0 comments/ 129086 views/ 7 favorites Captured By: Merlinintheuk Screaming I ran out of the house my mind turmoil, how could he treat me like that? How dare he! I stormed of to the park the one place I felt at ease where I could relax and forget and maybe, just maybe forgive. The bench beckoned me and so I sat contemplating the world, well not really, just Dan, I couldn't figure out what it was that frustrated me so much about him but something made me angry I was always quite strong willed and I resented his control over me. I felt powerless to resist him and so I found myself trying to grab what opportunity I had to prove I was a free person, somewhere deep in my soul I knew I was too in love for that, I would easily do anything for him. He said that I was just naïve and should be more submissive. Yes he was dominant but part of me liked and rejected my role all the same, and to prove that, Id throw the temper tantrums and storm out. I smiled to myself realising just how petty I was being, of course I wanted to be his and his alone. I decided I would go back to him and look into those eyes and... There was a noise from behind me I swung round nervous, wishing Dan was here to protect me, I saw nothing. I stood up and began in a brisk pace towards home, the moon reflected and cast my shadow on the water of the pond. I followed the most direct route, which took me through a cluster of trees, it was dark in their shadows. I could hear footsteps drawing closer and turned to look, I still could not see my pursuer and the footsteps seemed to stop, still looking in the direction of the way I had came. I realised with sudden horror, warm breath on the back of my neck. I froze, as I found myself surrounded in the darkness by masked men clothed in black. The cold steel blade of a knife pressed firmly against my neck, "Make no sound, do exactly as I tell you" came a hoarse whisper in my ear. I did not intend to struggle, I felt excitement build inside of me, partly that of fear, panic and arousal. Yes I felt the wetness seep between my legs the throbbing at every touch of my tormentors hands. They worked fast, cutting away my clothes as though rags, the cold air bit at my erect nipples as they were revealed to an eager mouth I felt hands all over my body restraining me, exploring my body. I jumped as I felt my clit pinched between cold fingers and a wave of pleasure swept over my body. I was forced down to the ground and pushed face first into the dirt my hands zip tied behind my back someone slapped me on the arse I was lifted and briskly carried to a van parked in a secluded spot amongst the trees. Pushed inside I felt myself turned onto my back crushing my arms beneath me I whimpered but was ignored, my legs were pushed apart and an experienced tongue lapped at my juices. I groaned in pleasure, which amused the men around me, annoyed at this I tried to close my legs and felt a swift slap across my cheek. "We have orders to break you in my sweet" came a voice amongst the crowd and a hard cock was forced inside my pussy... This girl was hot; I pushed my cock deep into her wet pussy and began to fuck her hard. I could feel my balls slap against her arse as I pounded her tight wet pussy. She shifted and my cock slurped out of her hole, I slapped her face and told her to stay still...'oh fuck it' I said and lifted her into a doggie position. I opened her pussy lips with my fingers and pinched her clit at the same time, making her yelp in pain. The tip of my engorged cock was now at the entrance of her wet pussy and I slowly inserted the first inch into her. Once secure that I had found an entry I quickly forced myself forward and drove my hard pulsating cock deep into her. She cried out loud and bit her lip as she felt my cock deep inside her. Carl had worked his way underneath her and was biting and chewing her nipples. Her breasts were covered in bite marks and were turning red with the force of his unshaven chin against her skin. Mark and Steve were at her head and were forcing her in turn to suck their cocks. They rubbed their helmets against her face as her hair was tugged by each in turn to inform her that she should open her mouth and suck. I continued to thump away at her rear and I could feel the spunk building in my balls as they tightened. Carl laughed and said he wondered if she could take 2-Up...Give it a go shouted Steve and Carl worked his way underneath her until his hard cock was nudging mine at her wet opening. With a little effort he pushed up and I could feel his cock join mine inside her. With two hard cocks rubbing inside her, she could not control herself and her pussy walls began to twitch in anticipation of an orgasm. Ohh Nooooo she wailed as she released the cock in her mouth at the realisation that she was about to cum. The Guys at her head held her hair tight and both began to shoot their spunk over her pretty face. It ran like rivulets down her face and stung her eyes. I could feel my cock about to explode and withdrew and spurted my hot liquid all over her arse cheeks and tight anus. It ran down into her pussy and coated her pubic bush whilst Carl's cock was bursting inside her... I woke the next morning with an iron collar round my neck the edges were jagged and rough rivulets of blood new and old trickled down between my breasts I was sore tired and afraid. What did he mean they had orders to break me in and from who did they get those orders? I thought of home of Dan of how much I'd do anything for him right now if he'd ask me these men were cruel. Dan was forceful and very dominating he wanted me to be obedient, he said I needed discipline and to know how lucky I am to be his but he was gentle and he had kind eyes that was why I loved him. But I see myself as a strong willed person I have always been free and that was how I intend to stay or I did. The door to the chamber opened and light fled into the dark and empty room. Before there was only a tiny amount of light coming from a tiny port light window that had bars across it in case any one was small enough to get through. A single beam of early morning sunlight lit up my body like a spotlight in the dark. Now with the light from the passage way streaming in I could make out more of my surroundings. The room was very bare with chains and cuffs hanging from the walls. A large table which had whips and other accessories sat in the far corner there was a range of sexual objects like vibrators and butt plugs arranged on a side board, then near the table was a cage which seemed to be approximately 2 meters square. Inside it was a girl not much older than I was, maybe about 18 years old but she looked weak and very afraid, wincing against the light that flooded in from the doorway. I wondered how long she had been here, she was naked, not bruised though, and supple, not underfed they had either looked after her properly or she had not been there long. My attention turned to the figure in the doorway; I studied him, he was tall, in his late twenties with dark hair and mean eyes, he stared down at me with a cruel grin spreading across his face, then looked across at the broken girl cowering in the cage. I pulled myself to my feet ignoring the pain that seared at my throat I realised my hands were shackled also but I could stand comfortably. I glared at him stubbornly which made his grin spread even further. He stepped forward and touched my face, I pulled away sharply and continued my glare 'Don't touch me!' I warned showing my teeth slightly in a wolf like snarl, 'let me go!' He turned and walked away towards the cage with the girl inside crouching down to look at her she withdrew further curling herself into a tight ball. He then looked up at me again taking his time to think up a suitable reply or to build up my anger I could not tell. I watched him amble his way across the chamber the grin never changing. He picked up something from the table concealing it from my sight. In an instant his face changed the grin to a cruel and fearsome menace his hands whipped round and I felt a slash of pain across my legs which gave way beneath me and I crashed to the floor falling forward against the iron collar biting at my throat. I coughed against the sudden pain in my throat, trying to regain breath he knelt in front of me and took my head in his hands forcing me to look at him. 'You are gonna learn some manners young lady, you will never speak back at me or anyone else here again, do you get that?' he growled My eyes narrowed and I pulled my head back putting my hands to my mouth to find a trickle of blood. I stood up again facing him in denial 'I'd rather die!' I retaliated in a low grumble 'So be it!' he screamed pinning me up against the wall, 'but we're going to have fun with you first!' he grabbed at my breasts pinching my nipples, ' you cannot beat us. You are our property and we will train you to obey and respect your master and any one else who takes you, buys you or loans you. You are a slave and you will obey, or you will die like many others before you!' He shortened my shackles so that I could pull my hands only millimetres from the wall, he grabbed at my breasts and pinched my clit ignoring my screams of protest. I kicked him several times but he would slap me and continue his task he pushed my legs apart and slammed his cock hard into me delighting in my scream, which brought his friends to the doorway. I noticed the girl huddled up in the cage she had her hands over her ears and tried to hide from the truth of what was happening. Two of the men went and got her out of the cage and began to fuck her one with his cock rammed into her mouth and the other thrusting his cock deep inside her. The wall rasped at my back like sandpaper as he lifted my legs up around his waist and began kissing my chest biting my nipples as he thrust deeper into me. My screams turned into gasps as my body shuddered unwillingly. 'You like this hey?' He tormented pinching and twisting my breasts painfully 'Stop, please stop, don't please! Ohh!' I whimpered he came outside of me spurting it onto my body as high as he could wiping it off from his helmet and smearing it across my face pushing it into my mouth. He walked away satisfied and I relaxed slightly relieved it was over. He nodded his head at one of his friends who grinned and looked over walking slowly towards me he approached and licked my face grabbing my breasts. I tried to resist but couldn't my hands shackled to the wall there was little I could do, he too thrust his cock hard inside me pumping my body. Men with the girl threw her aside and turned towards me one had a butt plug in his hands my legs were brought up around the mans waist as the butt plug was pushed into my ass, I gasped and cried out as another orgasm shattered through my body. The girl was brought to kneel beneath me and was forced to lick at his balls, cock and my pussy... I watched the girls tongue search out the wetness of her pussy and she licked and sucked along the wetness of her sex for minutes until she was sure that every last drop of cum had been tasted. The other guys sat around the oak table and watched as I approached them. The brunette quickly turned sensing my presence and her eyes widened as I released my hard cock from within the confines of my trousers. Well taught she reached up and began to lick along my length, running her tongue against the underside of my cock and then softly taking the large purple velvet helmet into her warm wet mouth. The bitch was still staring defiantly at me as she hung against the wall on her shackles. I kicked out at her legs and they gave way, her wrists causing her pain as they bit into the cuffs that restrained her. Her weight made the metal clasps bite hard into her. She regained her footing, but again I kicked her legs away and she lay slumped against the wall with the hard metal digging deep into her wrists, knowing that it was useless to try again. "Suck this bitch" I shouted as I slapped my hard cock against her face, making her wince with the weight of my blood engorged cock. I felt it push between my lips, drained I just wanted them to leave and so I obliged I allowed him to pump his cock into my mouth and I sucked at his cock as he groaned. Eventually he came, his spunk shooting into my mouth I gagged but swallowed it down the odd tear running down my cheek. I woke in the dark it was cold and clammy the stone floor chilled my face and my naked used body ached all over, as I suddenly remembered the night before and froze in terror where any of them in here? no I think I may be alone... breathing, I heard the slightest sound of breathing not far from me the steady rhythm of someone asleep, they couldn't do me any harm right now as long as I stayed as silent as I could. My vision began to clear and I pushed myself up onto all fours I could see the faintest light coming through port light on the far wall other than that the dark was haunting. I realised that the breathing must have been the girl I knew there was none of those men drunk enough to want to stay the night down here. I got to my feet planning to explore the chamber now that I wasn't shackled so painfully to the wall, I walked forward still hardly able to see in the light I walked clumsily into the bars of a cage, I reeled back dazed for a second. It must have been the girls cage that I had noticed yesterday, I thought as I turned 90 degrees and tried again however this time a little more carefully. I was unsuccessful, Iran my hands along the bars feeling slightly panicked trying to find the gap, a gap, any gap. Then there was a shriek and I was flat on the floor and something was struggling at my feet crying and whimpering. "I'm sorry, oh I'm so sorry" I whispered, realising I had tripped over the girl, and trying to console her, "I didn't see you there, I'm sorry, its so dark in here." "It's ok," she replied, sounding mildly annoyed. Well it was understandable considering how I had just tripped over her like that. It dawned on me as I realised that this was the first thing I had heard her say, since my capture. "are you ok? especially after yesterday?" "I err I suppose so, well I shall have to be if I ever want to get out of here." I stuttered, I remembered how once they had finished satisfying themselves over my body and had decided me weak enough, they had lifted me off of the wall and practically threw my body in the cage with the girl. I understood that this is where my raging headache had come from, the impact with the floor to my head was enough to put me to sleep for what must have been the rest of the day as it was night now. The last words I'd heard from them was "Ahh she'll be fine in the morning, back to her rowdy old self again. No doubt the whore is gonna be a challenge, I like it like that, it makes it more fun I'm gonna enjoy giving the bitch what's coming to her." Their laughter had echoed on the bare walls of the chamber as they walked out, but that was the last I had remembered. I was grateful of the sleep maybe without the knock I wouldn't have managed to sleep so was so angry and distressed even if I didn't show it. But now I would be strong, I saw yesterday how the girl was scared of them how she cowered in fear of what they might do to her next. I looked into the girls eyes, they were full of sorrow. "how long have you been here?" I asked, she turned away a troubled look on her face. "about a month, I guess," she said sadly "I've lost track of the time, they come everyday sometimes separately, but nearly always as a group. I don't mind sometimes, its good when I can relax but then sometimes they are cruel I have learned that it is best to do as they say. You will too soon, don't fight it soon you will realise just as I have. I have seen it with girls that were here before me, they have girls totally dependent on them ready to do exactly what they want. As a reward these girls are treated better than we are, they depend on their owners like a tamed horse. I've been told that once they learn to behave they are sold in auction, to add to some bastards sex toy collection." She spat out the words as if disgusted with it still staring fixated on the floor "apparently its not so bad once you behave, the sex, is enjoyable and at least you are warm and fed more than once a day. I'm going to join them soon, I cant stand this cold any longer even if I stay in a cage at least it will be warm." She wrapped her arms around her legs shivering in the cold. I felt such sympathy for the girl, I shuffled next to her and wrapped my arm around her hoping to offer some warmth. The light had improved morning sunlight shone through the port light and blackbirds chirped outside. The door opened and the light shone through the girl immediately cowered again shuffling back in the cage but then remembering what she had told me she changed tactics and knelt hesitantly at the bars pushing her hands through in a begging fashion. "Master please," she whimpered "take me!" A cruel grin spread across the mans face. I sat where I was, defiant, looking in pity and disgust at the girl. Her face showed fear but I realised why she was doing it, she had already confessed. They had broke her. He unzipped his trousers at the bars and allowed his swelling cock to flop out "suck me, bitch" he snapped but she already was. She eagerly sucked and licked at his cock, pushing her face up against the bars trying to impress him, desperate to be accepted. He groaned, grinning as he pushed her face into the bars pushing his 8 inch cock against the back of her mouth making her gag but she resisted the retching and continued knowing better than to pull away. He looked across at my horrified expression and laughed "don't worry bitch you'll get your turn!" I snorted turning my face in disgust to the other side of the room trying to resist the temptation to look. I heard someone laugh and looked up to see another in the doorway "Someone seems pleased to see you Mick, mmn and it looks like our new guest is feeling a little lonely." He smiled wandering over to the cage still half-asleep. By now he was shoving his swelling cock through the bars, I ignored him and looked the other way "hey bitch! You little whore suck me off!" I continued to ignore him. His friend was laughing at him in between groans and grunts as he became close to shooting his load. "Come here you whore, ignore me again and Ill give you what you deserve! You little Cunt." I stood up and walked over to him saying nothing staring him in the eyes, as I came up to him I grabbed his cock in my hand and pulled it hard against the cage, he screamed in rage "fuck off you piece of shit!" I screamed at him and I sauntered to the back of the cage regretting instantly what I had just done. Mick was laughing uncontrollably as his cock took over "oh my god, yes bitch yes!" he cried as he pumped his cum into the girls mouth "that's it suck it dry now" he said as she lapped the last of his cum from his cock. "Mmn" he staggered back a few paces still holding his cock in his hand and eyeing the girl, he turned to his friend who was red with rage and holding his cock from the pain. He was eyeing me with hatred as Mick walked over. "I swear Mick, if I had the key to that cage right now Ill give her such a beating you wont believe!" he spat "Well you don't and neither do I and I doubt Ethan will give them to you considering the rage that you're in right now, we're not allowed to waste this one." Then Mick's face lit up and an evil look crossed his face He whispered into his friends ear who had an equally nasty grin and I began to worry. He walked over to the cage and again the girl rushed up to him he whispered to her, and she looked disappointed, scared and concerned, then turned flashing me apologetic eyes. She was handed rope and cuffs and began to walk over to me I backed away and found the wall she wasn't as strong as me, she had been here too long and I was still, fresh but that didn't matter, I was afraid. Captured "don't do it whatever it is please don't do it!" I pleaded trying to look her in the eye "I cant help it," she replied "I have to, I want to be good now, he said I would be allowed to join the others and I can prove myself, that this is a test. Please do this, for me!" "No I can't, I'm afraid, please, don't do this." I backed to the side trying to keep away from the bars and the men who were egging the girl on. I didn't notice what one of them had in his hand. And soon he was behind me but I was still just out of his reach. I looked behind me for a split second. Then she came she threw herself against me and I was pushed back into the bars. Mick's arms were wrapped tight around me and the girl was tying each of my legs apart and to the cage bars, I was tied around each ankle and around each of my thighs and again at the top of my waist. My arms were each tied with a long rope to the bars on the opposite side of the cage to me. I frantically tried to struggle swearing and cursing, but I was powerless I had been tied so that I was leaning forward my pussy pressed vulnerably up to the bars, my breasts dangling beneath me. The girl had a look of triumph on her face. "you little bitch you little whore, I felt sorry for you!" I snapped, as I tried to pull myself away from the bars! "I'm sorry" she said "really I am! But I so want to earn warmth and bedding, I've slept down here in the cold for a month, I'm ready! I've learned to be good and grateful to my masters wishes, and now I am going to prove it!" "you've done well kitten," Mick said "Ill tell Ethan what you have done, in fact I will show Ethan." He said with an evil chuckle. I felt a rough slap on my ass "Mmn she has a nice arse, Gavin. I think its time we show her how to use it!" Gavin was grinning evilly at me from the side "You little Bitch, Ill teach you to suck my cock and not to fucking yank it off!" "No permanent damage!" Mick warned "Let's just have some fun shall we?" "Leave me alone!" I screamed as Gavin walked around towards me "Kit, I want you to join in with this!" Mick seemed to have nicknamed her Kit for kitten as it seemed no one knew her name. "Oh please master, I..." she trailed off "Kiss her!" he ordered. Kit stepped forward and tried to take my head in her hands I pulled away. She gripped my face roughly pinching my chin, I was surprised by her strength she kissed me forcing her tongue into my mouth. I found that I let her and was kissing her back. "Hey she likes it" Mike exclaimed. Kit blushed and pulled away I looked up at her and realised, that she had although slightly thin she had a nice figure, petite rounded breasts, a small waist and a dark patch of hair around her pussy. She looked at me, lust glowing in her eyes. I tried to see behind me by pushing my head down to look between my legs Gavin was crouched directly behind me his gaze met mine and he grinned at me then moved up to my pussy. He flicked his tongue teasingly over my clit, and pinched it hard between his finger and thumb I screamed but the girl pressed her mouth to mine in another kiss. She knelt below me and eyed Gavin as he licked at my pussy then she began to lick my breasts sucking my nipples. I hadn't noticed Mick leave the room, nor did I notice when he returned with Ethan and another guy I was too wrapped up in pleasure. I heard a vibrator being turned on and to Gavins pleasure, my pussy responded instantly turned on in the hope that it would be pushed inside my pussy. Kit was kissing and playing with my breasts occasionally kissing me on the lips allowing our tongues to meet but then to pull away again. I was ashamed to know I was enjoying it but then I didn't care except when Gavin left my pussy I moaned wanting more until I felt Mick push the vibrator into me. "Mmmmmmn," I moaned as my body pulsed, my pussy feeling hot and wet. The cage door opened by Ethan and Gavin walked inside. His cock pressed against my lips and I instinctively took it in my mouth and sucked on it, Gavin forgot his anger against me and held my hair as I sucked on his cock savouring the feel of his shaft rubbing against my tongue. Ethan walked in too and found Kit instantly wanting to please him he grinned letting her oblige I groaned in protest that she was to leave me, but found myself absorbed in sucking Gavin. The vibrator left my pussy and pushed against my asshole. I had never taken anything up my ass before and panicked when I realised what Mick wanted to do to me. I began to scream sending vibrations around Gavins cock in my mouth and struggled against my ties. I heard Mick laughing and felt a tear trickle down my cheek as I felt it push hard against my muscles then, with one hard painful push from Mick it was inside sending ripples of ecstatic pleasure through me. The resulting scream caused Gavin to go over the edge he gripped onto my hair as he shot his load into my mouth causing me to swallow on reflex. I licked every last drop of cum from his cock as I felt my body tremble from the vibrator in my ass. Mick now pushed his cock into my pussy as deep as his could as my body pulsated in orgasm my muscles rippled around his cock. Gavin stepped back breathless watching my helpless body tremble as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me. Ethan shot his load into Kit who licked it up eagerly and watched kit return to me. "You've done well Kit," he said "now as a reward how would you like this little slave to pleasure you?" Kit nodded her head eagerly in response. As Mick continued to fuck my pussy with the vibrator in my ass, I watched a table which was level to my head being carried in. It was positioned directly in front of my face. Kit was laid onto the table, she protested slightly as she was shackled into place. Her legs spread open in front of me and her ankles tied open she looked both excited and humiliated butt she didn't put up much of a fight the table was pushed in towards me until my face was, virtually nestled in her moist pussy. I wanted to refuse and tried to pull away but Gavin pushed my head down again "Lick her out slave!" he whispered in my ear Mick plunged his cock up to the hilt into my pussy making me cry out and oblige Gavin. Licking her clit as she groaned and tried to push her pussy against my mouth. I watched as the new girl's tongue snaked out from between her wet lips and slowly, tentatively, she edged the tip of her tongue against the wetness of Kits pussy. Her lips were parted and I could just make out the hood of her clitoris as it peeked through her labia. The girl hesitated, but as Mick thrust again into her own wet pussy she was forced forward and her face became buried in Kits wetness. It seemed that she hesitated again and then started to relish the prospect of tasting Kits sweet juices. Her tongue began to lick along Kits labia and she finally found her clit. With a slow circular motion she licked her tongue against the nub of her hooded sex and began to tease the clitoris from within it's sheath. Once located, she began to rub the warm nub between her tongue and her top lip, massaging the nub against her own lips. As Mick's thrusts became more urgent she buried her face completely into Kit's wetness and began to lick her in earnest. Kit's juices flooded from her wet pussy only to be quickly lapped up and savoured. Kit thrust her cunt into the girl's face and began to lift her rear from the bench in order to meet the greedy mouth that was devouring her. The girl let out a squeal as micks' final thrust of his blood engorged cock filled her with his spunk. His cock pumped into her balls deep and he reached forward and squeezed her breasts as he came into her. Mick withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her arse as she returned her attentions to the twitching pussy at the end of her tongue. She drove her tongue deep into Kit's wet folds and sucked upon her clitoris. Rubbing her face into the wetness, she was lost completely in her task. Kit came with a mighty force, she raised her bottom off the bench and ground her cunt into the girls face as her orgasm shook through her. I decided that it was time to invite our Governor into the action, the girl was obviously fully broken now as witnessed by her enthusiasm for oral sex with Kit. I called up to the lounge on the intercom...DAN...She's ready for you now!! Captured Als ich erwachte brummte mein Schädel. Ich öffnete langsam meine immer noch schweren Lider und fand mich auf einer Matratze liegend, in einer vergitterten Zelle. Ich bin 20, 185 gross und 64 kg schwer. Benommen richtete ich mich auf und versuchte mich zu erinnern wie ich hierher gekommen war. Ich war auf dem Nachhauseweg gewesen und dann war plötzlich alles schwarz geworden. "Gut geschlafen?" ertönte eine ruhige aber durchdringende Männerstimme. Dann trat er ans Gitter. Um die 40, markantes Gesicht, breite Schultern, kein Gramm Fett. "Wir werden viel Spass miteinander haben," sagte er und grinste von einem Ohr zum anderen. "Was wollen sie von mir, wo bin ich?" kam es entrüstet von mir. "Ich will dich und wir sind hier, sagen wir, weit weg von der Zivilisation. Aber wir reden morgen weiter," und damit entfernte er sich ohne auf die Beschimpfungen zu achten die ich ihm nachrief. Am nächsten Morgen stand er neben mir in der Zelle. Bevor ich wirklich erfasste, dass er da war, hatte er mir schon Hände und Füsse zusammengebunden und zerrte mich auf die Beine. "Na los, ich hab nicht ewig Zeit," brummte er. Meine Beine hatte er so fixiert, dass ich kleine Schritte machen konnte und so führte er mich aus der Zelle. Wir liefen durch verwundene Gänge bis er schliesslich eine Tür aufstiess. Der Raum den ich betrat war vollgestopft mit allen möglichen Bondagegeräten. Er fixierte meine Beine an zwei Eisenringen im Boden, dann band er meine Hände an den Knöcheln fest. Ich stand jetzt, völlig wehrlos, in gebückter Haltung vor ihm. Dann begann er meinen Hintern zu streicheln. "Weißt du, ich gebe jedem meiner Gäste die Chance freizukommen. Alles was du dafür tun musst, ist in den nächsten 5 Minuten keinen Steifen zu bekommen." Ich verstand überhaupt nicht was er meinte. Seine Hand fasste den Bund meiner Boxer-Shorts, das einzige Kleidungsstück das ich seit meiner Ankunft hier getragen hatte, und streifte sie ab. Langsam begann ich zu ahnen was er wollte und versuchte die Fesseln loszuwerden aber es war hoffnungslos. Plötzlich fühlte ich die heisse Zunge des anderen über die Innenseite meiner Schenkel gleiten. Langsam fuhr sie nach oben, bis sie meinen Sack erreichte. Dort stoppte sie eine Sekunde, dann fuhr sie über meine Eier, was mir wider Willen ein leises Stöhnen entlockte. Nachdem die Zunge für c.a. eine Minute mit meinen Hoden gespielt hatte glitt sie zurück und begann den äussersten Rand meiner Rosette zu lecken. Er spielte noch ungefähr eine Minute mit meinem Arschloch, dann war mein Penis steif hart wie Stein. Lachend richtete er sich auf: "Ich glaube du hast den Test nicht bestanden. Ich würde dich ja so gerne ficken aber ich habe leider einen Kunden der für jungfräuliche Ärsche Unmengen Geld auf den Tisch legt." Wenige Minuten später war ich auf dem Rücken auf einem Tisch fixiert. Die Arme über den Kopf, die Knie bis zur Brust gezogen. Die Tür öffnete sich und herein kam ein Mann den ich auf 55 schätzte, in Anzug und Krawatte. Er kam zum Tisch hinüber und begann sofort meinen Schwanz und meinen Sack zu befummeln. Ich versuchte mich gegen meine Fesseln zu wehren aber es war auch diesmal nutzlos. Erschreckt stellte ich fest, dass mein Penis ganz offensichtlich auf seine Stimulationen reagierte und schon wieder steif wurde. Mein Besucher war aber noch lange nicht zufrieden und machte weiter bis meine vollen 17cm im rechten Winkel von meinem Bauch abstanden. Mit einem zufriedenen Lächeln machte er sich nun daran meinen Hintereingang zu bearbeiten. Erst nur mit der Zunge, dann fühlte ich wie sich sein Zeigefinger gegen mein Analloch presste und schliesslich langsam in mich hineinglitt. Er begann mich mit seinem Finger zu ficken und nahm bald noch einen zweiten hinzu. Ich begann fast zu weinen vor Wut, denn mein Schwanz zuckte vor Lust. Schliesslich liess er von mir ab und öffnete seine Hose aus der er einen 20 cm langen Prügel befreite. Genüsslich rieb er ihn vor meinem Gesicht gründlich mit Gleitmittel ein bevor er sich wieder zum anderen Ende des Tisches begab und damit begann seine dicke Eichel um meine Rosette zu fahren. Dann zog er meine Arschbacken so weit auseinander wie möglich und ich fühlte wie sein Schwanz immer stärker gegen meinen After drückte. Ich versuchte mich ein letztes Mal aus meiner Fesselung zu befreien aber es war Ausichtslos. Ich spürt wie seine Eichel sich an meinem Schliessmuskel vorbeidrückte und hörte ihn aufstöhnen, als er langsam seine ganzen 20 cm in meinem Arsch versenkte. Ich stöhnte auf. Ich wollte es nicht, aber obwohl die Prozedur mit Schmerz verbunden war raste die Lust durch meinen Körper. Er zog sich wieder zurück und steigerte langsam sein Tempo. Je schneller er wurde desto erregter wurde ich und nach kurzer Zeit stöhnte ich schon wie ein billiger Stricher und versuchte so viel wie nur irgend möglich in meinen Hintern zu bekommen. Kurz bevor er kam streichelte er ein paarmal über meinen Penis was mich sogleich meinen Saft über meinen Brustkorb und mein Gesicht spritzen liess während sich meine erste warme Ladung Sperma in meinen Darm ergoss... Wird fortgesetzt... Captured (This is based on a real life story from my ex-girlfriend, she moved away to another town, but she wished me luck in finding another girlfriend. We still call each other once a while.) I remember that day when my girlfriend Erin took me to the bar and got me drunk as much as I remember my mom's name. It all started like this: Erin was a very attractive girl, and almost every guy wanted her, and has asked her out, but they met the usual answer from her, no. It wasn't too long before I appeared in her class. The very first day, she noticed me, and so did I, but I kept it inside for now. Well, that was until I went out for lunch. My friends wanted to go to Wendy's and just grab something and go, but I wanted a little walk in the campus. So when I said bye to my friends, I went to a small park inside our campus. Suddenly, behind me was Erin. Turns out that she was actually stalking me all the way. I didn't mind. "Hey." I turned around, and there standing in front of me was the oh, drop dead sexy babe Erin. "Hey." "What are you doing here?" "Oh, I decided that I would take a walk in the park." "I see." "So…what are you doing here?" "Oh… ah…I guess I kinda lost my way." I began to get a bit suspicious. "Where were you planning to go?" She looked at me in the eyes, and I could see that she was trying to turn me on. "Wendy's" her reply was. "If you were going to Wendy's, you should be going the opposite way… are you…" "Oh…" "Erin…" "Yes" she said with a smile that I just couldn't resist. "You look like you're… um… how should say this.." "Flirting?" "Yeah." I said, giggling. She smiled at me and looked down. "Well…I noticed you in class today…and you…um…were kinda… cute." I smiled and walked up to her. "You're plain irresistible." "Thanks." I made my move. I touched her gently on the face, and she looked up. Slowly, she kissed me. For a moment, everything paused, and the only thing that was going through my mind was that, I was kissing this girl I hardly even know, but it felt too good. When we stopped, she left me her number, and she went to Wendy's while I kept on walking in the park. I called her that night, and she told me to meet her at a bar called "The Station". We talked for countless hours, and eventually, I didn't know what she was up to. There was an important clue that I missed that proved her cruelty, but of course, she only uses her cruelty when she needs to. We played a childish game called Mercy. The main objective is to twist the other person's arm, and make them say mercy. Well, who was I to know that in a split second after she said go she twisted my arm so hard, that it knocked me off my chair, and then she put her foot on my back and pushed. My arms were being pulled so hard, and not to mention, she was digging her nails into my hands. "Mercy!" I screamed. She released me and she sat laughing at me while my numb arms rest. For the rest of the night, we just drank and talked. She got me a bit drunk. And because I live close, I didn't drive my car to the bar. "Hey, you alright?" she asked. "Yeah, just a bit drunk." "Hey you wanna stay in my place?" "Sure why not. Tomorrow is a public holiday, so I don't need to go to work." So she drove me to her place where I spent the night with her. She slept naked, and so did I, but she didn't wanna fuck yet, so I gave up the idea of fucking her. Next morning. About 7 am, I found myself tied up. Ropes tied around my legs, I was handcuffed against the bed, and I was naked, my cock waiting to be fucked. "What the hell is going on?" Erin came out of the bathroom with a bath robe and a small box. "Relax boy. I'm gonna fuck you like hell." "Great. But one question, why am I tied up?" "It's all a matter of control." "I see." She walked up to me and took off her robe. "Oh god, you're really gonna turn me on." She smiled. She pulled out something out of that small box. When it was out, I knew exactly what was gonna happen. I braced myself for the pain. She whipped me hard, right on the chest. Again and again. "Ah! God!!!" She came up to my cock and stroked it. "You like it?" It was pretty painful, and I moaned like hell, but I liked it. "Oh yeah…yeah.." Soon she slipped my hard cock into her mouth which she mercilessly sucked on and bit on. "Oh…yeah!! SUCK IT HARD!!" She went faster, harder ,faster , and even harder. Finally I cummed right on her face and she licked off some of my cum that dripped down . Then she moved up and mercilessly sat on my face. As I licked her tight juicy pussy, she moaned, and squirted bit after bit of her wonderful juices into my mouth. Then she shifted a bit, and she pinched my nose. With her pussy on my mouth, and her pinching my nose, I was being smothered. It was until I nearly passed out that she released me, but just when I thought it was over, she sat on my hard cock and made me fuck her hard. She was riding my cock like there's no tomorrow. I kept on screaming as her tight pussy tighten around my hard cock, and she screamed as well. She went so fast and hard, it wasn't long before she came onto my hard cock. " That's enough pleasure for you…" I just lay on the bed powerless, as I cummed again, this time in her. She shifted herself again, and stuck my cock into her ass hole. She went up and down, and from the very beginning, I screamed. Her ass hole was so tight, and my cock so hard, it killed. Powerless to try to stop her, I begged for her to stop. "Mercy! Erin! Stop! Mercy!" But as we all know, she was merciless, and she just went faster every time. When I cummed inside her again, she got off me, and kissed me gently. Then, taking the whip, she shoved it right up my ass so fucking hard, that I screamed at the top of my lungs. She shoved the whip 4 to 5 inches deep inside me, and kept it there. Finally, after what seems like forever, she slowly pulled the whip out, and relief fell over me. She kissed me gently. "Are you alright?" "Every part of my body is hurting." "How about your back?" "Well, maybe not my back." She gave me an evil smile, and turned me on my side. Then, using both hands, she dug her nails deep into my skin, and slowly scratched 10 to 11 inches down. I screamed. The pain was unbearable. But I was glad it was all over. Well that's all, and by the way, Erin's nail marks on my back has now turned to scars, which my girlfriend, Karen, asked me about. My reply, "oh…when I was 19 or something, this girl called Erin scratched me hard on my back." Little does she know that I still call Erin, every once a while, and when Karen is at work. Captured and Conquered Darkness swirled around my head. I felt dizzy, and struggled to breathe. I attempted to sit up, but the pain was too intense. My entire body ached urging me to be content lying down. Wait? Lying down? I lifted my head up slightly and tried to peer through the darkness, in hopes of determining where the hell I was. When my eyelashes fluttered against something light I realized I was blindfolded. Panic bubbled through me and again I attempted to get up. This time I knew it was not just my physical pain that kept me down, but soft cloth tied around my wrists and ankles. I was trapped! I struggled to breathe normally and assess my situation, remembering what my health professor had always said. "Before you do something rash, relax and think things through before acting." "Sure Professor, say that after you wake up bound and blindfolded." I muttered furiously to myself. I moved my thoughts to what I was bound to. From what I could feel, it was soft and shook slightly when I struggled. I figured it was some sort of bed. Fantastic! I am tied to bed, blindfolded, and God only knows where I am and this is all because I let my stupid friend talk me into going to that ridiculous club! Tears of frustration dripped down my cheeks as I struggled against the material that held me captive. I continued to think fiercely of my situation and how I could possibly escape when the sound of an opening door shattered my solitude. A masculine laugh filled the room and bounced against my ears making me go still. I tried to breathe quietly, hoping that perhaps if I didn't move he would lose interest in me. I strained to hear any movement in the room. Nothing. I couldn't tell where he was. Suddenly the bed dipped to one side and the hairs rose on my neck. My captor was right next to me. I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he whispered to me. "There is no need to cry love. I promise you, I will be a good master. All you need to do is be a good submissive." Those words threw my mind into a frenzy as I tried to comprehend his meaning. What the hell? Master? Submissive? Oh shit. He is one of the crazy S and M freaks my friend told me about. How can I get out of this? Laughter filled my ears again. I felt the stranger wipe away the tears on my cheeks. He spoke again. "I can tell what you are thinking love. The way your nose is wrinkling, it allows me to glimpse into your thoughts. There is no way out of this. You will be mine." His words chilled me and brought forth the rage and courage I needed to speak. "Like hell you can tell what I am thinking. I don't know who you think you are, but there is no way in hell I am going to be your submissive." He placed a finger over my lips. "Feisty. Just the way I prefer them before I break them in. I can tell I am going to like you." I jerked my face away from him furious at his seductive tone, but he grabbed my chin and brought my face back to the position where I assumed I would be facing him. Fear coiled in my belly as his other hand traveled down my neck and caressed my breasts. "What do you want from me?" He gave a short bark of laughter. "What do you think I want from you? I want your body, your virginity, your service." My body stiffened at his words. How could he know that I was a virgin? It was then I realized his hand was touching my chest. He was not stoking me through the tank top I was wearing earlier, but he was actually making skin to skin contact. "Oh shit. You Bastard! Give back my clothes. How could you violate me while I was unconscious?!?!" His hand gripped my chin harder and I felt his breath upon my ear once more. "I'm not interested in unconscious beauties. When I take you, you will be fully awake. As for how I know you are a virgin, the answer is simple. I have been watching you a long time." He moved his hand lower down my belly and rested it on my inner thigh. "I know all about you, Julia." The shock of hearing my name made me go still. He quickly took this opportunity to place his hand on my pussy and he began to stoke my clit. I started struggling again, desperate to get way from his touch. "Struggle all you like Julie, you're not going to win this fight." Despite my anger at this stalker touching me, I couldn't deny his touch felt good. I struggled to keep in a moan, as he stroked my clit faster. He moved faster and faster, making it even more difficult to resist moaning. My breath came fast, and a low moan escaped my lips. He laughed again and withdrew his hand. "You see? Even though you protest, I can tell you want to be pleasured. Give in to me, and I promise to make this a wild ride to sexual paradise. There is no one here to impress but me and I already know you crave my touch." His confidence both frightened and angered me. I was not going to give in to this guy. I refused to allow him to use me, but the only problem was I couldn't imagine how I could get out of this. Without warning, my blindfold was removed, and I found myself staring into bright, emerald green eyes. He dipped his head down and stole a kiss. His lips brushed against mine and soon the kiss became fierce as he attempted to gain access to my tongue. I refused to open my mouth, and to counter my defiance; he began to stoke my clit again eliciting a small squeak from me. This allowed enough time from him to force his tongue into my mouth. Pulling back, he looked down at me. He smiled a slow, dangerous grin. He then moved over me until he was sitting on my stomach. "Get off of me you pervert!" I yelled, attempting to wiggle out from under him. Unfortunately the cloth around my limbs kept me in one place. He placed he finger against my lips once more. "Shhhh. Please, if you must shout at me, call me by my name, Alex. Listen up love. This is important. I am going to take you. I will rape you of your virginity by roughly pounding into you. It will hurt at first, but soon what pain you feel will fade away and eventually it will turn to pleasure. It will be the best orgasm you will ever feel. You will scream for me to stop, beg, and plead, but I will continue to push into you. I will enjoy hearing every scream I pull from your lungs. Every moan you make, I will cherish." He gave me a flirtatious smile and began to shift his weight until he was sitting between my legs. "Please. Don't do this. I don't want this. Please." I cried out, struggling even more fiercely. Alex chuckled, and untied my hands. Instantly I sat up and tried to shove him away, but it was to no avail. He simply laughed again and pushed me back down, showing me how helpless I really was. Keeping one hand on my chest to keep me down, he used the other to massage my clit. Again I fought to keep from moaning. "I'm sorry love, but whether or not I take you is not up to you. Are you ready?" Without waiting for an answer he plunged into me, erasing the small amount of pleasure I felt before. I screamed and bucked, attempting to rid myself of this pain. My hands gripped the sheets and my knuckles turned white as he pumped in and out of me. I begged him to stop, I pleaded, and promised him anything he wanted, just as he said I would. Tears dripped out of my eyes and onto the sheets under me and I cried for him to end this pain. Without giving me anytime to adjust he picked up the pace and thrust harder, and faster then before. His cock felt impossibly large as he stretched my virgin pussy. During one large thrust, my hands shot out and grabbed his arms, squeezing tight. I was attempting anything to make the pain go away. Over and over again he thrust, making me squeeze his arms tighter, drawing blood. He just chuckled and continued to rape me. Soon the pain started to fade. He was still hurting me; however it no longer felt as though he was trying to break me in half. "Feeling a bit better?" He asked with a smirk. "How can you even ask me that?" I shot back repulsed by his smile. "Because, love, I noticed you were no longer making my arms bleed." I glared at him, and before I could respond he dropped down for a kiss. After attacking my lips he caught one of my breasts in his mouth. I stiffened in protest, but was soon distracted by the return of the pain between my legs. He continued to lick and nip my breasts as he thrust in and out of me. The pain was fading but I refused to enjoy what he was doing to me. I would not moan. About two seconds after I came to this conclusion, he began stroking my clit once more. I felt it coming and could not stop it. I moaned loudly and began to breathe rapidly. "That's right Jules. Let go, and experience the best orgasm of your life." I would not let his talk get to me; I was not going to enjoy this. Even as I thought this I could feel a tingling in my belly. The sensation crept lower to my pussy and made me breathe harder. I moaned loudly and felt the pressure build. I was going to lose the fight. "NO!" I yelled. At the moment my entire body tightened and I was lost in waves of pleasure. My pussy walls clenched down on Alex's cock. I heard him grunt and knew he was close. He continued to pump in and out of me, prolonging my orgasm. I screamed in satisfaction and soon he joined me. I could feel him pour his seed into me as he reached his orgasm. His spasms caressed my pussy walls and I was thrown into a second blinding orgasm. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried between my legs. My breathing returned to normal as I dwelled in the fact that I was raped of my virginity and in the end I enjoyed it. I couldn't believe this had happened. I felt Alex shift his weight above me. As he pulled his cock out of my pussy, he kissed my forehead. "You were amazing love." I turned away from him, new tears prickling the back of my eyes. I felt him leave the bed, and heard the door close. Relieved he had ended my torture, I fell into a deep slumber. The next morning I awoke. There was a bowl of fruit in front of me, resting near the edge of the bed. Looking up I also become aware of a note sitting atop the fruit. Picking it up, my hand began to tremble as I read the note. You were amazing last night love. I am even more convinced you will be the perfect sex slave. Rest well, for tonight I have a few surprises planned. ~ Alex Captured and Conquered Ch. 02 Black and white photos were scattered across a mahogany desk, illuminated by a single desk lamp. Each one featured different expressions and moods of a young college student. Her layered honey colored hair fell just above her shoulder blades, and her chocolate brown eyes were framed by long dark lashes. A pale slender hand held a picture showing the girl looking into the eyes of her crush, sporting a shy grin. By looking at her small build you could tell she was short, just over 5 feet. This photograph was his favorite. He sighed and peered at the picture longingly. You could tell so much about her personality through this single expression. A stab of jealousy coursed through him as he studied the facial features of the fair boy she was looking at. "Someday, love, you'll look at me like that. Yes. Someday." Alex took one last look at the picture and put it back into his desk drawer, along with the other photos he had taken of Julia. "I think its time I revisited my captive butterfly." He murmured to himself. The light went out and he made his way through the darkness towards the room in which she was prisoner. ******** My hand trembled as I read his note over and over again. You were amazing last night love. I am even more convinced you will be the perfect sex slave. Rest well, for tonight I have a few surprises planned. ~ Alex I was attempting to comprehend what this meant. The thought that I was going to be some random guy's sex slave was too farcical of a concept to wrap my head around. How did this happen? Why me? I don't want this. I don't want to be held here and be with that monster! I... I can't believe I'm not a virgin anymore.... I... I don't know how to handle this. New tears trickled down my cheeks. I angrily brushed them away while attempting to get the fierce thoughts and sensations of last night out of my head. I quickly gave up my resolve to stop crying. I couldn't end the pain I was feeling. Sniffing I looked up around the room that seemed to be my prison. It was still dim, however there was a crack of light peaking in through the frame of a door. Gingerly I got up to investigate. Perhaps this would be an escape, from both the monster holding me here and the painful memories of what happened earlier. I shuffled towards the door trying not to make much noise. Walking was almost unbearable. A harsh ache was throbbing between my legs, my wrists and ankles were also sore from the restraints he used. I concentrated on the door, telling myself over and over that it was my exit, my freedom. Finally I made it to the door, and silently put my head against the door to listen for any sounds. Nothing. Nothing at all. My hand shook violently as I reached for the doorknob. I slowly turned it and opened the door quietly. I could feel my stomach twist into knots of anticipation. I carefully looked around the corner of the door and sank to the floor in despair. It was just a bathroom. No windows. No connecting door. No Escape. Slamming my hands against the tiles of the floor I cried out in defeat. Crawling towards the wall I leaned against it and let the tears fall from my eyes. The light of the bathroom hurt my eyes, eventually I closed them and breathed deeply. I will get out of this. In all the horror movies I watched was it ever easy for the victim to escape? I REFUSE TO GIVE UP! Shoving the thoughts that this was not a fictional horror movie but real life to the back of my head, I got up and observed the room. Black and white tiles covered the floor and flecks of silver paint decorated the walls. The large tub in the corner caught my attention. It seemed to be built large enough to bathe an elephant. I suddenly got the urge to get into warm soapy water. I wanted to wash the remains of my tormenter off of me. I needed to scrub away all the reminders of my rape. Reaching over I grasped the silver knobs and turned the water on. Grabbing the bath salts sitting next to the tub, I dumped half the container in and watched the bubbles and water raise. The tub filled surprising fast for its size and I quickly climbed in. The warm water soothed my aching flesh. I began to scrub my skin, washing off the blood and other fluids crusted on to my legs. My breathing slowed and my stream of tears halted. Calming down I sank further into the tub and tried to sort out my situation. Ok. I am in a house or something like that, in an unknown place with a stalker that knows a ton of details of my life no normal stranger would know. How long has he been watching me? More importantly what freaking surprises could he be planning? Oh hell, I'm in trouble... A sound at the door shattered my thoughts. Quickly I looked up and saw Alex leaning against the door with a sly grin on his face. Shrieking I quickly crossed my arms over my chest. His deep masculine chuckle bounced against my head and fear coiled in my belly. "So modest. Another trait that makes you irresistible." Alex cooed. His tone created a fierce anger that whipped through me. My cheeks flushed in frustration at his cool tone. I was about to retort when I realized this was the first time I had seen his face, let alone his entire profile. I remembered his bright eyes from the yesterday's hellish events, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his pale face. His dark hair fell just below his chin, a few wisps in his eyes. He had a slender frame; however I know and had felt the power behind his toned muscles. There was no doubt he could over power me in a match of strength. It would be like a butterfly trying to escape the claws of a tiger. I suddenly snapped out of my trance, furious with myself for even entertaining the thought that he was extremely attractive. Gritting my teeth I stared defiantly into his emerald eyes. "You bastard. Burn in hell." This elicited a bark of laughter from him as he moved towards the tub. He hands made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and he stripped it off revealing his muscular chest. I looked away, afraid that I might like what I see. I heard a splash and looked up quickly to see that he had gotten into the tub with me. I sucked in my breath quickly and moved as far away from him as possible. Alex grinned at me again and started moving towards me. I jumped up, forgetting that I was trying to cover myself and attempted to move out of the tub. Before I could make it he caught my wrist and pulled me back in. He placed his other arm around my stomach and pulled me hard up against his chest. "Still so reluctant. Aren't you the least bit curious about what I was going to do?" Alex whispered in my ear. I started struggling harder against him, attempting to get the hell away from him. This only made him laugh harder. His laughter and my helplessness both infuriated and disheartened me. I eventually came to realize that the only time I would get out of his arms is when he wanted me to. This thought gave me the courage I needed to continue to struggle. "Get your hands off of me you toad!" Alex went from chuckling to full blown laughter. "Toad? Did you honestly call me a toad? I think that may be on of the worst insults I have ever heard. I knew I was going to like you, love." I opened my mouth to reply when the sensation of him running his finger over my clit made my breath catch in my throat. I went rigid in his arms. "Ah. That got your attention didn't it love? I love how responsive you are, how after just one night, I own your body." His words chilled me. Why was it that when he touched me I stopped my struggles? Desperate to get the upper hand I twisted my head towards him. "Own my body? What the hell?!?! The reason I stopped moving was because you freaking raped me last night and I happen to be a bit sensitive down there. Now stop molesting me you pervert!" "Oh, I see. It's because you are still hurting. Well I think I can help that." Alex murmured seductively against my neck. He began to move his finger in slow circles around my clit, while kissing and nipping my neck. I arched my back in an attempt to push away from me but he just followed my movements and continued his assault on my senses. I couldn't fool myself into thinking I didn't enjoy this torment. His hands felt so good. My breath came faster, even as I tried to regulate it. This can't be happening. I don't understand. Why? Why after all he had done to me, do I still response to his touch? I hate this, I hate him. Suddenly his hand stroked my clit faster and his started teasing my pussy. He swept his hand over my entrance but never traveled inside. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. I renewed my struggles. I needed to get out of his arms. I refused to lose to him again. Alex laughed softly and began to playfully nip my ear. This angered me even more and I swore under my breath. I slammed my elbow into his gut and tried to get up. His grip loosened a bit and I jumped up. My small victory was short lived because as soon as I was up his hand had a vice like grip on my wrist. 'Let go! You're hurting me!" I yelped. Alex yanked my arm hard and slammed my back against his chest. "You'll pay for that love. Never forget that you are mine. I can make you do anything I ask." "Why can't you get through your thick head that you will never be able to manipulate me into doing whatever you want, you sick freak!" I yelled in frustration. The fact that he seemed so confident in his ability to control me sent fear traveling down my spine. Alex settled back against the tub, once again securing his arm tightly against my stomach. He placed his hand on my pussy. A tear slipped out of my eye as he resumed his strokes against my clit. Soon my breath came fast again; he stroked harder, and began sucking on my neck. I whimpered softly desperate to have this torment end. Suddenly he slipped a finger inside my pussy. A low moan escaped my lips. My cheeks reddened in shame. "Please stop. I don't want this. Please, please. Don't do this." Alex continued to move his finger in and out of my pussy, and soon added another. My body welcomed the sensation, even as I tried to fight the feeling that coiled in my belly. I refused to enjoy this again. I begged him to stop, but he ignored my pleas and continued his assault on my pussy. Eventually he had four fingers moving rapidly in and out. I closed my eyes and my head tipped back. Once again I was going to lose the fight. "Please..." "Please what love? Continue? Stop? Tell me your desire, and I might give it to you." Alex placed his thumb over my clit. The new feeling made me shudder. I heard a moan travel through my lips. I tried to get my thoughts together but every rational thought I had evaporated as I was consumed by the pleasure I felt. "Stop... please stop..." Even as I said it, I wasn't sure if it was really what I wanted. This realization shocked me and made more tears stream out of my eyes. "Stop what? This?" Alex asked mockingly as he roughly slammed his fingers into my pussy. This new force sent pain searing through my tender flesh and I cried out. "Yes! Yes! Please stop! Pleeease!" "Offer me anything. Offer me whatever I want and the pain stops." Alex whispered into my ear. Desperate for relief I caved in and slumped against his chest. "I'll.... I'll do it. Yes. Anything you want. Just please.... Stop..." Alex withdrew his hand from my pussy. I sighed, but wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed. He stood up and pulled me up with him. "Hm. I don't own your body huh? I can't make you say anything? Right... Well, love, I'll just have to think about what I want that anything to be, now won't I?" Shocked I looked into his brilliant eyes. I couldn't believe I had just promised him anything. His touch controlled even the words I spoke. Was I insane? How could I have let that happen? I narrowed my eyes and turned away from him. I breathed deeply and willed myself to become angry. My head was more level when I was angry. I looked back at him, a small smirk traveled across his face. "Bastard." I turned from him and ran into the next room, hoping to see another door ajar. After being in the bright light of the bathroom, the darkness overwhelmed my senses. I blinked my eyes rapidly to clear them and find an exit but I was too slow. I heard the movement right before I felt Alex's body slam against mine. I toppled over and landed on my stomach on the edge of the bed I woke up in. I cursed loudly and began to struggle wildly hoping to throw him off. He only laughed and grabbed my wrists. In one hand he pinned them down. He used his other hand to grab a piece of cloth resting on the edge of the bed. With brute strength he pinned my body down and quickly tied my wrists together in a matter of seconds. Tears fell down my cheeks as I accepted my defeat. "Well love it looks like I have to change my plans for you tonight. Your disregard for my authority cannot go unpunished. You ready to submit?" Before I said anything he kicked my legs open, exposing my pussy. Shocked by the cool air between my legs, I instantly tried to close them. "No, no, love. They remain open." Alex chided, putting his knee between my thighs. His casual tone frightened me. I couldn't understand how he acted like this was a normal everyday situation to be in. My frantic thoughts were interrupted as I felt his cock push against my pussy lips. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the unbearable pain to begin. As he slowly pushed himself in I groaned. Surprise gripped me as I realized this didn't hurt nearly as bad as I thought it would. Just as I was adjusting Alex chucked. "You are so wet, love. I love that you are so turned on by my dominance." This comment made me arch my back in disgust. I began to struggle again, unaware of how my movements were affecting my captor. He let out a moan and withdrew his cock from my tight pussy. I sighed in relief but cried out a moment later when he slammed back into me. My hands gripped the sheets in front of me as he pounded into me. The pain was back, it wasn't as severe as last night but it still hurt like hell. I screamed as he picked up his pace. I could hear the wet sucking sounds of my pussy clenching around his cock as he pumped in and out. The sensations were overwhelming and soon I could feel my pussy walls growing taut. I tried to fight off the orgasm I knew was coming. I didn't want to let him win again. When I felt his hand flick my clit, I knew I had lost the battle. He pumped in and out of me fiercely and stoked my clit rapidly. My stomach muscles grew tight and I closed my eyes in defeat. A moment later I was thrown into a blinding orgasm. My hands gripped the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white. I writhed and bucked overwhelmed by the feelings traveling down between my open legs. My toes curled and I stiffened. A minute later he joined me in my orgasm. I felt him pour his seed into my pussy. After he was finished he collapsed on top of me. We both lay panting. His weight was heavy on top of me, I could feel his cock still lodged deep between my thighs and I burned with anger. I wanted to throw him off of me but I was too exhausted to gather the strength to struggle against him. Alex moved up to my ear and nibbled on it gently before murmuring in my ear. "Again, love. You haven't earned the right to rest just yet. We're doing this again." The very thought made me groan into the bed. Captured and Conquered Ch. 03 Alex laughed quietly, and threw me a triumphant glance. "You didn't think I forgot did you? How could I deny you what you asked for, Love?" I grit my teeth as I felt him begin to push inside my ass. My ass tightened and I whimpered, overcome with pain. It hurt so badly. Alex continued to inch his way in, making me scream and buck. It was excruciating. "Relax, Love. It will make this easier for you." I glared at him through teary eyes. "Easy for you to say, you heartless bastard." However I did take his advice and tried relax my ass. A moment or two later I could feel his balls against my ass and knew he was completely inside of me. Alex slowly slid his cock out of my ass and than back in again. I continued to writhe in pain. I couldn't get used to the feeling. I wanted him out of me. Again I felt him slide out of me. This time I didn't feel him right away, and sighed with relief. But suddenly I felt him ram his cock inside of me. This amplified the pain, ripping a scream from my throat. He continued to thrust brutally inside of me, eventually lacing the pain with a bit of pleasure. I sucked in air, attempting to get my mind off the horrible pain. I heard Alex groan, as he increased his pace. At this point I could feel my stomach muscles tighten. I recognized this sensation and knew an orgasm was stirring. My pussy walls began tightening and twitching. I tried to fight off the orgasm; I didn't want to enjoy what he was doing. Alex continued to increase his speed, breathing heavy. I knew he was close to coming, when my own orgasm hit me. I arched and strained against the bonds as tingling pleasure radiated through my body, making my clit twitch madly with pleasure. I moaned loudly and shuddered consumed with satisfaction. During my mind blowing orgasm, I vaguely heard Alex moan as he reached his peak. He thrust hard into me a couple more times before entering into his own orgasm. When I felt his last few thrusts and his seed pour into me I was plunged into another intense orgasm that was almost painful. When the pleasure stopped surging through my exhausted body I struggled to catch my breath. Alex pulled out of me and lay on top of me, nuzzling my neck. I arched away from him, but couldn't move very far due to the bondage I was in. Alex followed my limited movement and continued to nuzzle me. "You are so hot and tight, Love. It could drive a man crazy." I blushed more than I had already as I realized his threw my reluctant words back at me. He kissed my neck tenderly and rolled off of me. Putting his arm around my stomach and pulling me closer to him, his lips touched my ear. I struggled to get away from him, but his arm and the cloth around my wrists and ankles kept me in place. Alex reached to his side and pulled the covers of the bed over himself and me. "At least untie you unsympathetic freak!" I shrieked. I already felt miserable and used, but being forced to spend the entire night with him bound and at his mercy was far beyond my tolerance levels. "Good night, Love." Alex breathed into my ear. With one last kiss he lay his head down next to mine, content to leave me bound to the bed. I will never forgive him. Captured and Conquered Ch. 04 Alex looked down at Julia, and grinned. She was so beautiful when she slept. She was so exhausted from last night that when he untied her from her bonds, she didn't stir from her slumber. Not that he could blame her. Having your ass taken for the first time, forcibly at that, was a tiring experience. She had performed beautifully. He couldn't wait to have another go, but for now he would let her sleep. He nestled down beside her and gathered her in his arms. She snuggled closer to him, and he smirked. Even when she is asleep she can't resist me, he thought. ********** His arms felt good around me. They made me feel safe and warm. It was almost as if the experiences I had suffered through at the hands of Alex were being slowly erased away as he covered my shoulder in soft, light kisses. I sighed contently and turned to face him, the man I loved. When he dipped low and nibbled on my neck I cried out. "Oh Logan!" I heard a sharp intake of breath, and my eyes fluttered open. As they focused, I found myself staring up into the shocked brilliant green eyes of Alex. My eyes darted around the room trying to fight through the confusion I was feeling. A feeling of dread slowly seeped into my stomach as I realized that I had never left my prison, and the arms that held me were not those of my love, but those of my captor. It was only a dream. I was still at Alex's mercy. My eyes met his again, and I swallowed at his expression. Alex grabbed my face and jerked it close to his. I could almost feel his anger radiating off of him. Gritting his teeth he hissed, "What did you say, love?" I nervously licked my lips. Did hearing Logan's name really upset him that much? Or did I say something else? Oh god. I don't think I have been this scared of him since he first took me three days ago. I didn't know what to say, so I tried to jerk my face out of his hand. Alex snarled and tightened his grip. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes, as I struggled. "Stop, you're hurting me. Please. LET GO!" I shouted in his face, and I drew my knee up fast, slamming it into his gut. He sucked in air and rolled off of me. I quickly scrambled across the bed trying to put as much distance between us as I could. I felt his hand grasp my wrist tightly and he jerked me back on to the bed. He dragged me back to the middle, and settled on top of me. The look on his face was terrifying. His eyes darkened, and his hands balled into fists. There were no signs of his usual arrogant smirk, and the mischief that usually danced in his eyes was replaced with a blazing fury. It felt as though his whole body was shaking. I gulped. This wasn't good. I wished I could figure out why he was so angry. He sucked in some more air and spoke again. "I asked you a question love. What did you say?" I narrowed my eyes in response. My earlier fear was being replaced with anger. I was tired of being pushed around by this freak. I was tired of being used by him, I was sick of bending to his will. I stared defiantly up into his eyes, remaining silent. Alex then narrowed his eyes, and quick as lightening smacked me across the face. I cried out more in shock that he struck me, than from pain. Bringing his face down close to mine he whispered menacingly, "I will make you want me as you want him, love. I will eradicate any thoughts of him from your mind, and if I you refuse, perhaps I will just eradicate him from your life." With that he smashed his lips on to mine, and got up. Without turning he strode through the door and slammed it shut. ******** Alex strode down the hallway and into his private office. He didn't pause to switch on the lights, opting to settle into his desk chair engulfed in the darkness. He sucked in air and breathed out slowly. Perhaps he did over react. But when it came to Julia, he felt this overwhelming sense of possession and jealousy. Sometimes it was hard to swallow those feelings. He sighed. Switching on the small desk lamp near the edge of his mahogany desk he opened the secret compartment in the second drawer and pulled out his photos of Julia. He shuffled through them until he got to the one he was looking for. His eyes narrowed when he looked at the fair young man holding Julia's hand. So this is Logan, He thought. Alex could see why she was so infatuated with him; sure he was handsome and had kind eyes. But he could never give her what she really needed. Only he could do that, of this Alex was sure. Resisting the childish urge to cut Logan out of the picture he was holding, Alex put the pictures back into his compartment, and leaned back into his chair. Something needed to be done about Julia. It would appear he has been far too lenient with his lessons so far. She wasn't quite responding to his treatment of her as he had expected or hoped. Perhaps it was time to try a different approach. Once she started to show more respect towards him, then he could go back to just having fun with her. He tapped his fingers on his desk trying to figure out just how he was going to punish her this time. Perhaps it was time he introduced her to some of his favorite toys. ******** I sat in the middle of the bed with my knees drawn up to my chest. I was so sick of that bastard. He rapes me, figs me, and then forces me to beg him to take my ass. And he has the gall to get upset when I utter another man's name? How could he possibly think that I would like or even accept him? Tears started rolling down my cheeks, I didn't bother wiping them away. I was losing hope, and resolve. I started to think I would never get out of here. My thoughts turned to Alex. Earlier I caught myself thinking he was attractive. This made me angry. What the hell was I thinking? How could I find this rapist bastard cute, after all that he has done to me. I gingerly touched the cheek he had struck. It still throbbed a bit, but nothing compared to some of the other pain I had felt thus far. His action worried me though. It didn't quite "feel" like him. All the other things he had done with me...to me.. he had been smirking, almost playful. But this... this was cold. Angry. It added a whole other dimension to his twisted character. And I felt far more afraid of him than before. My stomach growled, and I found myself wishing that Alex had left me another bowl of fruit. If I was going to get out of this mess, I was going to have to keep up my strength and morale. Even though I was now more afraid, I would not submit to his will and I would not allow myself to get down. I sighed. Sure it was easy to say I wouldn't lose morale, but actually following through was a hell of a lot harder. I jumped at the sound of the door to my prison slamming. I watched Alex stalk in, and I could feel tendrils of dread coil in my stomach again. He still looked angry, and his usual arrogant swagger was replaced with something much more dangerous. I wasn't sure how to react, so I stayed where I was, watching him. This "new" Alex was harder to read. I'd have to be more careful. Alex locked eyes with me, and it sent shivers down my spine. He turned his attention to the small basket he was carrying. He placed it down next to the wall and turned back to me. He started to walk towards me. His expression lacking its usual dancing mischief. As he approached I started backing up. Fear was replacing the dread, and I wanted to put as much distance between us as I could. I felt myself almost missing the "old" Alex. Before I could react, Alex lunged forward, stopping my backwards movement with his weight. Settling on top of me, he narrowed his eyes. There were still no traces of his usual smirk. I gulped and tried not to look scared. Without saying a word he pulled out the silk cords he used many times before to tie me. I started to struggle again, and he stared down at me, eyes blazing with a cold fury. The look in his eyes made me stop my struggles. After studying my face for a moment he went back to tying me down, and I renewed my struggles. I did not want to be tied up when he was like this. I had quickly grown accustomed to his treatment when he was his "usual" self. I could be relatively certain that though he was rough, he wouldn't be cruel, and the pain eventually turned to pleasure -- even if I didn't want it to. Even though I hated it. But now I had no idea what to expect. Despite the fact that I was putting up a pretty good fight, Alex had little trouble tying my wrists together tightly. He flipped me on to my stomach his weight once again keeping me from escaping, though it was not for lack of trying. He secured my arms to the bedpost, and then went to work on my legs. I felt his hands on my ankles, attempting to pull my legs apart. I tried as hard as I could to keep them together but in the end Alex was able to spread my legs wide. Though I couldn't see what he was doing I knew that my legs had been secured to the other bedposts. The silk cords had more slack than usual, and I briefly wondered why. He usually pulled the cords tightly so I had little room to struggle. My question was answered when he jerked my knees in a kneeling position. With my knees bent, the cord was tight again. To avoid falling flat on my face I bent my elbows. I felt Alex secure something that felt like leather around both of my legs, near my bent knees. Right after this he secured something similar around my both of my arms slightly above my elbows. I started to feel him pull my elbows back towards my knees. When the silk cord securing my arms to one of the bedposts was taut, Alex stopping pulling my elbows back. I felt his presence move away; I shifted my weight, trying to understand what he did to me. I felt sick to my stomach when I realized I was stuck on my knees and elbows. My legs were spread painfully wide, and I wasn't able to straighten my legs to lessen the strain. He had attached leather straps connecting my knees to my elbows. I gulped. This was bad. For several moments I couldn't hear Alex, and was afraid of what was in store for me. Relief mixed with fear washed over me when I saw him move into my line of vision. Alex leaned forward and grabbed my chin jerking my face up to look him straight in the eye. "I fear I've been too easy on you, pet." As he spoke my mind raced. Uh-Oh. He always calls me love. What's up with the new nickname? I focused back on Alex. He still wore an expression of malice and anger, rather than his usual smug grin. "I've tried to play nice, but now playtime is over pet." I personally didn't think any of the things he did to me were particularly nice, but if that was his idea of nice I didn't want to know what he thought was harsh. I promised myself that I wouldn't act differently to this new treatment. I didn't want him to think that abusing me would get me to give him what he wanted. The only problem was I was in an extremely vulnerable position, and I hadn't had a hell of a lot of luck resisting him thus far. Alex seemed to understand that I wasn't completely focused on him, and tightened his grip on my chin. This snapped me out of my thoughts, and I tried hard not to yelp. A small whimper escaped my lips. A small cruel smile spread across his face. I decided right then and there that though his smug smirk was annoying as hell it was far better than the smile he wore now. I was starting to miss the "old" Alex. Alex continued, "You are now to address me as Master. You are no longer allowed to call me by name, Perhaps that will teach you respect." This was too much for me. I momentarily forgot my thoughts about being cautious, anger coursing through me. I narrowed my eyes. "Go to hell Alex, nobody is my master, much less an arrogant asshole like you." Immediately I wished I hadn't said anything. Alex dropped his grip on my chin and back-handed me. My cheek stung, and burned. Tears pooled in my eyes. This was the second time Alex had ever hit me. I quickly realized that when I had murmured Logan's name something in him snapped. Now I had to think, was there a way to get "old" Alex to return? As much as I hated him, this new change in personality was far more frightening, and unpredictable. Which meant it was probably going to be more painful for me. Alex gripped my chin again and yanked it towards his face. He smiled that cruel smile again. "I was hoping you wouldn't give in easily, pet. This means I am going to have more fun breaking you." He released my chin and walked out of my vision line. I dropped my head, my neck was sore from being held at an odd angle for so long. I didn't like the thought of "breaking me". This made me hold on to my decision not to alter my behavior more tightly. I was not a wild horse. I could not be broken. I heard Alex shuffle through something. Probably that damn basket he brought in with him. I heard me walk towards the back of me. I began to get nervous. My ass was high on the air, and still sore from what he had done to me yesterday. I felt his hands on my ass, massaging it. I grit my teeth. He spoke again. "What must you address me as pet?" I remained silent. His hand left me, and I heard a slight whoosh in the air before I felt a sharp pain across my ass. Before I could stop myself I let out a shriek. Alex chuckled darkly. "This is one of my favorite tools pet. I'm sure you'll agree that I am good with my hands, but sometimes I enjoy the sensation of holding a riding crop while I deliver punishment." I swallowed hard. This was going to hurt. A lot. I heard another whoosh, and he struck me again. I tried to keep myself from vocalizing the pain, but the fact that I couldn't see when he was going to hit me kept me from being able to brace myself. Alex brought the crop down on my ass several more times, each time increasing the force used. I was gritting my teeth trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out but every time he connected with my flesh a low wail escaped my lips. For a few moments Alex stopped and I had relief. I tensed when I felt Alex lay the crop on my lower back. He saw my reaction and sighed from pleasure. I felt sick. "I love how your ass looks when it is striped with red, pet. Very arousing" He sneered as he rubbed my ass, "Here is how this game is going to go. We can stop anytime; all you have to do is call me master." His hand started traveling between my legs, seeking my outer lips. "Until you give me what I want, I am going to make you scream." He started stroking my pussy slowly. "You are going to beg, you are going to cry, and you are going to ache." He stopped stroking me and sharply pinched my clit for emphasis. I yelped in surprise. Alex gave a short bark of cruel laughter and continued, "How long you suffer will be up to you. We can even stop right now, but that all depends on you. You know what I want to hear, pet. Now tell me, what are you to call me?" My mind raced. I didn't want to be hurt anymore, but I certainly didn't want to give Alex any sort of satisfaction either. What was I more afraid of? The physical pain? Or the chance of losing my sense of self? Apparently I took too long to answer because Alex withdrew his hand from between my legs and picked up the crop again. "WAIT! PLEASE STOP" I yelled. I didn't want to give in to him, but I was done with being beaten. I was hoping for more time to figure out what to do. "Not what I wanted to hear, pet." Alex sighed and once again brought the crop down hard on my tender ass. A scream was torn from my lips. I thought that I might be less sensitive after surviving the first round of blows, but his lashes only seemed to be hurting me more. SMACK SMACK SMACK I continued to cry out, fighting with myself not to beg, not to submit. Alex brought the crop down hard three more times before placing it on my lower back again. Pain blossomed across my ass. I was shaking, my vision was blurred by tears. I tried to keep my sobs in but every so often one would escape. I felt Alex's hands on my ass again massaging my beaten cheeks. "You are so very stubborn, pet. I believe it is one of my favorite characteristics of yours. Now will you submit? Or are do we have to begin the game again?" Alex's finger traveled in between my cheeks towards my hole, tapping the outside of it. As much as I didn't want to play this "game" anymore, I couldn't bring myself to call him master. "Please stop Alex. God it hurts so much. Please don't hurt me anymore." I begged, dropping my head in shame. Alex stopped tapping my asshole, and his hands left me once again. I felt him remove the crop and seconds later I felt him slide the crop against my pussy. My eyes grew wide. "Let's give that poor ass a rest pet." "Oh god no. Please Alex, don't. STOP PLEASE STOP" I screamed just as he smashed the crop against my pussy. Pain burst through my body. "NOT. GOOD. ENOUGH. PET." Alex bellowed as he brought the crop up against my pussy with each word. Each blow brought new waves of excruciating pain to my pussy. I pleaded and begged Alex to stop, but my words fell on deaf ears. He continued to bring the crop up between my legs, striking my pussy. Slowly he moved his blows to my clit. SMACK SMACK SMACK. I arched my back, and howled from this new sensation. My pleading almost indistinguishable through my sobs. I knew there was only one thing that would make him stop, but there was no way in hell I would ever call Alex master. Finally Alex stopped his assault on my pussy. I couldn't stop my sobs. My head hung, I was near defeat. Again. I heard Alex sigh, and I gulped. I heard him move away from me and rustle through the basket. Through the pain I also felt my fear return. What more could he possibly do to me? Alex walked into my vision line holding something I couldn't quite make out. I could, however, see his dark smile. His expression scared me, and again some small part of me was beginning to miss Alex's old mischievous grin. Immediately after that I felt fury whip through me for being weak enough to long for that. I didn't have long to dwell on my weakness because Alex gripped my chin and wrenched my face close to his. "You're pretty tough, pet. We're going to take this game to the next level. Let's see how long you last." With those words He smashed his lips against mine. Without thinking I bit him. He jerked back and I could see that I had drawn blood. Immediately I wished I hadn't antagonized him. I saw Alex's expression darken further and he snarled. "Bad move pet. I'm going to make sure you regret that." Alex stepped out of my vision and I felt his hands on my abused ass. Roughly he shoved a finger into my ass. I yelped and clenched down trying to deny him passage. Alex laughed cold and harsh, and continued to roughly open my ass. He succeeded in getting two fingers in and quickly pumped them in and out. I pleaded with him to stop, but his only response was to pump faster. To my relief he soon removed them, though my relief was short lived when I felt Alex squirt cool lube on my ass. He quickly spread it deep into my hole, and I felt him press a plug against my entrance. I gasped and tried to prevent him from inserting the plug into my ass. Alex didn't seem to notice as he forced it in. My ass burned and stretched causing me to cry out, and new tears pool in the corners of my eyes. Finally it popped in, and my abused ass felt full. Suddenly I felt a tingle. The tingle began to burn. I gasped and groaned at the sensation. I remembered the ginger he had used on me, and paled. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" Alex chuckled nastily, "I used a special lube, pet. The more you clench the more it will burn. But don't worry, it's not as intense as the ginger. Though it does last longer. You ready to submit?" Ignoring him, I tried to relax my ass, but it was too full. The burning continued to increase and I started to wail. I felt Alex grab my ass, and squeeze, forcing me to clench around the plug. I cried out louder, and begged him to stop. He said nothing, and continued. Captured and Conquered Ch. 04 A short while later, Alex seemed to grow bored with this new torment. I felt his hands leave me once more. I went back to trying to relax my ass enough to relieve some of the burning. I jumped as I felt his hands on me once more. The plug juggled, and I felt him attach something to the end of it. It began to get heavy. The plug started to slide out of my ass but Alex shoved it back in place and held it in. "I've attached a weight to the plug pet. Every time you fail to call me master, I will attach another weight to the plug. If you allow it fall out, I will replace the plug with my cock." Alex let go of the plug, and it began to slide. I clenched down to keep it inside of me, and the burning increased. I screamed at the sensation. I tried to concentrate on something, anything else, but the burning consumed my thoughts. My resolve was breaking. I couldn't handle much more. I felt despair wash over me as I begun to realize that I was going to lose. Alex brought his hand down on my ass a few times and the renewed pain jerked me out of my thoughts. I grunted, and concentrated on not letting the plug fall out of my ass. "Well pet?" He placed his finger on my clit. I gasped. Alex chuckled, and slowly circled my clit. Slight pleasure pushed through my pain, but not nearly enough to allow me to forget about the burning. " Please, please stop. Alex, please stop this. Take it out, oh god, please take it out." I begged. Alex sighed dramatically and shook his head. He removed his finger from my clit. I tried to convince myself that the disappointment I felt was because I no longer had a distraction. Not because I actually wanted him to make me come. I could feel him place another weight on the plug. The plug began to slide out of my ass once more, and I clenched harder to make sure it wouldn't fall. The burning turned into an inferno and my groans and whimpers renewed. I struggled to remain silent but the pain consumed my entire being. I felt Alex's lips on my ear as he whispered, "You've been very naughty pet. But one word can make the pain go away. One little word." He paused and nipped my ear. "Unless, you want me to hurt you. Is that it pet? Do you want me to hurt you? Do you like it when I make you scream?" His words made me feel ill and I jerked my face away from his. Alex stood and chuckled darkly. He moved behind me again, and placed another weight on the plug. I felt the plug slide again, and I struggled to keep it inside of me. The burning increased and I couldn't hold on anymore. The plug suddenly slipped from my ass, and I dropped my head in defeat. I knew what was coming next. "Uh-oh pet. Looks like you've dropped something." Alex laughed coldly. He patted my ass, and then spread my cheeks. I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance. I tried to brace myself, but I was too tired. "Are you ready pet?" Alex asked. He pushed he cock against my ass and just the head popped in. I yelped and grit my teeth. Alex snickered, and rammed the rest of his length into me. I screamed loud and long as he began furiously pumping in and out. My entire body shook as he roughly invaded my ass. Occasionally Alex would slap my ass as he pushed in and out, causing me to wail. I begged and pleaded with him once again, but my cries fell on deaf ears. There was only one way to make Alex stop. Suddenly Alex increased his momentum, and I broke. I couldn't take the pain any longer. Through my cries I found the strength to yell, "NO MORE MASTER! PLEASE STOP, MASTER. I'M BEGGING YOU!" Alex roared in triumph. "TELL ME WHO YOUR MASTER IS PET!" I shuddered and sobbed, my voice hoarse from screaming. "You are, master. You are my master." Alex shoved his length into me, continuing his thrusts but with a different rhythm. I moaned, afraid this was going to continue hurt like before and it did to some extent, but then it started to feel different. I started to feel my pussy tighten. Oh god, he was going to make me come. I panicked I didn't want him to make me come like this.... right? It was hard to tell now. The sensations were too much. My breath came in gasps now, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning. With all the pain I had gone through, the pleasure came as a relief. At least physically speaking. My mind was still screaming at me not to allow myself to come at the hands of his man. Again. Without warning I felt Alex pinch my clit sharply. I cried out, and tried to buck his hand away. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "You pleasure belongs to your master pet. Only I can decide when you come, and you've been very bad. I'm denying you this orgasm." With those words, he thrust deeply into me, and I felt him spill his seed in my ass. Alex leaned against me, breathing heavy. I was sobbing silently, feeling anger, despair, and woefully unfulfilled. Slowly Alex pulled out and I groaned softly. I could feel Alex undoing my bindings one by one. When he freed my legs I collapsed on to my stomach, too tired to support my weight. Alex moved around the bed to where my hands were tied. He carefully undid the cords binding me to the headboard. When I was free I curled into a fetal position hoping he would leave me alone. I was still shaking slightly from the whole ordeal. I felt the bed dip to one side as Alex crawled to me. He spoke to me, but I didn't acknowledge him, my spirit too broken. I felt his hand on my chin, and slowly he tilted my chin to face him. I blinked the tears from my eyes and looked up at him. I could see the anger and danger start to disappear from his face. Something more like concern seemed to replace them. "Pet? Are you alright? Love?" Alex let go of my face and I buried it into the side of my arm. I couldn't stand to look at that monster. I felt his arms around me as he lifted me. Alex carried me into the bathroom and placed me gently in the tub. He ran warm water, and added bath salts. Slowly Alex washed me from head to toe. I was far too tired to protest even when he thoroughly washed me between my legs. When he deemed I was clean enough he picked me up from the tub and almost tenderly dried me. His sudden change in demeanor confused me. What is going on? How can this possibly be the same bastard that moments ago beat me, forcibly took my ass, and forced me to call him master? Alex carried me back to my bed and laid me on it. He started to stroke my cheek but I jerked away from him. I couldn't handle his touch. I heard him move away and I looked up at him. Before he turned to leave I saw a single tear roll down his cheek. Shortly after he left I fell into a deep sleep. ******** When I woke up I was still alone. I noticed there was a tray near me on the bed with a bowl of fruit, cheeses, bread and a container of juice. Next to the bowl of fruit was a note. Dearest Love, Forgive me. Captured and Conquered Ch. 05 Alex sat at his mahogany desk, feet propped up on one of the corners, one leg crossed of the other. He was reclined in his chair, arms folded across his chest. To anyone passing by his door, he would have looked relaxed, calm. He was anything but. He felt tense, restless. This was new state of being for him. Normally he wasn't prone to getting wound up over anything, but this girl.... Julia had him in a panic. He knew he crossed a line when he punished her. He got carried away in the role he was playing. It felt so good to hold nothing back. It felt so good to get what he wanted. But now that that initial pleasure had melted away, he felt.... Guilty. He swallowed hard at the thought. He never felt guilty. He didn't "do" guilty. But something about the way Julia cowered away from him made him feel... bad. Alex shook his head, and reclined deeper into his chair. His mind wandered over what he should do. It had been about 3 days since he had any significant contact with Julia. He visited the room he kept her locked in to bring her food. At first he was too ashamed to engage her. He tried to go when he thought she would be sleeping. The last day he forced himself to interact with her, but she shied away from him, avoiding eye contact. He touched her arm, and was pained when she flinched. Again he retreated. This was not what was supposed to happen. Alex groaned. He was feeling so much frustration, a majority of which was sexual. He wanted to delight in Julia's flesh again. He wanted to run his hands over her body, making her moan. Most of all he wanted to bury his cock into her tight, little pussy. That desire was what started this whole thing. His desire, no, need -- to conquer this girl. Reclining further, Alex let his mind wander over the first time he saw Julia. The time he decided he would make this girl his. ********************* Music was blasting, colored lights flashed, bass pulsing. This wasn't his normal scene. Alex was leaning against a wall towards the back of the club, drink in hand, taking in the view. The air was thick, almost stuffy in this club, no doubt because of the impossible amount of people pushed together in the center of the club, bumping and gyrating against each other. He wondered how many hook-ups would happen here tonight. Taking a sip from his drink he continued to survey the club. The music was good, the drink selection impeccable, but still he didn't make a habit of being here often. But every now and then, a mood would strike him, and he would decide to take a trip down to the underground club and do a little people watching. Sometimes he found a girl he liked, and wanted to take home. Sometimes he remained content watching others do the hooking up. Idly he wondered what kind of night he would choose to have this time, eyes roaming the crowd. Suddenly they settled on a girl making her way into the club. He stood up straight and stared. This girl was... different. There was something about her that immediately intrigued him. This girl looked mildly uncomfortable, fingers constantly running through her honey colored hair, almost as if she was trying to calm her nerves. Alex grinned. This could get interesting. He continued to stared at her, watching her every move. The girl walked towards the bar, glancing this way and that, almost as if she was unsure of what to do. Once she reached the bar, she was approached by another girl, taller with short bluntly cut black hair. They embraced, and immediately the honey haired girl looked relieved. Alex watched, intrigued, as the girls purchased shots. The black haired girl looked far more comfortable in this environment, leaning far over the bar counter flirting with the bartender. The honey colored hair one hung back, shy. Once they had finished their shots, the black haired girl grabbed the other's hand and led her through the crowd to the dance floor. Once again the black hair girl seemed to have more confidence, quickly gyrating in rhythm to the music with the rest of the crowd. She grabbed the hands of her friend pulling her close. Her friend grinned self consciously and let herself be led into the rhythm of the dance. Soon she didn't seem so self conscious, twirling, and laughing. She was exquisite. Alex stood staring at the girl as she danced and spun to the songs, rhythm changing to match the beat of whatever song was playing at the time. He grew restless, hands clenching, and unclenching subconsciously. He needed to touch her. It was time for Alex to make a move. Alex slid easily through the gyrating crowd, eyes never leaving the pair. As he approached his heart beat wildly, mind racing with the delicious things he was going to do with...no..to this girl. When he reached them, the honey colored girl's back was to him. Just perfect he thought. Confidently he placed his hands on her hips, and started to grind with her in time to the music. The girl, stiffened, and glanced back at him. In the dark of the club, it was hard to make out her features, but he could tell she had beautiful brown eyes. She moved her hands over his. Soft, oh god they were so soft, and slowly slid them off her hips. Turning to face him, she tried to say something, but her words were drowned out over the music. Alex gestured to his ear, letting her know that he couldn't hear her. Understanding, she placed both hands on his chest, and leaned up on her tip toes, straining to get closer to his ear. With their height difference, it wasn't easy. To help her, he dipped down, putting his face near her neck. Inhaling her scent, he almost forgot he was supposed to be listening to her. He tuned in just to hear the end of whatever she was saying. "... so I'm sorry, not tonight okay?" Alex was enamored with her voice. It was high, musical. It felt like silk, intimate, and sexy. Alex took advantage of the position of they were in, and kissed her neck. Hoping to change her mind. The girl moved back from him, and he winked at her, grinning mischievously. She shook her head and looked at him half bemused, rubbing her neck where he had kissed her. She turned back to her friend. The disappoint flooded through him, his heart still racing. He felt like he was on fire with need for this girl. What was she doing to him? Contemplating what his next action should be, the girl's black haired friend took charge of the situation. She maneuvered her way in between the two, and started to grind against Alex. Alex smiled to himself. This was a girl who clearly knew what she wanted, and didn't hesitate to take it. He appreciated her boldness. He moved against her, placing his hands on her hips, while watching the other girl over the shoulder of her friend. The black haired girl arched into him, pushing her ass against his groin. He groaned, relishing the friction. The honey colored girl came close to her friend, and spoke into her ear. They had a short conversation Alex couldn't make out over the music. When they were done talking, the honey colored girl hugged her friend, and stepped back. Giving a little finger wave, she turned around and started to make her way to the exit of the club. Alex watched her intently as she left, memorizing her curves. Something he was sure to be fantasizing about later. He felt a hand on his face, and he looked down. The black haired girl clearly was not one to share attention. She leaned up to his ear, tall enough to make it without Alex having to bend over. Feeling her warm breath on her ear, she said, "looks like it's just the two of us now stud. My name's Lydia. Impress me." She nipped his ear, and continued to grind against him. Alex smirked. She certainly knew what she was doing he thought. With her words ringing in his ear, he took charge. Gripping her hips tight, he took control of their rhythm. Twirling Lydia around, his hands moved up and down, exploring her body. Lydia squealed in delight, and placed her hands over his, but unlike her friend, she encouraged him to continue. Alex dipped down and nipped at her neck, kissing and sucking, trying to judge how far this girl was going to go. Lydia matched his actions. Anytime he nipped at her, she moaned into his neck, sliding her body against his. She kissed his neck, eyes wide with passion. Though Alex was enjoying the attention, and certainly though Lydia was attractive, he couldn't get his mind off of Lydia's friend. He wished it was her body he was so playfully fondling in the dark of the club. Alex shook off those thoughts, and focused completely on charming this girl enough to get her to come home with him. The honey colored girl left him in a state, and he needed someone to release some tension with. Lydia would do nicely. They continued to dance through a few more songs, groping each other, grinding against each other almost forgetting about the crowd around them. Soon Alex couldn't wait any longer. He wanted more. Leaning down to Lydia's ear he murmured, "Come home with me, lover". Lydia licked her lips in anticipation, "Absolutely." With that, Alex grabbed her hand, and practically dragged her from the dance floor. He needed it bad. Lydia followed enthusiastically, clearly needing it as bad as he did. Once they exited the club, Alex steered Lydia quickly to his car. The drive back to his place was a blur, filled with heavy flirting, and scandalous touches. Lydia and Alex stumbled up his porch steps, and through his front door, unable to keep their hands off of each other. Once through the door, and Alex pushed it shut with his foot, and thrust Lydia against the wall. Pressing his body against hers, he roughly claimed her lips again and again forcing them open to receive his tongue. Lydia moaned into his mouth, egging him on. Alex grinned internally. How far was this girl willing to let him go, he wondered. Lydia moved her hand over his shoulders and down to his belt, fumbling with the clasp. Pressing her hand into his erection, she pulled her lips away from his long enough to gasp out, "I want this, give it to me hard stud." Alex licked his lips, not believing his luck. With a cool look in his eyes, he grabbed her hands, and thrust them back onto the wall over her head, slowly grinding his groin into hers. "You want it hard lover? You think you can handle it?" Alex smirked at her. Lydia was not about to be out done. She leaned forward, and bit Alex's lip. Hard enough to make a point, but not enough to draw blood, "You think you're man enough to tame me?" She said coquettishly, running her tongue over her top lip. Alex grinned wolfishly. The girl wanted it rough, who was he to deny her? Quick as lightening Alex tore Lydia from the wall, and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed and squirmed in his grip. Alex tightened his hold on her, moving up his staircase to his bedroom. "The more you struggle Lover, the tighter I'm going to tie you to my headboard." Lydia groaned at the imagery, taking it as an invitation to struggle harder. Alex moved swiftly down the hallway to his bedroom, once through the door he kicked it shut and strode to his bed, dropping Lydia unceremoniously in the middle. Alex drank in the sight of her, her black hair wild and tangled, her legs splayed apart, her skirt riding dangerous far up, her eyes wide staring at him, sparkling in excitement. As much as Alex wanted to watch her, the game needed to continue. He suddenly came down on top of her, grabbing her wrists, and placing them none to gently in one of his hands as he groped at his bed side table fumbling for the silk tie he keep there for such occasions. Quickly he lopped the tie around her wrist firmly, wrenched her arms above her head and attached to tightly to his headboard. He didn't allow for any wiggle room. Lydia pulled at her bonds, and looked up at him, "This all you got stud?" Alex smirked, and slowly ground his hips into hers, enjoying the sensation of being between her widely parted legs, "Careful of how much you push me, lover. I'm not known for backing down." Lydia grinned, and tilted her head. "Prove it." With that, Alex slipped off the bed, and walked to the closet in his room. He shuffled around until he found what he was looking for. Turning around, he showed Lydia the ropes, and cuffs he was looking for. He strode back to the bed with purpose, and grabbed one of Lydia's ankles, wrenching it to the side of the bed, and within a matter of seconds, he had it tautly attached to a ring in the ceiling above his bed. Turning to her other leg, he did the same. Stepping back, he admired his handy work. Lydia's hands were pulled tight above her head, and her legs were now spread wide, pulled up into the air. She twisted in the bed, again testing her bonds. She couldn't move very much. She looked at him, "I'm impressed." Alex chuckled darkly, "Oh it's only just begun lover". Alex knelt in between her legs, and dragged the long zipper of her mini skirt down until the skirt fell open. He ripped the fabric from underneath her and tossed it to the floor. Turning to her shirt, he ran his fingers across the few buttons holding it closed before tearing it open and throwing it on the floor next to her skirt, leaving Lydia in her black lace panties. Alex ran his hands over her pert breasts. "No bra, lover? What a delicious surprise." Running his hands down her tight stomach he placed one hand on top of her panties, and curled his fingers under the band. Lydia looked down, her breath catching at the sight of him, crouched between her thighs. His gaze, intense, almost predatory. His mischievous green eyes met hers, and he grinned wolfishly before tearing her panties from her. Lydia arched her back, her pussy walls spasming from this show of dominance. Alex leaned down and licked a long line up Lydia's now exposed pussy. He found her clit, and sucked on it. Hard. Lydia groaned, writhing in her bondage. Alex nipped at her clit, sucking and biting driving Lydia wild. She gasped, and groaned begging him to finish her off. Alex smirked, and continued to tease her, constantly changing his rhythm so she couldn't get over the edge. Alex kept this up, amused by her growing desperation. Suddenly he pulled away from her, and stood up. Lydia was panting. And looked at him desperately. "Don't stop, God don't stop now." Alex shook his head, "Surely you didn't expect to come so soon, lover. You've been pushing my buttons all night. Time to pay the price." Alex moved his hands to his belt, and slowly removed it, all while keeping his eyes on hers. Lydia's eyes widen. He won't use that on her? Would he? Alex noticed the comprehension in her eyes, and chuckled deep and menacingly. "10 strokes, lover. Is that enough to tame you? Or do I need to be firmer?" Lydia swallowed nervously. Being tied down was hot, but she wasn't sure she was up to be being whipped. Granted, she was too stubborn to actually admit she might be in over her head. Lydia rolled her eyes to mask how tense she was. "Please, I'm surprised you think you can manage 10 strokes". She was impressed that her voice didn't quiver... much. Alex grinned, oh she was going to be so much fun. He brought the belt down across her ass firmly. Lydia yelped, and grit her teeth. Alex brought the belt down again, hitting her twice in the same place. This time Lydia couldn't hold back her scream. "Do try to be quieter lover. Wouldn't want to bother the neighbors." Alex chided, raising his arm again. He snapped the belt against her thighs and again Lydia screamed. Alex sighed, and moved back to his closet. Returning to the bed and moving over Lydia he produced a ball gag. "Here lover, this should help you keep quiet." With that, he wrenched open Lydia's mouth, and popped the gag in, fastening it tightly around her head. "Now where were we?" Alex moved back to the foot of the bed, and struck her ass once more. Lydia's screams and moans were now muffled nicely by the gag. He looked down at her, "Yes it hurts, doesn't it lover?" Alex continued to bring the belt down, moving from the top of her ass, to the tops of her thighs. Lydia squirmed, and tried to pull away from the belt, but never quite able to escape its wicked blows. As much as this hurt, she was surprised to feel how turned on she was. She could feel her pussy clenching, wishing it was stuffed full of his cock. She suspected he wasn't hitting him as hard as he could be, just hard enough to make his point. She was grateful for his restraint, but wished he would use his hands on her. Once Alex reached ten, he noted Lydia's relieved sigh behind the gag. This was going to make the next part even more fun. He moved closer to her, and placed the belt across Lydia's pussy. "If I remember correctly lover, you said you were surprised I thought I could managed 10 strokes. Shall I show you how many I can manage?" Alex grinned wickedly. Lydia's eyes widened, and she shook her head wildly, pleading with him through the gag not to whip her pussy. The look in her eyes, suddenly reminded him of her honey colored hair friend, and he was overwhelmed with the burning desire to be doing this to her. Alex closed his eyes and imaged her Lydia's friend tied up on his bed, ass striped red, begging not to have her pussy whipped with his belt. He decided right there. He had to make it happen. Opening his eyes, he brought his attention back to the girl thrashing beneath him. Raising his arm up, he brought the belt down directly on Lydia's exposed pussy. She threw her head back and howled. Alex groaned in delight and continued to strike her pussy, her screams driving him wild. His cock was so hard it almost hurt. He was going to have to take her soon. Three more times he brought the belt down on her pussy, and then tossed it aside. Lydia blinked tears out of her eyes, and breathed heavily. Her breasts raising and falling rapidly. Alex gripped her striped ass, and kneaded it. He was delighted to feel how hot the flesh was beneath his fingers. "Good girl, you took your punishment well lover." Lydia made a noise in the back of her throat, and rolled her eyes again. Alex smirked, and moved one of his hands to her pussy. "It's almost as if you didn't enjoy that lover. Maybe I should check for myself. Are you wet?" Lydia groaned as Alex slowly separated her pussy lips. He pushed one of his fingers into her. It slid it with ease. He pulled it out and it glistened with her juices. Keeping his eyes on her, he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it. "Delicious." Lydia almost exploded at the action, she needed him inside her now. She began to move her hips, trying to get his other hand on to her clit. Alex withdrew his hand, making Lydia thrust her head back in frustration. Alex quickly focused on taking off his pants. He couldn't wait any longer. Kneeling once more between Lydia's thighs, he took her chin in his hand, and tilted her head down so he could meet her eyes. "I'm going to push inside of you so hard and deep, all your smart mouth will be capable of doing is screaming my name, lover. If you're lucky enough I'll even remove the gag to make it easier." Lydia moaned at his words, and started moving her hips again. Alex placed both of his hands on her hips, and forced her to stop her movements. "Be still lover. I'm in control here, you take what I give you." With that he thrust into her in one hard stroke. Lydia's back arched, and she screamed behind her gag, begging him to continue pounding into her. Alex liked to take his time when playing these sorts of games, but he couldn't stop visualizing Lydia's honey colored haired friend. In his mind, that's who he was fucking and the thought of being between her creamy thighs drove him wild. He pounded into Lydia roughly, grunting with each thrust. Lydia groaned behind the gag, fingers clenched around his headboard. She could feel her pussy walls spasming, she was so close to release. Alex decided he wanted to hear Lydia scream out when she came, so he reached up and quickly unlatched the gag, never stopping his frenzied movement inside of her. Captured and Conquered Ch. 05 Lydia gasped louder, arching her back once more. "Please more Alex, god harder. I'm so close. Please please make me come." Alex smirked at her plea. Begging always made him hot. He dipped down and ravished her lips, increasing the speed of his motion. Suddenly Lydia's mouth gapped open, and her whole body went rigid. Lydia cried out, and Alex could felt her pussy spasm in orgasm around his cock. With a few quick thrusts, he forced himself as far as he could go and found release with her. Groaning in satisfaction and felt down on top of her, his hips lodged between her tied legs. Catching his breath he leaned up and looked into her eyes. Brushing her hair out of her face, he imagined running his fingers through the honey hair of Lydia's friend. He needed to find out more information. Lydia kissed his finger tips as they brushed past her mouth. "That was amazing, you really are a stud." Alex grinned, and moved to untie her. Lydia's legs flopped down on to the bed once they were no longer tied to the ceiling. She left them wide open, too tired to waste effort to close them. Alex slid into bed next to her, nuzzling her neck. Thinking about how to bring up best bring up Lydia's friend. Growing impatient with thinking Alex sighed, and took the plunge, "who was that girl with you?" Lydia's brow wrinkled, "Oh Julia? You wouldn't like her. Too vanilla for your tastes" "I dunno, lover. I bet I could get her to...loosen up a bit" Lydia clucked her tongue against her teeth, "naughty, naughty. But good luck honey, not even your silver tongue could charm her panties off." Lydia rolled on to her side, and pouted at Alex. "Besides, what do you need her for? You've got me. And I for one haven't had my fill of your... dominance. Unless you're not up for it." Lydia giggled, and bit her lip in a manner meant to be seductive, but Alex wasn't paying attention. He couldn't get that girl... Julia... out of his mind. After a moment he recovered, and grinned back at Lydia deciding to take advantage of the opportunity laying naked, and clearly daring him to, in his bed. "Is that a another challenge, lover? Unwise." Alex smirked, moving over Lydia's body. "I'm going to make you regret those words". With that Alex shoved his hardened cock back into Lydia's stretched pussy. She screamed out, clutching at his arms. "Oh god, yes. Give it to me hard" Lydia screeched, spreading her legs wider. Alex complied, all while visualizing it was Julia he was fucking. As he pushed into Lydia he began thinking how he could get Julia into his bed. It was going to take time, he decided. And from what little information he gleaned from Lydia, Julia wasn't going to be an easy, or necessarily willing, lay. It didn't matter though, Alex thought as he shoved himself into Lydia. He had to have her. And he had the means to get her. Perhaps she would be a fitting slave for him. It had been awhile since he had a sex slave. With his mind made up, he focused back on Lydia, thrusting in and out. He reached out and grabbed her wrists and wrenched them above her head. Lydia hissed and moved up to kiss him. He devoured her mouth, forcing her lips open and plunging his tongue into her. This time he didn't bother tying Lydia down. This was going to be a quick, rough fuck. Lydia started to moan into his mouth, Alex grinned and picked up his pace. Moving his hands down her body, he gripped her thighs, and pushed them even wider apart. "Keep those legs spread wide, lover. Don't make me tie you down again." Lydia moaned and fought to keep her legs open as wide as they could go. Satisfied, Alex moved his hands to her breasts pinching and twisting her nipples. "Yes, god yes. Harder, HARDER" Lydia yelled, clutching at the headboard. Alex shifted his position slightly, roughly thrusting further into her pussy. He could feel her muscles clenching, getting ready for release. Alex smirked, "You are going to come for me already, Lover?" Lydia moaned loud and long, mouth open, gasping, "YES, YES, MAKE YOUR SLUT COME". Alex dipped down and claimed her lips a second time, rewarding her dirty talk, "is this what you need, lover? Do you need me to hold you down and fuck you until you come?" Lydia frantically nodded her head, words escaping her. Alex smirked, "Beg." Alex stilled, positioning his cock just outside of her entrance. Lydia groaned in frustration, fingers clutching at the headboard. "Please, please. Give it to me. I need it, god I need it. PLEASE." Lydia's eyes widened, and looked up at Alex imploringly. Small whimpers escaped her mouth, her chest heaving. Alex leaned down, and nibbled on Lydia's ear, "You're going to scream for me, lover. You know that? Don't worry, I'll fuck you as hard as you need." With those words, Alex slammed back into Lydia as deep as he could go, roughly thrusting in and out in a frenzy. Lydia gripped the headboard and screamed with satisfaction. Alex reached down, and started rubbing her clit. Suddenly it was all too much. The sensations drove Lydia over the edge, and she screamed Alex's name as she crashed into orgasm. Her mouth gapped open, and her back arched. Alex smirked, and plunged himself as deep as he could go into Lydia's slick pussy, tumbling over into his own orgasm. Alex collapsed on top of Lydia, breathing heavy. Slowly he pulled his softening cock out, and rolled over to the side. Wrapping his arm around Lydia's stomach, he pulled her close. Lydia sighed, and nestled into him. Idly running his fingers up and down her arm, Alex continued to think about Julia. He had to have her. He could feel the obsession gripping at him, his thoughts consumed with the idea of taking her over and over again. Just as Lydia was beginning to drift off to sleep, she felt Alex lean towards her ear. "Which university did you say you and your friend attended again, lover?" Lydia yawned, and before drifting off murmured, "Brightbury. Why?" Alex, continued stroking her arm, "Oh no reason, lover. Just interested." As Lydia slept, Alex laid there thinking. Plotting. Once he learned Julia's schedule, it would be easy. It wouldn't take long, he thought. Soon. Soon he would have Julia all to himself, and nothing could keep him from taking her over, and over. Alex settled into his pillow, and fell asleep with a wicked grin on his face. ********************* Thinking of how he first learned about Julia made Alex ache to see her. Resolutely he stop up from his desk, determined to interact with her, even just for a moment. He strode down the hall to the room where Julia was held captive and paused outside the door. Gathering all his wits, he opened the door and looked in on her. Julia was curled on her side, facing the wall. He couldn't tell if she was asleep. He moved closer in the room, watching her. ******************** Julia heard the door creak open, and held her breath. She didn't want to interact with Alex. Being forced to call him master had initially broken something inside of her. But as the days went on, she noticed he was acting different. He didn't just come to fuck her anymore. Mostly he watched her, and in the beginning when he tried to touch she would flinch. That's when she noticed he backed off, and left her. She started forming a plan, and used this reaction to her advantage. Every time since, Julia kept her talking to a minimum. She occasionally let out a whimper, and tried to cower when Alex approached. After a few times of this, Julia noticed that Alex sometimes left the door open when he came to see her, probably to expedite his retreat when she rejected him. This time, Julia wanted to test something. She heard Alex softly say her name. She slowly rolled over, and looked at him with deadened eyes. He looked downcast. And had once more left the door open. He came close to her. Julia sat up and drew her knees to her chest, whimpering softly. Alex came closer to the bed, "Are you hungry?" Julia didn't look up at him, "Would you me like to be master?" Alex shook his head, and came to the edge of the bed, "Don't call me master, love. It's not necessary anymore." Julia shrank away from him. And inched closer to the other side of the bed. Getting up she looked at him. "I just want to please my master." Alex sat on the corner of the bed, and reached towards her. Julia took a step back. Alex looked pained. "Please love, I won't hurt you like that again. I promise. Don't be frightened." Julia took another step back. Mock fear widened her eyes. She continued to take steps backwards, past the open door towards her bathroom. Julia noted that Alex didn't seem to notice how close she was to the door leading out of her bedroom. Once at her bathroom, she looked down at her feet. "If it's okay with you master, I'd like to take a bath." Alex nodded, and stood up. Walking towards her, he brushed her hair out of her face. She purposely flinched at his touch, wanting to see his reaction. Alex looked hurt, and quickly dropped his hand. Julia backed into the bathroom, not turning around from him until the back of her legs hit the tub in the room. Slowly she turned and started to fiddle with the knobs of the tub. She heard Alex sigh. "I'll come back later love, maybe we can talk then. Try to get back a little bit of that fire you once had" Julia didn't answer. Soon she heard the door click closed. A grin spread across her face. He didn't close the door! He didn't even move when she was near it on her way to the bathroom! In this state, it was clear to Julia that his guard was way down. If she could make him believe she was still wounded over his treatment of her the last time he raped her, perhaps she could make it out of here. Perhaps she could slip out of the door before he had a chance to react. A triumphant smile broke out across Julia's face. A plan was starting to form in her head. Soon she would be out of the clutches of Alex for good... Captured and Conquered Ch. 06 Alex shut Julia's door behind him. He leaned against it and sighed. Shaking his head he pushed off from the door and walked back down the hall to his study. Walking in, he stopped in the middle of the room, and mindlessly ran his fingers over the corner of his mahogany desk. He still felt frustrated by Julia. He wanted her fire back. Her spirit. Though he felt once again disappointed by his interaction with Julia, something about it felt slightly different. He couldn't put his finger on it. Alex's fingers aimlessly tapped the surface of his desk while his mind worked over the interaction. Suddenly it hit him. He understood what was different. Julia didn't have the same spark as before. Not by a long shot. But they spoke this time. She spoke. To him! Alex grinned slightly. A small warm ray of hope started to seep into his mind. Was it possible? To repair the damage done? Alex clutched to the small glimmer of hope he started to feel. Julia hadn't spoken to him since the incident. Not until today. Maybe now she would be more open to his advances. Maybe if he continued to interact with her, slowly they would get back on track. Alex looked towards the door. Julia said she was going to take a bath. Maybe if he stood at the door, they could talk again. Maybe... Maybe he could apologize. And maybe she would forgive him. Alex knew he was probably moving too fast. But he couldn't wait. He was going crazy without interacting with her. If she asked him to leave, Alex told himself he would respect it. But perhaps... perhaps she wouldn't. He sighed, and stood up straighter. Everything was going to be alright. Alex walked out the door, and ambled back down the hall. ********* I moved hurriedly through "my" room. I had a hunch Alex would come back to me soon. It was the first time I had spoken to him since the last time he had violated me. Given everything I had gathered from the way he operated from the time I had been his captive, I had a strong feeling he wouldn't be able to stay away now. Not now that I had reopened our communication. I smirked angrily to myself, Alex certainly did like to talk. And now hopefully that would be his downfall. I strode into the bathroom straight to the bathtub. I turned on the faucets all the way, but was careful to make sure that I continued to allow the water drain. I wasn't actually interested in bathing. Once that was taken care of, I moved back into the bedroom, walked past the door to the bed. I climbed to the other side of the bed and crouched down. From my position, I could clearly see the open bathroom door, as well as the door to the hallway, but the bed obscured me from view. I focused on the open door of the bathroom, briefly thinking that perhaps I should have left it partially closed. My thoughts shattered when I heard the bedroom door lock move back. My heart leapt into my throat, beating wildly. This was it. Soon I was either be free, or paying dearly for my attempt. Given how Alex had snapped when I uttered my crush's name during a dream, I could only imagine what twisted punishments he would come up with to... discourage... me from attempting to leave him. I swallowed hard. I didn't think I could handle something like that. Not again. I shook my head and focused on the door. Thoughts like that weren't going to help me get out of here. Ducking down I listened as the door creaked open. I could hear Alex's soft footsteps pad towards the bathroom. I smiled triumphantly. He hadn't closed the bedroom door. I started to stand. I saw the back of him as he slowly walked towards the bathroom. His broad shoulders were complimented nicely by the tight fitted black t-shirt he was wearing. Alex stopped and ran a hand through his hair. I swallowed hard again. Tension was clearly running through his body. His movements were stiff. Please, please keep moving I chanted in my head, feeling the desperation welling up through my body. I could still hear the running water of the bathtub, so I knew that was drawing his attention. I just hoped he continued to walk that way long enough. He movements were tentative. Alex blew out a sigh, and pressed forward towards the bathroom. I prayed he didn't lose his nerve. As I watched him get closer to the bathroom door, I crept out from around the bed. I could feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. My heart was beating fiercely. I was in plain view. If he turned around now, it would be all over. As Alex moved towards the bathroom, I inched closer and closer to the open bedroom door. I held my breath, trying desperately to keep silent. I was more than halfway there. Being so close to freedom, but also so close to him, the man who had made some of my worst nightmares reality, had me almost hysterical. I was fighting panic. If I failed, it would kill me. Alex made it to the bathroom door, and ducked inside. "Julia?" At the question in his voice, I made a mad dash to the door. I gripped the doorframe, and flung myself out of the room as I heard an infuriated roar come from the bathroom. I looked back into the room to see Alex, startled, looking straight at me. For a moment time stopped. Then he charged towards the open bedroom door, and me. Hysterically I grabbed for the door handle and slammed the door shut. Not a moment later I heard his body slam into the door. I reached up and threw the bolt on the door, locking Alex in the same room he had held me in. Tears immediately streamed down my face, as it dawned on me that I did it. I escaped that dreadful prison. I could hear Alex's body continually slam into the door. His voice filled with rage. "JULIA! OPEN THIS DOOR! YOU ARE MINE. DO YOU HEAR ME?! MINE! NOW OPEN THIS DOOR." I slammed my fist into the door, and screeched out "BURN IN HELL MOTHERFUCKER. BURN IN HELL." And with that I turned and ran down the hallway. Alex's furious yells following me. I stumbled down the staircase, into the foyer and out the door. I was free. ********** Three months later. Alex's hands were on my body. Everywhere. I struggled to push him off, but I was tied. My limbs stretched painfully wide, forcing me to take it. Everything and anything he wanted to do to me. Alex moved one hand to me throat, his fingers wrapping around. "We never did get to do any breath play, did we pet?" His fingers squeezed slightly. My breath began to grow ragged. I silently pleaded with my eyes for him to let go. Alex clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Lucky for you pet, it's not really my thing." He let go, and I gasped. A tear leaked out of my eye. Alex moved his thumb over my cheek and wiped it away. "If you weren't such a naughty little pet, we wouldn't have to be doing this." He grinned cruelly, "but alas here we are. Now what am I going to do with you?" His hands moved down my body, to my breasts. He tugged and pulled at my nipples, sometimes lightly, sometimes squeezing until I cried out. Soon he moved his mouth to one of my nipples, sucking hard. "I love your tits, pet. I really do." He said in between sucking each nipple. My cheeks reddened at his vulgarity. I opened my mouth to tell him off, but before I could start, he quickly shoved two fingers into my mouth, and moved his thumb under my chin, preventing me from closing my mouth. "shh, shh, pet. Daddy's not finished." He grinned as I narrowed my eyes, disgusted with his new terminology. He continued on, "As much as I love your tits now. I can't help but love them even more when they're clamped." He removed his fingers from my mouth, and focused his attention on tightening on a pair of clamps to each of my breasts. He continued to tighten them until I cried out. I wanted to beg for him to take them off, but I bit my tongue. I couldn't let him have that victory. Alex looked down at his handy work, "how does it feel, pet?" I remained silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting a response. Alex began flicking the clamps, forcing cries from my throat. "I believe I asked you a question, pet." Between my cries, I managed to speak "please, please stop master. They're too much. I don't think I can take it." Alex stopped flicking the clamps and smirked. He moved his face towards my ear and whispered, "you'll take it. You'll take it and more, pet." He nipped at my ear, and I shuddered. Pleasure mixing with the pain radiating from my nipples. Alex sat back up. "Did you know, pet, that the clamps on your tits are part of a trio?" His finger trailed down my belly to the lips of my pussy. "And guess where the last one goes." His finger thrust through my folds to my clit. My eyes widened as he began to rub tight circles around it. "Please, please no master. Don't please. I'll be a good girl, I promise. Please." I begged, forgetting all about trying to keep even a small part of my dignity. I fought against the rope keeping my legs wide apart, hoping to close them against his invasion. Alex grinned at my pleas. With his other hand he showed me the clamp. "I wish I could say I wasn't going to enjoy this pet. But honestly, I've been thinking about moment this since the day you left me locked in your old room." With those words Alex snapped the clamp onto my clit. I howled, and thrashed against my bonds. Alex sat back and watched me. Allowing me to move as much as I was able to fight through the pain. "Yes, it hurts doesn't it, pet?" Alex looked down at me, a ghost of a grin on his face. "Do you want Daddy to remove them?" Frantically I nodded, "Please! Please master!" I panted trying to breathe through the pain pulsing between my legs. Alex move over me, and bent his head next to my ear. "Then you have to beg. Beg for me to take you." He whispered, his voice heavy with need. I struggled internally. I hated when he made me beg. I hated giving in to him. Alex sensed my reluctance. To help my decision along he reached between my legs and started to flick at the clamp on my clit. I shrieked and yelled out "God fuck me master! Take me, please I want it, please give it to me. Give it hard to your naughty little pet!" Alex chuckled and started to attach a thin chain in the shape of a Y to the champs on my nipples and clit. Horrified I began to understand what he intended to do. "Please, please don't Master. I can't take it." I pleaded, renewing my wild struggles against my bonds. "Oh you'll take it, pet." Alex's eyes glittered, " Let's do it on the count of three." Alex gripped the chain connected to the three clamps, and started to pull up on it. The tension made me arch my back. "Are you ready, pet? One.... two.... three - " I woke up, covered in a cold sweat. I reached wildly for the lamp on my bedside table, desperate to chase away the darkness in my bedroom, and my nightmare with it. The nightmares had almost been a constant since I escaped from that prison Alex had kept me in. The scenery changed, the vile acts Alex inflicted upon my unwilling body changed, the frenzied thrusts and vicious kisses all came in different forms, but the one thing that never changed was my helplessness. And honestly that was the worst part. I rarely fought back in my dreams. I just begged and pleaded with Alex to be gentle. I hated that. Blowing out a sigh, I pushed my tangled ruby hair out of my eyes. When I ran away from him, I left the city. Switched universities, changed my name, and dyed my hair. I didn't mind the crimson color of my hair, it complimented my eyes nicely. And gave the impression I was a lot more fierce than I felt these days. But I missed my natural honey colored hair. It felt more like... well.. me. More than that I missed my name. I no longer went by Julia. These days I was Alice. Before leaving for my new life, I worked with the police. After leaving Alex's home I had been picked up on the street by a kind middle aged woman. Clearly a mother. She wrapped my naked body up in her soft peacoat, and brought me straight to the police station. They rushed to the house after I had told them everything that had happened. But it was too late. Alex was nowhere to be found. That's when I knew I needed to leave. He was a jealous, crazy, clearly obsessive person. I could feel that he would never stop looking for me. I thought that if I changed everything about me, and moved far away, he wouldn't be able to find me, or even be interested. But there was always this small voice inside of me that told me I was wrong. It was only a matter of time. I try to ignore that voice. I drew my hand up to my face, and massaged my forehead. Glancing at the clock, it read 6:00am. I rolled my eyes. It was clear I wasn't getting anymore sleep tonight. Pushing back the covers, I got up to get ready to class. I'd be early, but that meant I could spend extra time at the library, around other people, trying to blend in and get back to living a normal life. ********** Alex sat in a car on the curb. He ran his fingers through his silky black hair and grinned viciously. Julia exited her apartment complex, looked both ways before dashing across the street and heading down into the nearby metro entrance. He had found her. He had started looking for her the moment he had gotten out of the room he had kept her in. It was difficult at first. With the police involved, he needed to keep a low profile. And had refrained from visiting her school and old apartment. But in time, he had managed to come across leads. It had taken three months. But here he was, watching her. Alex sighed. It was like the good old days. Except now she had changed her hair. Red. Alex liked it, and idly wondered if it made her more feisty. He hoped so. He had been fanaticizing about what to do with her the first night they were back together. She would be punished, of course. Alex spent many nights imaging tying Julia down tightly to the bed, gagged and completely at his mercy. Legs spread wide open, nothing keeping him from cropping her deliciously tight little pussy. He wouldn't stop until her entire ass and pussy glowed a faint red. He wouldn't stop until she begged and pleaded behind her gag. Perhaps not even then. Once her was done spanking her, marking her as his, he would claim her. Slowly bury himself between her legs, finding release. He would take her leisurely. Taking his time thrusting in and out, as if they had all the time in the world and this time.. they would. He would make sure she felt everything. Everything that she had been missing, everything she made him go without for the past three months. He would force the orgasms from her. For certain she would be fighting them. He knew she would try not to enjoy everything he would do to her. But Alex knew what she really craved. She needed to be owned, dominated. He could tell from the first time he laid eyes on her. Alex would make her come until she begged him to stop. But he wouldn't. Not until her legs quivered from exhaustion. Her chest heaved, and tears streaked mascara down her face. He would keep going until he was satisfied. Alex smirked to himself. Time to go prepare he thought. Opening the car door, he strolled over to the apartment complex, up the stairs and down the hall. Stopping in front of Julia's apartment, he slid a few tools into the lock, and popped it open. Easy as pie, Alex thought. Stepping inside, he looked around. The place was small, but screamed Julia. The decorations were comprised of loud colors; quirky, and bursting with personality. How very like her Alex thought to himself. Alex checked his watch. Julia had classes late tonight, and from watching her this past week, he knew she didn't usually come home until all of them were finished. He had plenty of time to prepare. Placing his black bag down onto the floor, Alex cracked his knuckles. Fantasies of everything he was going to do to her delightful little body flooding his mind once more. "Time to get down to business." Alex said softly to himself, drawing a pair of leather cuffs out of his bag. ********** I slogged up the stairs of my apartment building. It had been a long day at university, but I felt pleased with the progress. For awhile I was able to forget everything, and feel.. normal... again. Reaching my floor, I stopped in front of my door, and mindlessly opened the lock letting myself inside. The room was completely dark. I shuddered. I tried to keep this place as bright as I could, dark spaces reminded me too much of him. Shutting the door behind me, I groped for the light switch on the wall. Warm light flooded the room. I looked around. For some reason something felt... off. The room felt unsettled. I shook my head. How many times had I come home feeling like something was wrong, only to find nothing was out of the ordinary? I groaned. Sometimes I could be absolutely ridiculous. I took a step forward and that's when I saw them. At each of the corners of my bed were lengths of rope, and cuffs attached to them. My heart stopped. My vision darkened, and I could feel the panic welling up inside of me. He found me. Desperate to get out before anything could happen, I whirled around and dashed back to the door. My hand was on the doorknob when I felt his hands grip my arms. He ripped me away from the door and into his arms. I screamed and fought against him. His fingers bit into my wrists as he struggled to control my movements. I could feel his warmth against my back and the vibrations of his chest as his masculine laughter, deep and low, washed over me. "How nice it is to see you again, love." I didn't answer, a lump forming in my throat. It can't be happening. He can't do this to me again. Alex took advantage of the position he had me in and moved his lips to my neck. Slowly he sucked on my skin in a line from my collarbone until he reached my ear. He nibbled on my ear and sighed. "How long has it been, love? Three months since I've last touched you? I can hardly believe you've been able to stand it. I remember the effect I had on you." Disgust poured through me. Here we are three months later, and he's still as arrogant as ever. "Fuck you." I spat, unable to keep myself silent. Alex chuckled again, and I could just image the smirk that spread across his face. "Now that is just what I intend to do, love." Alex pulled me in closer to him, our bodies now plastered against each other. He inhaled deeply. "Love the new hair, pet. Red suits you. Indicates just how wild you really are. The new name... Alice? Doesn't though. Too plain, too ordinary. And you are anything..... but." He hummed in pleasure. "Maybe next time go for something just a little bit naughty, Giselle... or Ruby maybe?" I swallowed hard. He knows about the name change? Of course he does.. How long has he been watching me this time? I bit my lip and struggled harder. I couldn't stand to be this close to him any longer. Wildly my eyes roamed around the room looking for anything that could help me get away from him. Slowly they settled on a switchblade sitting on my bureau mixed in with my lotions and other various cosmetics. Suddenly I didn't think it was such a paranoid purchase. Alex sensed he didn't have my total focus. He nipped at my ear, increasing the pressure until I cried out. "Do I have your attention again, pet? I'm not good at sharing focus. It's a bit of a personality flaw. But I'm sure you already know that. Don't you, love?" Desperate to keep his attention away from the knife, I decided to start engaging. "Bit of a personality flaw? God that's the understatement of the year. Next you'll be saying you're only slightly possessive." Alex threw his head back and laughed. His eyes sparkled with a sort of sick amusement. "I can't decide what I love the most about you, pet. Your deliciously taut little body, or that hot little mouth of yours." Alex continued to suckle at the skin on my neck, sending goose bumps down my arms. I chose to ignore this reaction and focus on how to get my hands on that knife. So far, no ideas were coming to mind. Captured and Conquered Ch. 06 "It's been so long, love. Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you? The pleasures I'm going to force out of your body?" My body tensed, but I didn't answer. Alex wrenched my body to the left so I was facing the wall, away from my bureau. Jerking his head towards the wall he just forced me to face, he growled "first, I'm going to push you up against that wall." Pushing me closer to it he purred deep into my ear, "I'm going to use my body to hold you there. Use my hands to grope you, tease you, get you wanting it. Begging for it." Swinging me back to the right, he forced me to look at my bed. "Then I'm going to rip your clothes from your body, until you're left in only your panties." I swallowed hard. Alex chuckled and continued. "And then I'll peel that scrap of fabric from your body, leaving nothing to protect you from my roaming eyes." Roughly pushing me closer to my bed I stumbled with him, trying to keep my balance. Alex sniggered and pulled my wrists back, forcing me to thrust my chest out. He bent his face down and murmured, "Once you're naked...wet... and..vulnerable for me - " He breathed into my ear, "I'm going to tie you to that bed.... I'm going to force you to spread you legs for me..." Alex sighed deeply, and pushed me a step closer to the bed "I'm going to mark you, pet. Leave my bite marks all over your lovely breasts and thighs... Because after all, love. Your thighs were meant to have my cheeks brushing between them." My face turned scarlet at his words, and panic started to rise inside me again. I shook my head, willing myself to push down the fear and focus instead on my anger. I needed to become furious. My anger, not my fear, would help me stay strong and maybe, just maybe help me get out of this. Alex rubbed his cheek against mine, and grinned. "After you'll all tied up, breasts heaving, pussy dripping with need, I'm going to punish you. I'm going to spank that pert ass of yours until you beg for mercy. But I won't stop. Not until it glows red. Not until I'm satisfied you've had enough." Alex felt my body go rigid. Memories of the last time he punished me flooded through me, leaving me breathless and afraid. He whispered softly in my ear, "surely you didn't think you could leave me without paying the price, pet?" I renewed my struggles at this point, hell bent on getting that knife on my bureau. I was so close. Alex grunted with the excursion of holding my body to his. Regardless of this, I was annoyed to hear his tone was still so light when he spoke, as if he wasn't expending much effort in forcing me against his chest. "Once I've finished spanking you, I'm going to use a crop on your pussy. I remembered how much you enjoyed that last time, love." A tear leaked out of my eye. I wasn't sure I could hold on to my fury much longer. The panic at his words was overwhelming me. Alex nipped my neck and growled, "and finally pet, I'm going to fuck you." He bit down hard on my neck and I yelped, trying to jerk away from him. Alex groaned and spoke again, "I'm going to push myself into you, over and over, forcing you to take it. Forcing you to feel everything, love. You're going to come.. oh yes... You're going to come so hard, you'll be pleading with me to stop. But I won't, love. I won't until I'm sure your body can't take anymore." "Why are you doing this?" I cried out, realizing for the first time that I hadn't ever actually asked him that. And I hoped it would buy me some time before he started to deliver on his promises. Alex chuckled again, deep and low. "I know what you crave, love. I know you need to be taken. Dominated. Owned, like the naughty little pet you are." I struggled against him, feeling his breath hot against my neck. It was all too much. I had had enough. I was not going to be a victim again. Angrily I spat out "I am NOT your pet Alex. You will NEVER own me. I AM NOT SOMETHING THAT CAN BE OWNED." Alex continued grasping my wrists, forcing my body back into his. He breathed in the scent of me, and sighed. I felt sick. He moved his mouth closer to my neck and once more began sucking on it, just under my ear. I tensed and shuddered. I could feel Alex grin. Some things never change. Seemingly encouraged he nibbled on my ear. I furiously began trying to rip my wrists out of his grip again. Alex suddenly wrenched my arm behind my back, pain shot through my left arm and I stopped moving. Alex let go of my right arm and drew his arm tightly across my stomach, successfully wedging my left arm between his hard muscled chest and my back. The pain kept me from moving. Alex sighed, and clicked his tongue against his teeth. "I didn't want to have to do that, love. I don't want to have to hurt you more than necessary. Why not just admit how much you want me. How much you've missed your master's touch." I blanched at his words. But kept silent. Alex nuzzled my neck. "All of the sudden you're so silent, love. What happened to that fire?" I narrowed my eyes. "It died when you ripped my arm of its socket." Alex threw his head back and laughed. "I love your tongue, pet. I really do. It's so....talented. In.... many... areas." Alex started his run his hand down my belly to the top of my jeans. "Here, let me offer you a distraction from your arm." He fingers dipped below my waistline of my jeans just inside my panties. "Will I find you wet, love?" My breath started coming rapidly. All of the sudden I felt like I was teleported, back to that room. Back to being helpless and at his mercy. I could feel the panic in me begin to rise. The room started spinning. My heart thudded loudly in my ears. No, no, no, no I screeched in my head. Not again! I will not go back to being his plaything, subjected to whatever sexual whim he desired. I felt his fingers reach the lips of my pussy, slowly stroking back and forth, teasing. I felt his breath dance on my neck as he chuckled quietly. Time slowed down, the room deafeningly quiet. And then I snapped. I screamed my frustrations and fears out, everything I had felt in past three months, all the pain I had suffered at the hand of this man I put into that scream. Alex tensed clearly startled at my outburst. I took his moment of shock, using the time to throw my right elbow back smashing it into Alex's temple. Alex roared, and let go of me, grabbing at his bleeding ear. I dashed to the bureau at the foot of my bed, and grabbed the switchblade. Whirling around I saw Alex advance towards me, rage clear in his eyes. I flicked the blade open and thrust it towards him. Alex's mouth opened, his eyes wide in shock. He looked down at my blade embedded in his shoulder. I stared too. Equally shocked that I had actually stabbed him. Alex looked back at me, and reached towards me, "Love, why? I - " But I didn't hear the rest. Shrieking I threw myself back away from his touch, slamming into the bureau and knocking my various cosmetics, and trinkets to the floor. I continued moving, pushing myself off the furniture, towards him, under this flailing arm, towards my door. Without looking back I threw it open and raced down the hall and out on to the street. ********** The police were all over my apartment. Several busy with dusting for prints, other interviewing neighbors on what they had heard. So far nothing conclusive was found. When the police had brought me back to my apartment, I knew he would be gone. I knew that all traces of him would have vanished, just like the last time. The police wanted me to show them were the fight had taken place, let them know if anything was missing from my place while still in their protection. I made it to my door, with the police at my back. It was still slightly ajar. My heart thudded in my chest, I inhaled deeply, afraid of what I might find, and what I knew was waiting for me. Nothing. When I first walked in the door, the room was exactly the same as I had left it. The contents of my dresser still scattered across my floor. It seemed odd that that was the only indicator something had happened here. After so much fear and pain had raced through my body earlier. This seemed almost anti-climatic. My eyes roamed around the room, and settled on my bed. Suddenly I saw it. On my pillow was a single red rose and a note. Gasping I strode to the note. My hand shaking as I plucked it from my pillow and turned it over. The black letters stared back at me as I read the words, carefully printed on the card. "I forgive you love... and one day I will come back for you. Never forget. You are mine and mine alone." - Alex The note slipped through my fingers, as I slowly sunk to the floor. One of the officers I was with stepped forward and took the note from the floor, and passed it on to his colleagues. Placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder, he spoke. "Don't you worry, miss. We'll find him." I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face. "Will it ever be over?" The officer smiled kindly down at me, "Of course it will. You just have to be strong." I looked down at my lap, and shivered, knowing in my heart that it would only be over when Alex had gotten what he wanted.... Me. The End. Captured and Enslaved "Okay, I'll see you soon then?" I said hopefully into the phone receiver. "See you soon, babe," Lee assured me before ending the call. I set my phone down, stretching out the kinks in my muscles. If Lee was going to be here soon, I had some preparation to do. I bit my lip in excitement as I bounded off of the couch. A quick search in my bureau revealed my sexy black lace bra and panties. I stripped off my clothes, my eyes lingering briefly on my naked reflection in the mirror. I had small breasts but a great ass and a toned stomach and thighs. Yes, Lee was definitely lucky, I decided. Confidence had never been an issue with me. I got what I wanted in the world of men. I donned the lingerie, running my hands over the curves the skimpy clothes enhanced. I pulled the elastic band out of my hair, letting it cascade over my shoulders in waves. I touched up my makeup, smiling at the sexy girl in the mirror. Without thinking about it, my hand traveled down to my pussy. I gently brushed my fingers over the satin cloth covering it, relishing the sensitivity. Lee did always like it when I was wet and ready for him. I laid down on the floor in front of the full length mirror. I watched my fingers as they delved down inside my panties, quickly finding my clit. The sensual picture in the mirror ramped up my arousal by several notches. Slowly, I massaged my clit, savoring the building tingles. I could already feel the wetness sticking to my fingers, but I wasn't finished yet. Carefully, I slid a finger inside my pussy, sucking noises reaching my ears as I slowly fucked myself. The hand on my clit picked up its pace, rubbing the nub back and forth faster and faster. I knew that I should save all of this sexual tension for Lee, but it was too late to stop now. The approaching climax built until the breaking point. I locked eyes with my reflection, seeing the flush in her cheeks and the brightness of her eyes, as well as the sweat dampening her brow. I pushed my finger deep inside and cried out as I came, never taking my eyes off of the writhing girl in the mirror. I relaxed onto the floor as soon as the orgasm faded. I pulled up my black panties, covering up the smell of my juices that coated my pussy. A damp spot was left on the carpet where I had been lying. Shakily I stood up, trying to fix my disheveled hair and calm my breathing. As I adjusted my bra, I heard the doorbell ring. I grinned at myself and made sure that I looked absolutely stunning. I flounced to the door and unlocked it, slowly pulling it open. "Oh fuck," an unfamiliar male voice said. I screamed as soon as I realized it wasn't Lee. Oh god, I had answered the door in my bra and panties? I shoved it closed, but a heavy boot had already pushed its way in. Other voices clamored behind the man as he slowly pushed the door back against me. I wasn't going to be able to hold them out. Oh where was Lee? I abandoned the door and raced away, making a break for the back door down the hallway. Strong arms encircled my slim waist when my hand was just inches from the doorknob. "No! Let me go!" I screamed, kicking at him with my bare feet and beating him with my fists. "Help me, boys," the man grunted as he turned me around to face two men behind us. Their salacious grins scared me as they each grabbed one of my arms and held me between them. "What do you want?" I demanded, trying to act unafraid. "Take whatever you want, just leave me alone, and I won't call the police." Of course it was a lie, but I sensed that I was in some deep shit. "We came for you," the leader said. My heart stopped in my chest. This wasn't a robbery. This was an abduction. "What?" I asked dumbly. Instead of answering, he let his eyes roam over my body. I felt heat build up in my chest at his bold gaze. During the struggle, my bra had been shifted, and one nipple was peeking out around the black lace of my bra, but with my arms pinned, I couldn't fix it. "What do you think, Paul?" One of the men asked the leader. "I think that he made a good choice with this one," Paul said. His eyes lingered on the triangle of black fabric covering my sex. Oh no, not in front of these men. Without prelude, he took two steps forward and grabbed my mound with his large, rough hand. I yelped and pushed myself away from him, but his hand followed me as the two men steadied me. "What have we here?" he mused, arching an eyebrow up at me as he felt the dampness through my panties. "Either our girl here is extremely turned on by rough treatment, or she was in the back room fucking herself." I burned with shame as he forcefully groped my sex. "Get your hands off of me," I hissed, allowing some of my indignation and anger to seep out. Instead of backing off, Paul probed at my entrance with a thick finger, never taking his eyes off of me. I winced at his brutal tactic. "You don't make the rules around here, slut," he growled. "I do. And I think you need a little attitude adjustment before we take you to the master." I didn't like the sound of that at all. But I refused to let my fear show in my eyes, though my chin trembled a bit. Paul grinned at my show of bravery. "Tie her down, boys. I think we have time for a quick lesson." He slapped my pussy, making me gasp. I kicked and screamed, but it was useless. The two men dragged me back to the bedroom, though I fought ever step of the way. They produced manacles from their jackets and threw me on the bed, shackling my wrists and ankles to each of the four posts. One grabbed my breast and squeezed it hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. When would Lee get here and put a stop to this? Paul entered the room and began pulling off his gloves, never taking his eyes off of me. I hated the way the three of them looked at me, as if I were nothing more than a piece of meat, a fucktoy. "Ready for your lesson?" he asked. I scowled back at him in return. "I didn't come prepared for this, so I left all of my fancy tools at home. But I think we can make do with what we have." He held up two clothespins for me to see. "What the hell do you think-" My sentence was cut off as he pulled my bra down, twisting it so that it pushed my breasts up. "Get off of me, you sick bastard!" I screamed, trying to pull free but only managing to make the cuffs bite into my wrists and ankles. The feeling of helplessness threatened to overtake me, but I pushed it away, determined not to cry in front of these perverts. I whimpered in pain as he clamped the clothespins to my exposed nipples, batting them gently back and forth, sending new shocks of pain through my breasts. "You like that?" he breathed huskily. I defiantly shook my head no, blinking away the tears that had gathered behind my eyes. "You'd better get used to it," he advised me. He moved down the bed to my lewdly spread legs. Without ceremony, he pulled my panties down and ripped the flimsy material apart. I stared at the ceiling, trying to distance myself from my humiliating predicament. The flick of a warm, wet tongue against my clit brought me back to reality. I thrashed around on the comforter, screaming obscenities at him. Never in my life had I felt so violated, and to be pinned down here and abused by these strangers was too much. He dragged his rough tongue up my slit, making me arch up off of the bed, away from him. "Don't fight it, slut. You know you love it. You're already dripping wet for me." I shook my head and opened my mouth to contradict him when a rag was forced between my teeth and tied behind my head. With disgust, I realized that it was one of my long stockings. He must have plucked it out of the dirty wash pile, because it tasted foul and smelled even worse. Paul's tongue wormed its way into my pussy, slowly fucking in and out of my dripping hole. I bit down on the rag and tried not to concentrate on how good it felt. Think of Lee, I told myself. Don't betray Lee. Paul sucked my clit into his mouth and I moaned through the gag. "That's right, sweetheart, just let go." No! I would not allow this bastard to make me come for him! I wouldn't let myself be aroused. But as his tongue continued to work its magic, I began to panic. The arousal welled up within me, defying my mental commands. My body would only listen to the fickle part between my legs. The part that Paul was manipulating so successfully. With a suppressed scream, I came. I could feel the juices running out of me, only to be lapped up by Paul's dirty tongue. "See, was that so hard?" he asked, wiping his glistening chin off on his sleeve. I sobbed, the tears dripping into the dirty sock in my mouth. How could I have come? What kind of a slut was I to come on my abductors tongue? "One more thing before we go. Matt, take off that gag. I want to hear her scream for this one." The sock was untied and pulled out of my mouth. I was still crying, but desperately trying to get it under control. I must not show weakness before these men, or it would only be worse for me. The pressure of something thick and hard against my asshole jolted all thoughts of tears from my mind. "Ahhhh!" I cried as he stabbed into me. Looking down, I realized that he was shoving a fucking dildo up my virgin asshole. "Turns out I did remember one of my fun toys after all," he grinned at me. I was about to deliver a nasty reply when he shoved half of it up inside me. The pain was incredible as I was unbearably stretched. "Slut, this is nothing," Paul laughed. "Wait until you see what your master will have shoved up inside you. Then you'll have the right to scream like that." With a mighty push, the dildo sank up to its hilt. I twisted back and forth on the bed, trying to escape the pain, but to no avail. I finally rested on the comforter, glaring at my tormenter through the tears in my eyes. "I swear, when I get out of this, I will have your ass hauled to jail, where you can spend the next ten years having your ass violated," I gritted out between clenched teeth. "Keep that up," he said, spanking me between my legs and jolting the ass plug. I gasped as it moved within me. He stood up from the bed, and with disappointment, I realized that he wasn't going to take it out. "Get her up," he snapped at the men. "We need to leave." No, we couldn't leave! How would Lee find me then? How would anyone find me then? I had to stall them, even if it meant more humiliation for me, though I didn't know if that were possible. I had been groped, undressed, forced to cum, and I had what felt like a burning pole ramrodded up my ass. "Wait stop," I said as my arms and legs were freed, leaving behind red welts on my smooth skin. They paid no attention. "I can't walk with this thing up my ass," I whined, desperately trying to think of a way to slow them down. "She's right," Paul surprised me by saying. "Jordan, will you do the honors?" Strong hands picked me up, and I found myself slung over the shoulder of one of the men, my naked ass in the air and my upper body draped down his broad back. I winced as the clothespins were scraped off of my nipples "Put me down!" I shouted, infuriated at their treatment of me. They paid no attention as they left the room, carrying me to the front door. I tried to grab onto anything I could, but my hands only reached picture frames. Still, I ripped them off the walls and slammed them into my carrier's back. "Shit, Paul, there's a car," Matt hissed. A car? I gathered my breath to scream as loudly as I could. It must be Lee. A hand clamped over my mouth before I could shout for help. "Next time, try to keep that important information away from the captive, all right smartass?" Paul snapped. "Out the back door, now." They ran down the hallway towards the door. Jordan's shoulder jutted into my stomach as he ran, leaving me too short of breath to make any significant cry for help. As we left the house and plunged into darkness, I could see that they had parked on the side of the house, where prying eyes wouldn't see them. Jordan whipped me off of his shoulder and set me on unsteady legs. Gravel dug into the soles of my bare feet as the dildo in my ass shifted. "Lee he-" A wadded up ball of cloth was shoved into my open mouth, cutting off all sound. A slap, probably from Paul, landed on my cheek, knocking my head sideways. Dazed, I felt myself dragged backwards and thrown into the back of the SUV. Before I could get up, a hood was pulled over my head and the door slid shut, obscuring any view of my home or Lee. The engine roared to life and I screamed through my gag as the vehicle pulled away from the unsuspecting neighborhood. Captured and Enslaved Ch. 02 As soon as the van made its quick getaway, I was roughly pulled to my knees, and my elbows were bound together behind me, thrusting my small breasts out. The bra was still twisted beneath them, pushing them up like an offering. The plug stretched my ass uncomfortably, making me squirm. "Welcome to captivity," Paul chuckled, motioning to the dim interior of the van. "It only gets worse from here." His words had the desired disheartening effect on me. I could feel my spirits sinking. Don't give up, I admonished myself, trying to bolster my flagging confidence. Don't give them what they want. "Hey Paul," Matt asked. "Did the boss say anything about not touching her on the ride back?" "You know the rules. Nothing involving your dick, and obviously nothing that will permanently damage her. Otherwise, I don't care what the hell you do back there." Matt turned to look at me, a grin spreading across his face. I met his look with my horrified gaze. Hadn't I been through enough already? I tried to say something through the gag in my mouth, but he pounced on me, his movements rough. His hands roughly groped me, pulling on my breasts and squeezing them until I whimpered through the gag. "Jordan, you want any of this?" he asked. No, not two of them. Jordan clambered back to us, pushing me down onto the floor without a word. With no warning, his thick finger speared me. I rose up off the floor with a cry before I was pushed back down by Matt. "Fuck, dude, she's a virgin." Jordan hissed. My face burned with shame. I was nineteen and attractive, but still a virgin. I had been raised in the church of the Lord, where we were taught that our bodies were a temple, and that we must remain pure before marriage. Since meeting Lee, the pastor's son, we had slowly slipped away from that principle, but we hadn't done it yet. "It's okay," Matt assured him. "We've got a lot more than her pussy to entertain us." With that, he slid two strong hands under my body and flipped me over. Now I couldn't see what they were doing, and I was well aware of my butt sticking up in the air. I thrashed about as soon as I felt the dildo in my ass move. One of them pressed down on my back with one hand, forcing me to stop. Slowly, he drew it out. I moaned, trying to squirm away from them. It hurt, but it was more of a sensual pain. It was an odd feeling. I was relieved when it was all of the way out. I could feel my asshole contracting, trying to return to normal. Now I knew that I was naïve in the ways of sex, but getting aroused by playing with someone's poop hole seemed perverted, to say the least. I could only hope that it was a fetish of these particular men and that no one else I would encounter would want to go there. All thoughts were driven from my mind as the warm head of the dildo nuzzled up against my asshole again. He didn't work it in slowly like Matt had. He shoved it in with one forceful push, leaving my body to do the adjusting on its own. I groaned into the gag, but it didn't hurt like it had the first time. That didn't mean that it wasn't uncomfortable though. "All right, guys, that's enough." Paul called my attackers off of me. They reluctantly stood up, leaving me panting on the floor, still uncomfortably bound. "We've got a long ride ahead of us, and the boss just called to tell us to let her rest. He wants her fresh." Jordan and Matt grumbled as they left me. My jaw ached from the balled up gag, and my arms were already beginning to cramp. Rest. Yeah right. No one could sleep like this. Still, it was better than being molested further. I settled down and closed my eyes. Lee. Please come and get me, I whispered in my thoughts. Just thinking of his dear face brought tears to my eyes. The van jerked to a halt, and I woke up with a start. I wasn't sure if I had been asleep or just dozing, but my protesting muscles let me know that I had been here for several hours. "Come on, slut, time to look at your new home," Paul grunted as he clambered into the back of the van. I was still lying face-down on the metal floor when he wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me to my knees. I stumbled to my feet as he pushed me forward, barely avoiding falling on my face. The back doors swung open and Jordan and Matt were waiting for me. "Take it easy," Jordan cautioned me. "We don't want you falling and getting scraped up at the very end." They each took a shoulder and practically lifted me out, steadying me on my feet. In front of me was a large house, illuminated by strategically placed yard lights. Whoever owned it was obviously well-off, but it wasn't a palace. I was relieved at how normal the mansion looked. Perhaps it wouldn't be that hard to escape from. Trees surrounded it and stretched out into the distance as far as I could see. It was secluded, but once I escaped, I was sure that I could follow this road back without much trouble. They marched me forward, Paul leading the way up to the large white double doors. He lifted the iron knocker and tapped it against the door three times, almost timidly. About two minutes passed, and I was beginning to think that no one was home. A pretty little maid opened the door. My face reddened as I remembered my lack of modesty. My pussy was fully exposed but for the dark bush of hair that obscured it. My breasts were sore from lying on the twisted wire of the bra for several hours. "Please, come in," she said, as if nothing were out of place. She stepped aside and ushered the four of us to the middle of the entryway. Before us was a staircase that curved out of sight, undoubtedly leading to the railing of the balcony of the second floor above us. The clicking of heels brought my attention back to the maid. She was walking away, probably to call her master. I took a deep breath. This was it. I had to make a strong impression. I would not let him (or her) walk all over me. My nose wrinkled in disgust as I had a thought. What if it was some elderly pervert? I shuddered, thinking of the bent and wrinkled body I would be forced to service. "Gentlemen, forgive my rudeness. I didn't expect you to arrive so soon, and I was filling out a few forms to pass the time." A fascinating male accent entered the room from the side. Our faces turned towards the left, where the maid followed the man who was speaking. Dark brown hair was gelled into a modern messy style, and his blue eyes were cool. His confident posture and charismatic tone made me hate him instantly. I knew instinctively that this was the man who had kidnapped me. He stopped in front of me, taller than I by about three inches, placing him at around six foot one. His lean body was wrapped in black casual slacks and an open white shirt, exposing toned muscles. He would be tough to overpower, but if I got the jump on him, perhaps it would be possible. His icy eyes traveled down my body, taking in everything. A chill rippled over my skin as a result of his close examination. He finally met my glare, and a smile quirked his mouth. "Very good, just what I expected. I'm glad to see that you didn't take too many liberties with her." His statement held a sternness that made my captors swallow. He sounded like he may have been from England or Australia. Too many liberties, I snorted mentally. They took liberties all right. "If you don't mind, sir, we do have to be back in Kaufman by morning," Matt said, shifting from foot to foot. I could understand his angst. This man seemed to bring that out purposefully. I forced myself to stand straight in front of him. "Of course. The fee was a thousand for each of you, correct?" He reached into his pants pocket and withdrew the cash, tossing it to Paul. "Thanks for your business," Paul said, shoving it into his pocket. The man nodded, and with that, the thugs were dismissed. "I am Tristan," he said, pausing before me with his hands deep in his pockets. I was gagged, or I would have spat at him. He chuckled at my furious demeanor. "I was hoping to get started on this tomorrow, but perhaps it is just as well that we begin now. Jacqui," he turned to the diminutive maid. "Please go back to bed. I'm sorry for waking you." She smiled at him and inclined her head, turning and ascending the massive staircase. "Shall we begin?" Tristan asked, reaching for me. I back away, determined not to go easily. I owed it to myself to resist. I wasn't some cheap toy he could jerk around. "I see how it is going to be," Tristan shrugged. "If that's how you want it, I am only too happy to oblige." He reached forward and grabbed the rope that bound my elbows together behind my back, jerking me forward. I screamed into the gag as the pain shot through my complaining muscles. Effortlessly, he pushed me ahead of him, leading me through the house. He didn't slow down even when we came to a flight of stairs, and I was forced to lean back on him for balance. Downstairs was a shock. There was no lush carpet, no sleek furniture, no expensive paintings. In fact, it was as if the designer had purposefully made it as uncomfortable as possible. The floor was concrete, cold to my bare feet even though it was the middle of summer in Texas. The walls were a dull gray metal, laden with hooks and steel shelves. Displayed everywhere were instruments of torture. Breath, I told myself. It's just an intimidation technique. Don't let him get to you. Tristan pushed me forward until I was standing under a hook on a chain. My arms fell limply forward as he cut the binding off of them. As he stepped around in front of me, I swung weakly at his face. He gave me an exasperated look as he caught my fist and lifted it above my head. "I hope you still have some of this spunk tomorrow," he commented, catching my other hand and joining it to the first. He snapped leather cuffs around my wrists and slipped the attached ring onto the hook. With a small crank to the side, he lifted me up until I was stretched out, barely able to stand on my toes. He reached forward and pried the gag out of my mouth. I worked the kinks out of my jaw, grateful to have the nasty thing gone. "I haven't properly introduced myself, have I?" he asked, sitting on what appeared to be a large cage in front of me. "There is not much that you need to know. I am Tristan, your new master." I snorted at that. Really, was he serious? He smiled briefly at my reaction. "I will let that slide for now, Emory, but be more careful in the future." I paled at his use of my name. This wasn't a random kidnapping. He knew who I was, and he had plans for me, specifically. "Yes, I know who you are," he said, his sinister voice sending chills down my spine. "I know that you're a beautiful girl who has been sexually deprived for the past few years. I know that you've kept yourself pure for your future husband, technically speaking that is." He leaned closer. "I know that you play with yourself almost every night, when you think you're locked away in your room. I've seen you do it, Emory. Which is why I think you're going to respond very well to my particular tastes." Shame colored my features at his mention of nightly habits. How could such a gross invasion of privacy have gone unnoticed by me? "Respond? Do you have some Christian Grey complex?" I jeered with false bravado. "Bringing the innocent girl to her sexual awakening? Plying me with orgasms and erotic torture until I beg for your touch?" "I'm not the one who is delusional, if that's what you're asking." He stood up and walked to the wall, where a whip with many tails was hanging. "And I'm afraid that this won't be very pleasurable for you." He took two long strides towards me and ripped off my bra, leaving me totally naked. He swung the whip, splaying the tails over my stomach. I gasped at the pain, totally unprepared for it. "Christian Grey is a fictional being, what women like to think a sadist is like." He whipped me again, harder this time. "It's not quite so pretty as that." He cracked the whip against my breasts, making tears come to my eyes. I endured the next several blows before I couldn't contain the agony anymore. "Stop, please!" He paid no attention, just delivered a stinging blow to the backs of my thighs. "Please!" I begged. "What do you want from me?" Tristan paused, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. "At the moment, I want nothing from you. That's the beauty of it. There is nothing that you can say, nothing you can do, no information or pleas that you can come up with that will stop this beating." He stepped closer to my face, on eye level with me. His cold eyes bored into mine, and I was helpless to look away. "I'm whipping you because I like it. It brings me pleasure. There is no other reason. Such is the fate of a slave. I suggest you get used to it. You are here solely for my amusement. I will do to you whatever I feel like doing." To prove his point, he reached around my stretched body and found the plug in my ass. With no hesitation, he yanked it out. I threw back my head and howled in pain at the ceiling. It felt like he had turned my ass inside out. I halfway expected to see blood on the dildo when he brought it around, but there was none to be seen. He tossed it aside and again picked up his flogger. "Please, no," I whispered, tears dripping down my face. He gave me a sympathetic look, and I thought that perhaps he had softened. The crack of the whip as he brought it up against my pussy lips changed my mind instantly. No matter how much I cried or screamed, there was not another respite until Tristan decided that he was sufficiently satisfied. So I gritted my teeth and tried to bear the welts I could feel rising all over my body. When he stopped, I sagged in my restraints. Fire raced along my body, licking at the red raised skin. "Did you get some rest on the ride here?" Tristan asked nonchalantly, turning to put the whip back where it belonged. Cautiously I nodded. He was so unpredictable. First he was lashing me as hard as he could, and then he was speaking to me as if concerned about my wellbeing. "Good. I have something then to keep your mind occupied with for the night." He turned to face me, and I noticed the flags of color that tinted his prominent cheekbones. I didn't know if it was from arousal or exertion. He held up a thin vibrator that dangled a battery pack on a short tail. "This is no ordinary device," he said in answer to my questioning look. In truth, I had always been curious about vibrators, but I had never bought one for myself. This didn't seem so bad. "I'm not always cruel and wicked," Tristan said, interpreting my expression. "Actually, I supposed I am. You won't be liking this little thing come morning." He spread my legs forcefully with his knee, sliding the slim vibrator up into my pussy. It felt like a tampon. He taped the battery pack to my leg and stepped back. "With this," he held up a remote for me to inspect. "I can control the strength of the vibrations." He turned it on, and soft tingles ran through my pussy as it came to life. I relaxed a little bit. This wouldn't be so bad. "I modified this vibrator myself. When your pussy contracts, the vibrations will slow down. When it relaxes, the vibrations become stronger." He set the remote down and pressed a button. Immediately, the vibrations picked up, charging my relaxed pussy. Now I was beginning to realize his little game. But still, it wasn't nearly as bad as another whipping would be. He smiled knowingly when I regained a bit of my defiance, staring him down. He reached over and adjusted the crank, lowering the chain until I could stand flat-footed. "Have a pleasurable night," he said sinisterly before leaving the same way we had come in. The metal door at the top of the stairs clanged shut, leaving me alone. Tristan hadn't lied to me about the device. I didn't fight the pleasant tingles that raced through me as I built towards an orgasm. Sweat beaded on my brow as my breathing increased. I shifted position slightly, pressing my legs together and contracting on the vibrator. Immediately, the sensations diminished. "Shit," I growled, angry at myself for ruining my orgasm. I waited patiently until the vibrator resumed its earlier pace. This time, I was more patient. I forced my trembling legs to stay straight as I waited for it. I let my head fall backwards as the sensations became too strong to bear. I moaned as the climax approached. Just a little more, just a little more. I could feel my pussy contracting, preparing for release. The vibrator stopped. Just like that, it cut off all ministrations. I almost screamed in frustration as I was left on the edge. My pussy quivered, trying to find that extra bit to push me over the edge. I tried to squirm my hands out of the cuffs, but it was useless. Gradually, my body relaxed, drawing farther and farther away from release. I sagged, wanting to lie down. I jerked upright as the vibrator once again came to life, triggered by the relaxation of my body. "No," I moaned. Now I was understanding Tristan's little diabolical device. Even pleasure had been twisted by his sadistic mind. In fact, I was sure that the bastard was watching somehow, probably jerking off before he went to sleep. I looked around for a camera, knowing that there were probably several around. There it was, mounted on the ceiling, staring down at me with its one eye. "Fuck you!" I shouted at it. Being a church girl my whole life, I had never said anything so vulgar before. I was a little shocked, but it was overcome by anger. I repeated the phrase, venting my frustration. The camera stared back unsympathetically. A bead of sweat began sliding down in between my breasts as the pace picked up again. This was going to be an unbearably long night. Captured and Enslaved Ch. 03 My head jerked up when I heard the door at the top of the basement stairs creak open. My tortured body was aching for the release that wouldn't come. There was a small puddle of moisture next to each foot, where my juices had dribbled down my legs from the constant stimulation. I was covered in a sheen of sweat, and my legs were trembling beneath me. "Well, it looks like you had a fun night," Tristan said, coming to stand before me. I glared at him in hatred. "Oh, don't look at me that way," he sighed, brushing a damp tendril of hair away from my cheek. "I brought you a little present to cheer you up." He produced a studded leather collar from behind his back. I tried to squirm away from the disgusting device, but he easily buckled it around my slender throat, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "I think it suits you," he mused to himself. "Fuck....you," I panted, the vibrator still hard at work inside my slippery cunt. "Manners, pet," he chided me. "You're wearing my collar. You are my slave. And I don't tolerate slaves talking back to their masters. But, this is your first day, so I'll overlook that one. In fact, we will begin your slave training etiquette right now." He sat down on the cage in front of me and folded his arms across his chest. God, I hated the sight of him. All fresh and clean after a good sleep in a comfortable bed. His hair was still even wet from a shower. Thinking of a shower only made me more aware of my sticky body and my raging thirst and hunger. "What do you want with me?" I asked, trying to stand up straight with what little strength I had left. "Obviously you picked me for a reason." Tristan shrugged. "I did choose you specifically, but not for the reasons that you think. Really, it's just unfortunate that you chose to become involved with the wrong people. But there is nothing that you can do about it now." Tangled with the wrong people? What was that supposed to mean? Whatever his purpose for her was, it was more than just a sex slave. "I haven't trained a submissive in years, much less a slave, but the process has always come naturally to me, courtesy of the sadist inside. So let's begin with the basics," he said, changing the subject. "As a slave, you must refer to me by a specific title. I've decided that I like master. From now on, you will address me only as Master, unless I specify otherwise. Do you understand?" Now that was a humiliation that I refused to bear. Calling my kidnapper and tormentor Master? I could think of nothing more shameful. My cheeks were already coloring at the mere suggestion. The title brought to mind images of me crawling and groveling before his feet, and that was something that I would never do. So I remained stubbornly silent, my eyes cast on the floor. "You may ask me one favor. One question," he said abruptly. My eyes shot up to his hopefully before I could stop myself. I decided that I might as well answer. I didn't like the mischievous light in his eyes though. "I want you to take out the vibrator." I desperately wanted the diabolical device out of my exhausted body. "I am willing to take it out. Just as soon as you ask me. Properly." He sat in front of me patiently, arms crossed over his chest, waiting. I couldn't degrade myself like that. I just couldn't. To my shock, after a few moments of silence, Tristan stood up and slid the dripping vibrator out of my pussy. He reached up and unlocked the shackles around my bruised wrists, letting them fall to my sides. I rubbed the soreness away as the tingling blood rushed into my hands. But he didn't leave me free for long. Out of nowhere, he came up with a length of rope. He guided my hands behind my back and tied them together tightly. He left me standing on my own as he pulled two dangling clips on separate strings over on a moving track set in the ceiling. I saw where this was going, and I tried to dash away, but my legs were weak after standing all night, and Tristan easily caught me. He positioned me under the clips, lowering them until they were on the level of my breasts. "Please don't, they're so sensitive," I pleaded. He held up a hand. "You do not have the right to speak, slave, until you address me properly." I shut my mouth, determined to hold out. My resolve wavered as he screwed one of the alligator teeth clamps on my left nipple. I bit my lip and managed not to scream, though I whimpered when he fastened the second one to my other nipple. His dark blue eyes crinkled as I fought to hold back my cries of pain. "It only gets better from here," he assured me. "Now, did you have something you wanted to ask me?" When I didn't answer, he pulled out a small triangular weight and hooked it on to the looped end of the cord that was thrown over the pulley at the top. My nipples were stretched upwards. I gasped in shock, rising up on my tiptoes to try to alleviate some of the biting pain. Still, I remained silent. The pain was bad, but the humiliation of calling him master would be even worse. Tristan added another, bigger weight. I yelped as my nipples were stretched out even more, the metal teeth digging into the sensitive buds. "Had enough yet?" he asked. I gritted my teeth and tried not to think about the pain. Don't let him reduce you to an animal, Emory. The third weight, with the added pressure of his fingers yanking down, had me howling at the pain. My nipples felt like they were about to be ripped off of my chest. Tristan flicked the largest weight, sending the cord swinging back and forth. I moaned, wanting to relieve the agony but unable to, due to my bound hands. Without a word, Tristan turned on his heel and left the basement. Was he angry? I didn't like the thought of an angry Tristan. If he was this sadistic when he was amiable, could I even hope to survive the consequences of his wrath? The pain in my chest was becoming unbearable when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Tristan appeared, and balanced on his hand was a tray of steaming hot food. The smell was heavenly as it hit me, reminding me of my powerful thirst and hunger. "Ah yes, I thought you'd react to this," Tristan commented. He set the tray down on a steel table about ten paces away, where the smell would still tantalize my complaining stomach. This torment was too much to resist. "Did you have something you wanted to ask me?" he smirked. That smirk almost made me growl. I lifted my chin and stared at him defiantly. His grin only widened. "Emory, I don't understand what you think you're accomplishing by holding out. You know that you will inevitably submit. Why make it more painful for yourself?" He picked up a riding crop off of a shelf as he sauntered towards me. I closed my eyes, the growling in my stomach pronounced because of the food sitting in front of me. My eyes sprang open when I felt the light swish of the crop against my brutalized nipples. The blow wouldn't have done more than sting, normally, but on my clamped nipples, it felt like a bolt of fire. I screamed, and screamed again as he struck the other one. "Please!" I knew my cries would do no good. "Master, please!" He stopped whipping me immediately. "What did you say?" he asked. I lowered my head in defeat, knowing that he expected the full question. "Master, please stop whipping me." He backed up, tapping the crop against his palm. "There, was that so hard?" He carefully placed the crop back in its original position, whistling a foreign tune as he strolled toward the stairs. "Wait!" I called, panicked. "What about letting me eat?" He turned back, a feigned look of surprise on his face. "Why, you didn't ask me if you could eat." He was clearly waiting for me to humiliate myself further. My cheeks burned red, but I forced myself to say it. "Master, will you please let me eat?" "I'm sorry, pet, but remember, I only allowed you one question. It's not my fault that you squandered it on stopping a whipping." He shrugged as if there was nothing he could do about it. I lost my subservient address then. "You sick bastard!" I screamed at him. "I was going to return in an hour, but your lack of respect will add another sixty minutes to it. Care to make it longer?" I shut my mouth, though I desperately wanted to hurl obscenities at him until I was blue in the face. I could stand on my tiptoes for two hours with my nipples tightly clamped! I obviously didn't have a choice though, which Tristan made clear as he exited the basement, slamming the door shut with finality. Every time I was forced to rest my aching calves, the pain in my nipples increased, pulling my petite breasts upwards until I was forced to rise back up on my toes. Tears continuously rolled down my face. I had expected my nipples to grow numb as the minutes passed, but if possible, the pain grew sharper. On top of that, the tray of food with its big glass of ice water still sat in front of me, taunting me. I tried to pull away and forcefully rip the clamps off of my nipples, but the excruciating pain had me screaming and balancing on my toes again. By the time Tristan came back, I was about to faint. "Did you enjoy this lesson, pet?" I shook my head vehemently no. "I'm granting you another question. Be careful how you use it." I spoke slowly, not wanting to get caught in another technicality. "Please take off the nipple clamps and let me eat." Tristan sighed. "Try again." Try again? Oh right. "Please, Master, take off the nipple clamps and let me eat." There was a sarcastic tinge to my words, but I couldn't help that. Tristan had mercy on me then, for he came forward and unscrewed the clamps. I groaned as the blood came rushing back into the released nubs. Tristan untied my hands and left me standing there as he walked back to the table. I took one step forward before he stopped me. "Crawl," he said simply. I stood there motionless, stupefied at his command. He pointed at the floor, making his meaning clear. There was nothing else I could do but what he commanded. I was at my breaking point. I hadn't eaten or drank in almost twenty hours, and after a night of continual sexual manipulation bound in a standing position, I was about to collapse. So I got down on my hands and knees and crawled toward him. The cool concrete was smooth, thankfully, and it was a relief to take the weight off of my aching feet and calves. I reached Tristan's polished shoes and dared a glance up at him. With a condescending air, he set the tray down in front of me. Without waiting for permission, I dug in. I felt Tristan's amused grin on me, but I didn't care. The food was cold, but still delicious. Once I had finished everything on my plate, and downed the tall glass of water, I was so sleepy I could have curled up right there on the cold floor and slept for hours. But of course, Tristan had other plans for me. "I believe that we need to break you down further while we're already at this point," he said, as if he had just reached a decision. "And besides, I have nothing else scheduled today. Come, pet." He held out his hand. Warily, I took it, allowing him to pull me to my feet. I was pleasantly surprised that he didn't tie my hands again, though the feeling evaporated when he pulled out a leash and clipped it to my collar. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes until his back was turned. Seizing the opportunity, I also flipped him off, but it was hard to make my fingers do that comfortably for the first time. Tristan led me up the stairs and out into the main level. It was too bright, due to the white floors and sunshine streaming in through the floor to ceiling windows. Tristan didn't pause to let my eyes adjust as he took me to the front door, through which I had been escorted the night before. The mansion interior shocked me, especially after seeing the dark and crude basement. It was beautifully and expensively decorated in white with green accents. It struck me then that this house actually suited Tristan perfectly. Everyone saw the polished outward appearance, but if they were to look a little deeper, they would see the depravity and the filth inside. We passed through the double doors and out into the harsh Texas sun. It was summer, and the day was scorching hot. After the damp coolness of the basement, the heat hit my naked body like a wall. The expansive lawn spread until it hit the treeline and the narrow white gravel road that led to the front gates. There was only a tall iron fence along the lane, leaving the forest wide open. It seemed careless of Tristan to me, but it might prove to be my best escape option. "Before you begin making your great escape plans, there is an electric line around the entire house and lawn that is connected to your collar. One foot over that line, and you'll receive a nasty shock. Continue to press forward, and the strength of the shocks will increase until you either pass out or die. So I would recommend setting your mind to something else." I fingered the collar around my neck, hating the heavy feel. It was lined with leather on the inside, so it wasn't as uncomfortable as it could have been. It was the disgrace of it. What kind of people chained human beings up like dogs for their pleasure? I had never heard of anything like it. Tristan was a maniacal psychopath, and I had to get away before he did something that would really hurt me. "Keep up, pet," he said, yanking shortly on the leash. I stumbled and picked up my pace. The coolness from the basement had been burned off of my skin, letting the heat seep into my pores. Whatever Tristan had planned, I hoped that it would be quick. Perhaps he was going to let me roam around unleashed, bound by the electric boundaries of my collar. He waved pleasantly at a gardener, who was working over a bed of exotic grasses and other green plants. Not a flower could be spotted anywhere. "Here we are," Tristan announced as we arrived behind the house. In front of us, the yard sloped down slightly to meet the forest. The mansion behind us didn't cast much shade because the sun was almost directly overhead. Set up on the plush grass was a large wooden X frame, facing the back balcony of the house. I resisted instinctively as he pushed me towards it, but I was no match for his strength. His hands wrapped around my upper arms and propelled me towards the sinister looking device. "Relax, it's not as bad as all that." His accented words did little to reassure me. "In fact, once I strap you in, I won't lay a finger on you." My eyes jerked up to meet his skeptically. "Then what is the point of this if you're not going to torment me?" I asked. He smirked a little as he buckled my wrists to the outstretched arms of the frame. "Believe it or not, I do have a life outside of kidnapping and torturing young girls. I have a meeting today, but instead of leaving you alone to build up your defenses, I have decided to continue your training while I am away." "You're going to leave me out here?" I asked in disbelief. The sun beat down in waves on my bare pale skin. "Yes." "But I'll burn!" I couldn't help whimpering. He squinted up at the sky. "It's around two-thirty in the afternoon right now. The house will block the sun at around seven o'clock. I think you'll be able to survive that, don't you?" "I did what you asked," I pleaded. "I called you master. I crawled on the floor, I followed you on the leash!" "But, as you have been demonstrating for the past several minutes by speaking so freely to me, you have not taken the rule to heart," he reminded me as he bent to secure my ankles. I bit my lip, realizing that I had not addressed him with his self-appointed title at all. His hand brushed against my pussy lips nonchalantly as he stood up, and I lurched against my restraints. He looked at me quizzically. "Emory, are you a virgin?" There was no way that he could possibly know that just from looking at me, but I couldn't lie to his piercing eyes. "Technically, yes." "Interesting," he mused. He didn't elaborate as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. I hated how his eyes roamed over my body, as if it belonged to him and was no longer my own. I tugged on the buckled shackles, but it was mainly just for a show of resistance. I knew that Tristan wouldn't make a mistake and leave one loose. He smiled at me, and if I wished to god that I could wipe it off of his smug face. Hate welled up in me as I realized the ordeal I was about to go through. "I'll send Brady out to turn you in a couple of hours," he said before turning and walking back up to the house. I watched him go the entire way, and not once did he look back. "That son of a bitch," I muttered as soon as he disappeared inside. Tendrils of hair were already stuck to my skin with sweat, and this was just the beginning. TRISTAN'S P.O.V. As soon as I stepped inside the air-conditioned foyer of my house, Sandra was there, dressed in her black uniform. "Sir, Camille Ramirez called for you. She is holding on line two," the diminutive maid informed me. "Tell her to call back later. I have more important things on my mind." She winced but turned to do as she was told. Business with Camille would have to wait. I took the curved staircase two steps at a time, my immaculate shoes clicking on the white marble floor as I arrived at my study. The lock was released as I tapped the appropriate code into the security pad. Contrary to the rest of the house, my personal study was dark, decorated in shades of black and gray. The weight fell off of my shoulders as I closed the door behind me. The office was pristine, not a paper out of place. The white marble had been traded in for a rough slate floor, the texture of which I found extremely pleasing. This is where I could let the facade fall and not worry about prying eyes. I loosened the tie around my neck as I slowly walked toward the desk at the other end. A black leather sofa with a coffee table and a large stuffed easy chair were the only other pieces of furniture that occupied the room. I sank into the tall chair behind the desk, feeling the tensions melt away. Emory was more than I had imagined her to be, I mused to myself. She was tougher, more stubborn, more defiant. It wouldn't last for more than a couple of weeks though. But two weeks was too long. I needed her degraded in several days time. I had waited long enough to put this plan into motion. I would need to spend more time with her. I couldn't give her a rest at all if she were to be ready to take up her unconscious role. I almost smiled when I remembered discovering her involvement with the pastor's son, Lee. It had added a delicious element to my plan, one that I was about to savor at this very moment. I shifted to the side and pulled my cellphone out of my pocket. The number had been memorized long ago as I dialed it mindlessly. I took a deep breath, pushing down the raw excitement that welled up within me. "Hello?" The young male voice answered. "Lee Donovan?" "Yeah, that's me. Who is this?" "Have you been missing Emory?" I waited in the two seconds silence, anticipating his horror. "What is that supposed to mean? Where is she? Do you know? Tell me." I grimaced a little at his unoriginal questions. "I have her," I answered simply. "Give her back," he said coldly. "Or I'm calling the police right now." Dear god, the police, I thought sarcastically to myself. The boy didn't appreciate my status. "What do you want?" he asked. Finally, an interesting question. "I will let you know when the time is right," I said before hanging up. I leaned back in my chair, pleasure filling my being as I realized that the plan was, at long last, in motion. Almost against my will, my hand strayed towards the leftmost drawer in the desk. Outside, my control was absolute. In here, I was just a man, subject to his whims and desires. So I pulled open the drawer, knowing exactly what I would see. A picture, yellowed and fading though it had been carefully preserved in an expensive glass frame. But no matter how lavish the frame or how impressive the desk in which it was kept, the photograph looked tired and cheap. An interesting analogy could be made to myself, but I decided to think on that later. Captured and Enslaved Ch. 03 I stared at the smiling faces as I felt the familiar anger rise up, the same anger that had fueled my passion for success. I smiled grimly. That fury had served me well in the past, but now was time for vengeance. And Emory was an integral part of this plan, whether she liked it or not. Captured and Enslaved Ch. 04 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear self-appointed critics: Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I am doing with this story, and it's exactly what I want to do. I have been a reader in this category for years, and it's challenging to find stories that are well-written and truly non-consensual. It may not be the most popular category, true non-consent, but there are those of us who really like stories like this. Emory's P.O.V. I probably dozed off, though I couldn't tell for sure. I could feel my skin burning, but there was nothing I could do about it. The gardener, Brady, gave me water when he turned me around on the X frame, exposing my protected back to the sun. I refused to let Tristan mind fuck me like this. Forcing me to wait and anticipate his next cruelty was terrifying me, and since I knew that he was counting on that, I decided to think about something else. As much as I wanted to believe that Lee was going to rescue me, it was time to be realistic. I had to start thinking for myself. The experiences of the last twenty four hours had forced me to change in drastic ways, leaving my sheltered mind groping for any shred of reality. Dependence could be on no one but myself. And I had to escape from this mad man as soon as possible. I took my mind off of my predicament by thinking of possible escape scenarios. There were holes in Tristan's defenses and plans. There had to be. I just had to figure out how he worked in order to find them. Though it was a distasteful task, I reviewed everything I knew about him. He was an admitted sadist. Obviously successful, judging by his mansion and designer clothes. Incredibly self-controlled. This was only making me lose hope. What could be a weakness? Was there anything out of place in his granite image? My mind latched on to his little game with the vibrator, and then his cruel play with making me beg for food. He liked games, that much I was sure of. But how was that a weakness? I felt my spirits falling, but I refused to give up. Maybe Emory, I thought to myself, in order to beat him at his game, you have to outplay him. Trick Tristan at his own games? Unlikely. But perhaps if I introduced an activity of my own, he would take the bait. Even if I couldn't escape, getting to know how his mind ticked could only be an advantage. Besides, I knew that there was some other reason for my abduction. I just had no idea what it could be. My thoughts took a different direction as I half dozed against the wooden cross, my face pressed against the polished wood. Just two days ago, I had been sitting with Lee after church, blushing at his whispered suggestion of sex. He had seemed almost as shocked as I was with his bold proposition. But I had agreed. I had watched porn before, but before Lee came over, I watched hours and hours of videos until I was so horny I didn't know what to do with myself. Lee had done the same thing before suggesting that he come over, judging by the racy text messages that had flown back and forth between us. I knew that deep under the sweet and sassy church girl image was a sexy woman trying to get out. I could feel it, and I had believed that Lee would be the one to set her free. Maybe Tristan is the one who will liberate you, a nasty voice whined in my head. My eyes popped open with the shock of the notion. Tristan was evil. He would never liberate me in any way. His twisted soul was made to beat me down and change me into a mindless slave. But I would win. I kept telling myself that over and over. Tristan's P.O.V. The sun was setting as I strode back out into the cooling humid air. Emory was dozing in her bonds, her skin a pleasing pink, as if she had just been given a good whipping. I stepped behind her, running my hands down her back and over the slim curve of her hips. She really was a pretty little thing, which made tormenting her that much more enjoyable for me. She moaned, raising her head as she automatically shied away from my touch. "Did you enjoy your respite?" I asked, unshackling her left wrist. "As a matter of fact, I did," she surprised me by answering clearly. I quickly wiped the frustration from my face, almost before the emotion made itself known. This session had backfired on me, it seemed, giving her a chance to regroup. I unchained her other hand and bent down to loose her ankles. "Remember your manners, pet," I reminded her as she turned to face me. "Master," she said with a little smile, as if she knew something that I didn't. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Careful," I warned her. This attitude was going to cost her. She had to be close to cracking. She was running on a few hours of troubled sleep and a lot of physical and psychological torture. She thought she was going to beat me. I smirked as she stared up at me, waiting for my next move. I would win this game of wills. I always won. "Wait until you see what I have planned for you in my basement," I murmured, fingering her leather collar. She paled but kept her confidence as I led her back to the house. My steps were light on the marble floor as I walked behind her, anticipating the session to come. I purposefully kept my hand on her shoulder, feeling her shudder involuntarily at my touch. Now that we were out of the outside dusk, I could see that her skin was very pink all over, darker in some places. She hung back a step as we came to the basement door, clearly afraid. It was a good sign. I had suffered a minor setback, but I was about to remedy that. "Go on. Show me how strong you are. Prove to me that my tricks aren't working on you," I taunted her, my voice deep and sinister enough to make her shake. She lifted her chin and yanked open the door, almost hitting herself with the corner. Step by trembling step, she forced her legs to carry her down the stairs. It always interested me how people always reacted differently to my playroom. Slaves were terrified, afraid of their impending punishment. Close friends were interested in my different toys if they enjoyed a similar lifestyle. Others were taken aback, a bit frightened. Descending into the basement was the opposite of entering my study. My posture became more predatory, my thoughts darker, my movements more sensual and dangerous. It was an interesting effect, how simple spaces in a house could change me like that. "Turn around," I instructed her, watching as goosebumps were raised on her arms and shoulders. She turned to face me, folding her arms across her chest defiantly. They always did that. I had only ever seen her completely naked, and now she chose to be embarrassed. "Arms at your sides," I said. She stubbornly kept them across her breasts. "Don't make me repeat myself." She looked as if she were going to drop her arms, but kept them in place after all. I took two steps forward and wrapped my fist in her dark hair, forcing her to back up until she bumped the wall. Her pulse fluttered at her throat as fear clouded her eyes. The sight was intoxicating. Her fear of me was like a drug. Built into the cinder blocks were straps, ready and waiting for her limbs to fill them. I had her wrists already fastened before she knew what I was doing. "Let me go!" she screamed, pulling at them. Inwardly I was exasperated, but my face remained impassive. A quick backhand to her face shut her up. "I am at the end of my patience for your lack of respect," I hissed, grabbing her jaw tightly and forcing her to look at me. "Keep testing me and I will teach you your manners the hard way." I released her and watched as she breathed heavily, working her jaw back into place. As I paced over to one of the shelves, she remained silent, though I could feel her wary eyes on me. I had put her in her place, but it was only temporary. I could sense her defiance, even from over here. It was time to accelerate the game. Could her will to remain independent win out over my persistent desire to force her to submit? I knew the answer before the question was complete. "This is the Wartenberg wheel," I informed her, holding up the little spiked instrument. It resembled a pinwheel, but was far more painful. The little spikes were very sharp, though not enough to draw blood. Just big enough and sharp enough to set her nerve endings on fire. And with her already blushing skin, the effect would be doubled. She didn't look impressed by the small device, a reaction that I had planned on. She would soon learn to fear even the smallest of my collection of instruments. Lightly, I ran the wheel up between her small breasts, watching as her eyes widened in understanding. The wheel had been invented to test for sensitivity, but with substantial pressure applied to her tender skin, it would have her writhing in pain. "If you think that's exciting, wait until we move to the more tender areas." I slid the wheel squarely over her right nipple, relishing the gasped moan of pain that escaped her. I ran it over her left nipple twice, making her fight to get away from me. Each pass would only make the tortured skin more painful. She had not reacted so well to the brutal whipping, so perhaps this method would bring her to the edge. The torture was slow and drawn out, and it didn't draw blood or raise significant welts, so I could continue for hours. I left her breasts and ran the wheel down the line of her taut stomach, lessening and applying pressure through the needles at random points. Emory whimpered as I reached the tender folds of her pussy. The hair wasn't thick at all, but I preferred my women to be clean shaven. Still, it hadn't protected her sex much from the burning rays of the sun. She gritted her teeth as the spikes pricked her sensitive skin. I met her eyes and was surprised when she smiled grimly down at me. "Is that all you've got?" she challenged. I was shocked, though I didn't show it. What had happened to my subdued, quiet little Emory? The shock of being captured and enslaved must have been a lot for her to handle, which might explain her meek behavior of earlier. I had planned to torture her in my basement for hours, but now, the desire was gone. It had vanished as soon as her fiery eyes met mine. My plans had been carefully laid over the years, and I couldn't afford to lose my cool now. My obsession made an intimidating wall, but it was brittle, able to be shattered, and I was more than aware of that. I needed time to think, I needed to regroup. There was only one place that I had designated for that purpose. Emory's P.O.V. Tristan was insane, at least a little bit. There was no question in my mind anymore that I was in the hands of a truly damaged person. He was so careful, so clever, so driven, but maybe that was his downfall. Tristan wasn't a professional slave trader, obviously. Unexpected behavior threw him off, I could tell, even through his cruel facade. He was fragile, and I knew that I had to find out how to break him. What motivated his madness? Something about me and the people I associated with. I knew that this instance was a very small chink in Tristan's armor, but it was a victory, no matter how small. Silently, he unbuckled my restraints. Now I was almost scared, more than I had been when he was using that biting wheel over my body. What if I did succeed in breaking him? What would happen? Would he fly off the handle, seriously injure, maybe kill me? Tristan clipped a lead to my collar, ignoring me as he started towards the stairs. "Where are we going?" I asked. He didn't answer as we ascended the stairs. "Tristan, what-" He raised a hand, cutting off my sentence. I swallowed, staring at the back of his head with big eyes. His anger was too controlled, like he was used to the rage. He used his rage to clear his thoughts and fuel his sadistic mind. He led me up the curving white staircase, down the hall until we reached a locked door. He tapped in the security code too quickly for me to see, allowing the door to pop open with a hiss. Inside, the room was decorated in shades of Tristan. The basement terrified me, because it represented Tristan's debasement. This room represented his determination, his passion, his soul. I shook my head, disturbed at the depth of Tristan's character that I was uncovering at every turn. To my shock, I felt a stab of pity for his tortured soul. Angrily, I pushed away that feeling, disgusted with myself. What was wrong with me? A little display of a chink in his tough facade and I was sympathizing with a sadist? He closed the door behind me, and I gulped, suddenly more aware than I had ever been of the imposing man standing in front of me. His whole being screamed control; it was almost palpable. Thoughts of his breakable mind and any sort of victory on my part went flying from my mind. I truly feared this man, in this, his sacred domain. The horrors of the basement paled in comparison to this place. It bore down on me, threatening to suffocate me with its black walls and sharp edges. Tristan had changed as soon as we stepped inside. His control was perfect, his power supreme in here. Stop it, I chided myself. It was a mind game, obviously, and since I knew that, it should be easy to overcome it, right? "On your knees," he commanded, finally meeting my eyes with his icy blue ones. Before I had time to consider my best move, I dropped to my knees automatically. My mouth tightened in frustration at myself, but something told me that Tristan wouldn't tolerate any resistance in here. "Come." He walked ahead of me down the rectangular room, and I crawled after him, the slate floor on my knees making me wince. A simple metal ring was fixed to the side of the large desk, and to that Tristan clipped my lead. I hesitantly wavered on my knees as he sat in the tall black chair, picking up a sheaf of papers and beginning his work. The exhaustion that was long overdue hit me hard, and I sat down heavily next to his chair. The lead was too short to allow me to lean against the wall, and lying down on the floor next to him like a dog was out of the question. Tristan, I am sure, was well aware of my predicament, but his eyes never touched on me as I tried to get comfortable. I finally pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, resting my head on my knees. Despite the awkwardness of the position, I dozed off almost right away. The piercing sound of a phone ringing woke me with a start. I blinked the sleep from my eyes as Tristan pulled the buzzing device out of his pocket. "Hello?" The voice on the other end was too quiet for me to make out the words, but I was pretty sure it was a women. A faint strain of exasperation passed over Tristan's face as he listened for several seconds. "I thought I told you to wait," he interjected. More talking from the other end of the line. I strained to hear, but it was no use. Tristan stared at me absently with irritation directed at the speaker. Finally, he stood, obviously resigned to the fact that the woman was not intending on hanging up any time soon. Without a word to me, he strode out of the room, leaving the door cracked open. As soon as he disappeared, I sat up straight, both hands latching onto the leather leash that tethered me to his desk. I pulled on it with all of my might, but it didn't loosen at all. The clip was locked around the ring in his desk, and I soon discovered a similar lock on my collar. Well, this wouldn't be my moment of great escape, but perhaps there was something else that I could do. I slipped around behind the desk and started pulling out drawers. I could hear Tristan's deep voice as he slowly paced back and forth outside, and I knew that the consequences for snooping would be severe. The three drawers on the right didn't reveal much, just stacks of shipping records and bills. Surely there was information on those papers, but I didn't have enough time to search through them. The top left drawer was locked, unfortunately for me. Whatever was in there was probably worth its informative weight in gold. Keeping an eye on the door, I lifted the stack of papers in the bottom right drawer. After only a few seconds of searching, I found Tristan's full name listed. Tristan N. Asaria. Odd name that fit with his odd accent. I set the papers back down into the drawer when a piece of card paper caught under my fingernail. I set the papers back inside but pulled out the piece of paper. Jackpot, I thought excitedly to myself. It was a photograph. I flipped it over and my blood chilled. It was the picture of Pastor Donovan and Lee that was in our church directory. It had obviously been dropped in this drawer long ago and forgotten. This must be what Tristan meant by getting involved with the wrong people. But what had the Donovan's ever done to him? Tristan didn't even sound like he was from the United States, and Pastor Donovan had lived in Texas for as long as I could remember. This picture had obviously been here for a long time. What was the connection? And where did I fit into this? I shoved the picture back into the desk and slid the drawer shut, returning to my previous position just before Tristan entered the room. He sighed as he crossed the room to his desk. I kept my eyes on the floor, desperately trying to appear normal despite the information I had just gathered. I didn't know the connection to the Donovan's, but at least now I did have a full name to give to the police when I escaped. Tristan Asaria. "People always want to discuss private business when one is entertaining company," he said in way of an explanation for his abrupt exit. Entertaining company my ass, I thought to myself. Tristan leaned down and unlocked the leash from the desk, motioning for me to stand. I kept my eyes on the floor as I slowly got to my feet. I could feel Tristan's eyes appraising me. "Is there something you wish to tell me, pet?" he asked. I could feel the sweat beading on my skin under his stare. I mutely shook my head. "Come along then. I have business to attend to and you are far too distracting." Tristan took me downstairs and around behind the massive staircase, down a short hallway, and finally to a locked door. His broad shoulders blocked my view as he tapped the code into the pad, allowing the lock to spring free. The room's interior was off white and sterilized. A long padded leather bench was built into the wall, and a pillow and blanket were neatly folded at the foot of it. A single light was built into the ceiling, washing the room in a soft light. "Rest tonight," Tristan advised me, taking off the leash. "You'll need your strength for tomorrow." I took two steps away from him, still sensing his presence behind me. Slowly I turned to face him, fearing that he knew of my snooping around in his desk. Instead, he produced a bottle from behind his back. "Your sunburn isn't too severe, but this should take away the sting," he explained, holding it out. Warily I took it, reading the bold aloe vera label. Startled at his concern, I looked up and met his eyes just before he backed out, closing the door behind him. Tristan's P.O.V. Oh, my dear little Emory, I chuckled to myself as I walked away from the little cell she was confined in. The shocked expression on her face had been priceless. She was in way over her head. Did she think that I didn't see her analyzing my character and my motivations at every turn? It was a smart move on her part, not to be the captive resigned to her fate, but her lack of subtlety annoyed me. If she was smart enough to try to figure me out, she should be smart enough to hide her efforts. I could see it on her face, as clear as day, by her furrowed brow, narrowed eyes, pursed lips as she stared at me when she thought I wasn't looking. She thought she was making progress, but she was nowhere near uncovering anything of value to her. Captured and Enslaved Ch. 04 The downfall of a true genius is his desire to get caught, I mused to myself. Very true words. I liked to play my games fairly. I had given Emory all of the clues to figure me out. I was playing fair. She had a chance, if only she could put the pieces together. But she wouldn't. I was confident of that. Because beneath this bravado she was exhibiting was a meek little slut who didn't want to figure me out. She ached to trust me, though it went against all common sense. Emory probably wasn't even aware of it yet, but she soon would be. I had fucked with enough minds to know. Stockholm syndrome. I could already see it developing in the deep recesses of her eyes when I gave her the bottle of aloe vera. It wasn't sympathy on my part. It was a calculated move, like everything else, even the exaggerated moments of vulnerability in the basement. She was beginning to feel a loyalty to me that defied all reason. She would fight it, but her own conclusions about my past only fueled her pity. I knew that she had been digging around in my desk. I kept the important information locked away, but she should have found enough to begin to draw a few conclusions. When the time was right, she would play right into my hands. I needed a new plan though if she were to be ready in a few days time. I could torture her myself until she fell apart, but I wasn't inclined to go that route. I could do it, certainly, but it would only cause her to hate me, erasing all loyalty and pity she may feel. No, I had to impose fear, certainly, but I wanted her to look at me like her savior. I wasn't sure where this new interest had come from, only that toying with Emory thrilled me. How far could she be manipulated? How long would she hold out? How low could she be forced to go? These questions excited me to no end. I had intended to release her after she played her part, but she was too fascinating to me. I had never been so fully and completely in control of someone's fate before, and it was intoxicating. The first stages of a new course of action began to form in my mind. Delighted with my new direction, I slowly ascended the stairs to my bedroom. After all, if this were to work, I needed my rest just as much as Emory did. Captured and Fucked She sat with her back turned to the door, paperwork scattered in organized chaos in front of her. Her music floated gently from her computer speakers, and she hummed along softly, occasionally reciting a chorus or two. She heard the door open but did not look behind her. It was the end of the day and people were always going in and out as the shifts changed. She saw a form walking past her desk and deeper into the office. She turned her head to look at a far piece of paper and all of a sudden her world went dark. With a cry she tried to claw her way out of the rose scented hood, but a low grumbling voice laced with malice stunned her into silence. "You lift that hood you slut and you'll regret it." Roughly large hands lifted her from her chair and pulled her towards the front door. She opened her mouth to scream and suddenly one of the hands was clasped over her mouth. "None of that either you little bitch," he spat at her. "I really don't want to hit you, at least not here." Fear thrilled through her and she complied in stunned silence as he ushered her down the ramp to a vehicle that she could hear idling. She felt cold metal on her wrists and heard the tell tale sound of handcuffs being tightened before she was thrust down onto fabric and a door slammed shut behind her. Softly she began crying, the hood becoming increasingly wet. "Quite you cunt!" he growled at her from the front seat. "You think your tears will move me?" Slowly her tears stopped and she was lulled by the motion of the vehicle into a half sleep, her awareness spiking as turns were made and she was forced to shift positions. Her state was not helped by the slow classical music that her captor was playing. She was finally close to drifting to a deeper sleep when the car violently stopped. She shrieked in fear. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet!?" Her captor snarled, roughly lifting her over his shoulder, his hand lewdly sneaking up her skirt to grope her ass. "Such a beautiful ass. What I'd love to do with it," he said almost to himself as he walked. She wriggled and yelped as his finger probed the gusset of her thong, which started to moisten under his touch. "Dirty slut getting wet aren't you?" She cried softly again as he unlocked a door and walked inside, setting her on her feet before he closed and latched the door. She heard a clinking jingle and a few seconds later felt cold steel slip around her head and settled tightly against her neck. She stood and gave a slight shiver but gasped as the metal was tugged. She couldn't believe that the monster had put a choke chain around her neck, and yet her body betrayed her as she grew wetter than before. Slowly she was forced to walk around in an unknown area, choking slightly if she stumbled, which earned a malicious laugh from her captor. After about 5 minutes of her stumbling along, he shoved her onto a bed, forcing her to sit upright and whipping the hood off of her. She was blinded, but did not have time to recover her sight before a leather blindfold was put over her eyes, blinding her again. A leather covered o-ring gag was forced into her mouth and tied tightly, her tongue tasting it as a horse would chafe its bit. Her wrists were released next, but again she had no time for recovery before she was flipped over onto her stomach and her wrists shackled to something above her head. Cold metal slid along her back as her shirt and bra were cut off from her body, and her skirt and underwear were roughly ripped from her after that. He lifted her ass and spanked it roughly, making her cry out, her body betraying her yet again as her pussy started to drip. Roughly he shoved two fingers into her, laughing again at her. "Dirty teasing slut, such a whore lifting your ass to take more of my fingers." Roughly he pulled his fingers from her and spanked her more, harder even. She shook her head slightly, not wanting to enjoy the sweet pain that he was dealing her with his bare hand. But she did and her ass was moving almost on its own accord, begging for more. "Dirty filthy slut," he growled at her before he abruptly left her, leaving her red ass to be cooled by the open air. She slowly caught her breath, then tensed as she felt the bed move again; arching her back as cold hands were laid on her burning ass, moaning around the gag. "Like that don't you, you dirty bitch?" His voice was rougher with his apparent lust, a single finger probing her star. She cried out in pain and he spanked her ass again. "Haven't been trained for that yet have you? No worries that can be easily remedied, but not today." She heard a zipper being undone and she shuddered, the flesh breaking out in goose bumps as she clenched her fists. She couldn't help but moan when she felt a large cock head slipping up and down her folds, stopping at her clit and tapping it mercilessly until she was just about to be thrown over the edge. She cried out as he stopped, slicking his head with her juices again before plunging deep into her, his hands grasping her hips. The tips of his fingers hit the secret pressure point that only few of her past lovers could touch and she threw her head back and screamed in pleasure. Her grabbed her hair then with one hand and pulled, the other hand still guiding her hips as he thrust. Deeper and deeper he hit as her muscles spasmed as she came again and again, his groans only spurring her on. His curses and insults grew more and more intense as time went by, her pleading cries resounding when he pulled out before she had a full orgasm, his hand coming down hard on her ass as he spanked her again and again. Sometimes he even pulled the choke chain around her neck, her head going backwards in ecstasy as she started to float in subspace. "Dirty fucking CUNT," her captor groaned, his thrusts getting wilder and wilder as he neared the edge. She tossed her head and cried out loud, squirting as he kept hitting her sweet spot over and over and over again. As her body clamped down on his cock, he came with a roar, depositing all of his spunk in her pulsing pussy. He pulled out of her and spanked her more, telling her how dirty she was for taking his spunk, and she accepted it all, nodding her head frantically to his words, because she knew they were all true. Roughly the gag was ripped from her mouth and her captor's cock was thrust onto her face. "Clean it you whore, get all your nasty slut cream off my cock." Eagerly she complied, licking and suckling his cockhead gently, her tongue flicking at his eye, drawing out the last bit of cum that was still left. He groaned above her as she worked, his breath labored and he laid a hand on her head, urging her to suckle harder; which she did. She took it as deep as she could, swallowing slowly to create even more suction. He growled and shoved his cock deep into her mouth and she fought past her gag reflex, swallowing a surprise ejaculation as her captor came yet again, his hand fisting in her hair. "Good little slut," he praised as he released her from the shackles. "Don't take off the blindfold. You're not to see me." She pouted as she lowered her hands, and felt a single finger on her lips as she opened them. "Not a word beautiful girl."Gently he cleaned her up with a cool cloth and dressed her in clothes that fit and walked her out to the same vehicle he had captured her in. The trip back was quicker, and silent. "We're here," he said, his voice almost sad. "Keep the blindfold on pretty slut, and take it off only until after you cannot hear my car. When you see it, think of me." His lips nibbled at her earlobe and nipped the flesh before her belt was unbuckled and the locks released. She fumbled for the door handle and cautiously stepped out of the car. She closed the door behind her and waited. After a few moments she no long could discern the rumble of the vehicle from the background noise and she removed the blindfold, a look of wonder in her eyes as well as of lust. Could it be who she thought it was? She knew she'd never know, and that he'd never tell her even if it was him. Captured by A Cum Addict Being the manager of a bar, it was an occupational hazard to occasionally have to fill in for a no-show bartender or one who had called in sick. On this Saturday night I got the call to relieve the daytime bartender, as the night bartender hadn't made it to work. I'd had plans, but duty called. This Saturday was particularly busy, being in a ski resort with a record amount of snow, and I never had a chance to take a break or even have a smoke. The cocktail waitresses were scrambling too, but we all made pretty good tips. Finally we made it to last call, and the girls cleaned up while I closed down the bar. The bouncers successfully sent everyone home, except for Tiffany. She'd been flirting with me all evening, and I told them to let her stay. She was a fine looking woman, wearing a tight-fitting tank top with obviously no bra; she caused me to screw up a few drink calls with her pointy nipples. Eventually everybody except Tiffany hit the road and I locked all the doors. Now it was time for a smoke, and a drink. I mixed one for me, and one for Tiffany, then had to head for the bathroom. Whew! I thought as I peed , now I could relax for a little while. We sipped our drinks, and she put her hand on my leg, telling me that she needed a ride home. I had been in my usual state of arousal, and needed no coercion. It wasn't far to Tiffany's place, and the roads were clear of snow but pretty icy. I pulled into the driveway and she asked me to come in for a "nightcap". God I hated that word, but she laughed knowingly when she said it She poured us a few and then it was her turn for the bathroom. She'd turned on the TV and I sat watching some lame infomercial while waiting for her. She returned after a few minutes, wearing a robe. She sat very close to me and planted her lips on my neck. I turned and kissed her fully and deeply on her supple lips, while feeling her right breast. She slid her hand up my leg and clutched my solid cock, and shivered. Then she panted, "Let's go into the bedroom". Tiffany took a DVD off of the shelf and loaded it, telling me it was her favorite. "Oral Ecstasy" or something like that; it looked pretty good had I not blacked out after it had just begun. Some time later I came to; at least I thought so. I was so groggy, yet I'd only had two drinks. I then realized I'd been drugged. My first thought was to up and leave, except my wrists and ankles were tethered. I writhed for a minute, to no avail. Tiffany was sitting in a chair next to the bed, with an electronic control next to her. I was returning to reality when I felt a clenching around my scrotal tubes. I couldn't see what caused the sensation; just then she turned a knob on the control. My balls tingled with what I figured was an electrical shock – I looked into her glazed eyes and she turned the knob up a notch. My nuts were churning and working overtime. She saw my reaction and turned it up another notch. I writhed more and more before she hit the off switch and crawled between my wide open legs. I sighed a breath of relief as she engulfed my dripping cock in her soft, wet mouth. She took the whole length into her throat about three times before I exploded into her stomach, listening to her gulp, maybe five, six or seven times, before I again lost consciousness. This continued until about nine the next morning – she probably procured about 4 heavy cumloads from my aching balls, then her phone rang. I could just hear her in the living room, then she returned and said she'd have to leave in about half an hour. She harvested my juice once more, and then released my left wrist.Tiffany thanked me profusely for quenching her thirst, and having already dressed, hurried out the door. I was totally exhausted, and thought I might never be horny again. I undid the rest of the restraints and the coil off of my balls, and as I dressed I noticed a glass on her dresser, which looked like two fingers of cum..There was a note next to it: "Thanks, saving it for later". When summer finally bloomed, we'd go exploring, always with Tiffany begging me to pull into a secluded spot so she could have her "sweet dessert". She never did the electro thing with me again, but I know she has with others. I lost touch with her, but I have a strong feeling she is up to her old tricks and will never be satiated. Captured By Aliens Lieutenant Beni Zaga was being led with the rest of the prisoners along the trail at the edge of the marsh. The engagement with the Hotorans had not gone well with the Terran Expeditionary Forces and the command post had been overrun. So here she was with the rest of the communications staff being taken to their unknown fate. She was twenty-one and had been in the Colonial Marines for about a year and a half. Though in good condition she was not as well muscled as the other female troops that served in the field. She was mostly of Zosa ancestry but some Zulu had crept in over time, not that anyone really cared anymore. It was amazing what contact with aliens had done to the traditional ethnic rivalries on Earth. She was about one and three-quarters meters tall and was a magnificent black-skinned beauty. Even in her captive state she walked tall and proud. Unlike the other she didn't shy form holding her smooth round pointy breasts with pride and walked with no attempt to hide her genitalia. Unfortunately the hotorans were very cruel with their captives. They especially enjoyed casually abusing human females. Each night one of the women spent the evening being used as entertainment. For the hotorans it wasn't really sexual but the breasts, vaginas and anuses of their victims were convenient points of sensitivity to abuse. The first day the thirty-year-old Commander Larkin had been the first to experience the games that the hotorans enjoyed. She had her hands and arms tied to a pole that ran over the back of her shoulders. Then the hotorans formed three teams of six with each member using a special playing stick to score points. It was about a meter and a half long with an ovate nob at the business end. The knob was about twenty centimeters long and six thick at its maximum diameter. Larkin was a moderately thick waist woman of average looks. Before play was begun, she was briefly pinned face down and her anus copiously lubricated. Then the three teams faced off with her in the center. She was the ball and goal all wrapped into one. More specifically she was herded around by the teams who blocked and checked their opponents while trying to score or help in scoring by the team members. A point was scored when the ovate end of the stick was successful thrust up her anus. At first, the attempts failed due to her rather tight oriface. Despite direct hits that almost forced their way into her rectum the ovate failed to slip past its thickest point and into her anal cavity. She would shriek in pain with each strike and tumble forward. But with repeated attacks on her anus it became slowly stretched until the first point was scored. A captain of one team blocked an opponent and cleared the way for a team mate. He literally lifted her up off the ground and threw her half a meter as the stick beeped loudly with the score and she screamed at the same moment. The game went on for about two hours until Larkin lay on the field in exhaustion. The three captains conferenced and the winning team awarded it prize, Larkin. She was theirs as a slave, to do with as they pleased. The team captain casually rolled her over and forced the scoring stick into her very sore anus. Then as he slowly sodomized her as she weakly struggled he explained her duties to his unit. That next evening they had come to another encampment. As the company they were with set up camp she could see several fenced pits that she couldn't see into. However, the moaning that could be heard from them meant that something unpleasant was going on in them. After the camp was setup, the women were taken and forced to watch what was happening in them. Over a dozen women lay naked in the mud at the bottom of the pits. They were civilians from their teens to about fifty. Each was bound hand and foot their bodies slick with the fine clay mud. However, the horror of their situation was not that but the hundreds of large worm-like creatures slithering over their bodies. Around a meter long and up to three centimeters thick the animals slowly explored every centimeter of the women's skin. But the main center of activity was between each victim's legs. A shapely teen lay face down with her head on the side of the pit. She was so exhausted she had fallen asleep even as at least six or seven worms explored the gap between her thighs. As she watched, another forced it way between the girl's legs and the body slowly slid centimeter after centimeter into her. She was briefly roused by the new intruder burrowing into her vagina as she squirmed and moaned but then slipped back into her uneasy slumber. Once one had crawled as deeply into a woman as it could it would loop back and re-emerge so its entire body would pass in and out of her. Then a new commotion broke out. A woman in her late twenties was jerking and squirming wildly. Her beautiful round butt was bobbing franticly in the air, dislodging the worms from her vagina. A single worm sprouted from her anus. As she had been sleeping one of the worms had found her back door. By luck, since the creatures were generally not strong enough to force their way past the anal sphincter muscles, it had penetrated her anus. Beni watched with fascination and yet horror as the thing slowly worked its way into the woman's rectum. Like a large nightcrawler it stretched and contracted. As it stretched out it would stop sliding into her. Then, as it anchored itself in her bowels, it would pull several more centimeters of its body through her anal bud. She was only a few feet away and Beni could see that her orifice still valiantly tried to prevent further entry. As a new segment was pulled into her rectum, the anus spasmed and constricted on the shaft of the worms body. However, once it had anchored itself inside of her and well lubricated with mud the animal continued to inexorably burrow deep into her intestines. It didn't take long for the creature to crawl entirely into the woman's body. The posterior end disappeared into the anus. The opening relaxed closed now caked with mud it had stripped from the worm's body. The traumatized woman continued to squirm and cry out. Beni knew that she was till feeling the creature slithering through her intestines. After the evening meal, one of the pretty young marines was bound and thrown in the pit for fresh entertainment. The hotorans watched gurgling with pleasure and verbally abused the young female as the worms began to enjoy her vagina. The screaming seemed endless but finally settled into soft sobbing in the dark. As Beni slipped into an exhausted sleep, she wondered what would happen to her. Despite the horror of the young private sobbing and moaning only a few meters away Beni slid into a restless slumber. That day her turn came. As they marched along, they stopped wherever there were fallen trees in the marsh. After a brief search at each they moved on until they had found what they were looking for. At the first site that met whatever criteria the hotorans selected one of the nineteen-year-old blondes. She was staked out spreadeagle and face down on the ground by one of the logs. A hotoran gave her an injection. Then, after about five minutes, peeled one of the fruits they had picked up earlier in the day and forced it into her anus. Finally, they simply left her and moved on. After two more women were staked out they selected Beni. The same procedure was performed. After she was injected, she felt nothing but the reason for it soon became clear. She gasped as the slippery fruit was forced through her anus. As it pressed against the still tight muscles of her anal sphincter, she desperately wanted to expel it. She couldn't, the bowel contractions were blocked though all other muscles and nerves were still active and on duty. Then they left her as well. Hours later the sun had set. Although some insectoids had investigated her nothing seemed to be coming to abuse her. Then she felt the cold touch on her labia. As the organism explored her genitalia she was trying to figure out what it could be. The coolness had covered her entire groin and then the rasping of its mouth parts began she shuddered in horror realizing the identity of her attacker. It would be about one half to three-quarters of a meter long and would look like a terran land snail, only, bigger, wartier and meaner than the lowly mullusks of Earth. It didn't want her, it wanted the fruit and she knew it would get it. The rasping worked its way up as the coolness enveloped her anal region and then settled on her bung hole. The mouth could be projected about four or five centimeters on a short stalk. But once it had gleaned the residue of the fruit from as deep into her anus as it could it would force its way into her to get at the rest. She could feel the rippling of its powerful foot muscles on her labia and knew that in time the single long foot would slowly drive the head of the animal into her anus. Slowly the mouth was worked into her tender anus. Despite its contractions of protest the coolness burrowed deeper and deeper into the hot flesh of the opening. Though she was horrified at the thought of it entering her she was also helplessly aroused. Her anus gave way to the animal as it head began to follow the mouth up into her. Its flesh was cool and moist but not really slimy. The skin of its body was warty and nodulated so she could feel the bumpy texture of it pressing against the tender sensitive skin of the orifice. The head of the snail was about six centimeters in diameter but the body slowly thickens to almost ten where the shell was attached. After the head was buried in her, the rest soon followed. The cool nodulated skin slid though her sphincter muscles as the nodules teased her sensitive anal flesh. She could feel each one slip into her as the animal consumed the fruit and moved deeper in to get more. The muscular ripples of the foot caressed her labia and clitoris until they were full enflamed and engorged. The shell of the snail now pressed against the rim of her anus as the animal continued to feed. Although it was buried into her to its maximum thickness, the feeding was swelling the diameter of its body. The pain-pleasure coalesced into a powerful orgasm as she arched up, straining against her bonds and bellowed with primal fury. She then finally collapsed as the organism continued to feed within her. As she lay some hours later, it had finished feeding and slipped from her. As she slept the alien stars kept watch over her limp form. In the darkness there was one certainty, that this was only the first of many violations she would endure before the war ended and she was liberated. Captured by Faith I am the very image of an alpha male. I am big, strong, tattooed, bearded, possessed of a fierce and overwhelming will and mind that suits me well to my professional role as trouble shooter and manager in a production environment staffed by other alpha males, where if you can't hammer past the dominance issues you will never actually solve anything. I am good at what I do. Damned good. My wife's sex drive is not what it was, whereas my own is stronger than ever. Work stresses build up to the point that I need to either get laid wild and nasty, or I'm going to end up tearing off someone's head. I have been around and seen and done just about everything you can do with one or two women, so when the time came to walk on the wild side, I wanted to walk a little farther to try something new. "All your fantasies come true T4M" Well now, here we have it. A slim blonde transsexual, soft and alluring, demure and eager to please a real man like me. Damn but the thought had me hard. Yeah, that would be awesome, to have some little T-girl wrap her lips around my cock would be something wild indeed. From the ad, she was no blushing virgin, but an older 'girl' who was honest about what she wanted, and not going to balk at the last second. I know some people get off on virgins, but honestly, if that was as good as it got, who would have continued with sex in the first place? Give me experienced enough to be honest about what they want, and what they enjoy, rather than still pretending to only like what they think they ought to. Screw that. Pain is given, pleasure you have to actually go get. I answered the ad, and she had a place. I had put in a few hours extra early so that I only had to work a half Saturday, and could use the rest with the new girl, Faith. Damned if she wasn't the full deal. Heels on pretty painted toes, stockings running up long smooth legs to garters, a little lacy bra that matched over cute little titties, and bright pink painted lips. We kissed at the doorway and I let her feel my power as I grabbed her and pulled her close. She was so soft. She ran her hands over my back and my body shivered-what the fuck? Her touch left me trembling. Far freaking out. We sat on the couch and she sat beside me. Throwing a leg over my lap she told me to "Touch my legs" Three words, they went right through me like bullets. Right to my spine. Low husky voice, like an angel of lust, my whole body rocked under the impact of those words and my balls and nipples tightened like someone hooked them up to electrodes. I could no more have resisted her commands than I could have resisted gravity after stepping off a roof. I ran my hands over those soft smooth stockinged legs and my cock was hard as a rock. With a moan I ran my hands down to her perfect feet. Slipping off the couch to my knees at her feet, I stroked her calf and slim ankle, kissing my way down to her foot. Kissing her toes through the open toes of the shoe, she raised the foot so the heel was before my mouth and I took it into my mouth and sucked it, causing her to chuckle in a way that made my balls surge. "Take off my shoe" My hands were trembling like a virgin as I took off the high heeled shoe. She rubbed her foot over my face and I sucked her toes though the stockings. Running my hand up her legs to her stocking tops I found myself face to face with black lacy panties with a large bulge in them. Without any thought at all I buried my face in her panties and nuzzled like a baby. That chuckle sounded again and she took me to the bed and we lay down. She directed my mouth to her breast and I sucked hard on one nipple while she taught me to pinch the other one hard. She moaned and writhed against me. Rolling on her belly she whispered to me. "Take off my panties" Oh how I wanted to. I too them off, and kissed my way down her ass to her stocking tops, and down those perfect legs. Raising her ass, in invitation, somehow my mind had lost its earlier determination to put this little T girl in her place with my cock, and now all that remained was a feverish desire to serve her with my mouth, and yes, with my ass, if it would please her. Kissing across those smooth perfect ass cheeks caused he to moan, and push her ass back against my face. Without a thought, I did what I would do to any pretty cunt I wanted that badly, and began to kiss, lick, and tongue fuck that sweet sweet hole. Worshipping her ass, there is no other word for it, I was serving her pleasure, a slave to my own desire and her perfection. Reaching around I grabbed the swelling of the little girls cock, and it was not little. A massive shaft of pure pink perfection, it was smooth and hard and I moaned with desperation. "Oh baby, you are making me feel so good right now" Faith rolled over and the cock that I was born to worship rose before me, and I bowed to it and approached the altar of my desire. Taking her into my mouth I looked up at those heavily lidded eyes, those smoky blue eyes, and hoped only to put a smile on those perfect pink lips, and possibly, earn a taste of my goddesses' sweet sweet cum. I have had thousands of blow-jobs, and I know what I like, but how does that translate into giving one? I didn't know. All I knew is that I was ready to do whatever it took to please her. She shifted on the bed so we were almost in 69, and I took her deeper into my throat. I felt her run her fingers down my back and too my ass, and I presented to her like a bitch in heat, my body trembling for her touch as she gently touched my but hole and suddenly my whole body, my whole mind and spirit were hoping that she would take my ass, not the reverse. With a desperate moan I sucked harder and deeper and was rewarded with a steady stream of pre cum. Her cum was mana to me, was life itself. I sucked and sucked until she bade me to stop. I came here to take and use this T-girl, but what I found was not some faceless sex toy, what I found was Faith. She shone like sunlight, burned like fine whiskey, and enslaved me with her first three words. I was owned as surely as if she slapped a collar on me, and I told her so. I had no choice. I had been captured by Faith.