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The ABC's

By: ladyiza



She was cleaning the blackboards as her mind wandered. It was homecoming at the high school and it would be his 10 year reunion. Would he show? And if he did, would he remember? Would he care? It had been 10 years since they'd seen each other and she'd missed him every minute. She had been a student teacher, only 22. And he a quiet, shy senior of 18. She had broken every rule with him, but didn't care. There were no regrets there save that she hadn't kept him for herself. She'd released him to the world and he'd gone.

A knock at the door brought her back into reality. She composed herself for a moment and then called out, "Yes?"

"Ma'am? It's me. Do you have a minute?"

He might be 10 years older, but she knew his voice and her heart jumped. "I guess," she said trying to sound casual. "Come in."

She caught her breath at the first sight of him. He had changed a great deal from those high school days, but it was certainly him. He stood some 6' 2" with dark hair, strong shoulders and a broad chest. He was a far cry from the slender little teenager she knew as a student teacher, but it was definitely him as one thing for certain had not changed...his piercing eyes. Those eyes had drawn her to him from the start and she cursed the 10 years she'd missed them.

"It's good to see you again," she said, letting her emotions show just a bit. He smiled, those eyes lighting up at her greeting. 

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long, ma'am. I'll endeavor to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"See that it doesn't," she said harshly. There was an awkward silence as they took each other in, evaluating the effects of the years that had passed.

"Do you remember your lessons," she asked slyly. "Do you think you could pass the exam right now?" As she spoke, his grin grew. She had hoped for that response. Hoped that he would want to serve her again and that smile told her all she needed to know.

"Yes ma'am. That's why I've come to see you. To show you that you're student remembers his lessons well." He closed and locked the door behind him, the first step in their ritual.

She sat on her desk and waited for him. Obediently, he came over and dropped to his knees between her legs. For a bit, she just petted his hair, enjoying how he felt. He nuzzled against her, but knew better than to act before her command.

"Alright, let's begin," she said, spreading her legs wide. She had bypassed underwear today, just in case he arrived. Now she was very glad she did. He leaned forward, taking in the scent of her. She still wore the same perfume and still put just a little down there. Placing his hands on her hips, he moved closer and let his tongue touch her. She shivered at the contact. "Now, with the alphabet. Begin."

Using only his tongue, he traced and "A" over her most sensitive areas, then continued..."B"...."C"...on through the list. She moaned softly, encouraging him. Once in a while, she would slap him lightly on the back with a ruler. "Again," she said. "That was sloppy." He had learned that she always did this on her favorite letters, particularly "O" and "Q".

He continued until he reached "Z", then stopped and looked up for her approval. She was breathing quickly, her eyes closed, nails digging into the wood. He noticed that she was also dripping onto the desk. Slowly, she opened her eyes and smiled down at him. "Very good my pet. It seems you do remember." He smiled at her praise and leaned in once more, this time choosing his own patterns as his tongue caressed her.

She moaned loudly this time, gripping the edge of the desk tightly. "Oh, very good pet, your skills seem to have improved." He continued, until her pleasure drove her to lie back on the desk. "Yes, very good," she said with a heavy sigh as she came, legs trembling over his shoulders.

He sat quietly, waiting as she caught her breathe. When she started to sit up, he put a firm hand on her stomach and pushed her back down. "Ma'am, please let me show you my other skills. I've grown and learned a great deal. I want to show you the man that your student has become. Please ma'am?"

At first, she hesitated. She had lost control of the situation, even though he was still bowing to her authority. But she wanted him. She could feel her desire on the desk beneath her and she was certainly curious about the man he had become. She looked at those eyes, his face covered with her juices, and wondered. They had never gone this far in the past...maybe it was finally time.

She took a deep breathe, gathering her courage. "Very well, my pet," she said in as steady a voice as she could. 

"Thank you ma'am!" And with that, he rose from the floor, her feet still over his shoulders. She heard him undo his pants. He grabbed her hips, lifted the a bit, and quickly, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Her moans turned to near screams as he pounded furiously into her, driving the pleasure higher. Her carefully arranged cup of pencils crashed to the floor.

For a split second she worried that someone might hear them. Yes, the school was supposed to be empty, but what if? That thought vanished in short order as he drove into her and the first orgasm took her. He didn't hesitate, but instead continued with hard, long thrusts. She felt him slamming into the very depths of her as again, she came. The sounds of her pleasure echoed off the walls of the classroom as his moans soon joined hers. They came together, rattling the desk in the intensity of the orgasms. Then, both collapsed in exhaustion.

She lay sprawled on the desk, papers and supplies scattered around her, as he sat heavily on the floor. After a moment of catching her breath, she sat up and gazed at him. He had completely surprised her and now, she didn't want him to leave. The thought of another 10 years...it was unbearable. She just didn't know what to say, what could convince him to stay? For all she knew, he was married with kids. 

"I want you to come with me."

His words broke through her turmoil and she stared at him, her mouth hanging open. "I have a nice house, a good job. You wouldn't have to work. I could serve you, support you. Just come with me. We could get married now, later, never, whatever. I'm just not waiting another 10 years to see you, ma'am."

She slid off the desk and into his arms. "Very well, my pet. Very well. We'll discuss the details over dinner after you help me clean the mess off my desk."

"Yes ma'am," he answered with a smile.

The ABCs of Possession



As I focused the scope and trained the crosshairs on his chest, I pondered what brought me here. If someone told me seven weeks ago that I would be involved with an assassination I would have simply laughed. But, I sat in the rafters, dressed completely in black, with a high powered rifle, convinced this was the only way.

Through the scope I watched F. Seymour Abcott push a strand of hair over his bald spot. Although he stood just barely taller than the podium, my angle gave me a clear shot. He began his speech much like he did six weeks ago:

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished writers, editors and publishers, I'm F. Seymour Abcott. I want to thank the board of directors for letting me speak." He spoke slowly, occasionally glancing up above his glasses at the crowd. The auditorium buzzed since he wasn't on the schedule to speak. John Updike had just finished talking and everyone expected Frank McCourt to talk now.

Abcott continued: "I'm here to announce that I've just finished signing all the necessary paperwork. Ladies and Gentlemen, as of nine a.m., I own the alphabet. I took possession of it just fifteen minutes ago."

After a lengthy pause, while the crowd laughed wildly, he continued his speech. I didn't listen; I was too busy trying to figure out who put this little man up to such a stunt. I left that evening in a wonderful mood, amazed how someone pulled off such a prank in front of an auditorium full of stuffed shirt intellectuals. I stayed in a good mood until the next morning when my agent called.

"Jim, I just received notification from Abcott of the royalty fees for your use of the alphabet." As I started laughing he just kept on talking: "He says we'll need to send him one percent of your gross earnings." I continued laughing.

"Come on Ed, tell me, who pulled off that prank, it's great."

"Jim, I checked around, it's no prank. I called our lawyers, I called copyright offices, I even called the Library of Congress. This is real!"

"Real, how can it be real? Hell, just a few years ago that company tried to copyright a number, just a number and they got booted out. How can he own the alphabet?"

"From what I understand, the guys at the copyright offices thought it was a joke. It got funnier as it progressed from level to level. Each inspector and researcher simply wanted to continue the joke. It finally reached the desk of some yes man with authority and it got through."

That was six weeks ago and my life has changed since then. The writers got together and decided to try to reason with Abcott. They needed a no name writer to approach Abbott and explain the impact of all this. They took the membership lists of the different associations, removed all known members and drew names.

After recovering from the embarrassment of being officially tagged as a no name, I agreed to approach Abbott. I made a lunch appointment with him later in the week.

Initially, talking to Abcott was strained, but as lunch progressed we talked candidly and calmly. I made my argument on behalf of the rest of the literate world, then he made his argument. We got nowhere, but I kept my frustration to myself.

As I left the table he gently grabbed my arm: "Jim, I like you. You kept your cool though the entire conversation. I expected something much different, perhaps we can talk again."

Over the next few weeks we met again and again, sometimes for lunch, sometimes dinner. We even went to a movie together. I gritted my teeth when the movie ended and he showed me how much money he made from all the words used in the film.

As time progressed, Abcott became the most hated man in America. After extensive conversations with the writer's associations, I realized something must be done. Abbott had no family, no heirs, when he died the alphabet would eventually fall back into the hands of everyone. I had a patriotic duty, so, with money donated by almost every writer in the country, I contacted an underground paramilitary group and got firearms training. I learned how to use the weapons, how to infiltrate security and how to escape.

I wiped the sweat from my brow and slowly took aim. I was surprised at the lax security; Abcott had to know he was a marked man. I held my breath, and slowly pulled the trigger. I watched through the scope long enough to see his head jerk at the impact and see the small hole leading to his heart. I then gently laid the rifle down and followed the escape path. It amazed me how easily I got out of there. On the way home I established some alibis, and then settled into a quiet evening. I squelched any anguish I felt at killing a human being by continually reminding myself of how I freed the people.

My agent called at midnight, he didn't know of my plan: "Jim, I have some news. Abcott is dead."

"Dead?" I said, acting as surprised as I could.

"Yes dead, but listen, he had a will, he left everything to you. I can't believe it, we're gonna be rich."

"We?"

"Yes, as your agent, I get a percentage of everything you make."

I hung up the phone and slowly pulled the blinds to the windows. I checked all the locks on the doors and sat on the floor. I now possessed one of the most important inventions of all time. I could free the people when I gave the alphabet back.

I thought for a moment about that, then pulled out a pad and pencil. I began making notes on creating an infallible security system for myself, I could afford it now, I was gonna be rich! 



The ABCs of Scrapbooking



Danielle was one of the prettiest girls at Colorado University. She was a blonde cheerleader-type with long dark eyelashes and longer legs. Her pretty smile attracted the attention of the men, and women, all over campus. A first year student, she was nineteen and her innocence was well known. She was never seen carrying a Bible, but she might as well have. She was also very shy, but she was working hard at being more outgoing.

One day after Psych 101 Zoey Cunningham introduced herself to the pretty freshman and made a point of ushering her around the campus. Danielle seemed awfully naive, and Zoey, as a senior, took upon herself to help Danielle out. Danielle was very appreciative. Over the semester, they grew to be good friends. Zoey helped with Danielle's homework and introduced her to some of her other friends. By the end of the semester, Zoey threw a party at her house that she rented with some other girls. Danielle arrived punctually, but she was a little surprised to see that no was there except for Zoey.

Zoey Cunningham was a tall brunette with a shapely figure and gorgeous face. It seemed strange to Danielle that Zoey didn't have a boyfriend, she was so beautiful, but she decided it wasn't her business. Besides, she didn't have a boyfriend of her own. It just wasn't the right time in either of their lives to have romantic complications. That made Danielle feel even closer to Zoey.

"Come in," Zoey said, holding the door open. "You're the first. Everyone probably won't be here for a while."

Danielle tucked a blonde strand behind her ear, and smiled nervously. "I'm such a dork. I came right at the time you said in the evite. I should know you're supposed to come late to parties."

Zoey laughed. "Don't worry about it." She gave Danielle a hug. "Mm. You smell good. What are you wearing?"

Danielle blushed a little. She admitted that she put on some perfume. Zoey also expressed her admiration for Danielle's "cute" outfit: a long dark navy skirt with a cashmere sweater and gold earrings. Her breasts nicely filled the pink fabric of her blouse, two of the buttons undone at the top. Her dress was a little racy, Danielle thought, but now that finals were done it seemed she could loosen up a little. Zoey was always teasing her for being "uptight." 

"Well, we'll see if Bryce and his pals show up. But I'm not making any promises!"

Danielle blushed some more. Bryce was the boy she had some feelings for; but she thought he might already have a girlfriend. It didn't really matter. She just wanted to relax and have a good time and not worry anymore about studies. Cool springtime air, fragrant with lilacs, came through the open window.

"Shot of tequila?" Zoey said.

"What? Oh, no, no. Don't you have...?"

"Just one? Come on! The semester is over!"

Danielle nodded, gulping at what she was agreeing to. Beer was usually as strong as it got with her. But she followed Zoey's lead, as she always did. Zoey's heels clacked across the kitchen tile. Zoey looked spectacular, as usual, wearing a tight CU shirt and denim shorts. Danielle envied Zoey's tall stature and incredible fashion sense. For one thing, she didn't feel like she could pull off such daring heels. 

"Down the hatch!" Zoey held out a shot with a smile.

Danielle sniffed at the brown liquid.

"Come on!"

Finally, she grimaced and threw down the shot. It burned her throat, and she coughed. Zoey laughed at her.

"Another?"

"No, no. No way."

"All right. I don't want you to get sick. Listen, I'm going to take a shower. Do you mind? No one will be here for another hour or so. You want to hang out in my bedroom?"

"Sure."

Zoey's bedroom was the largest in the house. It was a little messy, but Danielle didn't mind. She wished she lived in a house and not in a cramped dorm room with a roommate she could barely stand. Danielle sat on the bed. She was already feeling dizzy and a little drunk. Zoey smiled at her: her dark eyes seemed to have some strange meaning.

"What?"

"Nothing. Hey, you can play games on my iPad if you want. I won't be long."

Danielle pulled the iPad over and pushed the screen somewhat randomly. She became aware that Zoey was undressing right in front of her. One article of clothing hit the floor after another. Danielle was afraid to look up. From the corner of her eye she saw pink underwear on the floor. Zoey was completely naked!

"What are you playing? Danielle?"

Danielle could no longer not look up. She looked up to see Zoey standing before her, hand on a hip, large breasts naked, long legs, tuft of trimmed black pubic hair, smiling face... 

"So? You like what you see?"

Danielle nodded quickly and stared back at the iPad. "I'm playing... checkers. I think." She continued to press at the screen.

Zoey laughed. "Wow. You really are a dork!"

The door shut. Danielle took a breath. Then Zoey's face popped back in. "If you get bored, you can look at my scrapbook. It's on my desk over there."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

Danielle played around with the iPad for a few minutes. At last, she looked over at the desk. There was a book with a red cover. On a shelf higher up was a thin volume, leaning against bottles of vodka and plastic piglets. Danielle felt confused. Did Zoey mean the book on her desk, or the one on the shelf? She really should not have had that tequila shot. But it was so hard saying no to Zoey... Danielle pulled down book from the shelf. On the black cover was ABC spelled out in gilt letters. Was it an alphabet book for kids? Something from Zoey's childhood? Curious, light-headed, Danielle sat back down on the bed with it.

It was interesting, even surprising, that Zoey kept a scrapbook; Danielle could not remember her ever mentioning keeping one, or even being interested in such stuff. Zoey struck Danielle as more of the active type, more interested in sports, for instance (she played on the lacrosse team) than girly topics. But everyone had their different sides...

Danielle stopped in shock. After turning through the first few blank pages, she came to some photos. Opposite the giant "A" were photos taped to the page of a young woman with her face in a woman's vagina. Was that right? Was Danielle really that drunk? Blinking and shaking her head, she tried to pull herself together. She looked at the photos more closely. The one at the top was of Abigail, someone Danielle knew slightly. She was an pretty black-haired girl with glasses and cute petite body. The next photo down was her naked except for a gold necklace and bracelets. Then came the pictures, four of them arranged in a square, of Abigail with her tongue inside... unmistakably... inside a vagina. Her nose was buried in black pubic hair. Her eyes, as she licked, were shut in one photo. In another, she looked up at whoever was taking the photo. 

Danielle couldn't believe it. What in the world was this book?? Her first reaction was that it was pornography, no big deal, something Danielle had seen and giggled at with her friends before back in high school. But the fact that the girl in the photos was someone she recognized changed the matter completely. Danielle, heart pounding, stared more closely at the pictures. Could she be mistaken? No, it was Abigail. It was really her. She saw her almost every week in her Anthropology class... And, apparently, she was a lesbian... And she liked to be photographed having sex, though the look on her face seemed upset somehow, even angry... The last photo had her looking up with her face glistening. 

Danielle felt she had passed through a membrane into an alternate, crazy world. The photos were truly there. She touched one. Yes, they existed. And that was Abigail.

But why??

With a trembling hand, afraid of what she might discover, Danielle turned the page. Opposite the giant "B" were more taped photos. This was Britney. Danielle knew her as one of Zoey's friends, an Asian girl who was usually quiet but very pretty. She stood dressed in the top photo, and then naked in the next. She had small breasts and a shaven vagina with a tattoo of a rose on her hip. Then, again arranged in a square, were the photos of Britney licking at a vagina--the same vagina, it looked like. Danielle turned back the page to confirm. Yes, it was the same vagina, the same amount and color of pubic hair. Britney shut her eyes and had her tongue out. She frowned as she licked. Was she doing this disgusting thing against her will? Danielle felt a shudder. 

She knew she should put the book away. But she could not help herself. As if in a dream, she watched her recalcitrant hand turn to the next page. By now she was trembling all over and breathing hard. Sure enough, opposite the giant "C" was a photo of Cecilia, a girl who lived in the house with Zoey. She was a raven-haired beauty with braces and full red lips. In her naked photo her breasts were surprisingly large, topped with beautiful red nipples. Danielle swallowed, seeing Cecilia licking the same vagina from the other pages. In one photo she seemed to look up accusingly at Danielle, her face half-buried in pussy. In the last photo, her face was bent back and glistening, her eyes shut.

Danielle tried to think, but she could not get a coherent thought together. In a daze, she turned the next page to see nothing but a piece of mirror paper. Danielle was staring down at her distorted reflection, lost in amazement, when the door opened.

"That's you," Zoey said. She was still naked, dripping wet, a towel draped over her shoulder. "I hope you don't mind."

Danielle looked up, aghast. "What is this?"

"It's my scrapbook, silly. I already told you."

"But... but..."

"Shh. Tonight I'm going to make you a part of it. Wouldn't you like that?"

Danielle threw the book off her lap. She stood up. "You're nuts," she said. "Get out of the way. I'm leaving!"

Zoey merely laughed, and then suddenly threw herself into Danielle. The two girls began to wrestle on the bed. It was not long before the taller and stronger Zoey got the upper hand. Danielle, her teeth grit, looked up at Zoey.

"Get off me, you crazy psycho! I'll call the police! This is rape!"

"Come on, it's not so bad. I just want you to eat me out. It's a little thing that I'm into."

"No! Get off!" Danielle bucked and thrashed about, but she could not get Zoey off her. "Others will be here any minute!"

"No. It's just us, doll. There's no party."

"What?"

"Now, come on. The other girls were never this bad. Even Cece learned to be a good little pussy licker after some persuading."

Danielle shut her eyes. This wasn't happening. She felt herself swoon and her limbs get weak. The images of Cecelia, and then the other girls, flashed before her. She saw their tongues out, all licking the same vagina: Zoey's pussy. It was Zoey they were licking and licking, sucking on her pink clitoris, their noses buried in the black pubic hair... Danielle was merely next in the series. But she was going to fight. This couldn't be happening to her!

"I'm not a lesbian!" Danielle said, thrashing about.

"Just relax."

After a few more minutes of struggle, Danielle felt herself get weak. It seemed hopeless. Danielle felt tears rise. "How can you do this? I thought we were friends!"

"Of course we are, sweetie. I just need you to get me off. Now, come on. It's not that bad. Cece said it tasted really sweet..."

Zoey suddenly rolled off. Danielle took a big breath. She was free. She was about to run for the door when her hair was pulled on viciously.

"Come on, bitch! You're not going anywhere. Okay?"

Danielle whimpered. She tried to slap at the hand grabbing her blonde hair, but every time she did so Zoey pulled all the more viciously. She cried out.

"Come on! Come on!"

Zoey, still holding onto Danielle's hair, sat up on the edge of the bed. She pushed Danielle onto her knees on the floor.

"This is how I like it. Come on. Get started..."

Danielle whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Zoey eased her hold on Danielle's hair.

"Come on. Just a few licks," Zoey whispered. "Come on."

Danielle opened her eyes. Zoey's pussy was just inches from her face. There was a pearl of moisture in the blushing pink folds. The smell was interesting, weird. Danielle whimpered again. She caught her breath. She looked up at Zooey.

"Please don't make me..."

"It's okay. It's okay."

Danielle shook her head. But she felt a vicious pull on her hair. Then a hand slapped her hard across the face.

"Come on," Zoey said. "Don't make this hard."

Her cheek stung. Humiliated, Danielle opened her eyes again. 

"Please..."

Zoey's hands gripped Danielle's head and roughly forced her into her pussy. Danielle let out a muffled cry.

"Mmph!"

Danielle groaned into the humid warmth. Then she cried out again as her hair was yanked on.

"Come on!"

With a defeated sigh, Danielle opened her mouth. As if of its own volition, her tongue snaked out. She pressed it against the wet folds. She tasted the flesh, breathing out. It tasted slightly sweet. Her tongue moved. The grip on her hair relaxed. With a final moan, Danielle started to lick the pussy in earnest. Images of the other girls flashed through her mind. She was just like them, subservient, eating Zooey's cunt. Abigail... Britney... Cecilia... All of them were pussy lickers. And now Danielle. Had the others put up much of a fight? Danielle didn't know, only knowing she was through fighting. She lowered her head and concentrated on sucking the pussy. 

"That's it, baby. Just like that. Mmm."

Zoey shifted and brought her pussy up to Danielle's face. Juices leaked out. Danielle licked up and down, wondering how long she would have to do it. At least it seemed she was doing a good job. Zoey sighed. She stopped pulling on Danielle's hair and started stroking it instead.

"That's a good girl. Just like that. Mmmm. You're a natural."

Danielle ate the pussy, her mouth and lips and tongue slurping all the juices that came running out. Her mouth sucked on the clit. Zoey's body shuddered under her. Danielle felt a weird pride at getting her friend to feel such pleasure. She had always been a good learner.

Zoey pressed her thighs into Danielle's face.

"Aw yeah. Such a cute little pussy licker."

Juice and saliva coated Danielle's chin. She moaned louder, breathing hard, licking and licking, the hot flesh and thighs pressing into her. 

"Good cunt licker. Good. That's it. Eat it good."

Danielle moaned. She was a pussy licker. She couldn't believe it. Here she was, on her knees, arms limp at her sides, as she tongued the pussy. She felt warmth travel her spine to her own pussy. Was she getting turned on? Moaning again, she realized she was. It was all so wrong!

"Look up at me, honey."

Danielle opened her eyes. Zoey had her phone out and snapped a picture. It was official. She was the next girl in Zoey's perverse "scrapbook." Upset, she pulled away--but Zoey quickly grabbed her hair again and pushed her back into her pussy.

"Just a little while more, and I can come. I want to come all over that cute face of yours. Mmmmm. That's it. Lick it real good.... Aw yeah...."

There was no sound but the slurp and squish of Danielle's tongue inside the pussy. Zoey started to groan loudly. She jerked suddenly--and gripped the back of Danielle's head.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.... AWWHHHGHHH!"

Zoey threw back her head. Her cum flooded out, startling Danielle. Her cheeks and mouth were soaked in pussy juice. She continued to lap and slurp until finally Zoey pushed her away. The clitoris stood up pink and stiff.

"Shit. Wow. That was great."

Zoey took a few more pictures of her friend's cum-covered face. 

"This is my best page yet!"

Danielle sat on the floor, her head against the bed, in a total daze. She wiped at her wet mouth. It took a moment for her to realize that Zoey was talking on her cell phone. She was inviting someone to come over. 

"See you soon, Lindsey."

Danielle looked around in horror. Zoey grinned, and then shrugged.

"I know. An 'L.' Sometimes you have to skip around...."



The Abduction



She was walking home from work when someone in a mask came up behind her and grabbed her, covering her mouth so she couldn't scream and pinning her arms next to her body so she couldn't move. He placed her inside a van He had borrowed for this occasion and blindfolded her, gagged her and tied her wrists. 

She was kicking trying to get loose but He was too strong for her and pinned her down, tying her ankles together. He drove her to the woods in a clearing so that no one could hear her. He had this well thought out and planned. He took her out of the van and up to a tree He already had picked out. He untied her wrists and tied her to the tree branch with her arms stretched out over her head. He untied her ankles and unzipped her skirt and slipped it down over her hips and let it drop to the ground then He placed His hand inside her panties and reached His fingers to her clit massaging it until He could feel her pussy juices started to moisten His fingers and she started to let out a soft moan behind the gag despite her fear. He then ripped off her panties leaving them lying on the ground and had her step of from between the skirt. 

He tied her ankles to a spreader bar so that her legs where stretched as far apart as they could be to allow Him access to do with what he wanted. He smiled as He saw the pinkness of her pussy opened to Him and saw the moistness that was already oozing out from her cunt. He let out a little laugh in His throat as He thought of the power He had over her body and the reactions and the passions He would be able to get from her body. He reached up and undid her buttons to her blouse letting her already creamy braless breasts hang loose from inside her blouse. He took His hand and started to caress her breasts and twirling her nipples until they were hard pebbles between His fingers.

He reached into His pocket and pulled out a set of nipple clamps, bent down and sucked on her left breast drawing it in between His lips. He then placed one side of the clamp on her nipple, He bent over and repeated with her right breast sucking that one until it was as hard as her other one and clamped the other side onto that one. She let out a gasp as loud as the gag would allow her as she felt Him tighten the clamps onto her nipples. 

Feeling the rush of the sensation run from her nipples down to her already moist pussy. She tried to squirm as she didn't want Him to see the reaction the clamps were causing her cunt to have. He laughed again for He was familiar with how much she enjoyed nipple clamps. The Man then took a couple of clothespins out of His little black toy bag and clamped 3 on each side of her pussy lips and took duck tape and the 3 clothespins taping them against the side of her thigh. 

First on the left then, on the right so as to spread her lips even more so he could see the pink bud of her clit. As he finished this He massaged her clit some more as though to show her how much access He actually did have to her whole body. Reaching into His toy bag again searching for more that He could do with her, He grabbed a vibrator that had a remote. Laughing He took some rope and already with knots in it and arranged it so that the vibrator was in between a loop in the rope. He wrapped the rope through her legs and slid the vibrator into her oozing wet pussy. Hearing her gasp and moan again, He turned it on to give her a taste only putting it on low as He wanted to tease her already excited pussy. He tied the rope around her waist so that the vibrator would be held in place in her pussy. He then turned it off as He noticed her pussy juices beginning to ooze out of her pussy past the vibrator. He watched as it slid down her creamy thighs. 

He told her He was going to remove the gag now and that she could make as much noise as she wanted but that T/they were in the middle of no where so no one would be able to hear her and that if she did, He would use the flogger He had on her to remind her that she was to keep as quiet as possible. To show her He had one He ran the leather straps of the flogger up her back and over her shoulders and slid it down her breasts hitting her once with it just to show her it was indeed a flogger and it would hurt. He then removed her gag. He took His finger and scooped up some of her pussy juices off of her thighs and put His hand up to her mouth pushing His finger inside her lips for her to taste the sweetness of her own passions. He then turned the vibrator on again. 

Her body feeling the vibrations sending themselves up through her body made her moan as He turned it up. He went to the van and got Himself a cold soda He had in a cooler there and took His cigarettes out of His coat pocket. Taking them both over to a spot close to her where He could hear her moans of ecstasy and see the expression on her face but where she couldn't feel His presence. The sounds of her moans were all that could be heard as He sat down to smoke His cigarette and to drink His soda. He would let the vibrator almost bring her to the brink of cumming then He would turn it off. He laugh as He heard her whimpers of disappointment. "No dear it is not time for that yet, there is more to come before I allow you the pleasure of cumming and releasing all that sweet juices that your body has to offer." 

He let her body settle down then He turned it on again and waited for her to be close again, and again He turned it off. When He was finished His soda He took the can back to the van and walked back over to His slave...He knew what He wanted to do with her now. He undoes the duct tape and removes the clothespins massaging her clit as He turns the vibrator back on. Undoing the rope around her waist and removing it, also removing the vibrator from her wet, hot, excited pussy. He undoes the spreader bar, then He unties her wrists from the tree branch and pushes her body down into a kneeling position. She kneels there with her thighs spread wide apart the juices from her pussy flowing out onto the blanket He had placed there for her to kneel on. 

He stands there watching the juices flow out and looking at her swollen clit, He grabs her hair pulling her head back to expose her neck and gives her a passionate kiss working His way down her neck to her nipples. He wets her nipples again, first taking the clamp off her left breast, then off her right. She moans loudly as she feels the blood rush back to her nipples and He lightly massages them to help the blood return. "Stay in that position while I undress." He takes off His shirt and His pants and shoes while still watching the twitching of her pussy and knowing how excited His slave is, seeing the her cheeks flushed and watching her breathing getting heavier. 

He walks over and grabs her hair again standing in front of her, His already swollen cock right at her opened lips He slides His cock into her mouth. As if by instinct she started sucking His cock. "Use your hands too on My balls." She hears this and reaches out and takes His balls into her hands massaging and caressing them as she moves her head so His cock would fuck her mouth. Each time taking it into her mouth deeper and deeper sucking it hungrily as if she wanted it all in her mouth. He pulls His cock out of her mouth and He tells her to get into position for Him to use her. Upon hearing this she bends over on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in the air, her thighs and legs spread wide apart so that when He stepped behind her He could see the wet glory of her pussy. 

He knelt down between her legs leaning over her he rammed His hard cock already wet from her mouth into her pussy. Hearing her scream as He entered her and feeling her pussy muscles clamping around His cock He continues sliding His member in and out of her cunt. Deeper and harder and faster each time until it felt He was trying to come out of her mouth through the other side. He took His hands and reached around to her breasts laying His body against her back to help support Him as He massaged and pulled and tweaked her nipples.

Hearing her scream from the ecstasy He was causing her body to feel, the sounds she was making was making His own pleasure build up inside of His cock as it was getting harder filling up with His own juices. He could feel she was getting ready to cum and He smacked her ass and told her, "No, not yet, I will tell you when you may cum!" She whimpered again as she knew she would not be able to hold her juices in much longer. 

"Oh Master please be kind, girl can't hold it much longer, she feels like the pleasures You have caused her body is going to make her explode. please Master she begs of You let her cum!" He laughs at her as He loves to hear her beg and how much pleasure He is bringing His slave. Knowing how she is at His mercy as to if He will allow her the sweet release or not. 

He pulls His cock slowly out of her pussy until it's almost all the way out and then He rams it back into her as He feels His own juices flowing from His member He tells her, "Now my sweet slut cum for your Master and mix your juices with His. She screams a scream that echoes through the woods as her hot sweet cum explodes from her body and her muscles clamp around His cock feeling as though they are trying to milk all His juices from Him. Feeling her body shake as His was too, T/they collapse on the blanket Him lying on top of her body He takes the blindfold off to show her that it has been Master all along. She turns her head and weary from the work out she looks into His eyes and sees the pleasure in them and He sees the love in her eyes that she has for Him and they kiss as T/they curl up in E/each O/others arms. He reassures her of His pleasure and love for her.



The Abduction



Lyssa had met Ruth Ormand one day while working as a volunteer for a school fund raiser being held at their local fair grounds. It was a fund raiser for her granddaughters school to raise money for new band uniforms. The uniforms the kids currently had were more then twenty years old, most of them having some sort of mending repair somewhere on them from twenty years of use.

Ruth had sat on the school board for fifteen years. Her only son had been a band member when he attended school in their small town of Charlotte before he had been killed by a hit and run driver when he was seventeen years old. He and a friend were riding their bikes back to their homes after band practice that day. They were getting ready for their homecoming game that Friday night, so it was practice every night after school leading up to the game.

A dozen or more eye witness's saw the accident, all reporting the same facts to the police officers who had been called to the scene. A old Chevy pickup, red in color with the tailgate missing had hit the boys. The description of the driver was of a man wearing a dark colored ball cap, having a full beard, wearing a green plaid shirt, probably flannel considering it was late October. They had all guessed his age to be somewhere between late forties to late fifties, nobody had recognized him as being a local resident.

Within ten minutes of the accident being reported the city police had contacted all County and State Police Posts with the APB (all points bulletin) to be on the lookout for the truck that had fled the scene. All major highways and secondary roads leading out of Charlotte were being covered yet they never found the truck.

Ruth's son had died instantly at the scene and for that she had always been thankful, his friend hadn't been so lucky. 

Paul had massive head injuries along with numerous broken bones throughout his body. Four days after the accident the doctors declared him brain dead, he had no brain activity at all. 

His parents had decided to end all life support knowing that their son would never come out of the coma he was in and if by some miracle he did, he would be a vegetable the rest of his life and they didn't want that for their son. Two days after life support had stopped he passed away quietly.

Ruth and her husband had both been only children, both of their parents had passed away years ago. When their son had died it had ended their family line with no other relatives left living besides Ruth. Her husband had passed away three years after their son had died from a massive heart attack.

Lyssa had been one of the volunteers who had helped set up the huge barn and grounds for all the activities that had been planned for the day. 

They had a huge yard sale where all residents and business owners had donated things for the yard sale, all of the proceeds of the sale would go towards the purchase of the uniforms. 

They had contracted a small amusement company that had set up a small carnival at the rear of the fair grounds. They had two game booths with the usual carnival prizes that all proceeds went to the school as well. 

The local golf course had arranged for area golfers to pay a fifty dollar entrance fee for a chance to win a new Dodge Durango from the local Dodge dealer. Twenty five dollars of the entry fee would be donated to the school with the rest going to cover the costs of the carts being used. Anyone who shot a hole in one in a regular eighteen hole game would get the new Dodge Durango. 

Bingo was scheduled to start at six pm with all sales for cards, specials, and refreshments going to the school. To end the day and thank all those who had volunteered to help and all those who supported the fund raiser by coming they had a fireworks display at ten thirty.

Lyssa had worked closely with Ruth for months preparing for all the events and had become good friends over those months. The school had ended up raising more then fifty thousand dollars. They were able to buy all new uniforms as well as make some very needed repairs to the bleachers, refreshment stand and the outdoor bathrooms got updated. There would be no reason for local government to ask for higher taxes the following year to make those repairs.

Ruth's husband had owned a small tool and die business that had employed around a hundred and ten employees from the area. Her husband had a good business head and through some very good investments they had become very wealthy over the years. 

Ruth made annual donations to various charities in the small community and was especially proud of having set up what she had called Safe Haven for all area children of working parents or those children who needed a safe place to be if their home environments were less then loving. 

She hated anyone to refer to the children as "latch key kids." Safe haven was not that at all, it not only provided a safe place for children of low income families to be until their parents got out of work, who might not otherwise be able to afford child care, but also for those kids who were neglected at home. 

She had three regular nurses who were on staff along with many others who donated eight hours of their time a month to Safe Haven. Even children who were ill were taken care of in a special section of Safe haven. Parents would not have to miss work to take care of a sick child. 

She had two women who ran the kitchen, both were dieticians, they made sure that the three meals a day that was provided to each child was healthy and good for them. She had arranged with the local dairy to provide for free the daily deliveries of milk. Area grocery stores donated vegetables and canned goods each month, the area farmers all donated pigs, cows and chickens that were all slaughtered and packaged then kept in the three huge freezers Ruth had donated herself. 

Ruth was so protective of the children who came to Safe Haven that during the slaughter of the animals each year members of the food and drug association, USDA inspectors and national health departments were there to oversee that everything was done correctly and above the national standards.

The first five years after she had established Safe Haven she used to hold a fund raiser once a year in New York to raise funds to pay for those who worked there and the upkeep of the building and facilities. She was tired of all the fund raising and all that it entailed so she came up with what she called "Contracts From The Heart". 

She asked each person or company to sign a five year guaranteed donation contract to give a set amount that they offered each year for five years. At the end of the fifth year to thank them for their support and to try to get them to continue with that support for another five years she would throw a huge thank you party for all those who were contract donators. 

For the past three years she had arranged for a ten day cruise to various parts of the world for her supporters. They had taken an Alaskan cruise, one to Aruba and last year, the Greek Isles.

She had met Lyssa when she volunteered to help with the preparations for the school fund raiser. They had hit it off immediately, she loved Lyssa's straight forwardness and the genuine love she held for all children and animals. Another thing she liked about Lyssa is that although she had very little, what she did have she was proud of and not ashamed of either.

Lyssa was fifty four years old, fourteen years younger then Ruth who was sixty eight. Her hair was a medium blond color spattered with gray. The whole effect made her hair look like it had been streaked professionally at a salon. Ruth was positive that Lyssa had no idea how attractive her hair was or Lyssa herself for that matter. 

She had the prettiest blue eyes that seemed to twinkle when she smiled. Her smile and natural kindness always won over all the children who stayed at Safe Haven. She was heavy set but that still didn't detract from her attractiveness. 

For the past ten years she had been working in one of the towns restaurants as a short order cook. She lived on the outskirts of town in one of three trailer parks that were located just outside of the city limits. She had bought her used trailer on a land contract fifteen years ago after her divorce. The many times that Ruth had been there her place had always been neat and tidy. Hanging on her walls were many pictures of her grandchildren and her two daughters along with different hand crafted things that Ruth later found out Lyssa had made herself.

Ruth had asked Lyssa to meet her for lunch the following day after the fund raiser, she had a proposition for her that Ruth was hoping she would accept. If Lyssa accepted the proposition it would benefit both of them immensely.

Lyssa didn't know what Ruth wanted she just told her when she asked her that she would tell her tomorrow. Ruth's maid ushered Lyssa into Ruth's sun room. It was her favorite room in the whole house. It was so relaxing to sit there and look out on the large woods and small pond at the back of her property. The room was painted in pale shades of greens and yellows. Live plants were spattered throughout the room with big overstuffed chairs placed in strategic places to offer the best views of the outdoors.

"Sit down Lyssa and take a load off your feet," Ruth said smiling up at her friend.

"So my friend what's up? What's so important that you couldn't tell me last night?"

"I have a proposition for you Lyssa one I'm hoping you will accept."

"Your being very slow getting to the point my friend, are you coming down with Alzheimer disease already,"she said with a wink.

"I'm getting old dear, and I'm getting tired. I find myself bogged down with so many everyday things that I'm having a hard time making time for everything else that is important to me. I can't keep up with everything unless I get some help."

"Of course I'll help, what do you need me to do?"

"I want you to come work for me Lyssa. I want to hire you to be my personal assistant. It would help me out tremendously and get you out of that greasy restaurant."

"Are you serious Ruth? What would you have me do? I wouldn't have a clue how to be a personal assistant."

"Nonsense my dear, you will be perfect for the job. I would need you to keep all my appointments straight, sort out what are the most important that I would need to deal with personally and you deal with the lesser important ones for me, that would free up so much valuable time believe me. I would also let you take over anything to do with household needs such as arranging for plumbers, electricians, paying the monthly bills etc. So what do you think?"

"Ruth it sounds wonderful, are you absolutely sure you want me as your assistant?"

"Lyssa you're the only one I could depend on and trust, but more importantly, you're my friend and we get along fabulously!"

"Oh god Ruth I have wanted to get out of that kitchen more and more each day. I find it harder and harder to make myself go to work. I'm so sick of the grease, heat, and feeling like a french fry when I get home from work. Ok, I accept when do I start?"

That was six months ago, Lyssa had become a valuable employee to Ruth. As far as Ruth was concerned she was irreplaceable. Ruth had convinced Lyssa to move into her home three months ago. Lyssa was always there till late at night so Ruth decided it would be better for the both of them if she moved into one of the upstairs bedrooms. 

Ruth had contractors come in and knock out a wall or two giving Lyssa her own bedroom, bath and a small living room. It was nice having someone else living in the house again. She just couldn't bare to sell the house, it was way to large for one person but all her memories were here, she couldn't leave them behind.

Lyssa decided to keep her trailer just in case she found herself without a job at some point in time. She paid her monthly lot rent along with her small electric and gas bills and still had quite a bit of money to sock away in the bank. She had the water heater shut off, the gas on the furnace was off during all the warmer months and she had a plumber empty all the pipes and lines so they wouldn't freeze in the winter months.

"Lyssa how many RSVP's have we gotten back so far," Ruth asked her.

"All of them. The last two came in this morning. I've already confirmed with the airline two hundred first class reservations and the hotels have been confirmed as well so we are all set in that direction. I finally got the buses reserved for the sight seeing trips that have been arranged. So far everything is going perfectly."

"Are you sure you won't come with me tomorrow? I would really like for you to meet Bomani Lyssa you two would get along wonderfully, besides he's good looking, single and I stress the word "single", and has piles of money. Oh, I almost forgot he also comes from royal blood."

"Ruth you know I have no interest in meeting any man, why do you keep trying to set me up with your friends?"

"Because, it's not healthy for you to be alone my dear, you have so much to offer a man and so much love to share with someone."

"Share? Relationships aren't based on sharing my friend, they are usually built on lies and deceit, with someone doing whatever it takes to get the end results they are looking for."

Ruth found out about Lyssa's failed marriage one night during a thunderstorm. They had lost power and were relaxing with a couple of drinks by candlelight in her sun room watching the storm outside. She had a generator but Ruth enjoyed the beauty and power of a storm. She learned that Lyssa too enjoyed storms, the wilder the better she had said. 

"I don't know about you but the wilder the storm the more my adrenalin pumps,"Lyssa remarked to Ruth.

"Lyssa may I ask you a personal question?"

"You know you can ask me anything Ruth, isn't that what friends are all about?"

"Ok, why did you get divorced?"

Straight and to the point that was Ruth alright. Her failed marriage was not something she liked to talk about but Ruth deserved to know. She had made life much easier for her and she knew Ruth would never tell a soul.

"I was a fool Ruth, I married for love and I assumed he had also. I was head over heals in love with Ryan. At first I couldn't believe he had chosen me over all the pretty girls that threw themselves at him. He seemed so loving, caring and sincere that I believed all his lies right from the start. He was none of those things, I was nothing more then an easy mark for him. Three months after we were married he lost his job. He told me they were cutting back and he was low man in seniority so he was one of the first to go. I later found out that he just walked into work and told them he quit."

"I felt bad for him, I knew what it was like to lose a job with no warning so I felt sorry for my husband. When he told me that they had denied his unemployment I couldn't believe it. I told him they couldn't do that after laying him off. He told me not to worry that he had asked for an appeal and a hearing had been set three months from then. He said he would look for other work and again I believed him. He'd leave every morning to look for a job and still be gone when I left for work in the afternoon. At night he would tell me he applied everywhere and hopefully would get a job soon.

Another month had passed and he still hadn't found work. I was really starting to worry then as I hadn't yet told him I was pregnant for Jasmine. I was a little over two months along but being big to begin with my pregnancy didn't show yet. I was four months pregnant when I finally told him. He wasn't happy at all. I had assumed it was just because he was worried about not being able to provide for his family especially with a child on the way.

A couple of weeks later a friend from work said her husband had run into Ryan at a bar he stopped at with friends after work one night. He had told her that Ryan was making out with some pretty young thing who worked at the bar. I was devastated when she told me that and at first I didn't believe it. I confronted Ryan about it when he came home that night.

He didn't even try to lie about it Ruth. I was crying and asking him why when he told me to get real. He said I was so stupid to even believe that he had loved me for one minute. I was in shock Ruth, I didn't understand anything. I asked him why he had married me and he told me because he knew I would support him as long as I thought he loved me. 

Then to turn the knife in a little bit deeper, he said he had to take a few drinks before he could even fuck me. His words exactly, said it was never making love because I turned his stomach, it was only fucking to make me think he loved me. I walked out the door and never looked back. I'll never make the same mistake again."

"I'm so sorry Lyssa. Nobody deserves to be treated that way. I hope you nailed him for child support, bet that pissed him off royally."

"Nope, didn't want a dime from him, didn't want him to have any reason to come into our lives. I did write and tell him when Jasmine was born and he wrote back, a nice short note that said, "what makes you think I care."

"Shit Lyssa, he was worthless from the get go. What about Jasmine, did she ever want to see her father?"

"No. Even when he tried to contact her a few years ago she told him to get lost."

Many nights Ruth had thought about that conversation after Lyssa had poured out the horrid story to her. No wonder she never wanted anything to do with another man. Yet she felt that Lyssa really did want to find love, at least Ruth knew she thought about it. If she hadn't, she wouldn't read so many of those paperback romance novels she was always reading.

Ruth knew that Bomani was interested in Lyssa. He had been at her house one day late last summer for lunch while he was in the states on business. He was sitting in the sun room out of sight of Lyssa but still able to see her when she had stopped to drop off a list of business donations that had been made for the school fund raiser. After Lyssa left he had asked Ruth who her attractive friend was.

Ruth had mentioned to him on the phone when they were talking about her upcoming thank you party that Lyssa was now working for Ruth and would be coming on the trip with her. He had been thrilled to hear that and told her he was looking forward to meeting her.

Bomani was in town to go over some final details on the upcoming party. He had helped Ruth with many of the overseas details. Bomani was also one of Ruth's contracts of the heart supporter. They were meeting for lunch the following day and he had suggested she bring Lyssa along. Ruth was disappointed that Lyssa wouldn't go with her, she knew that if the two of them met there would be fireworks between them.

The baggage handler had just loaded the last of their luggage into the waiting taxi that would take them to their hotel. They arrived three days before Ruth's guests would be arriving to make sure that everything was set and on schedule down to the last little detail.

From the moment they landed Lyssa was filled with excitement. She had never been anywhere outside of her own state and to be standing on the dusty tarmac of the airport terminal in Cairo Egypt was one place she never dreamed of being. She had never seen so many people in one place at one time.

"I can see you're excited Lyssa. As soon as we unpack at the hotel we shall go get a bite to eat."

Lyssa was grateful that Ruth had insisted on going shopping in New York before they left for their trip. The light cotton clothes were needed in the heat of the city. Ruth had also explained to Lyssa that the Egyptian people frowned on foreigners showing to much skin so they made sure they dressed accordingly.

The suite Ruth had reserved for them was beautiful, her bathroom was as big as her bathroom and sitting room combined. Thank god the room s were air-conditioned they would have a nice place to retreat to when they got tired of sightseeing.




The Abduction



"I'm not really hungry and with this heat I think I'll just have some fruit and salad," Lyssa said.

"Me also, the less food in the stomach the easier it will be to get used to this heat. I think we should retire right after we've eaten so we can be rested for tomorrow's sightseeing."

When they had first arrived Ruth had made sure that all of her guests were taken care of and set in their rooms. Once that was done her guests were on their own. She and Lyssa would not be going on all the tours she had set up for them.

Lyssa couldn't take her eyes off all the hustle and bustle going on around them in the streets. Children running all around, women carrying huge baskets upon their heads, tourists snapping pictures all around them, she noticed that some women wore the veils that covered their faces while others did not, it must be just a matter of choice she assumed.

She was watching some men getting up on their camels when she noticed four men sitting at a table to their far left. They were staring at them and it gave Lyssa the shivers. Two of them had their faces covered with part of their turbans, she would have to see if that is what they are called when they retired and she got a chance to read the two books she had brought with her about the people and customs of Egypt. One of the men looked as if he might be scowling, his eyes partially closed and the furrow in his brow gave you that impression. 

"Ruth are my clothes alright, should I not be looking around so much, is that considered rude to do so," Lyssa asked.

"No dear you're fine, why do you ask?"

"See those men over there, they keep staring at us. I thought I might have done something wrong."

Ruth smiled at her friend. Lyssa was so sure she had done something wrong to garner the stares from the Egyptian men.

"Are you afraid they might harm us like one of the damsels in your romance novels? It's your hair dear, Egyptian men are always curious about women with light hair."

Lyssa didn't glance in the direction of the men again during their meal, she would be embarrassed if they were still staring at them. They finished their meal and walked back across the busy street to their hotel. They had just arrived at their suite when Ruth asked Lyssa if she would go to the little pharmacy that was right beside the hotel and get her some Tylenol. She was starting to get a headache from the heat and didn't have any with her.

Lyssa found the aspirin straight away, she noticed some lemon drops by the cashier and decided to get some. The lemony flavor would taste wonderful while she was reading her books.

She had only taken about four steps when a old van came to a screeching stop at the curb on her right, two men jumped out and grabbed her before she could scream, covering her mouth with a tight hand they tossed her in the van then sped off. Surely someone has seen what happened and reported the abduction to the Egyptian police she was praying. 

Strong hands held her down while someone tied a scarf tightly across her mouth then covered her entire head with some kind of bag or sack. Lyssa put up a good fight, kicking and twisting making it hard for the men to keep her still. The van came to a sudden halt then she felt another pair of hands on her holding her down while her hands were tied in front of her. As soon as they had her hands tied they lifted them above her head and hooked the rope on some sort of hook hanging from the roof of the van.

"Keep quiet and be still and you won't be hurt," a gruff voice snarled at her.

Lyssa was terrified, she didn't know why these men would kidnap her. Oh my god she thought to herself, they must have her mistaken for somebody else. The van started moving again and it wasn't long before Lyssa had lost track of how much time they had been driving.

The van had stopped and she heard the side door open. Someone was lifting her tied hands from the above hook and pulled her to the open door.

"Step down," that gruff voice ordered.

She could hear some animals, sounded like horses and camels both. 

"Stand still."

Someone was lifting her right leg and placing it on some hard object.

"Step up please, two steps please, she was turned around and told to sit down.

Lyssa realized she was on a camel when the animal begin to stand upright and the thing she was sitting in began to sway back and forth. After they had been moving for a while one of the men removed the covering and gag from her. Fresh air she thought as she gulped in a huge breath. She surveyed the surroundings around her, desert, nothing but desert for as far as the eye could see!

Where were they taking her? She looked more closely at the men who had abducted her from in front of the hotel and realized they were the same men she had seen in the café earlier that evening.

"Where are you taking me," she asked her abductors?

"Be quiet woman! You will find out in due time," she was told.

The man sitting across from her rose and placed a blanket across her shoulders, wrapping it tightly around her. He must have seen her shiver from the cool night air. So they weren't completely uncaring of her circumstances it seemed.

It seemed like hours had passed since she was taken. Lyssa was exhausted from the long ride and the whole ordeal and found her eyes closing. She didn't know how long she had been asleep when she heard one of the men yelling to another that they had arrived.

She came instantly awake, looking around to see where they were. In front of her she could see tents all around, there must have been a dozen or more of them. People were walking about doing various things all of them watching her as they passed by. They stopped in front of a huge tent, the camel was getting down so that they could embark from it's back.

Some steps were placed beside the camel so that Lyssa could step down onto solid ground. She was pulled to the tent opening and led inside.

Sitting in the center of the tent was a man who she instantly recognized as the one who had been frowning at her at the café. There were dozens and dozens of huge pillows scattered around the tent. Two women were busy sitting food on a small floor table next to the man. Lyssa was scared and uncomfortable he hadn't taken his eyes from her since she had come inside his tent.

"Untie her," a deep masculine voice ordered.

As soon as she was untied the man waved his hand in a dismissing manner and everyone left the tent, closing the flap on the tent as the last one disappeared outside.

"Come here," she was ordered.

Lyssa didn't move, she was frightened and shaking.

"I said come here, I will not ask again," he told her pointing to a spot across the table from him telling her to sit down.

Lyssa moved slowly to the spot he had pointed to and sat down slowly.

"Eat. I'm sure your hungry by now, it's been over twelve hours since you've eaten. I'm sorry I can't offer you anything cold to drink but the juice will help to quench your thirst," he said offering her the glass he had just poured.

"Why have you kidnaped me," she asked?

"Kidnap? Who said anything about kidnaping? No ransom is being asked for you so what makes you think you have been kidnaped?"

When he spoke it gave her chills, his voice was deep and sensuous, his eyes piercing. Hell, this whole thing was right out of the romance novels she was always reading. This just can't be happening she was thinking to herself, it has to be some kind of a joke.

"What do you call taking me by force and against my will," she asked him bluntly?

He stared at her a long time before answering her question. She was even more attractive up close, he had enjoyed watching the sun make her hair dance with fire and lights when she was eating in the café earlier that evening. Again he was feeling that old familiar stirring in his loins. It had been a very long time since he had wanted the company of a woman.

When his wife had died of cancer three years ago it broke his heart. He missed her gentleness, and the way she would play with their grandchildren. Last month would have been their thirty sixth wedding anniversary. 

He hadn't loved his wife when they were first married, but he had grown to care and love her in later years. Their marriage had been arranged between their parents when they were but small children.

He loved his country but even with all the modern convenience's and technology in today's world much of his beloved Egypt still held on to old beliefs and customs. He had made sure his children knew the history of their country but he did not make them practice the customs of the upper bank where they came from. 

He had sent all three of his children to the states to attend school, both of his sons were Harvard graduates and his only daughter was a doctor practicing in the states. She is the only one of his children who was born in the states and has lived there all of her life. He had sent his wife to live there when she was pregnant with her because there was just to much going on in around Egypt at that time and he wanted his family to be safe from harm.

"To answer your question, I took you because I wanted you," he said slowly. "Now I'm sure you would like to freshen up from your long travel, you will be taken to where you may freshen up and clean clothes will be provided for you."

Lyssa could only stare at him in disbelief. He clapped his hands, one of the men who had taken her from the sidewalk appeared.

"Take her to bathe, and make sure she is safe," he waved his hand in that dismissing manner again and the man came to her side pulling her up from the cushions pulling her towards the tent opening.

Lyssa still hadn't found her voice, she was still in shock over what he had said. She found herself standing in front of a small pond, two women were standing there waiting for her.

"We have everything you will need miss, may we help you undress," one of the women asked her?

"Uh, no thank you, I can do it myself," Lyssa said her voice shaking.

"Very well miss, here are all the things you will need, just call out when your finished and we will help you dress."

"I can dress myself, just leave the clothes here please."

Lyssa glanced around the small pond, four men were stationed around the small pond with their backs facing her to make sure she was left alone and safe from others viewing her while she was bathing.

The cool water felt wonderful on her heated skin, it was nice to finally get all the grit from the sand and heat off her body. She made sure no one was looking in her direction when she stepped out of the pool of water. A huge soft towel was left on a small table along with the clothes she was to wear.

She slipped the cool cotton dress over her head. The dress was white cotton with gold trimmings. It was long hanging down to her ankles, the sleeves were also long and loose fitting stopping at just a little above her wrists.

She walked over to where the two women were sitting after she had dressed. 

"What is this called," she asked the women pointing to the dress she was wearing.?

"It is the Hijaab miss, all muslin women wear them miss according to Allah," she was told. 

"Here you go miss, I think these will fit you nicely."

Lyssa was handed a pair of what looked like a pair of slippers to wear. They were made of leather and just a little bit larger then her foot size. As soon as she had the slippers on her feet the man who had led her to the pool was standing at her side to take her back to the tent.

"Come, he is waiting."

Lyssa felt little shivers of fear run down her spine. His statement of "because I want you" kept running through her head. 

He was still sitting where she had left him when she went to bathe only now his face was uncovered and she was able to get a better view of her captor.

The first thing she noticed was how good looking he was. His face was almost free of hair except the mustache covering his upper lip with two lines of beard along the sides of his lips meeting into the beard covering his chin. She believed they called his style of beard a goatee. Didn't matter, whatever it was called it made him look sinister and she had to admit dam sexy looking as well.

"I hope your bath has left you feeling refreshed?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Good. Now I would suggest that you get some sleep, we will be leaving very early in the morning so that we may escape most of the suns heat. Your pajamas are over there on the bed," he said pointing to a large bed at the far end of the tent.

Lyssa just stood there staring at the huge bed. Did he expect her to sleep in his tent? Why did he have everything available that she would need such as the dress she was wearing and the pajamas? There must another reason why he had taken her other then his just because he wanted her reason.

"Please, why did you take me captive, please tell me the truth," she begged him.

"I already told you why. Now do as your told and get ready for bed," he ordered.

"Where do I change, she asked him with tears in her eyes and a shaky voice?

The tears slowly sliding down her cheeks made her look even more beautiful. He felt a overwhelming need to gather her into his arms to comfort her and try to make her understand she was safe with him. 

"This isn't a hotel, you will change over by the bed. You may put your clothes on the chest next to the bed after you have changed into your nightwear."

"Are you going to leave while I change?"

"No."

"Will you please turn your back then?"

"No."

Lyssa looked at the pajamas laying on the foot of the bed. They looked like a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, dark cranberry in color. Well piss on him if he thought he was going to make her feel any more uncomfortable then she already was. She would show him that she didn't scare to easily nor could be to intimidated.

Lyssa picked up the shorts, she lifted the hem of the dress up to her knees then stepped into the shorts. She pulled them up above her knees then let the dress fall back down to her ankles while she tugged at the shorts under the dress until she got them all the way up. 

Next she pulled her arms out of the sleeves of the dress, leaving the dress hanging down to her waist. She picked up the top and slipped her arms into the arm openings. She let the dress fall down to her knees again and maneuvered the dress over her head so she could pull the top on without getting out of the dress.

Lyssa heard his laughter as she pulled the dress off now that she had the pajamas on underneath.

"Very good my dear, but let me make something clear to you. In the future that little trick will not work again. The next time I tell you to disrobe you will do so or I will do it for you. Do I make myself clear on that point," he said in a threatening voice.

Lyssa said nothing. She would not acknowledge his threat.

"Answer me, do you understand," he said, while standing and advancing towards her?

He was standing directly in front of her, he towered over her making her feel small and insecure. She could tell that he was a powerfully built man even under all his lose clothing and could probably break her neck with hardly any effort at all. She was visibly shaking, she actually felt the blood drain from her before she fainted.

He had managed to grab her before she collapsed at his feet. He had scared her into fainting. He gently lifted her, laying her slowly down onto the mattress of the bed. He couldn't help himself as he gently touched her cheek, wiping away the remains of her tears. She began to stir and he stood up.

Lyssa opened her eyes to find him standing above her. She was laying in the center of the bed, he must have put her there after she had fainted. She could only stare up at him wondering what was to happen to her next.

For long moments he didn't move, only looking down on her. Then he began to remove his outer coverings. When he removed his covering on his head she saw his thick full head of black hair. She noted he had very little grey in his hair yet he must be close to her age. Must be good living she thought to herself. His voice brought her back to the reality of her situation.

"Do not fear me, at least not tonight. You will sleep undisturbed this evening, but you will sleep at my side and in my arms. His chest was the only thing that was bare, he had left his pants on when he lay down beside her pulling her into his arms.

She lay stiffly in his arms until she could no longer keep her eyes open. Her body began to relax before she slipped off into slumber.

He had gotten very little sleep. His body reacted to the warm body laying in his arms. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep his body under control. Every time she stirred in his arms his body would react to her. It was the wee hours of the night before he had finally managed to sleep.

Lyssa was warm, she naturally sought out the heat that surrounded her, moving closer to it's comfort. As she became more awake she came to her senses remembering where she was and who was holding her.

"Let me up, let me go please," she begged pushing against his smooth chest.

"Not so fast, I find that I am very hungry this morning and will need to taste your lips before we begin our journey," he said as his mouth descended on hers.

The blood in his loins was hot, it flowed through his veins as quickly as the wind blew the desert sands during a sand storm. At first she fought him, but he was able to subdue her quickly forcing his mouth into a deeper kiss until she gave up as he made love to her mouth with his. He broke off the kiss before things got totally out of control. Here was not the place or time to take her. There would be time enough when they reached his summer home. 

"Get dressed, we leave within the hour." he told her as he stood up and began dressing.

Getting the dress on over the pajamas was a lot easier then putting on the pajamas underneath it.

"I need to use the restroom,"she informed him shyly. She knew she was not going to get the luxury of a real bathroom and was afraid that she would have to squat behind some tree where she might be seen, but nature was calling and she would just have to deal with it.

"Zoe come here," he called out. Please show our guest to the restroom he ordered her when she appeared.

Zoe led Lyssa outside and behind the tent. About fifty yards from the tent she saw the port-a-potty and laughed out loud. Even out in the desert they had a little measure of privacy and modern conveniences to make life a little easier. Seeing the portable facilities out here in the desert had instantly made her laugh, without conscious thought.

Within thirty minutes their were on their way. In a short time Lyssa noticed other people set along their route. This must be an awfully large oasis she was thinking to herself as she had yet seen any more desert. It seemed like it was getting populous as they moved on.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To my home."

"What is the name of this place," she asked?

"This is the oasis of Bahariya. The people here are the Wahati people who are direct descendants of the many people who originally came here. It has become a large tourist area as well. Visitors come here to see the antiquities that have been unearthed as well as to see the beautiful white and black deserts surrounding it. This road we are on connects to Cairo and was built in the seventies."

If she could make her escape she would at least know that this road would lead her straight back to Cairo. She hoped that wherever it was that he lived would be close enough to be able to find her way back here.

"Is your home near here," she asked.

"No, I live in Alexandria on the Mediterranean Sea."

Lyssa became quiet, he looked as if he were deep in thought. His brows were furrowed again as if concentrating on something of importance. He had made her wear a head covering, telling her that her hair would attract to much attention. He told her they had to be careful because if someone else took a liking to her they might not be as considerate of her as he was.




The Abduction



Suddenly they stopped and orders were given to the camel to kneel down. He stepped down first then helped her down. He held her hand tightly probably thinking that she might make a run for it.

"It won't do you any good to scream either my dear. Everyone will just assume that you are a misbehaving wife and I am taking you home to punish you," he told her pulling her to the waiting car and driver that was there awaiting their arrival.

He pushed her into the back seat of the car, then followed her in.

"We will be driving the rest of the way, in a hour or so we shall be at my home."

Lyssa said nothing, she didn't even bother to look in his direction. She could smell the sea air and knew that they must be getting close to their destination. They turned on a side street that seemed to stretch for miles before turning onto another that led them to his home.

Lyssa sat and stared at the house as they came closer to it. This was not a house, it was more like a palace. Ruth's home was a huge mansion but Lyssa thought that they could probably fit Ruth's home inside of this one with no problems and lots of room to spare. They had entered through large iron gates, two men were there that opened the gates electronically for them to enter. Lyssa assumed they were guards of some kind.

Three men and four women were waiting on the steps when they arrived. The men immediately went about unloading the cars as they got out. He pulled her from the car leading her up the steps.

"Everything is prepared as you ordered sir," one of the older women addressed him as he approached her.

"Thank you Amisi, please take my guest to her rooms and help her with her bath. As soon as she is dressed bring her to the sun room, we shall have lunch in there Amisi."

"Please follow me miss," she turned to lead the way to the rooms that had been prepared for her.

Her rooms were more like a small house. She was given this huge sitting room, a dressing room, the bedroom was as large as her entire trailer was, the bed was huge and looked like it could sleep six people comfortably, but her bath was something else entirely. 

There was a private room that housed the toilet and sinks, there was even a small TV and radio on shelves in every room she had been in. There was a huge shower enclosure but no tub. Well that's ok because she had always preferred a shower over a bath anyway she thought to herself. 

Amisi led her into yet another room and there she saw the small pool where two women were standing waiting for her to arrive. They had towels wrapped around their heads and both were wearing what looked like bathing suits.

"This is Aloli and Bahiti miss they are your personal servants and will help you with your bath.

"Thank you Amisi but I can bathe myself, you can send them to do whatever else it is that they do around here"

"I'm sorry miss but his orders are that you are to be bathed."

"I understand that Amisi but as I said I can do it myself, Lyssa stated adamantly.

Amisi looked as if she were about to say something else then turned and walked out of the room. Lyssa was trying to make the other two understand that she would not be needing their help when the door slammed open with a bang.

All three of the women had jumped at the thunderous sound and turned to look at the perpetrator. 

"How dare you try to dismiss my orders," he yelled advancing on her.

Lyssa stood her ground even though his anger scared her.

"I can bath myself sir, thank you for your kindness but I can manage by myself."

His eyes spoke volumes and Lyssa stepped back in fear of this man and his anger.

"Either you let them help you with your bath or I will Lyssa," he said in a soft menacing voice.

When he said her name it sent shivers down her spine, she liked the way her name rolled off his lips. Those lips which had kissed her so passionately earlier that morning. She couldn't take her eyes off his lips until she felt him grab her shoulders jerking her hard up against his body.

"Leave!"

The women left quickly closing the door behind them.

"You are going to learn to obey me Lyssa. You will do what I say, when I say from now on or suffer the consequences."

Before Lyssa could reply he reached in front of her grabbing the front of the dress ripping it from her body. Her bra and panties followed as he ripped them from her as well. Then he was pushing her into the small pool. Lyssa came up from under the water spitting out the water that she had gulped in when she went under the water. Now she was pissed!

"How dare you! You have no right to treat me this way," she yelled at him.

"I have every right, you belong to me now, and I will do to you whatever I like so you better get used to it."

As he spoke to her in his soft threatening voice he began removing his clothes. Lyssa was in shock as she realized what he was about to do. She couldn't take her eyes from him as she watched in horror as he became naked before her.

He was a powerfully built man as she had assumed earlier last night. Broad in the shoulders, his chest broad and powerful looking, with just a small amount of hair across his chest. Oh my, she thought to herself as her gaze wondered lower, Allah had been very good to him and for just a fleeting moment Lyssa wondered how he would feel inside her before coming to her senses.

He stepped down into the water, moving slowly across to where she was huddled in the corner of the pool. He had noticed how she had looked at his body and had been pleased with the reaction he had noticed. He hadn't intended on this happening so soon but her tenacity at trying to counter his orders had driven him to this. Her defiance drew him in like a magnet, he would tame this woman and when he was through she would be purring like a kitten in his arms.

"Stay away from me," she ordered trying to move to the other corner of the pool. 

He was to quick for her, reaching for her he pulled her roughly into his arms.

His mouth clamped down hard on hers, bruising her lips. His kiss was one that demanded surrender. He was getting more angry by the moment as Lyssa kept her teeth closed tightly to prevent his tongue from entering.

Lyssa would not give up easily, her fear of this man gave her the strength to fight him with everything she had. She was clawing his sides with her nails, her feet were striking his shins under the water. She twisted and turned as best she could, which was not a real good idea because every move she made with her body brought her into contact with his. She felt his desire pressing into her as she fought his attack.

The more she fought him the more he wanted her. He grabbed her wrists pulling her arms behind her, he pressed her tightly up against the side of the pool forcing his leg between hers. Dam she was a strong woman he was thinking, every time his mouth tried to capture hers she would twist her face away from him.

"Let me go," she screamed at him!

"Never! Your mine and you will surrender yourself to me woman!

He pulled her through the water over to where he had dropped his clothes when he disrobed. He grabbed the sash that he used to bind his tunic at the waist. He chose to keep his tied at the waist instead of worn loose as was the ancient custom of Egyptian men and is still worn today by most Egyptian men.

He had to release his hold on Lyssa long enough to tie a loop on one end of the sash. She had tried to get away from him but he had reached out, grabbing a handful of her hair pulling her back to him. He grabbed her arms pulling them behind her slipping the loop over one of her wrists, then he wrapped the sash around the other wrist effectively binding her arms behind her.

He spun her around to face him pressing her back against the side of the pool, pressing his body hard against hers. He wanted her fully aware of his desire for her.

"You will pay for the wounds you have inflicted Lyssa. He reached up to her hair, twisting her hair in his hand as he did so.

"I'm going to make love to you Lyssa."

"It won't be making love it will be rape," she spat at him through clenched teeth!

"Oh no my pet. There will be no force involved, you are going to give yourself to me willingly. I will not take you by force my dear Lyssa, you are going to beg me to take you and that will not be rape.

As soon as she opened her mouth to disagree he kissed her, forcing his tongue to spar with hers. She tried to twist her mouth away but he held her fast. His kiss went on, drawing her in deeper to his needs. She couldn't help herself, his kiss was as hot as the searing desert, it went on forever, only showing the heat of his desire more as she tried to escape it.

He forced his knee between her legs again, pressing it up towards her womanhood. She was beginning to surrender to his kisses. Her tongue mating with his as his kiss deepened even more. He slid his free hand slowly up her rib cage coming to rest at her breast and began gently kneading it with the palm of his hand. 

He found her nipple, rubbing slow circles around it feeling it harden under his touch. He lightly pinched her nipple, he not only heard but felt her soft moan as his hand continued to caress her breast. He lifted her breast up out from under the water, and tearing his mouth from hers he began to feast on her nipple.

Lyssa couldn't help but feel the pleasure he was inflicting on her, she had tried to block it from her mind but her body gave her away. When his mouth engulfed her nipple another soft moan escaped her lips. He was driving her crazy with desire, the more he nurtured her nipple the more Lyssa was getting lost in his desire.

He let his hand slide down her slick body until he reached the heavenly place that held her nectar of life. Slowly he inserted his finger, finding the warmth he was seeking. His finger was making love to her, warming her to his desire. He felt her body press against his finger wanting a deeper contact. He found her woman's cock and began to massage it slowly, feeling it grow hard beneath his fingertip.

"Are you ready for me Lyssa? Are you ready to accept my seeds of life into your body? To feel me hard and thrusting into your well of life, bringing you pleasure, taking you to the highest plains of the intimate pleasure we can share?"

Lyssa's body was making it hard for her to deny the pleasure she was feeling. Her body was begging for that ultimate pleasure when a man joined himself to a woman, making them one. Right now she wanted to be one with him, she wanted to feel him hard inside her helping her to share in the ecstacy they could give each other.

"Yes!" "Not good enough Lyssa, beg me to take you, make me believe that you willingly want me to take you. Give yourself over to me Lyssa, are you willing to do that?

"Yes!"

"Ask me Lyssa!"

"Please make love to me!"

He reached behind him grabbing a thick towel from the edge of the pool. He placed it behind her head as a cushion. He lifted her hips to him, ramming his hard cock deep inside her. When she wrapped her legs tightly around him it fueled his desire even more. He thrust himself as deep as he could into her making her scream. 

She felt like she was on the verge of fainting again, the pleasure was almost more then she could stand. She had never had a man fill her this way, never had she experienced this height of sexual pleasure before. She wanted to stay fused to him forever, never wanting the pleasure to stop, she was afraid that she would never experience this again.

He felt as if his blood was boiling inside of him. He was on fire for this woman, never had he desired anyone as much as he did Lyssa. The first moment he had seen her he knew he had to have her. She had brought back long forgotten desires he thought he would never have again. With each thrust he knew that he could never let her go.

Lyssa had given in to her baser desires, she was close to arriving at the summit of that final fulfillment. She wanted to touch him as he brought her closer to the end of their mating. She had forgotten that her hands were tied behind her.

"Please untie me, I want to touch you," she begged.

" I can't Lyssa, I'm to close to coming. Come with me pet, share in this glorious passage of pleasure together." 

She was already there, she felt her body convulsing as it gave way to release , within seconds he was joining her, the nectar of their bodies mixing together.

He released his hold on her legs allowing them to float slowly to the floor of the pool. He reached behind her releasing her from her bindings. He held her tenderly for a few moments before reaching for the soap behind her. He began to wash her body. Slowly and tenderly he washed every inch of her, he washed her vagina last, taking special care as he knew he had bruised her inside and out. When he was finished he offered the soap to her.

Lyssa only hesitated a moment before taking it from his hand and began washing him in the same gentle manner as he had done to her. She washed his manhood last as he had done her. Slowly and softly she soaped him, slathering the soap up and down his shaft. She felt him beginning to grow hard again the more her hand rubbed up and down his shaft. When she lathered the soap onto his sack she heard his indrawn breath as his blood warmed again from her touch.

He had only spent his seed in her a few minutes ago and here he was coming alive again just from her touch. Lyssa hadn't taken her eyes from his watching his reactions to her touch. He reached for her but she stayed his hands.

"Please don't. You got what you wanted from me. You made me ask for your touch, I even begged for it as you said I would. I'm not proud of it, my body betrayed me and for that I am ashamed. You took my body but you didn't have me."

He was sorry that she felt so ashamed of herself but dammit, he had wanted her and she had welcomed his advances no matter how much she tried to deny it.

"Then I will have your body, but rest assured that I will have it! Now get dressed it's time for dinner. And Lyssa, let me warn you that when Amisi comes back in to help you dress you will obey and let her help you. Don't bother trying to bribe her to let you take care of yourself because she will not disobey my orders and will report to me if you try. If you don't want a repeat of what just happened I suggest you obey."

He had dressed himself while he was issuing his orders after he had finished then he turned and walked out of the room. Lyssa was still standing in the pool with tears streaming down her face when Amisi returned to help her.

Both of the girls had returned with her. Lyssa was still in shock, not being able to move, the crying was getting worse as were her nerves. Why was this happening to her, people don't go around kidnaping women her age without wanting a ransom. She was to old and didn't have a sexy little body to be sold in the slave trade market.

"Please don't cry miss. If you behave the master will treat you nicely miss."

Lyssa looked at the girl Aloli who had climbed down into the pool with her, she was the one who had asked her not to cry.

"Miss, I am supposed to wash your hair before you get out of your bath," she told her as she poured some shampoo into her hand before gently rubbing it into her hair. 

It had a wonderful scent and when she asked Aloli what it was she was told it was sandalwood. Lyssa was to exhausted to fight anymore and let Aloli go on about washing her hair. She didn't even argue when she found herself being dried by both Aloli and Bahiti. 

They led her back into the dressing room where Bahiti began combing out her long hair and drying it. She used a iron to put waves in her hair then fastened the hair on the left side of her face behind her ear with a beautiful comb.

Aloli put some light powder on her face and a light shade of bronze on her eyelids. She was surprised when Aloli handed her the shade of lipstick she always used that she let her apply herself.

She was led back into the great bedroom where Amisi was waiting with a beautiful black shiny outfit, it had silver stripes running through it, the whole outfit shimmered in the lights.

"What is this called Amisi," she asked her.

"Miss this is a Kaftan set, this is called the Galobyia, the dress part, and the cover up is called the Abbaya," Amisi informed her.

She was given some type of cotton bra and panties to put on then Amisi helped her with her outfit. Lyssa had to admit that the outfit looked good on her and with her long hair hanging down made Lyssa look attractive in the outfit. Amisi told her to follow her that it was time to eat. Lyssa asked her if she could have just a moment to use the restroom first.

When she shut the door she took the panties off. Now where could she put where they wouldn't be found she was wondering looking around her. She decided to stuff them in the one of drawers that were on both sides of the double sinks. Lyssa hated to wear panties, they drove her nuts. She would always fidget around uncomfortably whenever she had to wear them.

Amisi led her into a beautiful room filled with many living plants and a small waterfall in the center of the room that had a calming effect on you as you listened to the soft tinkle of the water. One wall was all windows and looked out upon the Mediterranean Sea. One looked out onto a beautiful garden, the other looked out on a huge swimming pool. A beautiful view in any direction you might look, she was thinking to herself.

"Come sit down Lyssa," her captor said pointing to a spot beside him on a long divan.

She did as he had requested sitting as far away from him as possible and heard his soft chuckle.

"Do you ride Lyssa?"

"You mean on a horse? No."

"Then I shall have to teach you. I ride along the ocean shore every morning and evening. You will enjoy it, it relaxes you when you are one with the horse and god."

"I wanted to ask you a question if I may."

"You can always ask me anything my pet, you just might not always like the answer," he said with laughter in his voice.

"How come you know my name?"

"I had one of my men enquire at your hotel desk."

" Just like that and they told you without asking why?"

"Naturally."

"I don't suppose that your willing to tell me your name? Or am I supposed to call you master," she said with some disgust?

"My name is Baraka, Lyssa."

Just then Aloli and Bahiti came in carrying trays of food that they set on the table in front of them. Two men followed the girls carrying more trays of food.

"Would you like tea Lyssa or coffee?

"I don't drink coffee but I would love some iced tea if you have it or juice if not."

"We are not so backwoods here as you might think Lyssa. We do have many of your western foods and drinks. I can even offer you a Coke or Pepsi Lyssa,"he said with outright laughter.

So he was making fun of her ignorance, so be it!

"In that case I'll have a diet Pepsi then," she told him sarcastically.

They were served a delicious soup, a choice of fish or beef, a wonderful vegetable stew, a salad and some fruits and cheeses for dessert.

The sun had set by the time they had finished dinner. A large full moon was shining down upon the earth. A moonlit night, good food, a handsome man beside you, what more could a woman want. She could want a man who she had chose to be with not one who had kidnaped her she was thinking to herself.

"Come, let's take a walk in the garden," he said offering his hand to help her to her feet.

He led her outside, laying his hand softly in the curve of her back as they entered the garden. The smells were wonderful, all the flowering plants and the smell of the ocean wafting in the cool night air.

"You look lovely Lyssa," he said softly.

She looked up at him. His eyes were searching hers waiting for her to say something, peering deep into her soul. She looked away thanking him.




The Abduction



She'd been awake for a while, but she didn't know exactly how long. Time had become distorted, it was hard to judge accurately and she was still fighting off the effects of whatever drug she'd been given.

She'd woken in complete darkness to the realization that she was tied spread eagle with her hands and feet pulled slightly up from the surface of the "bed" like she was tied to posts near the corners of the "bed".

She'd thought "bed" because whatever it was it was very soft and the coverlet on which she was lying felt velvety to her back and buttocks, which was how she knew she was naked. The room was warm, and smelled of lavender and ylang ylang.

What the hell? Who the fuck has got me and where the FUCK am I? Were her first conscious thoughts, then panic lanced through her as she realized her position... Oh God, whoever it is, please don't let him kill me. Please, please pleasepleaseplease!

The last thing she remembered was leaving the club. The group of guys she usually danced with had either gone home or hooked up with someone and bored with no one to dance; she'd decided to go home too. She'd told her girlfriends bye, gone to her car and was inserting the key in the door when she'd felt a sharp sting on her neck... and that was the last thing she remembered till she'd woken up here wherever that was.

Her head felt fuzzy and her eyes were really dry and itchy, and she was very thirsty. She wished she could see something but the fucking room was jet black; no light of any kind came to her. She pulled at the ropes on her arms and legs, her anxiety increasing as the minutes ticked agonizingly by, but she was held fast. There were some kind of leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. She searched with her fingertips and found sturdy nylon ropes attached to the cuffs with some kind of metal clip.

Her fear infused imagination worked frantically playing every possible scenario trying to make sense of her predicament. But nothing made any sense. She poked and prodded through every detail she could remember about being at the club trying to remember if there had been anyone watching her or anything weird that had happened. But nothing stood out as unusual. It had been like any other time she'd gone to the club to dance with her friends.

Her shoulders were beginning to ache and a tear slipped from the corner of one eye as she strained to hear...anything, see... anything.

A whisper of a noise! A soft slippery sound in the darkness and she froze, her heart thudding painfully in her chest, fear like ice water flowed through her body stirring the gooseflesh that marched across her skin drawing her nipples tight and hard.

What was that? She thought. It sounded like someone breathing softly nearby. Why can't I see anything? It's so freaking' dark, can he see me? GOD, I'm so thirsty...and my eyes itch! She wished she could scratch them.

"Is someone here?" her whisper faded into the darkness. She didn't know why she was whispering, but she knew it would just be too weird to talk loudly.

No answer, just the faint sound of breathing. "Please, don't hurt me. What do you want with me?"

She cursed herself for a stupid question. She was tied up and naked, what did she think the person wanted her for... Really?!

"Please say something." She pleaded her voice soft and shaky; the continued quiet was driving her crazy and she began playing torture scenarios through her mind wondering how long she could endure that sort of thing.

Panicky, she pulled at the tethers, but they held fast. A soft chuckle touched her ear and she froze instantly... it was deep, and soft and husky. A spicy, slightly musky scent drifted toward her.

Mmmm, he smells good... well, that's good, right? At least he's clean. Not a filthy street person. She shook her head at the thought. As if it really matters that your rapist smells good while he's raping you or killing you or worse! Oh, man, this is Karma paying me back for being a pervert! Oh, I knew better! Oh, yeah! I did, but it just felt so good at the time... God! She sniffled and another tear leaked from her eye and slid across her cheekbone and disappeared into her hair. Yep, pretty sure this is God paying me back for all that kinky shit last year with Dennis.

She was pretty sure she had been born with a rape fantasy. Maybe it was a Karmic holdover from a past life. She'd played imaginary bondage games ever since she was a girl imagining herself tied up, held captive by some evil king or something like the heroines in the movies, then as a teenager the fantasies took more serious twists. She'd discovered those bodice-ripper paperbacks especially loving the parts where the handsome Pirate Captain ravishes the beautiful captive against her will, and she...well, kinda likes it and falls in love with him. The Ann Rice Vampire series and others added fuel to the flames. Then as an adult, she discovered internet erotica and her fantasies matured into an obsession. She even had a boyfriend for a while that had played out bondage fantasies with her. They spent whole weekends playing Master/slave role play, but this was way different than that had been. She'd never been afraid when Dennis had tied her up. This was terrifying and she thought her heart was going to burst from her chest any minute.

Oh, God!

He was on the (bed, mattress, what?) his body radiating heat between her thighs. He wasn't touching her but she knew he was only inches from her skin. She wished she could see him, and more importantly, see where his cock was!

Is he fixing to... Oh God, Please don't let him hurt me!

"Please say something...what do you want with me? Please don't hurt me."

Another amused chuckle, then lips hot, wet, on the soft inside of her thigh sucking gently on the tender flesh slowly moving downward to stop just before touching her pussy. She had been holding her breath and gasped when he abruptly withdrew, the sound raw and ragged to her ears.

Then, "Oh, fuck!" slipped softly from her lips as his hands slid beneath her butt and his hot mouth found her clit and sucked it, licking gently and sucking at the moist folds beneath it before again, withdrawing.

She lay motionless panting shallowly and completely aroused, waiting for whatever was coming next, and completely horrified by the knowledge that she was so turned on.

His fingers; gripped her clit, rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger. She arched her hips with pleasure, her belly on fire.

What is he...oh, oh, yeah...mmm. Oh, fuck it's been so long since I got laid! How fucked up is this?

She wriggled ecstatically in his hands, encouraging his explorations, gasping with delight when two thick digits slid firmly inside her. He laid his other hand on top of her soft belly and pressed down as he curled his fingers into an upward hook and began to stroke the palm of the hand on her belly, slow, deep strokes that set her on fire. She groaned darkly and arched her back as far as she could using the ropes to leverage herself into a better position.

"Hmmm... you are dripping wet my little kitten. You have my whole hand soaked in your juices. Such a good girl." And he kissed her, a long deep kiss, her holding her face as he did so with the hand that had been inside of her, smearing her juices on her cheeks, he broke the kiss to lick the juices from her cheeks, then took her mouth again his tongue plunging deep inside and she could taste herself on his tongue and it inflamed her. The thought snaked through her mind, "What kind of pervert am I to get turned on by the guy who's raping me?"

But the thought dissolved into a mist of lust as hot soft lips traveled down her body trailing lava hot kisses down her neck, the curve of her breast, her belly. He lowered his body onto her and she felt the weight of him as he wrapped his arms around her. He was tall, and she wished her legs were loose so she could wrap them around him. His cock lay tantalizingly between her thighs, the head just touching the entrance of her pussy, teasing her relentlessly. She groaned... an animal sound of lust and longing and tried to maneuver his cock inside her. But he wouldn't let her. He just kept stroking her and kissing her mouth, her eyes, the curve of her nose. His cock bobbed against her pussy with each kiss teasing her with its presence till she thought she would scream.

His lips touched hers and clung softly, his tongue sliding softly into her mouth to taste hers in a lover's caress and she kissed him back matching his lips, his tongue till she was almost insane with desire for him.

"Who are you?" she whispered into his ear as he was snuggling kisses on her neck. "Oh, God, I don't even care who you are, just fuck me, please..."

An approving chuckle rewarded her words, but his cock stayed where it was tormenting her with its closeness. He rubbed himself against her. The hair on his chest soft and silky and she found his neck and bit him softly urging him on. He slid down her and took her nipple in his mouth tonguing it teasing the nipple biting it playfully and she arched her back into his mouth wanting him till she thought she'd explode. He continued down her belly and she felt his mouth on her pussy and moaned her delight as his tongue found her clit and sucked it again flicking it gently as three fingers slipped inside her again curling up into the magic spot, stroking it firmly while he sucked her into a frenzy.

"Oh... God... yes. My God, please don't stop!" The slow burn that had been building in her belly was now a wildfire, her body was covered with gooseflesh and her nipples were so hard they hurt. Her body began to quiver, and pulled back to lay on top of her his twitching cock teasing her mercilessly again.

She groaned softly whispering into his ear as he gently bit her neck, "Please, please... I want to feel you inside me!" and he chuckled again and slid off her.

He released her ankles and wrists from the restraining ropes. Then he slid between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him close trying to maneuver his cock inside her, but he held back, and kissed her neck biting it gently and making her moan with frustration.

He wrapped his arms around her one hand beneath her head. His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply his tongue teasing hers as he slowly slid his cock inside her slick wet pussy. He was large and thick and filled her perfectly and she groaned and arched against him pulling him deeper inside her body grinding her pelvis against him deliciously as the burn flared into flames again.

He began long slow strokes in and out plunging deep with every push until she was moaning rhythmically in time to his movements. They moved in perfect rhythm together her pussy clinging to him as he withdrew welcoming him in when he returned the muscles inside her milking him in between strokes till he was moaning softly against her neck.

He slid a hand under her thigh and rolled to one side to increase the angle of his strokes and she whispered her approval against his neck. Her hands roamed his body which was tight and well muscled, gripping his butt and pulling him hard inside her, up his back her nails raking his flesh lightly making him gasp with pleasure. She bit him lightly on the neck and chest his cock muscles spasming inside her with each bite.

She twined her fingers in his soft curly hair and pulled his face to her for a slow deep kiss and felt the muscles of her belly begin to tingle in the first ripples of orgasm.

"Cum with me lover." She whispered against his lips and gasped as rolled back on top of her plunging deep inside her as his lips devoured hers, his hands hard on her thighs as he drove hard and fast into her over and over till she felt his cock spasm and waves of pleasure crashed over her drowning her in pleasure as he buried himself deep inside her filling her with hot, sticky cum.

They lay together, her legs and arms wrapped tightly around him not wanting to break the embrace, not wanting the moment to end. Every inch of her body tingled with electric pleasure as she stroked his hair and nuzzled his neck. His breath panted hot and sexy against her neck and she sighed with pleasure, completely satisfied for the very first time in her life.

"You are mine now, little one." He whispered into her hair as his hand covered hers on his chest. "You belong to me."

"Yes." She murmured contentedly. "Yes, with pleasure, I am yours... I've never felt like this before."

He rolled to one side and then she felt him fastening something around her neck. When he was done he pulled her into his arms again and she curled against him one leg across his thighs. She laid still, her head on his chest, stroking the soft hairs there, then tentatively reached up to feel a soft leather collar at her neck. It was small and she could feel some kind of metal decoration on it. A tiny padlock held it fast, and she smiled as she felt his cock twitch beneath her thigh and snuggled deeper into his embrace, her fingers stroking the soft hair of his chest once again.

"Sleep, little one, I have many things planned for you tonight." He murmured. "I'm looking forward to it." She sighed, and snuggled closer.

Author's note: To all my constant readers from whom I am still getting requests for new stories. I'm sorry I've not had time to write more. I've been so busy with going back to school and trying to make it on my own since splitting with my master. (30 years together is a long time. And yes I used a small "m" in master on purpose!! It was not a good break up!) I've missed all of you, hearing your feedback and knowing you all like hearing me write about the fantasies that spring from my dark side. I'll try to write more in the future, but for now, here is a short little thing that I dashed off last night. Hope you all like it. Let me know even if you don't. I love hearing from you all. ~ Nitegazer