside in makes me wet but I'm unsure why. Why am I getting so excited over the thought of this sick freak touching me and moving in me? It's disgusting and wrong. But I can't deny how I want it so badly. "Who are you?" I ask. "Well that's obvious isn't it? I am your master. Now that was the last of your questions. You will not get an opportunity like that again. Now go wash up and make yourself presentable. You have 30 minutes to be ready. Once you're done go into position on the floor by the bed. Then we can begin to have some fun." He runs his hand down my face and traces down till he's cupping my right boob. Squeezes once and then leaves the room locking the door on his way out. I get up and open the other door which leads to a bathroom. It's a medium size space and fits a shower, sink, toilet and a corner bath. A long mirror hangs over the sink and reflects onto the shower. There are some soap and hair products on the counter. I open the shower doors and step in. Turning the water on, it's instantly warm and relaxing. It feels so great. I haven't had a proper shower in weeks. At the kidnappers place they just hosed me down with freezing cold water and laughed at me when I screamed. I shudder as the memory comes back to me. At least I'm somewhere that's nice. I rinse my hair through a couple of times with the shampoo and conditioner. I wash quickly but thoroughly and careful not to go over his time limit. After I've finished in the shower it's been 20 minutes. I towel dry myself off and go back to the bedroom. Use a brush that was on the sideboard and work through my knots. My red hair starts to curl naturally as I find a hairdryer that was laid out on the side next to the brush. I switch it on and my hair starts to dry. When that's complete I have 2 minutes to spare. I kneel in the position and put my hands behind my back as he had instructed. I hear footsteps approach the door and it unlocks. My master comes through the door. He walks up to me and circles round. I feel so exposed and venerable. He could do anything to me and I couldn't stop him. Realising this I can feel my juices leaking out of me and spreading onto my lips and thighs. He leans down, gently pushes my hair to one side and starts kissing my neck. I gasp, close my eyes, wanting him to do more than just kiss. He undoes his pants, and gets out his erect cock. My mouth drops as I see it. He's huge! Easily 9 inches long and 2 inches wide! I've never seen a cock so big. He smiles as he watches my reaction and uses my open mouth as a hole pushing his dick into me. My only real experience of blow jobbing was when the guy from the bar had used me for this. He starts gently at first. Then gets more forceful and grabs the back of my head and starts pushing himself further into me. I gag as his head reaches my throat. He continues regardless. I try to push him away. Using my hands to try and push his hips away, he responds my grabbing both my wrists and shoving them back down where they were. The other goes back to behind my head, forcing me to take him. He's just too big. He'll never fit all the way down. He starts thrusting in and out, fucking my throat. He groans every time I gag, every time my throat contracts around him. I keep's pushing more and more into me until my mouth and nose starts brushing into his pubic hair. I can hardly breathe. He goes faster and faster till he's going impossibly fast. My throat is screaming from being used this way. "You love that cock don't you? What a good little slut. You just want cum all down your throat and on your face, don't you?" He says. I try shaking my head but I can't. All I can do is just kneel there while he fucks my mouth. My head hating that he's using me like this but obviously my pussy doesn't agree. My juices are flowing way out of control now, dripping onto my thighs and the floor beneath. He keeps fucking till finally he thrusts deeper than he was ever before. Groaning as he shooting his load of cum straight into my throat, he pulls out before the last squirt and makes sure it goes on my face. I can taste his cum on my tongue; it's salty and sweet at the same time. It tastes delicious. This is why girls do this so much. If it tastes this good! I start licking my lips and around my mouth, trying to get the bits that squirted on my face. He chuckles and uses his cock to wipe it up and then let me lick it off him. I start to wrap my lips around him and licking the cum off and getting the extra bits that are coming out too. "Now it's your turn." He says smiling. He reaches down and pushes two fingers into me. I'm so tight and my wetness helps greatly for lube. He moves in and out quickly. I gasp and start arching my back. It feels so fucking great. I start to pant and scream as I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. He pushes another finger into me. I scream louder. "Yes, yes, yes, master!" I shout. "Cum now, slut. Cum for your master." He commands and moves faster and faster. I orgasm and it's like nothing I've ever felt before. It's amazing. My head goes all woozy and I spasm, gasping for breath. All my nerves are tingling and sparks seems to be shooting out of me. I can't believe how good cumming feels. "You like that don't you?" He asks. "Yes, sir!" I say loudly. "Beg for more then slut and make me believe it." "Please make me cum again and again and again. Never stop master. Please make me cum." His cock start to get hard again and it starts to return to its 9 inch length. "Keep going." "Oh sir, please fuck me, sir. Master I beg of you! Make me cum." He shoves me onto the bed and pulls me on my hands and knees, into doggy style. Throws off the rest of his clothes till he's standing naked behind me. He enters and fucks me. I've never had sex this good before. I scream and pant, unable to control myself. He groans and pummels into me, full speed, shoving his entire dick into me. It hurts a little at first but my unusual pussy moulds around him. Still remaining tight but allowing his whole length into me. "Like getting fucked by my huge cock don't you? Just a whore who likes to get fucked by her master!" He says to me. He reaches for my head and turns it so I'm looking at him. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. "Yes sir! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy hard with your huge dick! Make me cum, master!" I shout as I cum. He groans and continues. Fucking me faster and faster. His balls slap up against my thighs and his cock slams into me. I cum soon after the first, then again, and again. I scream and cum over and over. Till I've cum 16 times! "Thank me for making you cum!" He shouts over my screams. "Thank you master for making me cum. Cum for me sir. Cum in my mouth. Let me taste you again, sir." He fucks me one last thrust then turns me round and shoots his second load of cum onto my face and into my open mouth. I swallow and grin as I taste him. It's just as wonderful as the first time. He collapses on the bed and I lay next to him. After a minute he stands and gets dressed again. "Well done slut. Andrew will be here in half an hour to deliver your meal. You must be starving. After that you are free to read any of the books on the side or watch any of the films I have laid out for you. They will be good for your training. I will return later." He walks out the door and locks it. I lay limp on the bed exhausted and rest my eyes while I calm my breathing down to a regular rhythm, waiting for my meal.