0 comments/ 234598 views/ 7 favorites Abducted Ch. 1 By: English Bob Based on inspiration from Dayna The four men circled the shoppers car park in a black van, eyes alert, looking , watching. With the exception of the driver, they were all stoned and mellow with alcohol. On their third rotation they saw them. He was around fifty with short greying hair. He wore expensive clothes and had the air of a wealthy man. She was different. They guessed mid to late twenties. Tall with long blonde hair and a nice trim figure. Her designer dress was short, showing off shapely, tanned legs. The men watched the couple load the groceries into a new Jaguar, commenting to each other on the attributes and appearance of the woman. Although, from the van they could not hear the couple, it was obvious that they were deep in conversation and had not noticed the van now parked several yards away from them. As the couple finished loading the groceries, the woman proceeded to wheel the empty shopping cart towards the return bay. The four men had anticipated this move and had positioned their vehicle so that the back doors were next to the return bay. They waited.... following her with their eyes. As the woman pushed the cart around the back of the van, two of the men burst from the rear of the vehicle. The woman felt only surprise as a hand was clamped roughly over her mouth. She felt other hands on her body as she was swiftly lifted and bundled into the back of the van. "What the hell was she doing now?" thought Dave as he locked the trunk on his Jaguar and looked around for his wife. He looked in the direction of the return bay, briefly seeing a black van but paying it little attention. His wife Kelly was nowhere to be seen. "Where could she have wandered off to now" he thought angrily "She knows I want to get on the golf course by 2pm". As his eyes scanned the car park he noticed the black van start it's engine and begin to pull away. As he looked directly at the back of the van for the first time, he could hardly believe what he was seeing. As the van pulled away from him he could clearly see his wife's tear stained face appear in the rear window. At first, David stood rooted to the spot, stunned. His mind seemed unable to comprehend what had just happened as he watched the van leaving the car park. "What the fuck was going on?" his brain screamed at him. Suddenly instinct took over. He could not let the van disappear, he had to follow it, get her back somehow...somehow. With the thoughts racing through his head he leapt into the drivers seat of the Jag. Turning the key he felt the big car come to life and slammed the lever into "drive". The wheels screeched on the tarmac as he floored the accelerator and sped off in search of his wife. The driver of the van was watching his side mirrors and spoke quickly to the other three men in the rear "He's following us, what do you want me to do Ray?" Ray, the leader of this crew of half wasted men, seemed unconcerned. "Take the coast road Bill, it's so narrow he will never be able to pass us up there." Another five minutes drive and they were on a narrow coast road that wound its way precariously upwards around the outside of the mountain. To the left was the solid granite of the mountain side, to the right a hundred foot drop to the ocean. Small inlets were built into the road to allow vehicles to pass each other, but overtaking on this road was impossible. The three men sat silently against the walls of the van and looked at the attractive woman sprawled on the floor between them. It was Kelly who spoke first. "L..l..look guys, my husband is rich, he will pay whatever you want ..... just let me go huh? The men continued to look at Kelly. Her dress had ridden up a little as she had been forced into the van exposing her tanned thighs. Ray looked at his two stoned friends. Phil was just staring at the woman, as was Mike, the youngest of them. Ray could also see from the bulge in Mike's jeans that he was getting a little horny. Ray smiled and spoke softly to Kelly. "We know who you are and that you have money" he said "Your husband will pay, I know, but we have to show him that we are serious, you know?" Kelly looked at all three passengers. In all their eyes she could see a look of pure animal lust. Ray continued "You seem to have Mike here all excited over you. Maybe you should show him a little more" Kelly followed Ray's eyes down to her legs and realised how much of herself was on display. Her initial reaction was to pull her dress down to cover herself but the large hand that Ray had placed on her thigh made her think again. Mike by this time was getting more excited at the prospect of seeing more of this woman's beautiful body, and was openly rubbing the crotch of his jeans, feeling his cock grow harder by the moment. Kelly looked at Mike and, fearing what would happen if she disobeyed, slowly let the thin straps of her halter dress slip from her shoulders. Ray spoke again, this time to Mike. "Why don't you help the lady" he said cheerfully "if you keep rubbing your pecker you'll cum before you see anything!" Mike leapt forward and, taking his hand reluctantly from the crotch of his jeans, helped Kelly shimmy the thin material of the dress down revealing her white lace bra. Kelly held her hands in front of her breasts as she tried to hide her modesty, but it was to no avail. Mike reached behind her, and unclasping her bra pulled it from her chest. Phil now joined in the action as Kelly's panties were removed and she felt two pairs of hands roaming her body. As they all looked at the topless woman in front of them Jim looked out of the back window. He could see David's Jaguar right behind them but unable to pass. "give me her clothes Mike" he smiled "I've got plans for them". David was trying hard not to become hysterical. Since leaving the shopping area he had not been able to catch a glimpse of his wife in the back of the van. He had however seen other figures moving around in there and guessed that there must be at least three men holding her captive. His eyes were rivetted to the vehicle in front as suddenly he saw a side window open. Through the window he saw an arm, a male arm, emerge. He stared in disbelief as the disembodied arm waved a white flag at him. "What the hell was going on now?" his thoughts confused. "Where they surrendering to him? Had they given up so quickly?" David had assumed that they wanted money. It was always money. Since the merger he had become very wealthy and had been warned by other's that kidnapping was always going to be a danger. As the arm continued to wave, horror began to eat away in David's chest. It slowly dawned on him that the white flag was not a flag after all but began to take on a horrifyingly familiar shape. It was a lacy white bra, and if he was not mistaken it was his WIFE'S bra. David was mortified. "Oh, god nooooo" he wailed to himself "noooo not that pleeeeease". His imagination was now working overtime as he watched the bra being dropped from the window. The arm disappeared briefly and then reappeared waving a pair of silk panties. Waving the panties long enough for David to realise what they were, they too were dropped onto the road and vanished under the wheels of the Jaguar. Tears were rolling down David's face now as finally Kelly's designer dress was dropped from the window leaving him in no doubt that his wife was now completely naked with the men. David tried in vain not to think of what must now be happening inside the van but the thoughts kept assaulting his brain. "They are raping her. Defiling her young body. Was she crying? Was she in pain?" His face turned to a snarl as he pressed the accelerator further down and rammed the back of the van. "Shit" shouted Ray as the jolt from the ramming the van had received caused them all to go sprawling onto the floor. "I guess he wants you back pretty bad honey" Kelly had also fallen backwards. Putting out her hands to break her fall she had left her body completely exposed to the men. Mike was again now staring at her avidly and rubbing his crotch. Her long blonde hair had fallen forwards partially masking her pert smooth breasts, the nipples standing out proud. He glanced down and realised that her pussy was completely shaved. Ray looked at Mike and realised that the younger mans sexual excitement was building to a point of no return. "We got to stop this mad bastard from ramming us again" said Ray "I got an idea, stand her up against the back window so he can see her. He'll think twice about trying that again if she is in the way!" Mike and Phil tried to comply with the request but soon realised that the van's ceiling was too low for her to stand. Thinking as quickly as the drugs would allow, Phil pushed the frightened woman to her knees facing the back window. Removing two lengths of rope, he swiftly tied her wrists to a metal bar at the top of the back door of the van having the effect of stretching her arms upwards and squashing her small perky breasts against the window. When Kelly was secured, Phil lost no time in releasing his throbbing prick from the confines of his underwear. Bending his knees and leaning against the back door he pulled Kelly round by the hair until her face was in a direct line with his erection. Phil jacked his cock a few times with his hand causing a blob of pre-cum to develop at the head. Pulling Kelly's face closer to his groin he proceeded to trace the tip of his prick across her red lips. Kelly's eyes were fixed on the large cock before her. She had decided that it would be better for her if she complied with the men. That way, maybe she would escape from this ordeal unhurt. Tentatively she flicked her tongue lightly over Phil's throbbing member. Phil gasped as he felt her warm, wet tongue on his erection and pushed forward slightly with his hips. He felt Kelly open her mouth and then the intense pleasure as his cock slid over her lips and tongue and into her mouth. Mike had been watching the action open mouthed. "Christ this woman really was going to let them fuck her" her thought. Pulling his cock from his jeans, Mike crawled over towards Kelly's's back. He looked at her ass in wonder. He had never seen anything so perfect; two deeply tanned globes accentuated by a tight slim waist. As Phil continued to push his erection in and out of Kelly's now willing mouth, Mike let one hand slide down her back and down between her ass cheeks. He felt the woman shiver slightly as his fingers traced over her tight puckered anus and down to her pussy. Spreading her legs apart, Mike began to stroke Kelly's pussy from behind. While he watched Phil's cock disappear into her throat, Mike could not resist the temptation to stroke his own cock with his free hand. He had never felt so hard before. As his fingers gripped his cock head he felt his whole prick throb in his hand. He decided to try and concentrate more on the pussy in his other hand and reluctantly let go of his cock as it swung wildly in front of him. Mike had now located the woman's clitoris with his thumb and was circling it as he pushed two fingers in and out of her rapidly dampening pussy, his other arm was wrapped around her and was squeezing her breast and nipple. Kelly's base instincts had taken over and she could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter. The cock in her mouth felt good as she swirled her tongue over it's head. She knew she was on the right track as Phil was moaning and trying to thrust his prick deeper into her throat. She almost cried as she felt Mike's fingers leave her pussy from behind but the emptiness was soon replaced as she felt the unmistakable sensation of a hard cock sliding into her wet pussy. Ray watched Mike's eyes close in extasy as his hard erection slipped easily into Kelly's cunt. He moved to the back of the van. Looking out of the window he saw the very red face of David David's worst fears had come true. He was looking at his young wife, naked, her small firm breasts pressed up against the back windows of the van. He watched Phil's large cock pumping in and out of her pretty mouth her red lipstick smeared along his shaft. He could see Mike's head above her shoulder as he fucked her pussy from behind (or was he in her ASS? - David could only imagine). As he continued to watch the scene, another body appeared on the other side of his helpless wife., and another large erect cock was pressed to her lips. David could see each man take a handful of her hair and pull her face towards their cocks in turn, alternately fucking her mouth. Without realising it, the scene was having another altogether different effect on David. He squirmed uncomfortably in the leather seat as he tried to move his hard-on into a better position. He couldn't understand his feelings; his wife was being gang-banged not fifty yards away and here he was with an erection! But the feeling was not going away, in fact as he watched the van, his erection seemed to get larger and harder to the point where it was becoming quite painful. Seeing no other course of action, David let a hand fall to his trousers and unzipped them. Quickly pulling his underwear down under his balls he released his cock. As the hot flesh hit the cool air of the car's A/C system, David felt a shiver of relief. As he continued to follow the van along the narrow road he left his hand resting on his erection. David's eyes were still fixed on the back window of the van. Kelly was being pushed forward with each thrust from the man behind her causing her breasts to push harder up to the glass of the window. Her eyes were closed as her head was pulled to her left and then to her right as the thick cocks assaulted her mouth and David could not resist stroking his own prick as he watched the scene before him. Suddenly David saw the man to Kelly's left pull his cock from her lips and start to jerk himself. The man pointed his cock at her face as he pulled his heavy foreskin back and forth over the swollen head. Kelly was bouncing up and down more violently now as the man jerking his cock finally let a great stream of cum fly onto her face and onto the window. David was now stroking his own cock more quickly as he drove with one hand on the wheel. He looked on with fascination as the guy behind Kelly's pulled out of her and stood over her back. David could see the guy's cock emerge over her naked shoulder as another stream of cum hit the window and trickled down over her breasts and nipples. The one guy who had not yet cum was furiously jerking his erection towards Kelly's's face. David watched as the guy took a handful of Kelly's blonde hair and wrapped it around his cock jerking himself faster and faster. Finally the guy in the van could hold out no longer and let his cum spray into Kelly's hair and mouth. As she swallowed as much of his seed as she could, David's penis erupted. He had not realised how much he had been turned on or how close he had been to his climax as his cum jetted from his cock hitting the steering wheel and the dashboard of the Jag. As his erection subsided, David realised that the van had slowed and was indeed stopping. As he pulled up behind the vehicle David fumbled with his trousers, trying to put his semi hard cock away before anything else happened. Before David could react, the doors on the back of the van opened quickly and Kelly was shakily stepping out. Just as quickly the doors closed again and the van sped off leaving Kelly standing naked in front of her husband's car. As she walked to the passenger side and climbed in, David could see the cum still wet and glistening on her body. Her lipstick was speared and her long blonde hair was matted with semen which also dripped from her erect nipples. David tried to speak but Kelly pressed a finger lightly to his lips. "Shhhhh baby" she whispered. "I'm ok. Really I'm fine. This was all a set up, just for you. I know how you fantasise about me getting gang-banged by a group of men." She glanced down at his still exposed and hardening penis and the cum splattered interior "It looks like you enjoyed it as much as I did too" Eventually David found his voice "Oh Kelly, I love you so much for this." he breathed "Now I need to get you home and make love to you myself" "Why go home?" whispered Kelly with a smile as she slowly spread her long legs. "What's wrong with right here?" - The End - * * * * * If you enjoyed this story feel free to check out my other offerings on this site. Please also feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions you have for further tales! Photo's from female admirers are always very welcome!! Abducted Ch. 1 I was out of town and staying in a hotel that wouldn't be listed in any AAA guide. The rooms were clean; it just wasn't in the best part of town. I wasn't too worried, after all I know how to watch my back, or I thought I did. The room still had the traditional key lock and not the electronic locks that are so popular these days. I dug my key out and entered my room, making sure to lock and bolt the door behind me. I clicked on the light and began to undress for bed, that's when I realized there was a bag on the table that wasn't mine. I quickly grabbed my jeans and shirt off the bed, and grabbed my purse from the nightstand. I turned to undo the lock on the door, but I didn't get that far. A hand clamped down over my mouth, yanking me backward. At the same time my right arm was yanked behind me and upward, holding me in place. "Do not yell and do not move or you will be hurt." I nodded my head in assent and the hand over my mouth was removed, and my arm was released. He then tied a blindfold around my eyes. I started to move away from him and he roughly grabbed my wrists. "I told you not to move. Obviously I will have to teach you to obey me." My hands were quickly tied behind me. He then pushed me against the end of the bed and tied my ankles to the bed legs. I was now helpless and spread legged in only my bra and panties. I couldn't tell what he was doing... I strained to hear any sound. Despite my anxiety, I was surprised to find myself becoming aroused. Suddenly, I felt something cold against my shoulder. He was cutting my bra straps, from the way he used the item I could only assume it was a knife. After cutting my bra off, he turned to my thong panties and quickly cut them off. Then his hands were on my breasts, massaging and pinching my nipples. He just was rough enough to make it sting, but not so rough to make it hurt. He untied my ankles and turned me around, he then pulled me down over his lap, my ass in the air. "You disobeyed me, and now you will be punished." This was followed by a hard slap on my ass, and then another. In total each cheek received five slaps turning it hot and red. "Now, let me explain the rules. You talk only to answer my questions. You will address me as Master. And you will not deny me anything. Defy my orders and the punishment will be much worse." Standing me up, he again tied my ankles to the bed. He then began to explore my body with light caresses. He seemed intent on touching every inch of my body, though he lingered over my breasts and nipples until my nipples were sticking straight out. Then he transferred his attention to my inner thighs, working his way towards my sex. Soon his fingers were tracing small circles over my clit. I was ashamed to feel myself responding by moving my hips and moaning. Without any warning he thrust two fingers into my pussy. He explored every inch of my interior with his fingers and then he pushed a third finger in. My knees were going weak; I knew I was going to cum right there if he didn't stop. Then, with his fingers still inside of me, he began to lick at my clit. While he was licking and sucking on my clit, his fingers buried inside me, I came so hard and long I thought I would pass out. My ankles were untied and I was pushed back on the bed. He unfastened my wrists and refastened them to the legs of the bed, so my head was hanging over the side. Then my ankles were fastened the same way. I was spread eagle on the bed sideways. Then I understood as I felt his cock on my lips. I opened my mouth and took him inside, licking his shaft as he thrust it into my mouth. As I sucked him deep into my throat, I felt something cold on my nipple. Here I was sucking every inch of his cock and he was putting ice on my nipples. Fearing punishment I continued swallowing him as he fucked my mouth. He kept moving the ice from nipple to nipple, tracing little wet paths across my breasts. Then the ice was off my skin and there was just his cock and my mouth and tongue. Then I knew where the ice had gone, he was sliding a cube inside my hot wet pussy. I tried in earnest to continue licking and sucking his cock as he thrust it between my lips but my attention was torn. Then he slid a second cube inside me, it was so cold but erotic at the same time. I was tonguing his shaft as if it was the sweetest candy. At the same time he continued his torture of my horny cunt, by inserting some kind of toy, pushing the ice deeper. He was using shallow thrusts with the toy in my cunt and long deep thrusts with his cock in my mouth. I came again just before he blasted his load down my throat. I couldn't believe I was so responsive in my helpless state. I never thought being subject to another’s whims would be a turn on, especially a stranger. He left me tied that way for what felt like hours but I am sure it was only minutes. Then he unhooked my hands and ankles and brought a cup to my lips. The cool water tasted so good. It wasn't long though before he retied my hands, this time to the headboard. I knew when he left my ankles loose that the cock that I had only tasted so far would soon penetrate me. He must have had a thing for ice and I wondered if I had guessed his intentions correctly when he slid more ice in my cunt. I didn't have to wait long though before he thrust his cock in my pussy. The combination of his hot cock and the cold ice was the strongest sensation I had ever felt. Judging by his moans, he felt the same way. We quickly established a rhythm with his cock plowing my hot box; I was thrusting my hips to meet him. I clenched and relaxed my cunt muscles to massage his cock as he fucked me deep and hard. His cock was hard and thick and he had me screaming for more. It wasn't long before we climaxed together. He removed the blindfold and then curled up next to me leaving my wrists tied and we fell to sleep cuddled together. I just wonder what he has in mind next... Abducted Ch. 10 Chapter 10 – The Grand Inquisitor Has His Way Back at Hans' chambers, he opened the door to his room, and pushed Emma in the direction of the bathroom. "Quick!" he ordered. "Have a toilet, then strip off and come to the playroom, as quickly as you can!" Puzzled, Emma complied. Two minutes later, naked, she entered the playroom, and in the very subdued light, saw Hans, in his shirt sleeves, pulling to the centre of the room what looked like a very narrow vaulting horse, about fifteen centimetres wide and one metre long, with a leather padded top, standing about seventy centimetres off the floor. "Lean over this," he commanded, "and grasp your ankles." Wordlessly, Emma obeyed. Hans quickly took each of her wrists and attached it to the corresponding ankle, using the catches on her leather bands. Her firm buttocks seemed to offer themselves to him, and he could not resist running his hands across them. "Lovely little bum," he whispered, as if to himself. Suddenly, a mobile phone rang. Hans removed it from his pocket, and spoke. Emma could hear only one side of the conversation. "Hello. Hans speaking." "Pedro! Hello! What can I do for you?" "A nice idea, my friend, but she's too inexperienced." "No, really! I doubt if she's even seen one before, and certainly never used one. It would be unfair to use one in public the first time." "OK, Pedro. Thanks for asking. Hope you perform well to-morrow." "Oh, yes. We'll be there. Goodbye my friend." Hans switched off his mobile. "That was the Chief Executioner," he said, mysteriously. Emma sensed Hans kneeling behind her, and then felt leather being wrapped around her left leg, just above the ankle. There was a click, and then she felt her legs being pushed apart. Immediately, leather was attached around her right leg as well. In the gloom, Emma could just make out that her legs were now separated by a metal bar, about sixty centimetres long. Hans turned a handle at the side of the vaulting horse, adjusting the height so that Emma's toes could just touch the ground. "I don't suppose you've seen one of these before, Girl," he said. "It's called a 'spreader bar'. You'll find that I use them a lot, and you'll be amazed at the variety. They ensure that your interesting bits are nice and accessible when required." "No, Master," she agreed, slightly bewildered, "but what's going on? What are you going to do with me?" "We have a problem," he announced with concern. "The letter I was handed as we left the Inquest as to tell me that the Grand Inquisitor will be calling here at midnight, to assure himself that I have punished you appropriately. I need to convince him, so I'd better get started. He'll probably want to fuck you as well; they say he's particularly fond of petite blonde women!" "Fuck me, Master? But he's so old!" "Old he may be," laughed Hans, "but not too old to get an erection!" "What are you going to do to me, Master?" Hans picked up an item from the table next to him. Emma uncomfortably craned her neck to see it. "This is a paddle," he began, "and it works like this!" His hand rose, and suddenly fell. Emma felt a stinging pain on her right buttock. "Ow!" she shouted, "that hurt!" "Just a beginning, Girl," he announced. "That was just a warm-up, and doesn't count. We'll start with six on each buttock, twelve in all. You need to keep count. After each stroke, I want you to call out the number. This is very important. If you forget, or count wrong, I start again. Is that clear, Girl?" "Yes, Mast… OW!!!" she yelled as the first blow fell. The stinging pain sank in, and finally she whimpered, "One!" "Just in time! You need to be quicker with your counting, or I start again!" "Yes, Mast… OW!!!" The second blow fell on her other buttock. "Two!" "Better!" A third blow fell with increased force. She began sobbing, bewildered at her vulnerability. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she remembered to continue counting. After what seemed an age, she heard herself murmur, "Twelve!" and burst into tears of relief. "I didn't hear you count, Cunt!" he bellowed. "Shall I start again?" "No, please, Master. Twelve! I can't take any more. I won't be able to sit for a week! Please, Master. It hurts so much." "Of course it does," he laughed. He caressed her buttocks with his hand. "And looks so lovely too – all pink, and very pretty. Quite irresistible! But you haven't thanked me yet!" "Thank you, Master?" she queried. "For what?" "For beating you, of course. It is expected. Or do I need to punish you again, to teach you manners?" "No, Master. Thank you, Master," she blurted out, hurriedly. "Good Girl. But don't forget in future. I expect to be thanked whenever I punish you. You are grateful for the time and effort I put into the task of correcting you, and making you into a dutiful slave!" "Yes, Master. I understand. Thank you, Master." He again caressed her buttocks. "As I was saying - all pink, and very pretty. Quite irresistible!" He dropped the paddle, and moved behind her, grasping each of her buttocks with one of his hands. She winced at the added pain. With his palms flat against her twin mounds, he rubbed in circles, gradually widening the crack and exposing her pussy. Almost idly, his fingers caressed her outer lips, and he felt her shift slightly, as if to improve his access. His index finger probed within, and he felt her dampness. She moaned softly, pressing back against his hand, welcoming the intrusion, seeking for something to divert her mind from the numbing pain in her buttocks. He moved his finger in and out of her orifice, feeling her juices increase. "Oh, you slut, you randy slut!" he murmured. His lust got the better of him. Quickly, he undid his belt, dropped his trousers and underpants, and without foreplay sank his erect cock into her with one movement. She felt him driving into her. Part of her confused mind accepted him gladly, pleased to be filled, happy to feel a new prick invading her empty cunt. This was the man who had rescued her, whose wisdom she had learnt so quickly to respect. She wanted him to fuck her, to make love to her – but not like this! With her wrists tied to her ankles, and her legs held apart by the spreader bar, she could barely react to his assault. She felt as if she was no more than an inflatable doll to him. She felt used and abused. Tears flowed again, and she sobbed quietly to herself in her misery. He continued to move in and out of her cunt. Finally, becoming resigned to her position, she pressed back against him, wincing a little as his groin made contact with her pink glowing buttocks. She so wanted to bring her legs together a little, to increase the friction, but the metal spreader prevented movement. Her vagina walls contracted, trying to hold him in. Hans reached under her body, roughly grabbing a breast in each hand, and squeezing. She whimpered a little. He began pumping his cock in and out of her, squeezing her tits in tempo. She felt that he cared nothing for her pleasure; his one concern was to satiate his lust. After a few more strokes, she felt him erupt inside her, yelling in triumph. He pressed further into her, as if to eject the last drop of semen. She pressed her bottom back against him, silently pleading for more, but knowing that he had none to give. His cock shrank inside her. Finally, he removed it, and shuffled round to stand by her head, looking faintly ridiculous with his trousers around his ankles, and his shirt resting on his semi-erect cock. He grabbed her hair, roughly pulled up her head, and spoke at last. "After sex, it is customary for you to clean your Master's cock! Open wide!" She obeyed, and he sank his member between her glistening lips. She sucked, savouring the mixture of her own familiar juices with the new taste of Hans' spunk. Her tongue revolved around the helmet of his penis, and she moved her lips up and down his length, as best she could. She sucked hard, her cheeks imploded, to squeeze out the dregs from his cock. Finally, he withdrew from her mouth. "Mmm," he muttered, "you suck well!" "I would do better, Master, if only I had use of my hands!" "Another time, Little One." He grinned, pulling up his trousers, and tucking in his shirt. "Soon, I will put you to the test, but for now, we expect a visitor." He stroked her buttocks, admiring the reddened globes. "Yes," he pondered, "they're quite good, but I'm afraid they are not red enough to satisfy the Grand Inquisitor. Six more, I think – three on each side – and don't forget to count!" He retrieved the paddle from the floor, where it had dropped, and swung his arm. The paddle thwacked against her defenceless body with more force than before. She howled. "One!" she yelled. "That really hurt, Master – even more than before!" "And this is even harder!" he cried, mercilessly, swinging the paddle ruthlessly against her other buttock. "Two!" she cried, as tears flowed again. She wasn't used to this. In the past, if a man had taken her, she expected a little gratitude, at least a pretence of love, not a beating on her bare backside. The third blow landed below her buttocks, at the top of her left thigh, which until now had remained unhurt and white. "Three!" she whispered, sobbing loudly. A similar blow struck her right thigh. "Four!" Tears poured down her cheeks, and she sobbed uncontrollably, inconsolably. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the outer door. Hans glanced at his watch. "Damn! He's early!" He dropped the paddle, and headed off to answer the door. Emma heard additional footsteps, and recognised the voice of the Grand Inquisitor. "Yes, Master Hans, very nicely presented. She is a real find; perhaps my great-nephew's taste is improving at last!" Emma felt a wrinkled hand on her buttocks, and another moving up the inside of her thigh. "I see you have already performed!" the Grand Inquisitor remarked with a smile. "Yes," agreed Hans. "I couldn't resist any longer!" "Understandably! May I?" "Of course, Excellency. Please carry on, but I'm afraid her anus is reserved for His Highness!" "Pity," remarked the old man, probing her pussy with one finger while another played around her arsehole. "But her cunt will do nicely." He lifted up his jalabiyyah, revealing that he was naked underneath. He positioned himself behind Emma, presented his cock to her opening, and thrust in to the hilt in one movement. Emma gasped, surprised at the rigidity and length of the cock on such an old man. He grabbed hold of her shoulders, and pumped in and out of her, gradually picking up speed. "Oh, yes, Master Hans," he remarked, somewhat breathlessly, "a lovely tight pussy. You will have much enjoyment from this one!" Emma's misery returned. Once again, she was being used purely as a vagina, for the pleasure of any man. She would never get used to this, would never be able to accept it. Remarkably quickly, he came. Emma breathed a prayer of thanks as she felt him empty his seed inside her; surely her ordeal was almost over. She felt him withdraw, and walk round to stand by her head. She stared at his withered, naked legs. Almost immediately, she felt a hand pulling her head upwards by the hair, so that she was staring at his groin. "Lick me clean!" he demanded, thrusting his penis at her mouth with one hand, while the other held up his jalabiyyah. Trying to hide her distaste, she took his shrinking cock into her mouth and sucked it. "Mmm, not a bad cock-sucker either," exclaimed the old man. "My great-nephew has surpassed himself this time! Bet he can hardly wait to get his cock up her arse!" "There's nothing arranged yet," said Hans. "I will discuss it with His Highness when her training is more advanced. He may wish a special ceremony!" "Yes, that could be fun. If so, make sure I get invited." "Of course, Excellency." The Grand Inquisitor removed his penis from Emma's mouth, and let his jalabiyyah fall. He studied her upturned backside, and stroked her buttocks. "I see, Master Hans," he began, "that you have started punishment. Her bum-cheeks are nice and red." "Yes, Excellency," replied Hans, with foreboding. "But this punishment is far below Level Five, barely Level Four, I would suggest." "I have not yet finished, Excellency. She will receive more punishment after you leave." "I am not convinced that you appreciate the severity of her misdemeanour," commented the old man. "I think I shall have to offer some punishment myself." "No, Excellency, I thank you for the offer, but that will not be necessary. I understand the severity, and will punish her accordingly." "I insist! I have the right!" "Excellency, we should not dispute like this in front of the slave." "You are right, Master Hans. Let us go into the other room." Emma heard the two men walk away, and the door closed. Through the closed door, she heard raised voices, but only a few words were clear enough to be understood, largely those uttered in the strong tone of the Grand Inquisitor; Hans' softer voice was more difficult to hear. "Authority… discipline… Level Five… absolutely necessary… stand in my way… threaten…" It didn't make much sense to Emma, now squirming in her bonds, and feeling uncomfortable, with semen running down the inside of her thighs. Finally, she clearly heard the Grand Inquisitor shout, "You know I'm right!" followed by a mumbled reply from her Master. The door opened and the two men returned, Hans looking tight-lipped. "Right, let's get started," cried the old man, triumphantly. "Get her off that and tie her standing up, with her arms above her head." Hans unshackled Emma, releasing her from the spreader, and helped her to stand. Cramp had set in down one leg, and she rubbed furiously to relieve the pain and restore circulation. Hans manoeuvred her to the centre of the room, immediately below a pulley set into the ceiling. She watched numbly as he fastened her hands together, in front, with the catches on her leather wristlets, and then tied them securely with a thick silk rope. Using a stool, he passed the other end of the rope through the pulley, and pulled until her arms were tightly stretched above her head. "Good!" announced the Grand Inquisitor. "Now blindfold her, but don't gag her – I want to hear her scream!" Emma panicked at the last remark, and tried to struggle free, whimpering like a helpless kitten. "Sshh!" whispered Hans. "Try to relax; it will hurt less and be over more quickly." He placed a blindfold over her eyes, and the world went black for her. "Pull more on the rope," ordered the old man. "I want her on tip-toe." Emma felt more pain as her arms were pulled higher, leaving her precariously balanced on the tips of her toes. She heard a cupboard door opening. "This is what I need," she heard. "Has she had the bull-whip before?" "No, Excellency, not that! She won't be able to take that. She's only just starting to learn how to handle pain!" Emma went pale. Bull-whip? If that was what she thought, it would really hurt. Sweat began to pour from her body. "Nonsense! I've been training slaves since you were in nappies!" asserted the Grand Inquisitor. "A strong girl like her will take it without problems. Six will be enough." He moved to take up a position about two metres from the suspended girl, and admired the black leather whip he had taken from the cupboard. He snapped it experimentally, and Emma jumped at the loud crack made by the three metre tail. She whimpered in fear. Hans blanched, and steadied Emma. "Try to relax," he repeated in a deep whisper, "and for goodness sake don't forget to count!" "Move away, Master Hans!" commanded the old man. Reluctantly, Hans obeyed. The Grand Inquisitor flexed his arms, and changed his stance. He stood, feet apart, gazing in Emma's direction, idly waving the long whip in front of him. Suddenly, his arm swept backwards, and then rapidly forwards again. The long black leather snake ripped through the air, and cracked as it wrapped itself around Emma's soft white waist. Her agonised scream reverberated around the room, echoing off the walls. She felt as if she had been cut in two. Gradually, her scream subsided to a low moan of agony. She was too shocked even to sob. Silently, Hans begged, 'Count, Girl! Count! For God's sake count!' As if reading his mind, she managed a hoarse, "One!" The Grand Inquisitor grinned as the fronds of the whip fell off her limp body. "It hurts, doesn't it?" he asked, rhetorically. "And leaves a lovely red mark! You scream beautifully, Slave. Only five to go, but there's no hurry. I'll just decide where to put the next one!" Max looked on helplessly. 'Sadist!' he thought to himself. 'He's putting her through additional mental torture, just for his own amusement.' At last, Emma found tears, as the shock of the unfathomable pain subsided. She hung limply from her bounds, and sobbed quietly. 'I wish he'd get it over with,' she thought. 'The waiting is agony!' She thought she heard him drawing back his arm to strike again, and tensed her body in expectation of another assault. Nothing came. It was a false alarm. She heard a little chuckle and relaxed a little. Suddenly, it was there again. She wasn't sure whether the crack of the whip or the pain came first, but howled in anguish as the whip coiled around her again, this time, just below her breasts. That was even worse, she thought. Her howl continued, subsiding eventually. She remembered to gasp, "Two!" "Excellent!" said the old man. "See, Master Hans, I haven't lost my touch. Another good strike." He walked around Emma, examining the red wheals on her body. "Where next?" he muttered to himself. Emma sobbed through her pain. "Please, Sir," she implored, "I'm sorry. No more. Please." "Too late now, Slave," he responded. "Your punishment has been decided, and must be delivered." He turned to Hans. "Pull on her rope again. I want her dangling off the floor for the next one." Hans made as if to protest, but thought better of it. He pulled on her rope, and she cried out as her arms were stretched still further, feeling as if they were about to come out of their sockets. Her toes lost contact with the floor, and she hung helplessly. The Grand Inquisitor stroked her body with the handle of his whip. She winced as the firm end passed across her wounds. "Where next?" he repeated. "Here?" he traced a finger across her stomach, just above her pubic mound. "Or perhaps here?" she felt a finger moving across her thigh, just below her buttocks. "Or maybe even here?" "No!" she whimpered, as a finger moved over her breasts, across her nipples. "Please, Excellency!" "We'll see," he laughed, "all in good time. It will be a surprise for you." He resumed his original position, and again flexed his arms. Emma listened intently. She heard him move and tensed her muscles, bracing herself against the onslaught, but nothing came. Twice more, he made as if to strike, but then relented. Emma was in agony, waiting for the inevitable pain to come. For two minutes, seeming to Emma more like twenty minutes, he played with her, before finally, just as she was relaxing again, he swung with even more force and smiled as he caught her unawares. The whip cracked and wrapped around her buttocks with such force that she started swinging from her pulley like a pendulum. "Nooooo!" she screamed. "no more, pleeeeeeease! No more!" At last, she remembered. "Three!" she murmured. "Halfway!" he announced, triumphantly, and then suddenly, and unexpectedly, swung his arm again. The thong wrapped around Emma's thighs, about ten centimetres below the previous target. Again, her scream pierced the air, rising in pitch, and suddenly cut off, as if strangled. She now hung limply from her pulley, exhausted. Abducted Ch. 10 Chapter 10: Mission Accomplished?? We now have plenty of time. The tension seems to have left the warehouse. I am relieved. Harris sits back, gratified for a job well done. Elizabeth just seems defeated. And Chano? "He went to get something to eat, Boss." "What, again?!" "He says he gets hungry when he's nervous." Harris smiled, enigmatically. "He says, you made him nervous." I chuckle, and approach Elizabeth. She perks up, and tries to twist away. I grab a handful of her hair, almost roughly, and pull her tear-streaked face close to mine. "I bet your arms hurt, don't they?" I produce the box-cutter from my jacket, and she flinches. I just pull her closer to me. "Steady, settle down." With a flick, I cut her wrist ropes from the catwalk above. She collapses, sobbing, in my arms. I think to myself, all this could have been avoided. It was actually quite a little adventure, and it could have been ... fun. There were parts of her captivity that I know she enjoyed. I could tell. I hold her in my arms, her hands still bound tight in front, her ankles still tied; my rope gag still in her mouth. I rub her sides, gently, this time. I finally get her to stop crying, and to stop shaking. "It will be only a little while, now, Elizabeth. Soon, it will all be over." We have the codes, but we won't move until quarter to six. That's over an hour from now. Suddenly, Chano getting some food sounds pretty good right now. It'll be a celebration, a going-away dinner. We'll eat, get rich, and we'll all go our separate ways, ... but then, there was Elizabeth. How do we let her go? Do we let her go, at all? I breathe deeply. This could have been fun. The whole afternoon could have been fun. And, as I hold her in my arms, stroking her head, rubbing her sides, I feel myself growing ... larger, as she trembles in my embrace. It could have been fun. It still can be. I've got an hour to kill. I reach down and cut her hands loose. She looks at me, confused, ... until I draw her arms behind her again, and begin tying the loose ends of the rope together. Her nipples become hard, again. Just like my cock is becoming. Hard. Erect. I rub my hand greedily along her ass, and along her thighs. I force my fingers between them, and massage her there, just below her panties. "We've got an hour to kill, Elizabeth," I whisper. I crouch, and catch her at the waist. I straighten up, and once more I hoist the pretty, petite, bound-and-gagged-assistant-bank-manager-with-the-tear-drop-ass high into the air, over my shoulder. "Harris, ... I've got some 'business' to tend to. I'll be back well before an hour is up." Harris glanced up from behind his computers, and checked his watch. He nodded, and sat back down. I began hauling Elizabeth toward the manager's office. That's where we left the mattress, earlier, ... *********************************************** I am hanging like a piece of meat dripping water from the bucket that they used to bring me back to consciousness. I look over at School's face and it is different: not in a good way. I can tell that he is furious and no longer has any patience for me. I start to shake; not because I am cold, but because I am scared; really scared. I guess in his position I could understand, however I am the one tied and strung up with my hands high above my head on tiptoes barely making contact with the floor. All three men stand there and look at me like hungry lions drooling over their prey; only the prey is me and the prey is wearing nothing but a pair of teeny light blue panties displaying very erect nipples and, again, feeling that warm rush of sexual energy creating goose bumps all over its exposed skin. Damn me and damn my fantasies of being tied and helpless. I don't like the look in School's face as he puts on a pair of black leather gloves and slowly walks towards me. He strokes my cheek and calmly says, "It is time to get your password, Ms. Harley." He is done being nice. I can tell. He clenches his fists and I try to tiptoe myself away from him, but I am hanging from a single rope; so where do I think I can go? School takes a fighting stance and cocks an arm. I close my eyes and brace myself for the first blow of his fist to my face. I know it is going to hurt; to hurt badly, but I just can't give up my password. It isn't that I feel that I owe the bank or my manager, Mr. Dietrich, the little letch. I try to convince myself that it is more about preventing a crime, but this just doesn't explain it entirely. It seems that the real truth is this entire experience has brought out a latent side of me that I have been able to suppress for most of my life until now. My entire body has been on high sensual alert ever since they grabbed me. I have been so close to another orgasm for hours now that my mind is no longer in control. My starving libido is in charge. Even the threat of bodily harm doesn't seem to deter my need to be helpless; hanging almost naked in an open warehouse leered at by these three strangers. Without any comparison this has been the most sexually charged experience that I have ever had. Every hand on my naked skin, every slap on my barely covered bottom, every grope of School's fingers between my legs, has my body screaming for more. God, I wish I wasn't this way; a little freak craving humiliation, forced exposure, and a firm hand. My first experience with feeling so helpless was as a young woman while working on my Master's Degree in International Finance. I was 21 years old and had just grown into my woman's body. I was a very late bloomer; very late. For all of my early life I was skinny with bumps for breasts and extremely self-conscious about myself. Although my body had finally filled out I kept pretty much to myself burying my head in my studies feeling that no young man would ever find me attractive. Then one day my fellow grad students invited me to a mystery party where we pick our roles out of a hat and play act until the mystery is solved, although this particular mystery turned out to have a bit of a fetish twist to it. I was absolutely giddy with joy to be invited as I put on a crème colored rayon dress that buttoned from top to bottom along with a brand new bra and panty set that I had been saving for special occasions. It was a crème colored silk string bikini panty with a matching triangle bra. I completed the outfit with a pair of white thigh highs and tan high heels. I had never felt so sexy or alive. The party was being held in a large mansion that had been converted to graduate student housing with very ornate woodwork and pillars throughout the large rooms. Once I arrived we all shared take-out along with a few bottles of wine that loosened everyone up. It was now time to pick our roles out of a bowl and I became the femme fatale who finds herself gagged and tied to a pillar in the lair of a dastardly dominatrix. Tentatively I let my hands be tied behind my back around a pillar that supported the opening from the living area to the dining room. My ankles then were tied together and as a final touch for authenticity a ball gag was inserted in my mouth and strapped around my head. With my hands tied behind me and around the pillar, the fabric of my dress stretched tightly across my bodice. The material was such that it clearly showed my beige triangle bra underneath, and although I am not very large on top, it also clearly revealed my awakening little nubs poking against the fabric. My obvious excitement did not go unnoticed by the other participants and as the game continued they thought it would be more realistic if a few of the buttons to my dress would be undone. As I shook my head in protest the classmate playing the dominatrix made a game of it by unbuttoning one button at a time asking for and getting verbal encouragement from the other players. As each button was undone and more and more of me was showing the game took on a different intent. My fellow classmates filled with wine and libidinous desires wanted a captive to play with. And that captive was to be me, the bookworm. My dress was now completely open revealing my teeny crème colored panties and bra. I was completely helpless to protest and extremely embarrassed although I also had a wonderfully warm vibration coursing throughout my body. My tiny nipples pressed provocatively against the thin silk fabric of my triangle bra and I could feel moisture starting to form between my legs. The mystery game was definitely over and a new one had begun. Everyone was staring at me while the student playing the role of the dominatrix took a hold of my dress at the shoulders and pulled it as far down my arms as it could go until it hung limply completely exposing me to everyone in the room. I continued to mumble my objections through the ball gag in my mouth, however my credibility was visually challenged as my nipples became more erect and I couldn't stop myself from squeezing my thighs together. The embarrassment was overwhelming as everyone recognized my obvious excitement despite their inebriated state. My humiliation was not anywhere close to finished when one of the female students went up to her room and brought back a massager with a large knob on the end to "get to those hard to reach areas." As I squirmed and pulled at my bonds, they strapped it to my leg placing it right up against my lower lips and turned it on. The sensations were incredible as every nerve ending in my body reacted to the stimulating vibrations probing my most sensitive erogenous zone. Within seconds I was in the throes of my first of many torso-convulsing orgasms as my audience cheered me on. I have never felt so mortified nor so completely uninhibited as my focus would rotate from the overpowering stimulation of the massager to the eyes of all of the grad students enjoying my orgasmic exhibition. Everyone there was treated to my private faces of orgasmic delight as I writhed and squirmed while the vibrating knob performed its magic. The male grad students all had pants poking erections and many of the female grad students had their own sets of fabric pressing nipples as they watched me perform my orgasmic dance. Once they knew that I was becoming physically exhausted supported by the spreading wet spot between my legs, the massager was turned off and I was released from the pole. I indignantly removed the ball gag from my mouth and stormed out of the house. For the rest of the semester no one looked at me the same as the sensuality of that evening was ingrained into all of our memories. I avoided everyone as best I could, but the memories of that evening found me often awake at night with my hand deep inside my panties replaying every intoxicating moment. Nothing before or after that evening totally dominated all of my senses until I was taken hostage by these three men. All of these thoughts race through my head as I brace myself for School's first bruising blow to my face. After what seems like 10 minutes I slowly open my eyes to see a smile of triumph on Harry Potter's face as he whispers something to School. Harry then smugly approaches me and whispers my password into my ear. My entire body gives up as I find myself hanging limply; all the fight has been taken out of me. I am defeated. School cuts me down and I fall into his arms. He stands me back up and cuts the ropes on my hands and reties them behind me. His hands explore my naked body. As he pinches one of my still very erect nipples between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, his other hand slides down my back cupping my bottom; squeezing it hard. I moan pushing my nylon covered mound out and away and feel his hand slide down my bottom following the natural curve of my butt down and then in. His exploring fingers find my wet spot and start to massage my swollen lower lips. My body arches in response as another moan escapes my lips. I hate how I react to this man and my situation. Isn't he supposed to be the bad guy? I give him no resistance as he slings me over his back and walks towards the little room with the mattress. The rope gag in my mouth is soaked with my saliva just as my panties are again becoming soaked with another kind of juice. Abducted Ch. 10 In the silence, the Grand Inquisitor spoke. "She didn't count!" he cried. "I can take that one again!" "Wait, Excellency!" Hans announced, putting up his hand and moving towards Emma. He removed her blindfold, and lifted an eyelid. "As I thought," he said, "she's fainted!" "That's a pity. I enjoyed her screams. We'll forget that she didn't count the last one in that case. I'll just give her the last two, and go." "No, Excellency!" said Hans, angrily. "You know it is not allowed to punish a slave who is unconscious!" "Well, revive her, then! Throw some water over her, or something." "No, Excellency. You know that once a slave has regained consciousness, it is not permitted to punish her again with the same implement until twelve hours have passed." The Grand Inquisitor regarded him with fury. "And you, of course, would report the matter," he hissed though clenched teeth. "Your word against mine! Who do you think will be believed?" "My word – and hers," replied Hans. "And after her performance at the Inquest this evening, I think her word will count for a lot! You know I'm right!" "Too bad," said the old man, accepting defeat. "I need to leave for the capital first thing in the morning. But I'm sure she'll remember to-night. Goodbye, Master Hans, enjoy your slave." He dropped the bullwhip, and headed for the door, obviously disappointed that his enjoyment had been curtailed. Hans called after him, "Goodbye, Excellency. I hope you have a good trip!" Quickly, he lowered Emma from the pulley, released her wrists, and carried her to the bed. He wrapped her unconscious body in a blanket, and went to put on a kettle and fetch some ointment. Returning to Emma, he unwrapped her from the blanket, and gazed at her pale body, marred by four angry red hoops. Gently, he began to massage soothing balm on her tender wounds. Eventually, she stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and she moaned gently. She began to shiver. She was in shock. Hans wrapped her in the blanket, and whispered quietly, "It's OK, Little One. He's gone! Lie quietly; I'm just getting you a warm drink." 'Tea!' he thought, dredging his memory for the correct remedy for shock. 'Hot, sweet tea!' As quickly as he could, he made a pot of tea, poured some into a large mug, and added milk and two large spoons of sugar. He returned to Emma, and propped her upper body against his chest, wrapping his arms around her, and bringing the mug to her lips. "Drink this," he ordered, "it will do you good!" She sipped gratefully, and snuggled against his body. "Has he really gone, Master?" "Yes, Little One. He's gone." She sipped again. Her shivers reduced. "Oh, Master, that hurt so much! Did I really deserve that?" "No, Little One, I don't think so; but, regrettably, he has the authority to punish you as he sees fit. Unfortunately for you, he and I have a long-standing feud, going back about three years." "Yes, Master?" "I persuaded His Highness to over-rule one of the Grand Inquisitor's judgements. He was not pleased. Ever since, he has tried to get back at me. When he can't get back at me directly, he takes it out on one of my charges." Gradually, her shivering subsided. "Oh, Master," she whispered, "it stings so! May I look?" He nodded. She pulled back the blanket and gazed at her white body. Gingerly, her fingers traced the angry red mark below her breasts. "The marks look terrible," she pronounced. "Will they go?" "Yes, in about three weeks I expect. He wouldn't want to risk the marks lasting longer than the permitted twenty-eight days; he knows I would report him to His Highness. You'll need to apply the ointment several times a day; that will help the pain and speed up recovery. At least he avoided your nipples." Playfully, the tips of his fingers brushed across her nipples which hardened at his touch. She sipped her tea, and snuggled against him. A familiar feeling spread through her. She felt safe again with Hans' arms around her. This was not just the man who a few minutes earlier had beaten her and used her to satisfy his lust; this was her Master. Her nipples tightened further, swelling into little brown buds; as if instinctively, her thighs parted slightly, her naked pussy lips peering out invitingly. He smiled to himself, and stroked her clitoris. "Mmm," she murmured, "that's nice, Master. Are you going to fuck me again?" "No, Little One!" She pouted. "But I didn't get to cum last time!" He pretended anger. "Oh, Girl, you have so much to learn! You no longer have any right to an orgasm. In future, you will cum only when I allow it. I will allow it occasionally, sometimes as a reward, but not always. Mostly, I will allow you to cum simply because it would please me to watch you in the throes of an orgasm. Is that clear, Girl?" "Yes, Master, I suppose so," she replied sadly. "In any case," he continued, "there is no time. You need to get to bed; we have to be up early in the morning, to attend the Execution Ground at seven o'clock." "For Boris and Clyde?" she queried. "Yes. We are expected. I told you, the Chief Executioner rang me earlier. Go and wash, and put on some more ointment. Make sure you use the toilet – you won't be able to during the night." Obediently, she rose and headed for the bathroom. Suddenly, he reached into his pocket, withdrew a small white bundle, and threw it in her direction. "And put these on!" he ordered. Emma caught the bundle and held it up, to reveal a pair of skimpy silk briefs. Puzzlement crossed her face. "Panties, Master? But I thought…" "Yes," he interrupted, "normally they are forbidden, but for some purposes they are allowed. Do as I say; don't query my orders, Girl!" "No, Master!" A few minutes later, Emma returned, to find Hans standing by the bed with several lengths of silk rope. "Do you normally sleep on your back or on your side?" he enquired. "On my side, Master." "Left or right?" She thought for a few seconds. "Right, normally, Master." "Lie on the bed, on your right side!" he ordered. He took her left ankle, attaching a rope to the suede anklet, and then to the left-hand foot-post on the bed, leaving several centimetres of play. He repeated the exercise, attaching her right ankle to the right-hand foot-post. He then attached her wrists together with the catches on the suede wristlets, and tied them to the right-hand head-post. He checked the amount of slack on the three ropes. "That should be OK," he announced. "You can move a bit, but you certainly won't be able to masturbate! I don't want you cumming while I'm sleeping." "Oh, Master," she whimpered, "Please! I won't sleep if I can't stroke myself a little!" "You can AND WILL!" he urged, crossly. "You will learn to sleep in the most unusual positions." He looked at his watch. "It's almost one o'clock," he announced. "We need to be at the Execution Ground by 6.55 at the latest, so I'll set my alarm for six o'clock. That will give us time for a quick breakfast. I'll set yours for 5.55, so that you wake up first." Hans took something out of his pocket, and started moving dials. He placed on the table what looked like a control box. He retrieved something else from his pocket and Emma craned to see what it was. It looked like a small vibrator. He opened a drawer, removed a tube of lubricating gel, and spread some on the vibrator. Deftly, he used one hand to move aside the gusset of Emma's panties and with the other slipped the vibrator into her vagina, re-arranging her panties to hold it in place. "That," he announced, in response to her puzzled expression, "is your alarm. "Let's just test it!" He moved a small switch on the control box, and immediately a soft buzzing sensation assailed her cunt. Her eyes flew wide open as the vibrations increased, and she gasped in astonishment at the intensity. "Seems to be working," he smiled, turning the switch so that the sensations ceased. He fiddled with the controls. "OK, that's it. It will go off at 5.55! Until then, sleep well, Little One! Good night." Almost affectionately, he stroked her cheek, and covered her naked body with a large thick silk sheet. "Good night, Master," she whispered. She heard the curtain being pulled across, separating her from the rest of the 'playroom'. The lights went out, and she heard the door closing. Emma lay still. Her mind was in a whirl. So much had happened in one day, and she wasn't sure how to make sense of it. Here she was, tied to a strange bed by a man she barely knew, but whom she called 'Master'. She – Emma Stewart!!! No man was her master! But yet, it somehow felt right to be subservient to this man, to obey him in all things. In spite of his maltreatment of her, the beating on her bare buttocks, and the fact that he had practically raped her when she was powerless to resist him, she felt safe and secure with Master Hans. Her body ached. Her pink buttocks glowed gently, but the over-riding sensation was the constant pain from the four red wheals on her body, left by the Grand Inquisitor. She longed to relieve the pain by gently stroking the marks, but her hands were securely attached to the bedpost. She felt the small vibrator buried in her vagina. She tried to bring her thighs tighter together, to manipulate the intruder, but had insufficient purchase on her ropes. 'Damn,' she thought, 'if only he'd tied my legs the other way round, I could have rubbed my pussy on the mattress! That might have helped to distract me from the pain.' Then she realised. Of course! Master Hans was an expert! Goodness knows how many women he had tied to this bed – or to other beds! If he said she wasn't to masturbate, then he would make sure that she couldn't. She was exhausted, and closed her eyes, trying to sleep, but her thoughts kept revolving in her brain. She was increasingly confused. Was she going to settle meekly for a life of slavery – to be a sex toy for any man to whom she was ordered to give herself? No! She couldn't bear the thought! Somehow, she would escape, but for now, she needed to pretend to succumb to her predicament and to obey her Master. At last, tired, lulled by the faint hum from the air conditioning system, she drifted off into sleep. Abducted Ch. 11 Chapter 11 – The Execution Ground In the morning, at 6.55 prompt, Emma was startled into consciousness by an intrusive buzzing in her vagina. For a few seconds, she wondered where she was, but then the memories came flooding back, urged by the throb of the raw pain from the four angry circles on her soft body. The pain was intense. How had she slept through it? She tried to clench her thighs, to give herself over to the throbbing in her cunt, wishing she could move the intruder closer to her hard clitoris, but her bonds did not allow it. Oh Hell! And now she needed a toilet! How long before Hans came to release her? Another wave of mixed pain and pleasure swept over her, and she whimpered quietly to herself, oblivious to the sound of the opening door, and footsteps approaching. Suddenly, the thick curtain was pulled back. "Good morning, Girl," he said, breezily. "I hope you slept well." "Quite well, thank you, Master, but I'm very sore." She looked up at Hans, admiring his plain black silk dressing-gown. "I see the alarm worked," he smiled. "One quick burst on maximum, and then I'll turn it off." He reached for the control and turned a knob clockwise as far as it could go. Emma squealed as an intense surge of energy flooded her pussy for a few seconds, then murmured in disappointment as Hans turned it off. He chuckled, and replaced the control. Deftly, he untied her ropes. "OK," he ordered, "go and anoint your wounds, and take a bath. Take off your collar and cuffs first, of course. Don't bother about make-up. We are going out, but you will be fully dressed at all times – with full niqab. When you're ready, put your collar and cuffs back on, as they are now, and join me for breakfast." Hans walked towards the door. Halfway, he stopped, turned and smiled at her. "And no panties! They are only for nightwear." "Yes, Master." In the bathroom, Emma looked at herself in the long mirrors. Her buttocks looked less rosy, but the angry wheals around her body seemed just as angry. Tenderly, she anointed them while the bath filled. After extracting the vibrator, she sank gratefully into the warm soapy water, and softly bathed herself. Twenty minutes later, pink from the warm water, her hair brushed, with minimal make-up and with her collar and cuffs re-attached, she slipped into a luxuriously soft bathrobe and entered the kitchen. Hans had his back to her as he placed dishes on the small table, but he had changed into a beautifully tailored natural linen suit. He heard her enter, and turned, looking her up and down. "Did I tell you to put on a bathrobe, Girl?" he asked sternly. "No, Master." "Well take it off then! In here, you will be naked, unless I say otherwise." She quickly removed the offending item, and dropped it across a chair. "Stand straight, Girl. Position Three! Let me look at you." He walked around her. "Mmm, still very red and sore, but you will improve." Suddenly, she felt a stinging pain on her buttock as his hand struck her with force. "YOU STUPID CUNT!" he yelled. "You should be punished severely but there is no time now. Later will have to do." "I… I… I'm sorry, Master. Wh… wh… what have I done, Master?" "Your collar is upside down, for a start." He pulled her towards a mirror and pointed. "Look, the crossed swords should be below the rose. Your wristlets are OK – probably by luck – but you have your anklets on the wrong legs, and one is upside down as well. The buckles should be on the inside, with the loose ends pointing backwards. Change them now!" "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't realise." "You mean you didn't look!" he contradicted crossly. "Or you looked, but you didn't see! Hurry up and correct them; we need to go soon!" Emma's fingers fumbled at the buckles, as she hurriedly re-arranged her fetters. At last, she stood again. "That's better. Now sit down, and help yourself," he said, pointing to a chair opposite himself, and waving at table with fruit juices, fresh fruits, cereals, rolls, and croissants. "Coffee OK? Or would you prefer tea?" "Coffee is fine, thank you Master. Black, please," Emma responded, pouring a large bowl of muesli and starting to eat ravenously. "This is just a quick snack. We'll eat more when we get back from the Execution Ground, and have more time," he explained. "You're probably hungry." "Yes, Master," she agreed. After breakfast, Emma chose a natural coloured abaya with matching khimar, the outfit completed by a dark brown niqab, comfortable sandals and a small leather shoulder bag. Hans attached her ankle chains and leash, and she followed him out of the building into the morning air, feeling warm, even at the early hour. She followed closely behind Hans, both keeping as much as possible to the shade. Emma recognised the Inquest Chamber as they passed it, and then turned sharply to the right, walking along a narrow passage between that building and its neighbour, to emerge into an open area, approximately the size of two tennis courts. An official recognised Hans. "Good morning, Sir," he fawned, "you are expected; we have reserved a place for you in the front row." Hans did not reply, but followed the obsequious servant, who gestured to a comfortable armchair in the middle of the first row of seats. Hans sat, and Emma nearly sat in the chair next to him. At the last second, she remembered, and instead knelt at Hans' feet. "Good Girl!" he muttered, stroking her head. "You remembered." "Yes, Master – just in time!" she agreed. "I nearly forgot." "If you had forgotten, I would have had to punish you," he announced. "Since you have admitted that you nearly forgot, I suppose I had better punish you anyway." "Oh, Master, please no. I am still sore from last night. I shouldn't have told you that I nearly forgot." "So now you are contemplating hiding things from me!" he chuckled. "That demands even more severe punishment." "I see you are determined to punish me anyway, Master." She pouted. "Of course – and you must remember, Girl, that I don't actually need a reason to punish you." "Yes, Master," she agreed, reluctantly. Hans began chatting with the man seated to his immediate right. Emma looked around. The Execution Ground was completely covered by a large canvas canopy in red and white stripes, approximately five metres high, which would give some protection from the blazing sun. In front of her was a raised stage with a wooden floor sloping upwards towards the rear of the Inquest Chamber. Two large doors, now closed, gave access to the imposing building. On the stage were several posts, frames and what appeared to be two old-fashioned mediaeval pillories. To the right of the stage was a large screen, hiding that part of the area. Behind her the ground rose steeply, with a dozen rows of seats, and behind these was a large enclosure providing standing room only. The seats were now rapidly filling. Emma noted with surprise a large number of women filling the seated area, some chaperoned by men, but most accompanied by other women, happily chatting and laughing together. The standing area, in contrast, was entirely occupied by men, and bellows of raucous laughter erupted at intervals. To Emma's right, beyond the seats, was an area screened off from the rest of the arena. "That's His Highness' Enclosure," explained Hans. Sounds of scuffling broke out behind Emma. She craned her neck, trying to see what was going on. "The Ground is full," said Hans. "Apparently several are disappointed that they can't get in!" Suddenly a trumpet sounded. "Seven o'clock!" said Hans. The left-hand door leading to the Inquest Chamber swung open, and a dozen Palace Guards emerged, taking up positions around the raised stage, their rifles over their shoulders. Almost at once, an imposing figure appeared from the same door, dressed in voluminous white trousers with a baggy white shirt. Over his head was a hood, with holes for his eyes, mouth and nose. He stood well over 180 cm tall, and Emma estimated his weight at about 80 kilos. At his waist was a large sword, and he carried a double-headed axe which glistened as he moved. "That's my friend Pedro," explained Hans, "the Chief Executioner." Behind him emerged two other large men, similarly dressed, but with bright red hoods rather than black ones, and without axes. Instead, they each carried one end of a rope, the other end of which was tied around the neck of a naked prisoner. Emma recognised Boris and Clyde. The two former Palace Guards walked erect, their eyes staring straight ahead and their hands tied behind their backs. In spite of their nakedness, they tried to look dignified, and marched in step. "Those are the Deputy Executioners, in the red masks," said Hans. "They are leading your two friends, and behind come to-day's official Sodomists." Two young men emerged. To Emma they looked about twenty-five, each standing about 185 cm tall, with clean-shaven faces and piercing blue eyes and wearing traditional robes, flowing white jalabiyyahs with red aghals over their heads. They looked remarkably similar. "Two of His Highness' male slaves," explained Hans. "I think that's Abdul on the right and Aziz on the left. They're twins, and not easy to tell apart." "Male slaves, Master?" exclaimed Emma in surprise. "Oh yes," said Hans. "His Highness has about a dozen. Some are heterosexual and used mainly by the ladies of the court, and others are homosexual, for male members of the court or guests who are of that inclination. Abdul and Aziz are definitely bisexual. They will have volunteered for this job. I'm not sure yet who their two assistants are." Emma realised that Hans was referring to the two women who brought up the rear of the little procession. Both were enveloped from head to toe in white traditional costume. Suddenly the right-hand door at the back of the stage swung open. A trumpet sounded loudly and an important-looking individual emerged. He shouted something in what Emma recognised as the Old Language, and then translated. "All stand to welcome His Gracious Highness the Prince and his Court!" A hush fell on the arena as all those who had been sitting or kneeling rose to their feet. Two servants emerged first. They walked backwards and ceremoniously brushed the ground in front of an imperious-looking man in traditional costume, wearing a pure white jalabiyyah with a gold-coloured aghal covering his head. He looked about him with piercing brown eyes. This must be 'His Highness' thought Emma, straining for a better view to see if she could recognise the man who had ordered her abduction. She studied his face, with a prominent hooked nose and a neat black beard, but she couldn't recall seeing him before. Immediately behind His Highness walked two women, completely enveloped in purple costumes. Both held leashes, one leading a fresh-faced young man (about eighteen, thought Emma) and the other leading a woman whose face and body were hidden by white traditional clothes. "The women in purple are two of His Highness' wives," whispered Hans. "One flew in last night with her new male slave, as soon as she heard there was to be a ritual Sodomy. Apparently, she's never seen one before." Behind the two wives trooped a further twenty or so men, all dressed in traditional white, some leading female slaves. His Highness waved to the crowd, acknowledged the Chief Executioner's deep bow, and led his entourage into the special enclosure where they vanished from Emma's view. The trumpet sounded again, and the spectators resumed their seats. On a signal from the Chief Executioner, his two deputies led Boris and Clyde towards the front of the stage, to stand in front of the two pillories, with their backs to the audience. The two soldiers did not resist, apparently resigned to their fate. First, spreader bars were attached to their ankles, keeping them about sixty centimetres apart. Their hands were untied, and they were made to bend at the waist so that their wrists and necks fitted the appropriate slots on the bottom section of the pillories. Additional spreader bars were attached to their knees, forcing them further apart. Finally, the Deputy Executioners turned handles on the sides of the pillories, lowering the top of the apparatus, and forcing the two soldiers to bend their knees and thrust out their buttocks. Their genitals hung loosely below them. The Chief Executioner approached, donning rubber gloves. He presented a tube to Boris' anal opening and squeezed. Boris' buttocks clenched, and clenched again as a finger was thrust into his anus to spread the lubricant. A second squeeze from the tube followed. One of his deputies handed the Chief Executioner a thin phallus, about two centimetres in diameter and thirty centimetres long. He spread some lubricant on the end, placed it against Boris' opening, and steadily pushed, until about ten centimetres had disappeared inside. Boris squirmed slightly at the sudden discomfort. The Chief Executioner stood back, apparently examining the angle at which the phallus entered Boris' body, ordered an adjustment to the height of the pillory, so that Boris' knees were bent a little more, and then signalled his satisfaction. The Chief Executioner then turned his attention to Clyde, and performed a similar operation on the bigger black man. Finally, his deputies re-appeared with two large pillows which they placed on the ground, between the prisoners' legs. Emma looked puzzled. What were the pillows for? "It'll come clear soon," remarked Hans, reading her thoughts. Suddenly, Emma heard a gasp from the spectators. She turned her head and saw that the two male slaves, Abdul and Aziz, had removed their head-dresses and were in the process of removing their robes. Within seconds, their muscular tanned bodies were on view, their impressive penises dangling limply. They were naked apart from their slave collars, wristlets and anklets. The two men stretched their arms and flexed their muscles, obviously proud of their bodies. From a distance of about ten metres, Emma could make out the tattoos on their left buttocks, and what she took to be brands on the insides of their left thighs. A murmur of expectation erupted as their two female assistants moved forward. They waited for silence, and then removed their niqabs, revealing their faces for the first time. Proudly, they looked around them, and again acting in co-ordination removed their khimars, letting them fall to the ground to join the niqabs. "I thought so," announced Hans. "The taller girl is Muna. She comes from Kenya, and is rumoured to have been a Maasai chieftain's daughter. The other is Rana. I trained her myself." Still moving in unison, the two slaves began pulling their abayas over their heads, revealing their nakedness. A ripple of applause ran through the spectators, as the two girls stood proudly, showing off their well-honed bodies. Emma noticed Hans shuffling in his seat, and realised that he was trying to accommodate his growing erection. She looked around, and noticed several other men exhibiting a similar discomfiture. The taller girl, Muna, was about the same height as the two male slaves. She stood with her head held high, her legs slightly apart, and smiled, revealing pure white teeth, contrasting with her dark black skin which glistened in the heat. A mane of black hair surrounded her head. In contrast, Rana was nearly fifteen centimetres shorter, with pale white skin and long blonde hair which moved slightly in the light breeze. Her skin appeared flawless, apart from her tattoo, and the mark of the brand on her left breast. Her breasts were firm and rounded, surmounted by small areolae and prominent nipples, standing proud and erect. Emma thought she had never seen anyone as beautiful before. "They are a good-looking pair," remarked Hans. "Yes, Master. Muna is certainly striking… imposing…" Emma sought a suitable adjective, "but the other girl, Rana, is truly unbelievable. She is so beautiful!" "Agreed. One of the most beautiful slaves I have had the pleasure of training. She came from Georgia, in America." Hans continued, "They will be busy, the two girls. Their next job is to get the four men erect!" No sooner had Hans spoken, when the two women approached Abdul and Aziz. In what was obviously a rehearsed routine, each woman wrapped her arms around the neck of her chosen man, sought his lips with hers and began a lascivious open-mouthed kiss. Each girl rubbed her naked pussy invitingly on the man's thigh, and almost immediately both cocks twitched and began coming to life. On a murmured command from the taller girl, each woman grasped a cock in her right hand and began manipulating it expertly. As the cocks grew, they removed their lips from their partners' mouths, kissing down the length of their bodies, until they finally knelt to envelope the engorged cocks in their mouths. They sucked for a few seconds, and then pulled away to admire the results of their expertise, smiling at each other and at their partners. With a final kiss on the end of their partners' cocks, the two women moved towards the pillories, to turn their attention to Boris and Clyde, indicating to Abdul and Aziz that they should stroke their own cocks to maintain their erections. As they stood in front of the two prisoners, Clyde's cock twitched, as if by a reflex action. Boris remained impassive, but not for long. The two girls moved behind the soldiers, lay on their backs, their feet facing towards the spectators, and shuffled backwards so as to lie on the two pillows between the prisoners' feet, Muna lying under Clyde and Rana under Boris. Reaching up, each girl took hold of a limp cock, and started stroking, using her other hand to fondle the testicles. From her vantage point, only about seven metres away, Emma had a clear view of Muna's glistening pussy as she lay with her legs parted. Emma had never before seen the pussy of a black girl, and was surprised at its pinkness. She had not really thought about it before, but probably she had expected a black girl's cunt to be black as well. Clyde's massive member was already growing fast, but Boris seemed less interested. However, as Rana's full lips enveloped his penis, and her tongue began tickling his glans, he could not resist. His cock grew, especially when she started manipulating the thin phallus which was still embedded in his anus. The two girls continued to work with expertise, each careful not to over-stimulate her prisoner. They whispered to each other as they worked, but finally both were satisfied. As one, they left the two prisoners and returned to Abdul and Aziz, each girl accepting en route a tube of lubricant from the Chief Executioner. On their knees in front of the two slaves, they again sucked the penises back to full erection, playing expertly with their balls and arseholes. They spread lubricant liberally on the two cocks, and pulled the two men towards the pillories. Meanwhile, the two Deputy Executioners had removed the phalluses from the prisoners' anuses, and re-lubricated the waiting holes. Muna pulled Abdul towards Clyde, and resumed her previous position between the prisoner's legs, taking hold of his enormous cock, and opening her mouth wide to ease the tip past her lips. Clyde groaned. Abdul held his own cock in his left hand and presented its head to Clyde's puckered anal hole. The crowd, Emma included, craned their necks to get a better view. Clyde tensed, feeling the other man's cock at his entrance. Abdul pushed, and the first couple of centimetres of his cock vanished inside Clyde's rectum. He grabbed hold of Clyde's hips, and pushed again, moving his hips in a circular motion, and pulling the prisoner's body towards him at the same time. Clyde tried to relax, to forget his shameful predicament, and gave himself over to the sensations in his anus, and around his cock, as Muna continued to suck. Expertly, Abdul inched his cock into the other man's hole, until finally his balls met the other man's buttocks. Abducted Ch. 11 Chapter 11: Finally!! He throws me face down onto the mattress and then uses the towels that I used previously to "freshen up" as a means to prop up my hips. School almost sighs to me," Now I am going to teach you to always do as I say, Ms. Harley." My body responds, "Please do." My entire body quivers in some unknown anticipation. School takes a hold of my tied hands and lifts them up in the air. The movement of my arms into the air presses my face down into the mattress. There is a slight hesitation and then I feel the first hard smack of his bare hand across my wet and exposed buttocks. My cheeks automatically clench tightly together in response to the sharp stinging pain coursing through my lower body and attacking my brain with its confusing message for a sexual response. I arch my back, which lifts my head from the mattress and let out a loud, "Ooooouch" through my rope gagged lips. The pain is extreme and yet very, very exquisite. Another smack reverberates across my clenched cheeks and the stinging pain rockets along my lower extremities. I can feel School shaking in anger to my recent escape although in between smacks, as my head clears a little from the pain, I sense his jealousy as well for the act that I performed on Chano to get him to fall asleep. Another and another smack ignites my bottom until it feels on fire. Tears of hurt, and fear form in my eyes and slowly make their way down my face. I bury my head into the mattress and the blows continue to reign down on my almost naked skin. I find myself racked in sobs from the pain, and at the same time I feel a sense of release pass through me almost like a mini orgasm. Finally with School gasping for air from his physical exertion, he stops. As he tries to catch his breath I feel his hand start to massage my reddened buttocks, which helps to alleviate the pain. His hand makes a circular motion across my very tender checks in ever widening circles until it finds itself at the top of my thighs slowly slipping between my opening legs. School lets his hand explore my upper thighs when I feel his fingers subtly slip down between my legs and up against my nylon-covered kitty. I absolutely purr into my rope gag, not that he can hear me. I gradually push my pelvis up off of the mattress allowing his fingers to stroke the entire length of my opening lips through the moist nylon of my barely there panties. School lets out a little growl as he finds my hardening female kernel of excitement pushing forward for more attention. My entire body becomes alive with the sudden change in sensations. The pain signals in my nerves have all but subsided and have been replaced by a most addictive tingling that has me moving my pelvis in direct alignment with School's manual manipulations of me. I have become his instrument and I want to be played. He must hear my increasingly loud moans emanating from my tightly bound lips and notice the movement of my hips to emphasize the play of his educated fingers. With great difficulty I bring my knees forward pushing my buttocks into the air while my face becomes buried into the mattress. Once I am balanced on my knees and face, I turn my head sideways in order to gain more oxygen as I gasp for air. I can just barely see School out of the corner of my eye as he moves his body to kneel between my legs. I hear the telltale unzipping of his pants and the unbuckling of his belt buckle as he slides them down his legs allowing his manhood to take full bloom. I squirm to try and see what he is doing but find that I don't need to as I feel his warm erection slide along the thin nylon material that hugs my bottom. I react by moving my knees further apart and push my half covered cheeks towards his throbbing protuberance. School runs two fingers along my kitty taking a hold of the crotch of my panties and pulls the fabric away from my dripping aperture. I feel his groin move away from my bottom for just a second and then with a firm thrust of his pelvis, he easily slides his rod of hard flesh deep inside of me. The sudden feeling of being goosed in a most delicious manner brings out a moan of epic proportions as my face is pushed forward into the mattress. We both know that this has nothing to do with making love as our experiences over the past 8 hours or so are crying for release. And what better way to release all of our anger, frustration, and fear than a good old mind blowing in and out. I brace my body as best that I can, arching my back in order to give School full access. He doesn't disappoint me as he begins slamming his body up against mine making a loud grunting noise with each thrust as his bare flesh smacks against mine. I in turn again bury my face into the mattress as sweat forms along my back and down my forehead trying to stay balanced with my hands tied behind my back as each glorious thrust of his organ can be felt all of the way into my stomach. When I think that it is about to end, School unexpectedly pulls his slick growth out and flips me over onto my back. Without hesitation I spread my legs wide and lift my pelvis to his stiffened instrument of raw pleasure. As he again begins his thrusting I wrap my legs around his middle and pull him forward with every push of his pelvis. I am getting a good f**king and enjoying every minute of it. As both of our bodies drip our animal sweat onto the mattress, School's body goes taut and as he arches his back pressing himself firmly against my lower half, he lets out a guttural groan of ecstasy and I can feel his hot crème squirt deep inside of me. At almost the same time, my kitty muscles clamp firmly against his ejaculating appendage and I writhe and wiggle in the most delectable throes of orgasm. Our unh's and oh's creating a pornographic symphony of sound as our bodies release all of our long overdue stresses and tensions of this long and difficult day. School collapses alongside of me in utter exhaustion as my legs find similar purchase on the mattress. If I weren't still tied, I would probably thank him for giving me such a delicious and erotic method to release all that has been stored in me since I was kidnapped. Long overdue tears roll down my cheeks as my entire body lets go of the trauma of the day. School kindly finds his pocketknife from the pocket of his discarded pants and cuts the rope gag from my mouth allowing me to gulp in the air necessary to replenish my exhausted supply. We both continue to lie there side by side forgetting for a brief moment the roles that we assumed when this play of greed and threatened violence had begun. He kindly puts the little bit of covering left on me back in place and then gets dressed giving me a look mixed with satisfaction and dominance. But I also see deep within his eyes his appreciation for a woman like me. I know that he is addicted to the freak within me. A man like School probably needs to think that he just taught an uppity lady executive a good lesson, however this uppity lady thoroughly enjoyed every moment. As he walks out of the room I hear him say to Chano, we need to get Ms. Harley some new clothes and get the final step of our plan into motion. Abducted Ch. 11 He pulled back, sliding his thick rod almost all the way out, then plunging in again, slowly. Gradually, he increased the pace. Clyde groaned again, and Muna fondled his balls in encouragement. Meanwhile, Rana and Aziz were working on Boris in the same way. The crowd, at first raucous with excitement, grew silent as they watched the two cocks slide in and out of the prisoners' arseholes. Both men had been buggered before – male rape was an unofficial but unavoidable part of the initiation process into the army – but not since they were raw recruits, several years ago. They knew the procedure, having witnessed ritual sodomy in the past. They knew that the two men would continue pumping in and out of their anuses until the prisoners climaxed. They tried to forget the hundreds of pairs of eyes watching them, and concentrate on reaching orgasm. The two girls lying between their legs encouraged them by running their fingers up and down their engorged cocks and sucking the heads. Boris came first. Rana sensed his balls tightening and knew he was about to erupt. She removed his penis from her mouth and wanked it furiously with her fist until a shaft of white semen burst from the end and spattered over her face. She smiled triumphantly, and worked his cock again so that a further ribbon of spunk landed on her breasts. Clyde erupted soon afterwards. Again, Muna felt him coming, and removed his enormous cock from her mouth in time for his eruption to spread across her handsome features. The two girls extricated themselves from under the prisoners, and stood to one side to watch the next stage. Abdul and Aziz looked at each other. They nodded. "Count of three!" said Abdul. "One… Two… Three…" In unison, they started pounding their cocks in and out of the soldiers' arses. Boris grimaced at the ferocity of their attack, and tried to relax to minimise the pain, feeling that his rectum was being torn apart. Clyde, the larger man, accommodated the assault more comfortably. "Ready, Aziz?" called Abdul. "Ten seconds… Nearly… OK… Now!!!" replied his twin. The two brothers erupted in unison, driving their cocks far into their prisoners' arseholes, and spewing semen inside. They were overcome by secondary spasms, but at last became still, gradually withdrawing their softening penises from their unaccustomed sheaths and turning to the spectators to bow, and accept the ripple of applause. The two girls joined them, and the four held hands in a line as they bowed to the spectators, many shouting encouragement and clamouring for more. The Deputy Executioners appeared with basins of warm soapy water. The two girls rinsed most of the semen off their own faces and upper bodies and then turned their attention to the twins. First, they carefully washed and dried their cocks which now hung limply down. Satisfied with that task, they now began the process of bringing the two members back to attention, by stroking, licking, sucking and generally cosseting the flaccid dicks. Amazingly quickly, the cocks began to rise. Hans looked on enviously. 'Oh, the pleasures of youth,' he thought to himself. 'Once, not that long ago, I too could rise again after only a few minutes rest.' The two girls continued their ministrations, gradually coaxing the two cocks back to their full rigidity, and their full length, exceeding fifteen centimetres. Their fingers experimented with the tight arseholes of the two men, pushing further into the dark recesses to increase the stiffness of the two straining penises. Finally satisfied, they moved away, and smiled. Meanwhile, almost unnoticed, Boris and Clyde languished on their pillories, their knees still bent uncomfortably and their legs forced apart by the spreader bars. Semen trickled out of their anuses and down their thighs. Their cocks now hung limply beneath them, emptied of spunk. Suddenly, the two Deputy Executioners emerged from behind the screen, each carrying an enormous plastic dildo, attached to a form of harness. They passed these to Abdul and Aziz, who immediately started to dress their partners. The girls held the dildos in place while the men secured straps around the girls' waists, and then round their thighs. Finally, thin cords passed between the girls' legs, to be secured at the back to the waist straps. The two girls stood to attention, each now sporting a formidable erection. Emma gasped. Hans smiled. "That's what my friend Pedro, the Chief Executioner, rang about last night. He wondered if you would have liked to do this bit yourself, but I thought you'd probably never used a strap-on dildo before." "No, Master, never," agreed Emma. "It's not something you come across very much in Edinburgh. I don't think they sell them in Jenners," she chuckled. "Jenners?" "Oh, it's an old-fashioned, up-market department store in Edinburgh," Emma explained. "A sort of Scottish Harrods, I suppose." "We don't mention Harrods here," Hans scolded. "His Highness doesn't get on well with the owner! Anyway, I don't think even Harrods sell these; Pedro had them specially made. He wanted the dildos to be as securely attached as possible, but still leave access to the wearer's cunt and arsehole. He couldn't find anything suitable in the market, but after much experimentation he designed these. He's very proud of them; they arrived only a couple of weeks ago, and this is their first appearance in public. Pedro couldn't resist bringing them round to show me. What you probably didn't see is that on the inside is a small protrusion, which rubs against the wearer's clitoris, with a button to switch it on and make it vibrate. Look, I think Muna has just switched hers on; her expression has changed dramatically." Emma looked at the Maasai princess. Her eyes looked glazed as she apparently concentrated for the moment on the sensations between her thighs. She smiled at Rana and said something, inaudible to Emma. The American girl turned a switch, and she too burst into a broad smile as the vibrations commenced. "There's another switch to make the dildo itself vibrate," continued Hans. "The batteries are concealed inside the dildo. The whole thing really is an extremely fine piece of engineering. The dildos can be interchanged, of course; you'll notice that Muna's is bigger than Rana's." Emma peered more closely. Because Muna was so much taller than Rana, she hadn't noticed before, but Hans was correct. Rana's dildo was, Emma estimated, about the same size as Clyde's erect penis, about thirty centimetres long and five centimetres in diameter; Muna's was at least five centimetres longer, and one centimetre wider. Her eyes watered at the thought of taking that monster. The two girls walked towards the unhappy prisoners, followed by their companions. A Deputy Executioner handed each girl a tube of lubrication, which they spread liberally on their dildos. First, they walked in front of the two prisoners, to show them the size of their weapons. "Hell!" murmured Clyde to his companion. "This is going to hurt a lot! Just relax as much as you can Boris, and hope they get it over quickly." Rana took her position behind Boris, and Muna behind Clyde. Abdul and Aziz stood behind the two girls. They presented the heads of their dildos to the puckered anuses, and started to push. The boys behind them steadied the girls, with arms around them, and pushed against the girls' buttocks to help them gain entry to the small channels to which they sought entry. Boris groaned as he felt his hole being stretched, his anus beginning to give under the pressure. He bit his lip, and tried to relax. The pain increased as the widest part of the dildo forced its way in. Rana rocked back and forth, back and forth, and then suddenly pushed, assisted by Abdul (or was it Aziz?) pressing against her back. Boris moaned loudly, and suddenly another five centimetres disappeared into his arsehole. Rana moved a switch, and smiled at the prisoner's reaction as the vibrator started up. She took hold of Boris' shoulders and pushed again, shoving another five centimetres into his tight passage. She rested for a few seconds, whispered something to her helper, and in unison they pushed again, driving the dildo deep into his bowels with one long stroke. Boris let out an even longer groan. She looked across at Muna, relishing the insistent buzzing against her clitoris, and rested while the taller girl and her companion managed to insert the last few centimetres into Clyde. He moaned in pain. His whole body was beaded in sweat. His eyes were closed, but Rana noticed with surprise that his erection had returned. She wondered about Boris, and full of curiosity felt under his body. "He's hard, Abdul," she said in astonishment. "He's got a full erection!" "It's Aziz!" said the boy, smiling. "I think that's quite normal." "Sorry Aziz. I have trouble telling you apart!" At a signal from the Chief Executioner, the two girls grabbed the prisoners' shoulders and began rocking backwards and forwards to move the dildos in and out of the captive men, eliciting further moans and groans of pain. On a further signal, the girls spread their legs and the two men behind them slipped their cocks into their waiting cunts. Rana and Muna sank their dildos fully into Boris and Clyde, and lay across them, savouring the feeling of their vaginas being assaulted with increasing urgency, and pushing their buttocks back against the two men. Abdul and Aziz grabbed the girls' tits from behind, and began to squeeze their nipples as they increased their pace. Sweat poured from their bodies. "Ready, Aziz?" asked one. "Yes. On three!" "OK. One… Two… Three!!!" Simultaneously, the two men erupted inside their mates, and a ripple of applause spread around the spectators. Their soft penises slipped from their sheaths, leaving the two girls feeling empty. Deftly, they unbuckled and untied the dildos, releasing the girls, but leaving the dildos firmly inside the prisoners' arses. The girls kissed each other, then their men, and stood hand-in-hand in a row to bow to the audience amid rapturous applause and shouts of encouragement. They bowed again, all four faces wreathed in smiles. The Deputy Executioners produced four large silver bowls, and each performer took one, before moving towards the spectators. Emma wondered what was happening, but soon realised that they were taking a collection. Muna started at the back of the seated area and Rana at the front. Abdul and Aziz headed for the standing area, from which raucous comments were soon heard. "I don't have any money for the collection, Master," she whispered. "No, of course not; it would be quite improper for a slave to use money in the presence of her Master. My contribution will be enough for two. A quarter of the collection will go to the Chief Executioner and his staff, and the rest will be divided between the four of them." Suddenly Rana was standing in front of them, still naked. "Well done, Rana," said Hans, dropping a large note into the proffered bowl. "That was an excellent show." "Gee, thank you, Master," replied the girl in a Southern accent, smiling broadly. "It was fun. That was my first time, but Muna's done it before and was a great help!" Emma noticed traces of dried semen still spattered in her hair and on her breasts. Fresh semen trickled down the insides of her thighs, and her pussy glistened. "Is this your new girl, Master?" she asked, nodding towards Emma. "Yes, this is Leila. She thinks you are beautiful – and she's right of course," Hans added, smiling. "Hey, that's nice. Thank you, Honey, but the word is that you're quite a looker yourself. I sure hope we get to meet again soon. And to think all this display is down to you!" She turned to Hans. "How come you never organised this in my honour, Master, when you were training me?" she pouted. "Well, for a start, I don't remember you ever trying to escape!" "True, Master!" Rana agreed, moving on to the next in line and offering her bowl. "Well, Girl, what did you make of that?" he asked. "Amazing," replied Emma. "I never thought I would ever see anything like that. And it was quite erotic." "Are you turned on, Little One?" enquired Hans. "Yes, Master. Quite damp. Will you have to punish me, Master?" "No, Little One, not for that!" he laughed. Suddenly, a man appeared next to Hans, dressed in handsome white flowing robes. "Master Hans," he began, "His Highness wishes to inspect his new acquisition. I assume this is she?" "Yes, Lord Vizier, this is the new slave Leila." "Good. Bring her to His Highness' Enclosure immediately after the flogging." "Of course, Lord Vizier." The Vizier nodded, and departed. "Please, Master," Emma whispered hesitantly, "may I speak?" "Yes, Girl." "Must we stay for the flogging, Master? I don't think I could bear to watch that." "Yes, we must stay. It is expected. If you can't watch, close your eyes; no-one will notice under your niqab, but don't look away." Momentarily, Emma had forgotten about the two prisoners. Looking back to the stage, she saw that they were still in their pillories. Clyde had managed to evacuate the dildo from his rectum, but Boris was still successively clenching and unclenching his buttocks in an effort to expel his own interloper. With one final mighty effort, he succeeded, and it fell to the floor. The Chief Executioner nodded and his two assistants began to release Clyde from his pillory. They then pulled him towards one of the two frames set side-by-side towards the rear of the stage. Quickly, they tied his wrists to the top of the frame and his ankles to the bottom, so that he formed an 'X'. They dealt with Boris in the same way, securing him to the other frame, next to his copain. The two men were then instructed to bite on pieces of wood, which were secured by ties at the back of their necks. "Those are bits, not gags," explained Hans. "They are to avoid the possibility that they might inadvertently bite off their tongues because of the pain." Thick leather hoods were then placed over their heads. "The hoods are to protect their faces, and especially their eyes, in case the floggers miss their target," said Hans. "They don't want either of them to end up facially disfigured, or blinded." The three executioners walked to the back of the stage, towards a large chest. When they returned, each carried a 'cat of nine tails', a leather handle to which were attached lengths of knotted rope, with a total length of about one and a half metres. The first Deputy Executioner took up a position next to Clyde, and the other next to Boris. The Chief Executioner stood a little way to the right of the two frames, his right arm extended in front of him. His deputies watched him intently, each drawing back his right arm, with the lash extended, preparing to strike. Immediately the Chief Executioner dropped his arm, the lashes cracked and bit into the prisoners' backs. "One!" called the Chief Executioner. Both men let out a loud grunt as their bodies tensed under the pain. The three executioners got ready again, the deputies striking, with even more force, as their chief dropped his arm. "Two!" Louder grunts came from the two prisoners, and Emma noticed the first trace of blood on Boris' back. By the time the Chief Executioner called "Five!" blood was seeping from the backs of both men. As the whips were drawn back in readiness to strike again, drops of blood sprinkled off the strings and flew across the stage, some landing just a metre in front of Emma. She clutched Hans' arm with her hand. "I can't watch any more, Master. It's horrible!" After the call of "Six!" the three executioners changed places. The Chief Executioner took up position next to Clyde, replacing his deputy who moved to attend to Boris. In turn, the second deputy took his chief's original place and extended his arm. The next six strokes were directed at the prisoners' buttocks and thighs. By the time "Nine!" had been called, blood was seeping generously from these areas as well. After "Twelve!" the three men changed places again, but re-arranging their positions so that they could lash the prisoners' fronts. The first three strokes landed on their chests, and the next three on their stomachs and genitals. The two soldiers managed muffled cries of supreme agony as the knots bit into their penises and testicles. On the cry of "Eighteen!" the two deputies dropped their whips and removed the masks from Boris and Clyde. They nodded to the Chief Executioner, confirming that both men were still conscious, and replaced the hoods. Returning to their original positions, the three executioners repeated the flogging. Six more strokes landed on the prisoners' backs, six on their buttocks and thighs, and the final six on their chests, stomachs and genitals. Finally, on the call of "Thirty-Six!" both men slumped in their frames, exhausted from the effort of withstanding the pain inflicted upon them. The deputies removed the hoods, extracted the bits from between their teeth, and finally doused both prisoners liberally with salty water. They hung, semi-conscious and naked, from their frames, dripping a mixture of blood, sweat and water, pictures of abject misery. "Is it over, Master?" whispered Emma. "Yes, Girl. But come, we need to go to His Highness." Emma looked briefly in the direction of the two prisoners, shuddering in horror at the sight of the two bleeding creatures. "It looks worse than it is," said Hans, trying to re-assure his charge. "The wounds are really pretty superficial, and will heal. They will be left there for six hours, but will frequently be doused with salty water, both as a disinfectant, and to keep them cool. They will also be sprayed with a repellent, to deter flies. Come along!" He pulled on her leash, leading her towards the back of the Enclosure. On the way, he instructed her. "Remember, you must drop to your knees in front of His Highness. Position One, as I taught you. Don't look at his face; don't stare. If he asks you to stand, use Position Three. If he should speak to you, address him as 'Highness', not 'Your Highness'. You'll be fine, I'm sure." The entrance at the rear of His Highness' Enclosure was guarded by two imposing Palace Guards. "Master Hans," said one, "you are expected. I will fetch the Vizier. The slave can disrobe in there," he finished, pointing to a small alcove." "Disrobe, Master?" whispered Emma. "Am I to be naked?" "Of course, Girl," laughed Hans. "When His Highness says he wants to see you, he wants to see all of you!" Resignedly, Emma started to take off her clothes. By the time the guard returned with the Vizier, she was naked. The two men looked her up and down, appreciatively. "His Highness will see you now," announced the Vizier. "Follow me!" The Vizier led the way, followed by Hans, who led Emma on her leash. As they entered a large tented enclosure, Emma smelt the unmistakeable scent of sex and arousal. In the centre, a man lay on a divan. Emma recognised him as His Highness, the Prince. A naked girl slowly fanned him. From her collar, Emma assumed the girl was another slave, and was pleased to find she was not the only nude woman in the Enclosure. On the far side of the Prince, his wives lay on two slightly smaller divans, still wearing their purple robes, but without their niqabs. They looked up as Emma entered, perused her from top to toe, and then returned their attention to something on the floor between their two divans. Almost absent-mindedly, His Highness stroked the inner thigh of the slave who was fanning him, occasionally allowing his fingers to penetrate her pussy. Hans made a deep bow, and beckoned to Emma to prostrate herself. "Ah, Master Hans." The Prince spoke with a deep voice, and smiled. "This must be our new acquisition!" Abducted Ch. 11 "Yes, Highness. This is Slave Leila." "Leila? Not an appropriate name. Who chose it?" "I don't know, Highness. Perhaps it was the next on the list," replied Hans with a shrug of his shoulders. The Prince looked angry. "Vizier!" he started, authoritatively, "In future, make sure Master Hans is consulted before any new slaves are named!" "Yes, Highness!" The Vizier scribbled in a book which he extracted from a capacious pocket. Emma kept her eyes cast down, not daring to look at the Prince. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the naked legs of his slave, and signs of semen still trickling down her thigh. The Prince looked steadily at Emma, and smiled. "Hmm," he ruminated, "very nice! Not at all bad! Stand up, Girl!" Emma obeyed, getting to her feet and standing with her feet slightly apart as she had been taught, her eyes still cast down. The Prince rose from his divan and moved towards her. "And these marks?" he asked, running a finger along the angry welts below Emma's breasts. She winced in pain. Hans made to answer, but the Prince raised a hand to silence him. "I asked the girl. Let her speak." "The Grand Inquisitor, Highness," she murmured. "I see. Yesterday?" "Yes, Highness." "It still hurts?" "Yes, Highness; it hurts a lot." "And for what heinous crime did he punish you?" Emma blushed. She wondered what to say. Finally, she replied, "I became aroused in his Court, Highness. The Grand Inquisitor did not approve." "I heard about it," smiled the Prince, "but am surprised that anyone could become sexually aroused at an Inquest. Normally, the proceedings are very boring." "I was naked, Highness, and men were staring at me. I am not used to it." "Not yet, perhaps, but in time you will become accustomed," replied His Highness with a grin. "Four strokes?" "Yes, Highness. It should have been six, but I passed out after four." "I see. And do you think your punishment was unduly severe?" Emma thought carefully. "I am new here, Highness, and do not yet understand your ways, but, yes, I do consider the punishment unduly severe." "Well said, Slave. You are quite a diplomat. What about your Master? Did he find it severe?" "He gave that impression, Highness. I think he tried to stop the Grand Inquisitor." "Is this true, Hans?" asked the Prince. "Yes, Highness. I tried, but the Grand Inquisitor insisted, and he was not exceeding his authority. I was powerless to prevent it." "I see," mused the Prince. "So, on a whim, my great uncle, the Grand Inquisitor, decides to damage my property. For a while now I have been wondering whether the time had come for the Grand Inquisitor to retire. He has given the State many years of service; it is time he took a rest. See to it, Vizier, and arrange for me to interview the other Inquisitors to appoint a new Grand Inquisitor." "Yes, Highness," responded the Vizier, again writing in his book. "Will you grant an audience with the Grand Inquisitor?" "Yes, but only after I have appointed his successor." The Prince moved behind Emma. She felt his piercing gaze on her back. An unfamiliar hand stroked her right buttock, gripped it tightly, and then slapped it lightly. "Excellent," murmured the Prince approvingly. "A lovely firm bum. Bend over, Slave; touch your toes!" Emma obeyed, and felt strange fingers parting her buttocks, exploring her pussy, and finally playing on the tight brown rosebud of her anal opening. "Beautiful!" exclaimed His Highness. "I look forward to improving our acquaintanceship! I'm sure you will enjoy training this one, Hans. Keep me personally informed of your progress." "Of course, Highness." "Stand up, Slave," exclaimed the Prince. "You may look at me now, Slave. It is important that you recognise your Prince." Emma raised her gaze. From close quarters, he indeed appeared to be about forty-five years old. His piercing brown eyes exuded authority, reinforced by his prominent nose and jet black beard. A scar, about ten centimetres long, disfigured his left cheek. He had once been very handsome, thought Emma. He was still quite good-looking, but a little overweight. "Well, Slave, have you a question?" he asked. Emma thought hurriedly. She hadn't expected that question. Probably, he expected her to ask about his scar. Finally she spoke. "Please, Highness, I am puzzled. May I ask how and why I was selected?" He laughed. "An excellent question! Yes, one day soon I will tell you the story, but not just yet. Obey your Master and follow your training. We will meet again. For now, go and sit over there. I have a proposition to put to your Master in private. Come, Hans. And you too, Vizier, come to my private room." The three men moved away and Emma settled herself in a corner. Suddenly, she heard rustling noises and giggles, which appeared to emanate from the floor between the two Princesses, who lay on their sides on their divans, peering at the space between them. "It's no good, Highness," came a girl's voice. "I can't get him up again. I give up!" "What's the matter with you Mushtaq?" asked the Princess nearer to Emma. "I'm sorry, Highness. I was still performing at midnight last night, and I've already cum three times this morning. I just can't manage any more!" "Midnight?" commented the Princess. She turned to her companion, the Prince's third wife. "I thought you said you had an early night, Sister-Wife?" "I did, my dear Farah. I lent Mushtaq to a close friend. She seemed very pleased with him, at least I believe she wouldn't let him back home until nearly one o'clock in the morning." "And three times, Mushtaq?" continued the first lady. "That's nothing. My sister has a boy who regularly performs five times a morning!" "Oh, Highness, I too can manage five times a morning, six even. But not five times in an hour. It's not yet eight o'clock, Highness. Please let me rest a little," pleaded the boy. Intrigued, Emma shifted her position a little, craning her neck to see. Lying on an ornate carpet between the two divans, she noticed a mop of black tousled hair, above which were the shapely white buttocks of a young naked girl, kneeling with her legs on either side of his head. Her head, surmounted by carefully tended long black hair, appeared to be immediately above the boy's groin, in a classic '69' position. Both boy and girl wore slave collars, anklets and wristlets. Emma's glance turned to the two women in purple. The Princess closer to Emma appeared about thirty-five. She was, thought Emma, good-looking, but certainly not beautiful in any conventional sense. Her manner seemed to imply authority over her companion, slightly younger, with finer features and high, prominent cheek-bones. Emma was reminded of the well-known bust of Queen Nefertiti from Ancient Egypt. "Oh very well. You can rest your cock a little. But what about you, Ayar?" continued the first Princess, stroking the head of the young girl. "Have you cum yet?" "No, Highness." "Would you like to cum, Ayar?" "Oh yes, please, Highness," exclaimed the girl excitedly, "please, Highness!" "Very well. Come up on the divan next to me, and Mushtaq will eat your pussy until you cum!" She turned to her companion. "That's OK with you, my dear Rasheeka? You don't mind us using your little toy, do you?" "Of course not, Sister-Wife." "And you, Mushtaq, do you think you can manage that, or are you so much of a wimp that your tongue needs a rest as well?" "No, Highness, my tongue is fit and well. I would love to eat out Ayar." The young girl extricated herself from her companion and climbed onto her mistress' divan. Emma could now see more clearly an extraordinarily pretty young girl of about eighteen, possibly nineteen, with a boyish figure and small, firm breasts. Her mistress sat up and patted the divan next to her. "Come, Ayar, lie here with your head on my lap. Put this pillow under your bottom. That's it! Comfortable?" "Yes, Highness. Thank you, Highness." "Bend your knees and open your legs, my Pet. Come, Mushtaq, enjoy your breakfast!" The boy's head appeared above the corner of the divan. Emma saw a smiling face, clean-shaven, open and trusting – a face to melt the heart of any older woman. "Ayar has the prettiest pussy in the whole palace – except, of course, for your Highnesses," he added hurriedly. "Flatterer!" smiled Princess Farah. "Come! Don't keep the poor girl waiting. She's made you cum twice this morning and it's time you repaid the favour!" Obediently, the young man, kneeling on the floor, lifted the girl's legs over his shoulders, and applied his mouth to her naked slit. Idly, Emma wondered who had made Mushtaq cum the third time, and could not resist the urge to stretch her neck for a better view. Princess Rasheeka noticed. "Ah! The new slave is interested. Come over here, Girl, and you will see better." She pointed to a space on the floor next to her. "Thank you, Highness," said Emma, gratefully, moving towards the divan and sinking to her knees on the spot indicated. "Have you ever watched this before?" asked the Princess. "No, Highness." "But you've had your own pussy eaten, I hope!" "Oh yes, Highness, often." "I should think so too. You're very beautiful. Shame about the marks from your whipping, but they will heal. Watch and learn!" "Thank you, Highness." Intrigued, she watched as Mushtaq applied his lips and tongue to Ayar's slit, first running his tongue up its full length, and then down again, before nibbling on her engorged clitoris. The girl moaned in appreciation. "Get hold of his hair," encouraged her Mistress, stroking Ayar's cheek lovingly. "Use your fists to guide his head where you want it. He'll soon get the hang of it, and learn what you like. Don't be afraid to hurt him; he's your slave for the moment." Ayar obeyed her Mistress and pulled Mushtaq's face tighter against her pussy, grinding her crutch against him. "Yes, Mushie, that's so good!" she murmured. "More like that!" Emma smelt the odour of arousal emanating from the slave's damp vagina, and realised that juices were also flowing in her own cunt. Once, she had watched something like this on a porno video with an old boyfriend, but she could never have believed how arousing it would be to watch in the flesh. Mushtaq's position shifted. Emma craned her neck. So far as she could see, he now had his left hand under Ayar's bottom and was seeking her anal hole. His right index finger rubbed roughly on her clit and his tongue fucked her hole remorselessly. She moaned, pulled his head against her, brought her bent legs back to improve his access, and lifted her bum slightly off the bed, obviously encouraging him in his mission. Slowly, very slowly, but insistently, his long middle finger slid into her back passage. "Oh yes, Mushie!" she sighed appreciatively. But soon her tone changed. "No, Mushie, no! One finger is nice, but two are uncomfortable. NO! Mushie! NO!!! Please Mushie! NO!!!" Her mistress reached behind her, searching. A riding crop swung and impacted violently on Mushtaq's bare bottom, leaving an angry red mark. His face left Ayar's groin. "Ow!" he exclaimed. "That hurt!" "Do you want a flogging, Slave? I mean a proper flogging, like those two men?" She gestured towards the frame where Boris and Clyde still oozed blood. "No, Highness! Please, Highness!" he begged, frightened at the thought. "Well, be good and do what Ayar tells you!" she said crossly. Then she smiled. "I know! I'll order a flogging for you anyway. If you behave properly with Ayar, she might be in the mood to plead with me to cancel your flogging, and I might be in the mood to agree. Otherwise, I'll have you hanging next to those soldiers. Understand, Slave?" "Yes, Highness. I'll be good!" Mushtaq re-applied himself to his task. Ayar smiled happily at her Mistress and leant back. Soon her eyes closed in rapture. "Yes, Mushie, yes. That's so good. Like that, yes, yes, yes!" "Are you close, my Pet?" whispered her Mistress. "Yes, Mistress, very close!" "Does this help, Pet?" asked Princess Farah, taking hold of Ayar's left nipple and beginning to roll it between her fingers. "Oh, yes, Mistress. Yes! Yes!" Her voice rose and her breathing became more ragged. Princess Farah took her slave's right nipple in her other hand and began squeezing it. Ayar's head was thrown back. Mushtaq grunted as he felt his hair being pulled roughly. Ayar's thighs clamped around his head and her pussy was forced violently against his mouth. His finger moved in and out of her anus with increasing urgency. She lifted her bum off the cushion. "Two now, Mushie, two now! Please, Mushie! I need two now!" Obediently, he clenched his index finger and fore-finger together, presented them to her puckered hole, and pushed. Amazed, he felt her opening like a bursting bud as she screamed in her ecstasy. Emma watched in astonishment as the Princess released her slave's breasts and cradled her cheeks, bringing her own face closer to Ayar's, and finally crushing the young girl's lips with her own, forcing her mouth open and seeking her tongue. Ayar let go of Mushtaq's hair and wrapped her arms around her Mistress, whimpering from exhaustion and satisfaction. Her body glistened with sweat. Finally, her whimpers subsided and their mouths parted. "Thank you, Highness, oh thank you. That was so good!" "That's my Pet!" murmured the Princess with great tenderness. "And what about Mushtaq?" "Thank you, Mushie, as well, of course!" "No, Pet, I meant his flogging! Shall I cancel it?" "Yes, Highness, please. He's a good boy really. He doesn't deserve a flogging. Please, Highness." "OK. Just to please you, it is cancelled. I hope Mushtaq will show his gratitude to you." "Of course, Highness," asserted the young man. "Thank you, Highness. Thank you, Ayar." Emma had watched, increasingly open-mouthed. It was a few moments before she realised that the Prince and Hans had returned. "Come, Girl!" said Hans. "We must go!" He took Emma's leash, bowed before the Prince and Princesses, motioning to Emma to bow as well, before leading her out towards the entrance lobby. As she dressed, he commented, "You look flushed, Girl. Did you find that arousing?" "Yes, Master, I did. Very arousing." "I thought so. Let me feel!" Hans' hand moved up the inside of Emma's thighs and into the slit of her pussy. He grinned. "You are soaking wet, Little One. You need a good fucking!" "If you say so, Master," replied Emma, blushing slightly, and smiling. "His Highness was very impressed with you," remarked Hans. "He wants to be kept informed of your progress. He's offered me a position as Inquisitor, to replace the one whom he appoints as the new Grand Inquisitor. It's a great honour for a foreigner. I accepted, of course. I'll need to learn how to handle a hawk!" he laughed. "Oh! Congratulations, Master. Does that mean I'll have a new Master?" "No. It's only a part-time post. There are four Inquisitors as well as the Grand Inquisitor, but only two are required for each Inquest. I'll still have lots of time for you." Emma felt strangely relieved. 'Better the devil you know!' she thought. Suddenly a trumpet sounded. "Quick!" exclaimed Hans. "It's nearly eight o'clock. We need to get back to our places for the First Exposure." Emma was still trying to adjust her niqab as Hans sat down. She knelt obediently at his feet and the trumpet sounded again. The screen to the right of the stage was pulled back, revealing the Chief Executioner standing in front of a smaller screen, which he then pulled aside to reveal what looked like a white female backside. Emma looked more closely. The woman lay on her back, doubled in half with her legs pulled back over her shoulders. Her knees were held apart by a metal spreader bar about fifty centimetres long, which partly obscured her face, and her wrists were tied to her ankles. More ropes secured her head and ankles tightly to the floor, immobilising the woman completely. Her pussy was spread wide apart, exposing both her vaginal and anal openings. A polite ripple of applause ran round the crowd, and the Chief Executioner bowed. Emma heard a voice nearby exclaim, "Bit disappointing. I've seen better Exposures!" "Yes," remarked his companion, but the Chief Executioner hasn't had much time to work on this one, because of the flogging. I'm sure the others will be better!" Emma stared again at the prone woman. "Madam Yasmin?" she asked her Master. "Yes, Girl. That's Madam Yasmin. We need to go for a closer look. Come!" As they approached the bound woman, Emma noticed that the end of a flesh-coloured plastic dildo emerged from her vagina and that her anus was filled by a matching butt plug. A small clique of people, mostly men, but including a few women, clustered around, jockeying for position. A man reached out to take one end of the dildo, and gingerly moved it in and out of her cunt. Yasmin remained immobile, her eyes closed. She showed no sigh of feeling the intrusion. "How old do you reckon she is?" said a voice. "About forty, probably." "She's in pretty good shape for her age, and looks pretty agile. She might be worth bidding for." "No, I don't think so," replied the second voice. "I've got better at home!" Another man removed the dildo completely and inserted a finger. "Very dry!" he announced. "But it's a nice-looking pussy for a forty-year-old." Yasmin made no move, and gave no sign of having heard or felt the intrusion. "Seen enough, Girl?" asked Hans. "Yes, Master," replied Emma, unhappily. "Does she stay here all day?" "No, only for an hour. After that, she will be released and allowed to relax and recuperate for ninety minutes, before reporting to the Chief Executioner at the location for the Second Exposure. He then has thirty minutes to set her up before the Second Exposure at eleven o'clock. The same routine follows, for the Third Exposure at two o'clock, the Fourth at five and the Fifth at eight to-night." "I see. What did the Grand Inquisitor's sentence say? Something about being exposed in the five corners?" "Yes. In the old days, that would have meant the five corners of the palace walls, but nowadays the middle three take place indoors, because of the heat. Only this one, and the last, at eight to-night, are outside." "It's very humiliating for her, Master." "Yes, but don't feel too sorry for her. Yasmin is well-practised in Yoga and meditation. I think she's gone into a sort of trance, and is probably quite oblivious to what's going on around her." They hurried through the streets, keeping to the shade as much as possible, and soon reached Hans' rooms. "Right, Girl, get undressed and make yourself comfortable, while I arrange your punishment, and decide what else we can do before we have to attend the Second Exposure." "Punishment, Master?" "Yes, don't tell me you've forgotten already! I promised you punishment because you were improperly dressed." "Yes, Master. I hoped you'd forgotten!" "You hoped in vain, Girl. Meet me in the playroom in ten minutes!" Abducted Ch. 12 Chapter 12 –My Turn I'm still pissed when I dump the Harley woman onto the mattress. In fact, I've still got half-a-mind to leave her back there with the cholos once we're finished. I take a stack of towels and roll the Harley dame over onto them, with her hands still tied in the small of her back, and that perfect tear-drop ass facing ... up. It's too inviting. THwaaaaaaaack! She jumps as the palm of my hand falls heavily across her cheeks! THwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! "You've been a very bad girl ... MS. Harley," I groused. I didn't say that she had this 'coming to her', ... I think we both knew. THWAAAACK! "You have no idea how much trouble you've put us through, ... unnecessary trouble!" THWAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! It's amazing how flippin' therapeutic each slap on her ass is! My hands begin to sting. I can only imagine how much her cheeks are! Soon, her cheeks glow red, and contrast sharply against the tiny blue fabric of her panties. I hear her grunt with each blow, and moan as the pain subsides. Good! But, then, ... the moans come to be different. I've heard that moan before. When I was teasing my fingers, on her sexuality, ... and, when I was rubbing my eager cock on her quivering skin ... yes, I've heard that moan before. It's the moan of her 'freaky' side. I pause to catch my breath. Then, I notice that she seems to be offering her sweet tear-drop rear to me! I begin to massage her red cheeks, in the warmth of my palm. The sobs I'd heard before melted away into the moans, again. The moans of a 'freaky' girl. I thought of the song by Rick James, "Superfreak!", and then of the MC Hammer song that sampled from it, "Can't Touch This!" I barely catch myself from laughing out loud. But, it does break my mood, ... just a bit. Or is it that red, glowing ass propped up in my face that broke it? I feel stirrings in my pants, again. I've 'hunted', and captured my 'prey'; I've established my dominance in the streets of the cholos; and, now, I'm ready to 'fuck' someone. And, she is willing. I know she is, willing, anticipating, as my slow, experienced hand circles her cheeks, and reaches between her thighs. My fingertips confirm the moistness in her panties, and the swelling of her lips, inside. I make sure to unzip myself loudly, and to jangle my belt as I unbuckle it. I scarcely have to reach for my cock, as it fairly pops out of my jeans. The cobra-head of my shaft flexes, and aims itself straight for Ms. Harley's sweet tear-drop. Her wet, blue panties slip to one side easily. I aim my cock for her, and slip it inside. It is tight, and snug, and warm inside, but she offers not even a groan. I thrust in, and back out, ... and thrust in, and back out, ... and thrust, and thrust, and thrust, and thrust ... I thrust deeper and harder, and deeper and harder, until the sound of my skin slapping against the back of her thighs makes a sort of music. And, with each thrust, the beat picks up. Before I know it, my arms are guiding her sweet tear-drop buttocks around my fat, throbbing cock. I give her a quick slaaaap!, and she jumps again ... but I can tell, it is pleasure, not pain. I squeeze and force her cheeks to hug my shaft, while I begin short strokes -- quick, hard, powerful thrusts that make even her tight, trim ass begin to jiggle with my strokes! And, then, I withdraw. Even my cock complains, ... but, no, it won't be that easy. Not that impersonal. I want her to see my face, see how much joy I'm getting out of it! Deep down, I think I want to see how much joy she's getting out of it, too. I leave the towels in place beneath her as I roll her over. I trap her thighs between my knees. I love the coolness of her skin, squirming and beckoning my warmth between her legs. I groo-o-o-o-o-ooove my fat, hungry dick between her upper thighs. I stroo-o-o-o-o-o-oooke again, and let her watch my head broaden and flex, right above her all-but-sheer, wet panties. I feel my legs, almost involuntarily, pumping ... and pumping ... and pumping my thick shaft between the helpless woman's legs, and I watch her slowly roll her head from side to side while my dick threatens the ultimate violation! I pulse, and throb above her, dominating her, almost ready to mark my bound-and-gagged 'prey' with a fat spurt of warm gooey liquid. I pry my knee between hers, and she opens her legs wide to accept me. Ieee-e-e-e-e-ease my hungry cock in between her engorged lips. "Aaaaaaah!" Stroke. Strooooke. Stroooooooooke!!! I feel my 'captive', my 'victim', wrap her legs around me and mewl, rhythmically, into her ropegag! Pumping ... PUMPING ... PUUUUUUUUUUUMPING! I pull her hips up further, to meet my thrusts. I growl, and begin licking at her neck as she turns away, and thruuusting eagerly when she turns back! I hear her begin to moan, louder; I feel her thrust her hips against me, swallowing me, squeeeeezing my cock inside her, ... and, I give her one, long, hard THRUUUUUUST. She trembles, as I explode inside her. THRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUST! She rolls her eyes, and her head back, squirming, and thrusting back, and milking my cock for a few more drops of my seed! THRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUST! She screams into the ropes, and I growl into her ear. I stroke, and stroke, and stroke, milking my cock of its last drops. She trembles and bounces and heaves her sweet, petite, delicious freaky body against me, until she can thrust no more. I go limp, finally, inside her. I linger, so nice, and warm, and snug inside. I lick at the sweat that covers her gagged lips. I lean down, and swirl her tight little buds in my tongue, and savor the taste. Then, I roll off of Elizabeth, panting, almost exhausted. I think of Elise. Elise, of my childhood. Blonde, blue-eyed, cherubic, mischievous and rebellious Elise. It's her fault -- she released the inner pervert in me, way back when we were seven years old. She looked so pure, so innocent in her little cowgirl outfit. She always smelled so sweet, wearing her mother's perfume -- she regularly got in trouble for that, sneaking in and spritzing her mother's fragrances on her. I remember her brown leather boots, and her knee-length denim skirt, her pretty white blouse, and the deep-blue bandanna she wore around her neck. I remember the bright, warm summer day she invited me to play Cowboys and Indians with her. The day that she snuck her mother's clothesline out of the garage That was the day I knew. I didn't know what I knew, but I knew it just the same. I knew it when my little 'wee-wee' grew, even though I didn't have to pee. I knew it when I was wrapping the clothesline around her legs, and her wrists, and her chest; when she 'begged' me not to tie her to the tracks; when I 'gagged' her with her blue bandanna. I dragged her between the rails, and laid her down, and twirled at my future moustache. I wore her black cowboy hat, as I pressed my body down upon her, to 'keep her from getting away'. She got mad at me for wearing her hat. She almost wouldn't play with me again. But, we played again. And, again. And, again. We played every weekend, every summer, every school holiday that we could -- out of sight of our parents, between the rusty rails of those tracks. Then, one day, just as we were beginning to understand why her growing boobies got 'tingly', and my growing 'wee-wee' kept growing and growing while I was tying her up ... just as we were beginning to understand why we liked each other, soooooo much ... ... Her parents moved away. I never got to 'give it' to a bound and gagged Elise, the way I'd just 'given it' to my real-life adult hostage. The real-life, 'terrified' hostage with the dripping-wet blue panties, laying helplessly on her back, filled with my seed. This one was for you, Elise, I thought to myself. Then, I grinned: Doesn't seem like Elizabeth minded too much, either. I reach for my discarded pants, and fish the box-cutter from the pocket. Gently, carefully, I saw the ropes from Elizabeth's mouth, and allow her to breathe. She goes limp. Her chest heaves, her eyes fixed on me. Dreamily, it seems, fixed on me. I dress myself quickly, and glance at the watch. It is almost time. I give Elizabeth a last look, and a smile curls my lips. She was good and thoroughly 'serviced'. Probably what she needed, maybe needed it for quite some time. I chuckle to myself, thinking: "If I'm ever in town again, I'll look you up, doll. Don't worry, I'll bring the ropes." I open the door, and call out to Chano: "Let's get Ms. Harley some clothes. Harris, it's time to get this final phase ..." I stop short. Chano is still gone. Abducted Ch. 13 Chapter 13 -- "Out of the Frying Pan, ... " I can literally hear my stomach churning and my teeth grinding, both at the same time. I breathe deeply, quietly, and remain impassive, while I assess the situation: We are on the verge of stealing at least $1,500,000.00, the three of us. All we have to do is to stay out of sight, out of mind, and out of trouble. Undetected, merely for another fifteen minutes. Then we can blow this joint, scatter to the winds, and enjoy the fruits of six-figure numbered bank accounts, for the rest of our lives. Instead ... One of my partners-in-crime is driving a stolen van somewhere in the city, which contains every ounce of forensic evidence necessary to nail us all, should he be lucky enough to get caught by the police. But, hey, maybe he took precautions: Maybe, he's keeping his head low by driving through the nearby barrio -- gangland territory of the young Cholos, who just might be a little pissed at him right now, too. On the other hand, what could happen, and what probably will happen, is that Chano will be driving the van back through the entrance on the other side of the warehouse any minute. No harm, and no foul. I weigh the possibilities. "Harris, ... ping the van's GPS. I'm going to text him, and ask him what in the bejeeeezus.." "I have, already, Boss. I've been doing it the last ten minutes." Harris paused. "It hasn't moved." "Locate ... " "It's a mile away...about three blocks away from where you and Chano, uh, rescued Ms. Harley." I massage my eyes, and I think to myself: "An hour from now, I'll be laughing at this, ... an hour from now, I'll be laughing." Harris gasped: "Oh ... shit." I exhale. NOW, what? "This is ... bad, I think." In an instant, I am peering over Harris' shoulder, into the screen of one of the laptops arrayed on the table. I see a small Black Dot, traveling far too quickly along an unlabeled path, ... North, toward the city. We spoke it in unison: "He's being chased!" Harris sits back, his mouth agape, as he watches the Black Dot make a quick turn to the East. Moving away from us, still, but Harris is right: This is bad. I put my hand firmly on his shoulder. "Harris, you have a job to do. Make us rich," I ordered. "Do it now. I'll watch this." It is a quick decision, but an easy one. I can't do a thing for Chano. I'm pulling for him, but we can't help him. We can't go careening through rush-hour traffic to catch up with him, even if we know where he is going -- and right now, he doesn't know where he's going. Assuming that that's Chano, still driving the van. Harris, meanwhile, has got money to steal. And, I have evidence to destroy, and a witness to keep quiet. The Black Dot keeps racing, in fits and starts, meandering through the grid. Then, suddenly, it stops. No movement at all. Harris fingers are flying across the keyboard with the aid of the recently acquired bank transfer codes, ... and, I jump to completing the final task at hand. I race to a small washroom near the manager's office, just off the main warehouse floor. I come out, hauling three red, five-gallon jugs, filled with gasoline. Harris freezes. "Do your job," I say sternly. "Do it, quick. You don't want to be here when this goes up." I knew what he was worried about. Harris can be a bit squeamish. I'd always figured that Chano and I would have to take care of the 'clean-up' part of this operation. Harris was always interested in the technical aspects of hacking. And he was always, always interested in the money. This part? Well ... Chano and me already knew. Harris wouldn't be here to see the end of our operation. We always knew what he would be thinking about. And, we knew that he was squeamish. My idea had been for Harris to finish up his part; then, Chano and I would confirm our newly minted six-figure bank accounts, and, then, for Harris would be 'excused' from the proceedings. He would don his horn-rimmed glasses, leave the warehouse, and wait for us in the speedboat docked along the wharf. Then, Chano and I would handle this part. "Finish it, Harris. Then, get out of here." I paused. "The rest is on me." The young man adjusts his glasses, and goes back to the keyboard in front of him. I race back into the washroom, and lug three more red jugs into the main floor. I also grab several lengths of rope from the wall, and slung them over my shoulder. "Harris?!" "It's done, Boss." He swallows, and hits the "Print" button on the laptop. Next to him, the machine hums smoothly, and paper slides through it, for just a few seconds. Then, it stops. I had already unscrewed the tops of two of the gasoline cans. I checked my watch: It was only 5:47 PM. A lot can change in two minutes. Chano had been the 'expert' on this part. He had the serial-arsonist-for-hire experience, in our little group. But, I had paid close attention when he showed me where the best places were inside the warehouse to start the fires. Without Harris' knowledge -- he could be squeamish, sometimes, we knew -- Chano showed me where to find the greasy blankets and the yellowed newspapers the homeless squatters had left behind months ago. He demonstrated how to break up the old, discarded wooden pallets for kindling. Already, throughout the main floor of the warehouse, piles had been stacked in the optimal places that he had identified. He had described how the weight-bearing walls should be the first to go, because they would quickly 'implode' the entire structure down, on top of itself. Old wooden buildings like this burn quick, and easy, he'd said, and it would take weeks for anyone to sift through them for any 'evidence' left behind. I had soaked up every word he'd said. I told him, I don't like to leave evidence behind. Now, I was racing amongst the pillars in the center of the building, with two gas jugs in hand. I began pouring the accelerant on the floor, around them, then to the far wall. A pile of kindling had been set up in the corner of one of the weight-bearing walls. I spread the dry kindling along the floor, and soak them with gas. Harris appears behind me, with a sheet of paper in one hand. "What about Chano?" I had been thinking about that. A part of me wanted to say, screw him. He's the one who put himself in jeopardy, and by extension, us, as well. He's a big boy; he'll have to fend for himself. But, then there was the part, which said, we couldn't have gotten here without him. Yes, he screwed up, but he helped make it right. I couldn't have retrieved Elizabeth -- our meal ticket -- by myself. And, he was the one who had the contacts who let us have this warehouse, undisturbed, while we executed our plan. And, I liked him. He was brutish, and kind of stupid, but I did like him. I snatched the paper from Harris. I read, and recognize my account, with the Banco Nacional de Costa Rica. Heck, I'd practically memorized that number, when I opened it up last month. But, my eyes fix on the most important words: "Transaction confirmed. Transfer, 700,000 dollars, American." The other numbers and symbols were for an unfamiliar account, though the denomination signs looked very English -- the Caymans, the Bahamas, maybe? I stuff the paper carefully into my breast pocket, where it will be safe. Hell, when I get to Costa Rica, I'll probably frame it! "He'll get it," I assured Harris. "He earned it. If I can get a hold of him, or if he can get out of whatever fix he's gotten into, ... it'll all be there. Wait, ... it's $700,000.00? We were aiming only for ... " "They had a heavy volume day," Harris panted. "Are you sure, Boss? Are you sure about Chano, and ... about all of ... this?" "Harris ... you should leave. Now. Get gone. And, ... good job." He may not even have heard the last part. He was already sprinting toward the side entrance to the warehouse. He paused at the door, and yelled back: "Be sure to melt the hard drives!" My mind was already on the mattresses we had slept on, in the far corner. Chano had said that those would go up like matchsticks. I grabbed two more jugs as I hear the door slam shut behind me. I soak the mattresses, and then the blankets, and then a pile of rags left against another weight-bearing post. Let's see, ... yes, almost forgot, I had to torch the computer 'center', as well. I use a whole jug on that one. I soak every laptop and wire until they fairly drip with gasoline. I wipe my brow. Lugging these things around was not for the unfit. I flex my muscles, and for an instant marvel at what I've accomplished. I put together a team -- each of us with our own flaws -- but, I'd put together a team, and I'd managed them on a Project of a Lifetime! Successfully, assuming that I can get away in (I glanced at my watch again) the next 7 minutes. To the tune of almost 3/4 of a million dollars. I can almost taste the rum drinks and the sea air, in that tropical paradise that I plan to call home. Thank goodness for Harris' magic fingers. Thank goodness for Chano's brawn, and thuggish 'expertise'. Thank goodness for Ms. Elizabeth Harley's hard-won bank transfer codes. And, thank goodness I paid attention in my Finance classes at university, before they kicked me out for cheating. If only they could see me now! I beat The System. Hell, I didn't beat it! I kicked its ass! And, now, I had only one five-gallon jug of gasoline left. And, there was only one more weight-bearing wall to prime. That would be in the manager's office. Where pretty Elizabeth Harley was locked inside. I hoist the last jug in one hand. I began to unfurl the final coils of rope from my shoulder, and I kick the door open. * Chapter 14 Escape#2 I was now alone in the makeshift office a little worse for wear, but definitely not so tense or wound up, thanks to my recent exercise with School. As I lay on the mattress, I could smell gasoline. The scent was getting stronger and I realize that my abductors are planning to destroy all evidence. Was I part of the evidence? As my mind was again clearly focused on what was going on around me as well as my circumstances, I knew that it made little sense to believe that I would be spared. Thank goodness for my relaxed state as I am able to crouch and walk my legs through my arms so that my hands are no longer tied behind my back, but are now tied in front. I use my teeth, (Thank you for taking my gag off, School) to untie my hands and use a chair to stand on moving a panel aside in the false ceiling. I grab a series of metal supports above the ceiling tiles and hoist myself up still wearing just a pair of light blue panties that now contain numerous DNA samples; some of which are definitely mine. Just as I move the ceiling panel back into place I hear the door to the now vacant office open up. I scramble as quietly as I can through the maze of metal supports, working my way up towards the ceiling of the warehouse, which is at least 40 feet above the floor. A yell issues from School's mouth that sounds like "What the f**k?" and I know that my absence is noted. I hold no false pretense that I can remain hidden as any simple mind could figure out my route of escape. My plan is to climb to the highest point in the warehouse and either remain there delaying School and Harry Potter's escape or try to find a window that could possibly lead me out on the roof, at which point I have no idea how I can possibly get to the street. My entire body is back on high alert although this time I really am in a self-preservation mode as opposed to a "horny" one. Once I climb into the steel rafters and get away from the office area, Potter immediately catches sight of me and yells to School. Although I find his alarm completely unnecessary as School is quickly climbing the same route that I have just traversed to get to me; and he isn't happy. The memory of my recent spanking and shagging run through my head causing a warm flush of erotic energy to pass through my body, but I quickly get myself focused and continue my trapeze act towards the far wall. Thank goodness I was a gymnast in High School and have kept myself in some semblance of shape so that I am able to maintain my distance from School. Also, it seems that he is much more comfortable with both feet on the ground as opposed to straddling metal supports high up over a concrete surface. I reach the edge of the support system only to find myself 15 feet away from a series of metal vents high up on the sidewall. It will require a jump from a single metal bar along with grabbing the edge of the metal louvers of the vent, or I will have to lower myself to a hanging position from the bar and swing back and forth to gather enough forward momentum to fly across the gap to the vent. The louvers are spaced over a foot apart, so I will be able to grab the edge and potentially pull myself through the opening, however it has been 20 years since I performed any sort of uneven bar routine that would give me a chance at this. As I stand there with my heart pounding in my chest knowing that every time I glance over my shoulder, School will be that much closer, I gingerly lower myself to a hanging position from the bar and start to swing. School is gaining ground and far below me I see Harry set fire to his computer as well as the pile of coveralls, gloves, and stocking masks that they had worn during my abduction. I have no idea where the Brute is but hope that he isn't simply waiting for me outside if I make this leap to the factory vent. For some reason I am also able to notice that the van is missing. Just as I let go of the bar, as my final swing seems to have afforded me the necessary momentum to reach the louver, simultaneously, I hear School shout, "Harley, Stop!" along with the sound of police sirens off in the distance. My heart is in my throat and goose bumps cover every inch of my very exposed flesh as my body sails across the gap to the louvers. I barely grab it with one hand, but thankfully it was at the top louver, so my knees are able to wedge themselves in the bottom louver to maintain my balance. I quickly glance over my shoulder to see School has given up on me and is quickly descending to the floor of the warehouse. As he and Harry run for a door that will lead them back out onto the wharf, School ignites the gasoline whose fumes were permeating the warehouse. As I squeeze my almost naked body between the louvers making my way out onto one of the roof sections of the warehouse, the gasoline ignites into flames that almost reach to the metal scaffolding that I have just exited. Off in the distance I see both police vehicles as well as emergency vehicles heading directly to the warehouse. I am beginning to surmise what the absence of the Brute might mean. Over the roar of the fire, which now is lighting up my only dressed in panties frame, and the police vehicles, I think that I hear the sound of a powerful motorboat making its way out into the night. I can only assume that School and Potter have made their getaway. My head is filled with mixed emotions as the last 10 hours have been so sexually fantasy filled for me and at the same time so perilous. Long story short, I am rescued by the fire department before the entire warehouse goes completely up in flames and after a long interrogation, while still in my underwear wrapped in a police blanket that left most of me exposed, I am allowed to go home. I seem to be getting used to being barely dressed around hunky men. Its funny how an experience like this doesn't stay in my conscious that long as within a matter of weeks I am back in my routine of riding the bus and working at the bank, although now and then I will feel a flush of very seductive warmth pass through me and I know that I had subconsciously been reliving my bondage experience. As to my abductors, Chano, as it turned out his name was, ended up in jail for his role in the robbery, however School and Potter are still unfound. Also my bank never recovered the money that had been transferred and although the computer trail of the transfer was followed with great difficulty. By the time the authorities discovered what bank had been used the money was long gone. The bank simply used its insurance policy to recoup the losses and business carried on as usual. And after about a month my fellow employees stopped asking me about what had happened, although my panty clad body was seen over and over standing on the warehouse roof highlighted by the flames issuing from the warehouse windows on the nightly news as the story was followed up on for the remainder of the summer. My notoriety resulted in me having to get an unlisted number as it seems that every freak in the city wanted to get me back into just my panties for their version of a "hot" date. Even my tendency to stay out of alleys as well as to walk closer to the buildings on a city sidewalk eventually ware away and my life returned to as normal as it had been including my dreams of helplessness and exposure. I have to admit that my massager continues to get a lot of use, as I like to relive the entire experience of being stripped, bound, and sexually fondled while in a state of complete helplessness. A little fact that only 3 other people are aware of. I have made reservations at a resort in Costa Rica for next month just to get away from everything for a while. The End or is it?? Abducted Ch. 2 Ch. 2: A Brush With The Law This story follows on directly from Abducted Pt. I. * * * * * As they sat together surrounded by the plush interior of the Jaguar, Dave watched his beautiful wife slowly spread her long, sensual legs. Still naked and spattered with cum, Kelly stretched herself in the seat. David looked at his wife and marveled. He had always harboured fantasies about seeing her taken by another man, or group of men, and now she had made that fantasy come to life. As she reclined in the seat, David watched her hands move slowly over her cum stained body. He fingers were circling her breasts now, tracing patterns in the wet, sticky fluid around the firm globes. He could see that her pink nipples were still pointing at right angles, stiff and swollen as she teased and massaged them. He was aware of a returning erection as his eyes followed her hands down, over her smooth body, and towards her well trimmed vagina. Kelly's pussy was soaked with a mixture of her own fluid and a copious amount of semen. Dave heard her fingers squelch as she opened her nether lips to expose herself in all her glory. He had never seen a sight like it. As her lips parted and her pussy unfolded before his eyes, he could see the cum start to dribble out of her exposed hole. She seemed awash with the creamy stuff as she deliberately dipped two fingers inside of her whilst a third scooped up some of the fluid and started to rub down towards her asshole. David was excited beyond speech now, as, for the second time that day he tore down his zipper and hauled out his erect prick. Using a hand on his thick, rigid shaft, he rubbed himself as he watched his wife finger her pussy and ass. "Mmmm...I really want you baby." murmured Kelly, as her ass began to move backwards and forwards in the seat. "I need you...I need to cum so badly!" David looked about him, outside the powerful car. They were still in a pull-in on the mountain road, and although it was a seldom used route, it was still broad daylight and anyone could see them! Dave weighed up his choices: take his wife now, and risk exposure, possibly affecting his career and business, or deny them both now and drive home to the safety of their own bedroom. Looking at his wife's lust filled face as she masturbated and feeling his own erection in desperate need of release, the choice was made. Quickly stripping off his trousers and underwear, David almost leapt across the centre console and onto the passenger seat next to Kelly. They both giggled at his athleticism before sinking into a long passionate kiss. Manoeuvring his position, David managed to get himself in between his wife's spread legs and place his hard cock at the entrance to her vagina. With no effort at all, he thrust forward, sinking his entire length into her in one smooth motion. She was so wet he could hardly feel her vaginal walls as he started to pump backwards and forwards. He felt Kelly lift and wrap her legs around his waist as he thrust deep into her pussy. Neither of them were in the mood for finesse, but wanted and needed the sexual pleasure found in hard, fast and hot copulation. David could feel the car move as he slammed his cock into her juicy cunt whilst gritting his teeth. Faster and faster he thrust, penetrating her hole more deeply than he had ever gone before, his balls slapping her butt with audible smacks. As they both neared orgasm, David's heart almost stopped as he heard the sharp RAP..RAP..RAP' against the Jaguar's window. Both David and Kelly looked up in frightened shock. What the hell was that? They thought. WHO the hell was that? Slowly, through the steam covered window, the figure outside began to take on a familiar shape. David groaned in realisation. "Oh noooo...It's a cop" "What the fuck's a cop doing all the way out here?" David was slightly shocked by his wife's unusual use of language, but rationalised that he had discovered quite a lot about her today that he wasn't previously aware of! Quickly pulling on his trousers, he threw a car blanket over his wife to try to hide her modesty. "Please step out of the vehicle, sir." The voice sounded fairly young but authoritative. Fastening his trousers, David stepped out of the car and faced the cop. "Sorry officer......." he started but was quickly interrupted. "We had a report of a possible kidnap involving this car" continued the officer, peering in through the window. "Is that your wife sir?" "Yes, she is my wife." "Please ask her to step out also, sir." "But she isn't wearing..." "NOW, please sir" Kelly opened the passenger door and stepped out. As she did, the blanket that she kept wrapped around her, caught on the door and dropped to her waist exposing her full round breasts complete with still erect nipples. "Well, well" the cop smirked. "Looks like you didn't finish the job! She's still hot!" Signaling to his squad car, another uniformed officer approached the three figures. "Maybe we could help the lady get what she wants? Said the first cop as the second joined them. Without waiting for a reply, the officer grabbed the blanket that Kelly was holding and tore it away, exposing her nakedness. Roughly grabbing her around the waist, he put his hand directly onto her pussy. "Hmmm. Seems like she's fucked a few times already today!" he laughed as he pushed two fingers deep inside her "Her cunt's really wet!" David tried to move towards them but was easily restrained by the second cop. The first cop, named Joe as David had heard it, pulled the helpless woman towards the front of the Jaguar. "Right. You two hold her, I'm gonna give this bitch what she wants!" David was forced to join the second cop as they stretched Kelly out face down over the hood of the large car. Joe was standing behind her briskly opening his uniform trousers and withdrawing a large semi-erect cock. Moving closer to her prone body, he slapped his cock against her ass a few times and stroked his fist up and down the length. David watched it stiffen before his eyes, as, with a grunt, the cop gripped her hips and thrust his weapon deep into her vagina. Kelly moaned deep in her throat. Still very wet, David could see only intense pleasure on her face as the large tool was thrust deeply into her body over and over again. "Argh..yes..yes..argh..yes..yes....mmmmm... I think she's enjoying it Paul!" grunted Joe as he ploughed into her. David's mind was in a turmoil. Was this real? Or had his sexy wife set this up as well? He wondered. Whatever, she certainly seemed to be enjoying yet another deep fuck, the fifth or sixth today, he could hardly keep track. As Joe groaned and grunted his way towards his climax, the second cop Paul was expectantly licking his lips. He knew his turn would come soon. With a final loud cry, Joe pulled his huge cock out of Kelly's pussy with a sucking sound. Two more jerks with his hand saw a stream of white cum arc almost gracefully through the air and land on Kelly's upturned ass cheeks. Kelly was shaking and sighing just as loudly. As the cum hit her skin, she cried out as her orgasm ripped through her body. She seemed to start shaking at her knees, the sensations travelling through her upper body to her head and then back down again and finishing with a trembling and quivering of her buttocks. Not wanting to waste any time, Paul and Joe quickly switched places. Paul was already hard as a rock, and David watched him place his cock against Kelly's now dripping pussy. Like his partner he stuffed his erection straight into her cunt. As he thrust back and forward, he was seemed only too aware of the copious amount of fluid that was leaking out of her vagina and dripping over her asshole. David thought that he had changed his mind about raping Kelly, as he pulled his erection all the way out of her. But David was wrong. Throwing a grin towards his partner, Paul started to ease his cock into the woman's tight nether hole. David watched in awe, as he saw his wife's most private opening stretch and widen to accept the monster attempting to invade her depths. Kelly was breathing hard now as with a high pitched cry her anal muscle opened and expanded, and Paul's prick slid smoothly in. Again there was no finesse, no time wasting as the cop set up a good strong rhythm. In and out he thrust, beads of sweat starting to form on his brow in the summer sunshine. "Mmmmm...oh yes baby...you're so tight...so hot...you want me to cum baby...want me to fuck your asshole harder?" David was taken aback as his wife stopped her guttural moaning and yelled out at the invader behind her. "Yes...yes...YES...fuck me ..fuck my tight asshole...do me...take me...make me scream you fucker! I want to feel you cum up my tight asshole...DO IT!!!" Her words obviously had the desired effect on the cop, because with a final thrust he closed his eyes and let out a sigh of pleasure. With his tool buried deep inside her butt, David and Joe were unable to see him cum. What they could see was Kelly's reaction. She bucked her naked hips up from the warm metal of the car and thrust herself back onto him, milking the cum right out of his heavy balls. For ten more seconds, Paul emptied himself into her ass, grunting and groaning as the last of his cum seeped from the end of his cock. When he was finally finished, he pulled out, his cock appearing with a popping sound. As Paul tucked his softening cock back into his uniform, Joe spoke. "You better forget all about this," he said to Dave. "Nothing happened OK? Or you'll both find yourself in jail for lewd behaviour." The two cops casually strolled back to their squad car and, as quickly as they arrived, they were gone. Once again Dave and Kelly were alone on the deserted road. As he helped his exhausted wife back to their car, Kelly whispered into his ear. "Mmmm...well...that was an unexpected treat!" "You mean you didn't plan it?" "No.. Not that part...but I loved it anyway...specially the anal bit! You can do me in the ass any time you want now lover!" She exclaimed with a grin. As they started on the long drive home, David wondered where the change in his wife's behaviour was ever going to end!!! To Be Possibly Continued... * * * * * If you enjoyed this story feel free to check out my other offerings on this site. Please also feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions you have for further tales! Photo's from female admirers are always very welcome!! Abducted Ch. 2 I awoke before my abductor with my wrists still tied above me. In his sleep he had thrown one thigh across my legs, and his arm was wrapped possessively around my chest. At first I was confused, couldn't remember how I had ended up in this position. Then it all came back to me. I was ashamed at the way I had responded to him; afraid of what would happen when he awoke. I had to get away. I ran my fingers along the rope securing my wrists. I was surprised to find that the knots were within my reach. Slowly and carefully I began to undo the knots; certain that he would awake at any moment and catch me trying to escape. My hands were shaking but I managed to release the last knot and my hands were free. I was going to make it; I was going to escape! He was still sleeping soundly, when I began to slide my body from beneath him. At first, he only stirred in his sleep and I hoped he would roll away from me. Suddenly his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. He had been awake all along, toying with me like a cat toys with a mouse. I tried to pull free, but his grip was like iron. "I see that you do not understand just how dangerous it can be to disobey me;" he growled. He rolled his body on top of me, pinning me with his weight. "Because of your disobedience, I will not be so kind today." With that said, he lifted his weight off of me and rolled me over. My wrists were yanked behind me and up behind my shoulder blades. He tied one wrist then looped the rope around my neck, tying it to the other wrist. Now if I tried to move my arms I would strangle myself. He then sat me up, and moved my back against the headboard. He put the blindfold back on me, and then shoved my thong in my mouth and tied it in place. He tied my ankles together then my knees and then my thighs. I couldn't move a muscle, and I was more scared than I had ever been before. I could hear him moving around the room; heard clothes rustling. Then I heard the door open and close. Was he leaving me like this for the maid to find? Was he going to get something from his car? There was no way to know what his intentions were. It seemed he was gone for hours, but I am sure it was not more than 10 minutes later that I heard the door open. I wasn't sure but I thought I smelled food and coffee. "I really hate using a gag, but I couldn't have you screaming for help while I was gone". With that said, he removed the gag and the blindfold. He pressed a cup to my lips; the coffee in that cup was the best I ever tasted, especially after the gag. For the next half hour, he gently fed me scrambled eggs and toast, and more of the coffee. This only confused me more, how could this be the same man that had tied and raped me. After breakfast he untied my legs and leg me to the bathroom. He let me use the toilet and then washed me with a warm cloth. Back in the main room, he rooted around in my luggage until he found some clothes he liked. He dressed me in a short, denim, wrap around skirt. He untied my arms, which were quite numb by now and slid them into a short sleeved, button-up blouse, which he tied at the bottom and left unbuttoned. He re-tied my wrists in front of me. Then he opened a bag that I hadn't noticed before, and began pulling stuff out. He pushed me back on the bed, and pushed my legs to my chest. I felt something cool and firm pressing against my asshole. I started to cry out, but one look at his eyes and I knew I had better stay still and quiet. With a little more pressure the butt plug slid into my tight virgin ass. I had tears pouring down my cheeks, partly from pain, but also from the humiliation of what he was doing. Then a dildo was pushed roughly into my cunt in one thrust. He then slid a pair of my underwear up my legs and into place. He grabbed my bound wrists, jerking me back to a sitting position, forcing the toys deeper into my cunt and ass. I cried out in shock and mild pain, this earned me a slap across both breasts for my disobedience. "Now, you will learn the rules", he said. "You will never look me in the eyes, you talk only to answer my questions. You will address me as Master. And you will not deny me anything. Defy my orders and the punishment will be much worse. Whatever your life was before today, no longer exists. I own you and I will keep you for life." With that little speech, he grabbed his bag (leaving my bag and purse behind) and led me out to his SUV and helped me get in the passenger seat. My arms still tied, and with the seat belt snugly pulled across me, I felt utterly helpless. After we were on the highway, he untied my top; fully exposing my breasts to the semi drivers we were passing. Judging by the number of air horns, the sight was well enjoyed. We pulled into a marina and you led me to a cabin cruiser. He was so gentle helping me aboard, but then he threw me in the cabin and locked the door. We pulled away from the dock and between the combination of the engines and the movement I fell asleep. I was awakened by his presence in the cabin; I did not know how long I had been asleep or how long we had traveled. "Now, there is no one around to help you; no one to hear you scream. You are mine. He untied my hands and removed my blouse. Then my wrists were tied and secured to an eyebolt above my head. I realized then that the cabin had been modified to his needs and desires. My skirt and panties were removed (the toys he left in place) and my ankles were secured spread eagled to additional eyebolts. "By the time you leave here, you will be trained to follow my every command, you will not even dream of disobeying me. No one will find you here and no one will come to help you. You are mine!" He took his time, running his fingers over every inch of my exposed skin, mapping his territory. He lingered over my breasts, massaging them with his hands, sucking and licking each nipple. Then he bit each nipple just hard enough to make me scream. He laughed and moved on. "When I am through with you there will be no border between mild pain and pleasure. When I bite you like that, your cunt will drip for me." Then his attention moved on to my cunt. First he confirmed that the butt plug in my ass and the dildo in my cunt were still deeply buried in me. Then he twisted a knob on the dildo, and my pussy was filled with deep throbbing vibrations. The sensations spread through the thin wall of flesh between the dildo and plug causing the vibrations to course through my asshole as well. I was squirming, as much as the ropes allowed, on the bed and getting so hot and wet. Then his tongue was on my clit and all thought ceased, my entire being was wrapped around the sensations in my ass and cunt. My orgasm was building fast and hard, my hips thrusting my cunt closer to his face. Oh my god… I am so close, so damn close. And then he lifted his face from my crotch and turned off the vibrator in my pussy. Without a word he got up and left the cabin. I squirmed and twisted but tied as I was I could not create any friction to take me over the edge. Tears of frustration coursed down my cheeks. He would wait 10-20 minutes and then come back to me and start all over, but he always stopped just before I could climax. "Now you have learned Bitch that all pleasure and satisfaction come when I choose. You are nothing and have nothing without me." He untied my hands (but left my legs tied) and told me to masturbate for him. "Make yourself cum for me, slut." I hesitated and received a sharp slap on my breast. "Do it and do it now, or we start all over and you won't cum at all!" I had never masturbated in front of anyone, and felt ashamed to do so now. But, he had made sure I needed an orgasm so bad that I would do anything to achieve it. My right hand found my clit and I started rubbing it, while my left pistoned the vibrator in and out of my sopping pussy. My fingers flew over my clit. Over and over I fucked myself with the vibrator, harder and faster, as my fingers rubbed my swollen clit. It wasn't long before I experienced the most earth shattering orgasm of my life. I kept rubbing my clit as my juices poured from my cunt, until I was shaking so bad I had to stop. When I looked up, he was laughing at me. "You are one hot little slut. I am going to have so much fun with you!" He untied my legs and rolled me over on the bed, placing two thick pillows under my hips. He then tied my hands behind my back. He began moving his hand, touching the butt plug, then the vibrator, over and over. "I just can't decide where to start my little slut." He must have decided then, because he removed the butt plug, and smeared something cold and thick around my asshole. I tried to move away from him. This earned me two sharp smacks on each exposed ass cheek. Then I could feel his cock pressing against my virgin asshole. His hands were on my shoulders pulling me to him. He pressed firmly but slowly, and my asshole, recently stretched by the plug, stretched to accommodate him. I felt some pain, but what I hadn't expected was the surge of pleasure. Suddenly I needed him in me, needed him to fill my tight ass and I pressed myself back against him. That was all the encouragement he needed. With one thrust, he buried the rest of his huge cock deep in my ass. He waited then, until I grew accustomed to his cock in my ass, and began moving against him. He pulled almost completely out of me, and then thrust back in. He was fucking my ass fast and hard, pulling on my shoulders to thrust it deeper. The next thing I know the vibrator, still buried in my cunt, was back on. The added sensation fueled him on, I was cumming and he was ramming my ass like a bull. As I came, my ass clenched his cock tighter and he shot his load deep in my ass. We both collapsed, shaking and sweaty. He removed the pillows from beneath me and the vibrator, pulled me close and we drifted off to a short, but sweet sleep… * * * * * To be continued if you like it!... Abducted Ch. 3 I woke up alone and covered with a thin sheet. The room was lit with soft sunlight filtering through the curtains. To my surprise, my Master (yes I thought of him that way now) had left me untied. I wanted to get up and explore but was unsure if this would incite his wrath. Of course, he had left me untied and wasn't that as good as an invitation to move around. Getting up, I quickly found a small bathroom off the room I was in and quickly relieved myself. I took a few minutes to straighten my hair and wash up. I tried the door up to the deck and found it unlocked. Should I open it and go topside? I was totally nude, but then he said there was no one around for miles and the sun on my skin would feel so good. I decided to take the risk and quickly opened the door and moved up the stairs to the deck. My Master was laying on the back of the boat, soaking up the sun. I allowed my eyes to roam over his body, after all this was the first time I had really been able to look at him. He had a strong, muscular physique and you could just feel the power emanating from him. "Ah, you are awake my pet?" Lowering my head (he had said not to look at him) I replied "Yes Master." He sat up and looked at me, and I suddenly felt self-conscious. This didn't make sense, this man had used every part of my body intimately, but I still felt nervous standing naked before him. "You better get used to this pet, clothes are no longer part of your life, unless we are in public" he said. "Come to me my pet. We have a full day ahead of us. Today your training will begin. Kneel before me." I approached him and dropped to my knees, head lowered. He went below deck and quickly reappeared. He held out a leather collar and fastened it around my neck, locking it in place with a small gold padlock. I didn't see a key and wondered where he kept it. "This collar means you are mine. I own you now, forever." I couldn't believe that my life would now revolve around serving this man, and still hoped for a chance to escape. "From now on, when you approach me, you will drop to your knees, back straight, hands behind your back and head lowered. You will wait this way until I acknowledge you." I quickly assumed the position he described. "Now, you were not given permission to come topside and disturb me and for that you must be punished. The question is how best to punish you, to convince you that I am everything to you, pain, pleasure, even life itself?" With that said, he pulled me to my feet and pushed me against the side of the boat. Pushing on my back he bent me over so that my hips were pressed against the side, my upper body above the water. He forced my legs apart with his foot. Suddenly he poured something cold and thick down the crack of my ass. I tensed, knowing what he was preparing to do. He ran his cock up and down my crack, coating it with the oil, and then forced the head into my ass. He forced his way in deeper, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. It hurt so bad, I screamed and this earned me several hard smacks to each cheek. One more stroke and he was buried to the hilt in my ass, by this time I was sobbing and begging him to take it out. I could hear him laughing as he began fucking my ass in earnest, with long, hard strokes. Each forward stroke slammed my hips into the boat, and his cock felt like it was ripping me open. He was giving me no chance to adjust to him, just fucking me hard and fast, punishing me with his cock. Out to the tip, back in to the balls, he bored into me over and over. It wasn't long before I felt his body stiffen, and his hot cum spurting deep in my bowels. He withdrew from me as soon as he finished cumming in my ass. Bending over, he grabbed my ankles and toppled me over the side of the boat, into the water. "Now you can swim or tread water, but you are not to touch the boat and I will decide when you can get back in the boat." I am not an athlete or a strong swimmer and I knew I would tire quickly. I looked around for an island or someplace I could swim to, but there was nothing but water as far as the eye could see. He called out the time every five minutes, making sure I knew how long I had been in the water. For the first ten minutes I held my own treading water beside the boat as he watched me. Just after the ten minute mark, I started getting a cramp in my right leg. It was at that point that he started the boat. Would he leave me here to drown? Had I pissed him off that much by coming topside? He pulled the boat ahead maybe 100 yards and then stopped, leaving the engine idling. I swam quickly to catch up with him, using more precious energy. I made it to the 20 minute mark before I started to beg him to bring me back on board. He just laughed and pulled ahead. I swam to catch up again. By 25 minutes, I was slipping under the water and fighting to come back up. I swear I had swallowed gallons of water, and I couldn't catch my breath. I found myself going under again, my legs feeling like lead weights. It was at this point that he threw me a rope. I wrapped it around my wrist, thinking he was going to pull me in to the boat. Instead, the boat started moving again, dragging me behind it. I held on to the rope, knowing that if I didn't he would leave me behind to drown. The rope was biting into me, where I had wrapped it around my wrist. My shoulders felt as if they would come out of the socket. Still he drove on as if he were pulling a water skier. I don't know how long he dragged me, time lost all meaning, but eventually he stopped. He put a ladder over the side of the boat and stood there watching me. It took everything I had to swim to that ladder and pull myself into the boat, and all the time he just stood there watching me. I collapsed on the floor of the boat at his feet. "I will forgive you for not assuming the proper position, this time. I hope you have learned a valuable lesson. You are alive because I choose it. Pain, pleasure, life and death are all mine to give you. It would serve you well to remember this lesson and obey me from now on." I swore that I would do my best to obey him in every way. "Master, I accept now that I am yours, that I have no life without you, and I will serve you as best as I am able." He ordered me to "crawl" below, clean up and rest as my training was not yet done. I went below on my hands and knees, dried my hair with a towel, and crawled onto the bed. What would the next lesson bring?