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Hopeless Situation Ch. 01

By: shandal



Who's in control? We all think we're the ones that are. But are we?

A story of non-consent, six chapters long, with a twist in the tail.

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Thank you slickNick2412 for your helpful suggestions.

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Chris sat watching the girl squirming in front of him, his hands resting on his flat stomach as he leaned back, feet crossed at the ankles lying against the shiny patina of the dark wood coffee table in front of him.

He saw see she was scared, her green almond shaped eyes seemed to dart from man to man around the room, looking for sympathy on each face and finding none. Her mouth slightly open as she took small fast breaths, her heart shaped face flushed with fear.

So she should be.

Frightened and wary. 

But not of the four men surrounding her.

No. Her main worry was the tall man deceptively lounging opposite her on the large brown leather sofa, his ice blue eyes pinning her to the high backed wooden chair where she sat, shaking and unsure of what was to happen to her.

Slowly uncrossing his ankles and placing his feet on the floor, Chris leaned forward, never taking his eyes off the frightened women, his arms resting on his splayed out thighs as he asked her in a deceptively quiet voice, "I'll ask you again, where is your boss, and what has he done with the money?"

Tears started to flow gently from her eyes as she looked across at the dark haired man that until today she had seen only a couple of times going into meetings with her employer, a high priced Lawyer to the rich and famous. She knew of Mr Landsman, some kind of powerful business figure that her boss was doing some work for, but had never spoken to him until today. 

Tall and charismatic with a lean face, thick well styled black hair and ice blue eyes, he was watching her as if she was a rabbit trapped in a snare and he was the fox.

"I told you I don't know where he is. I haven't seen him in over a week, and I don't know what you're talking about. Please believe me, I don't know."

Chris sighed, shaking his head. The money wasn't a lot in the big scheme of things, after all he was a multi-millionaire, and the money could be made up in a couple of days through the businesses in his empire. It was the principle that mattered. That and not losing face. Being ripped off by that pompous shit of a Lawyer that was supposed to be acting as middleman in a shady deal was not good for his reputation, nor his ego.

"Miss Williams I am out of pocket to the tune of five hundred and fifty grand and I am not in a very good mood right now. I suggest you think very carefully before answering me this time. Now where is your fucking boss?"

"Please I don't know. I came into work on Monday and his desk was cleared and I haven't seen or heard from him since. Glynis has disappeared as well. I promise you I'm telling you the truth. Why don't you believe me?"

Leaning his right elbow on his thigh he rubbed his chin with his hand, feeling the two day old stubble rasp against his strong fingers. He had noticed the young woman the first time he had gone to the offices of the fucker who had run off with his money. Admiring her slim frame and sweet face surrounded by the soft brown shoulder length hair as he had passed through the outer office to the inner sanctum of her boss. 

She was a pretty little thing, not his usual type, but something inside of him had taken notice of her every time he had visited. Each time she had shyly glanced up at him through her long eye lashes and then bent her head down to carry on working on her computer, trying hard not to be noticed, as Glynis, Bowman's secretary, had escorted him in through the solid oak door and away from the soft rose scent that had wafted across to him from where she sat. He dragged his eyes away from the terrified girl sitting with her hands shaking in her lap, he looked up at Dave, his right hand man, standing slightly behind her to her right, and they caught eyes, with a look passing between them.

"I think we should give Miss Williams a little time to re consider her answer, and maybe come up with a suggestion where we might be able to locate both that bastard and my money. Dave, escort Miss Williams down to the basement room where our last guest that forgot important information I required spent some time."

"You want I should make her comfortable and safe Boss?" Dave's left eyebrow raised in enquiry, making sure he totally understood the hidden message in his boss's request.

"Yeah Dave," as he gave an ironic smile to his friend, "comfortable and waiting for me, I've got a few phone calls to make first. Miss Williams, I will see you soon. Please don't disappoint me when we next meet."

With that he dismissed her, getting up and walking out the room as Rebecca felt a large hand settle heavily on her shoulder. 

"This way Miss."

"Please let me go, I don't know anything. Please don't hurt me."

Rebecca started to panic as the four men closed in around her and she started to scream and struggle in real terror as they dragged her from her chair towards the open doorway, her body rigid with fear of the unknown.

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The sounds of the woman screaming and begging as she was dragged across the hall and through the door leading down to the mansions basement reached Chris as he settled behind the large antique desk in his airy study. Smiling to himself he picked up the phones handset, and leaning back against the dark blue leather of his chair, dialled the number of one of his most trusted security men.

After a short conversation outlining what he wanted done with regards tracking down the errant Lawyer and his money he replaced the handset, and then sat back thinking about the young woman now ensconced in the small concrete room below him.

It had been a while since he had felt this urge to make a woman so aware of him, of keeping her for himself, to play with as he wanted. The last time was almost two years ago. Consensual; it had lasted six months before they had called it a day. Since then he had the usual short term relationships with woman that knew the score, but did not excite him in the slightest. 

But now he was feeling that buzz, knowing that he was going to enjoy every moment he spent with her, that even now she was probably hanging scared and terrified from the ceiling by her wrists, waiting, unsure of what was going to happen to her.

Reaching again for the phone and dialling, he called up his personal clear up squad to ensure that no trace of Miss Williams or any trail that would lead the police to him could be found.

*

Rebecca hung, her wrists encircled by leather cuffs that bit into her flesh, her weight supported by the chains attached to the ceiling, the balls of her feet touching the concrete floor below her. Her shoulders ached as the muscles pulled, stretched tight, and sweat trickled down her back into the waistband of her skirt where her blouse had become un-tucked from the struggle as the four men had dragged her down the stairs into the dark basement, and through the metal door into the room she was now alone and scared in.

Trying to move her head around to see behind her, it would only move a few inches left or right, her risen arms preventing much leeway. Her mouth ached from the ball gag pushed roughly in by one of the men, the leather cutting into the side of her mouth that held the ball tightly in the small cavity, her tongue tasting the nasty tang of the rubber ball.

Tears dropped from her eyes, and her nose, the only method of breathing, was filling up as she tried to sniff to clear it. 

Time passed slowly, her brain pounding with terror, unable to fathom what was going to happen to her, to be able to think rationally. Sobbing behind the gag Rebecca waited for her fate at the hands of the lean faced man that until today she had thought was just another of her bosses clients.

She had been walking back from the local shops when the dark car had pulled up next to her and a heavy set bald man in a black suit had gotten out of the back, and with a knife against her side, quietly in a gruff voice told her to get in without making any fuss or else. Scared she had done just as he had told her, and after an hour's drive, during which none of her questions were answered by the three stoic men sitting in the car with her, they had arrived at a large mansion in extensive grounds, in which basement she now hung.

Suddenly the sound of a key turning in the doors lock brought her attention from her thoughts back to the present, and as her fear intensified she started to struggle, pulling at her already sore wrists, her hands now numb from the position of her arms, her muscles screaming in pain from the movement of her body as she wriggled in panic, watching the door slowly opening.

Chris walked into the room, his eyes alighting on the hanging female, her white blouse un-tucked, a small expanse of soft velvety skin revealed between the blouse and the waistband of her tight black skirt. His cock hardened even more and his eyes drifted up from the tantalising strip of exposed skin, past the small pert breasts stretched high up on her torso under the white blouse, to her lovely green eyes, wide with fright and bright with the tears welling up in their depths.

"Why Miss Williams you look a trifle uncomfortable hanging around waiting there for me. Let me make you a little more comfortable."

And taking the few steps from the now closed door to where she hung lifted his hand up to her face and gently wiped away the tears on her cheek before brushing back the hair that had fallen in her eyes.

"There that's better. I hate to see a woman looking messy and unkempt." and disappearing behind her she heard a scraping noise before he returned with a wooden chair and placed it with the back towards her. Sitting down astride it, his arms leaning crossed along the top, his jean clad legs splayed apart, a calm look on his lean face, he sat staring up at the hanging woman in front of him. Her scared green eyes stared wide and unblinking back into his ice blue ones, minutes passing in silence before he spoke.

"Now Miss Williams we can do this the easy way or the hard way, which do you prefer? The easy way is you tell me all you know, and I promise you a minimum of pain and a lot of pleasure, or the hard way, which involves a lot of pain and a minimum of pleasure. The choice is yours."

Small whimpers erupted from behind the stifling gag, and her body started to jerk against the chains holding her.

"Yes I know, you can't talk to tell me which you would prefer. You see I only think it's fair to give you a small taster before you decide." And rising from the chair and pushing it aside he walked up to the hanging girl and started to undo the buttons on her blouse, all the while talking quietly to her in a deep quiet voice.

"I really love the smell of you Miss Williams, roses mixed with terror, quite a turn on. I can smell your terror you know, very enticing, very sexy."

Pushing the blouse open, Chris stared down at the soft mounds of her breasts straining up trying to escape the confines of her small white lace bra.

"Mmm you have such nice breasts, soft and inviting, here let me release you from the confines of this tight little thing." And undoing the small catch between the two curved cups her two milky white mounds fell forward, released from the confining material. The small perfectly formed round breasts ended in dark pink circles tipped with hard dark nipples, pointing forward.

Two large hands engulfed the mounds of flesh, squeezing gently as Chris's eyes raised up from admiring them and looked back into her frightened eyes, the small whimpers increasing as she pled for mercy through the hard acrid tasting gag.

Without taking his eyes from hers Chris slowly took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and started to pinch, slowly increasing the pressure, watching her eyes as the pain started to register, pinching tighter and tighter until the whimper changed to a moan and then a muffled scream behind the gag as her eyes closed in pain. Holding her for a couple of minutes, her nipples pinched hard between his fingers, he pulled them slightly towards himself and away from her body, watching fascinated as she started to arch her back to relieve the pressure, and then finding that she couldn't arch far enough and tried to hold herself as far forward as her position would allow.

"Does that hurt Baby?" he crooned in a soft voice, "Like the pain? Want some more?" 

Suddenly her nipples were released and as the blood that had been squeezed from them returned a new pain ran through her throbbing flesh, causing her to gasp deep in her throat.

Moving behind her Chris let his hand slide up her thigh under the skirt, feeling the silky texture of her stocking as it slid under his palm.

"I think we need to get rid of this don't we?" And undoing the catch at the side of the skirt, slowly unzipped the garment and pulled it down her legs, letting it drop around her ankles, revealing the hold up stockings with their lacy tops, clinging to the shapely thighs.

"Oh Baby, I just love your ass." Stepping back to admire the hanging woman he took in the round derriere half covered by the small white cotton pants, the flare of her hips curving into a gentle slope to her small waist, the line of her spine rising from the small of her back until it was hidden by the hem of her blouse. "I am really going to enjoy myself with that!"

Walking back around to face her front, he reached up and with the tip of his finger stroked the line of her nose, stopping at the tip where he patted it gently.

"Miss Williams I am going to remove the gag from your mouth. I do not want to hear you begging to be let go; I do not want to hear you pleading with me. What I do want to hear is what you know about the disappearance of your boss and my money. Do you understand?"

Nodding her head slightly, Rebecca could not take her eyes from this man who was causing her so much distress.

"Just one more thing Miss Williams, I work on a reward system. You give me something and I will reward you. My guess is right now your arms are screaming out in agony, your wrists are painful and your shoulders are killing you. I am willing to relieve that pain and let you down if you give me the information that I need, if not you will hang there whilst I take a whip to that lovely backside of yours and then you will really know the meaning of pain. Do I make myself clear?"

Again a quick nod of her head and a muffled whimper as her torturer walked behind her to unbuckle the gag, before reaching round her head to remove it from her tired aching mouth.

It took a few moments before she was able to move and close her mouth, and Chris watched fascinated as her small tongue darted out to lick her dry and trembling lips, before disappearing behind the small white teeth that bit down on her bottom lip, trying hard to keep the begging words from escaping.

"OK let's start again. Miss Williams, do you know where Bowman and my money have disappeared to?"

She tried to speak, to give him an answer, but all that came out of her dry mouth was a small croak. 

Chris looked at her mouth, trying to form the words to speak, red lines where the leather strap from the gag had been, radiating from the corners of her mouth and across her cheek.

Moving to the door and opening it a crack he stuck his head out and she could hear him asking for a glass of water to be brought to him. Closing the door and returning to stand in front of her, she felt his hands move to her hips and her pants being slid half way down her thighs. Then his finger easing in between her legs, and moving slowly rubbing over her small hard nubbin, through the small folds of her labia, until it arrived at the entrance to her womanhood. Gasping she tried to close her legs tighter, but was rewarded by a quick pinch to her right nipple and the quiet instruction from the man who seemed to take enjoyment in tormenting her.

"Uhh uhh, keep those legs apart. Remember I work on a reward or punishment system, you be a good girl and keep your legs apart and I'll reward you with a drink for that parched mouth of yours. You keep them clamped and I will strap them open, wider than you would think they could ever go."

Slowly Rebecca relaxed her legs and let them part a little, whilst the man looking deep into her eyes, pushed his finger up into her, deep and hard.

Gasping with shock and discomfort she squirmed as the finger inside her started to move in a come hither movement, pressing against her G spot, causing her belly to tighten in tingling warmth against her will, her juices starting to flow, moistening her between her legs, her face flushing with both embarrassment and fear.

"Please stop." She croaked through her dry lips, only to be met by a deep rumbling laugh from the man, who stepping up his assault leant down his head towards hers and after a gentle and long lick across her parched lips whispered into her mouth.

"Baby I am really going to enjoy hearing you scream under me tonight. I can smell your musky scent from here, and when I've finished with you you'll ache from a mixture of pleasure and pain in every part of your lovely body."

Just then a knock on the door was followed by it opening and Chris slowly removed his finger from her vagina and walking towards the door took the glass of water from the hand holding it out towards him. 

Turning back round he came up in front of the hanging woman and held the glass of cold water up to her mouth so she could have a sip, and she could smell the musky scent of her own sex on the hand that held the glass up for her to drink. 

Taking a long sip before it was removed; Rebecca looked up at the tight smile of her captor and could see his intention in his eyes, before plunging down in to the sweet oblivion of a dead faint.

Hopeless Situation Ch. 02



A journey that neither one thought they would go on, please enjoy and feedback your comments as my journey as an author has only just begun.

For those who love a little humour and a twist in a tale, I write for you.

Thanks to slickNick2412 for his helpful suggestions.

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Slowly she swam up through the fog in her brain feeling slightly nauseous. She started to try to move towards the side of the bed, her eyes still closed, her shoulders and arms aching as if she was suffering a strong bout of flu, only to find they would not move away from behind her back.

Suddenly the memories flooded back into her brain. The men in the car sweeping her to the large mansion, the questions that she couldn't answer, and finally the terror of hanging by her arms from the ceiling and being assaulted by that hard persistent man, and the quiet and scary way his eyes seemed to bore into her as he caused her pain and humiliation.

Pulling frantically at her arms she felt the cuffs holding her wrists together behind her, jerking them to try to make them move. But to no avail. All she felt was the sting around her wrists and a tug of leather around her waist as she realised that the cuffs were attached to some kind of belt cinched tight around her middle. 

Laying uncomfortably on her side, she looked down at herself, finding herself completely naked, the thick wide brown leather pinching in her waist, sitting tight under her rib cage and down to just above the point of her navel.

"Oh my God someone help me. Please." escaped her mouth in a shrill plea as she started to roll onto her front, her legs scrambling against the white cotton sheets below her, struggling wildly.

"Nice to see you're awake Miss Williams."

The smooth voice of the man came from somewhere behind her and made her lay still in fear.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"That depends on you Miss Williams. As I told you before, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. All I want is some information and a little entertainment."

Looking round over her shoulder as she lay there on her stomach she tried to see the owner of the deep voice, but was unable to lift her head high enough, the feeling of hard leather cutting into her neck where her shoulder and neck met stopping her. She suddenly became aware of the leather collar encircling her neck, hard and confining. Her hair falling across her face, some of it in her mouth, she collapsed her head back down to the bed, starting to cry softly.

"I don't know where Mr Bowman is, or your money. I really don't. What are you going to do to me? I haven't done anything to you. I don't have your money. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can Miss Williams, and I do believe you when you say you don't know where Mr Bowman is, but I also believe you might have some idea where he is most likely to run to, and whilst I extract that knowledge from the deep recesses of your memory I intend to enjoy the delights that your body offers me."

Lifting up her head she spat out at the disembodied voice, "You bastard, you fucking pervert, what kind of a man are you that you have to tie up a woman and rape her to get your rocks off?"

In the ensuing silence all Rebecca could hear was her heavy breathing as she lay there helpless and scared, her nerves stretched tight as she waited for the man to say something in response to her outburst.

Chris stood back from the end of the bed, looking down at the naked woman, her pert bottom sitting high on the top of long slim limbs, her small feet pointed towards him. The lovely pale skin of her slim back broken up with the line of the thick brown belt around her waist, and her wrists pinned to it by the cuffs linked to the D ring close by the belts buckle. Her slim arms twisted behind her, hands facing outwards, fisted in a sign of defiance..

Peeling off his black 'V' neck cashmere sweater over his head and dropping it on the antique leather chair behind him, he eased his feet from the expensive hand made shoes and reached for the fastening on his black jeans, 

Rebecca could hear the movement behind her and when she heard the sound of the zip as it slid down, she started to struggle again, begging in short gasps, "Please no, please don't do this, please don't!" her legs working against the bed, scooting her up towards the pile of large white pillows in front of her. "No, please no!"

Feeling the heavy dip in the bed behind her she struggled more wildly, her face entangling in the pillows her breathing coming in large gulping breaths. 

Suddenly she felt strong hands grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs apart, and then the hard warmth of his knees as he knelt between her thighs, pushing them wider still, making her struggling more difficult. "Please no, Oh God someone help me, please."

A hand tangled in the back of her hair pulling her head back off the nest of pillows, arching her back, causing the muscles in her neck to stretch, the leather around it biting in across the top of her shoulders as her head was roughly wrenched back.

Chris leant over, one hand in the woman's hair holding her still, his knees spreading her legs wide, and the other hand reaching for the bedside drawer. Rummaging around until he felt what he was looking for, he pulled out the length of chain and pushing aside her hair at the back of her head he clipped the end of the chain to the D ring, then running the chain down to where her hands were fixed to the leather belt, attached the other end to the D ring there, effectively holding her head leaning back, her chin raised up, her body slightly arched, breasts thrust forward.

"Here's the deal Miss Williams, to be able to breath and not strangle yourself you are going to have to arch your back. I am going to pick you up in a moment and you are going to bring your knees up to kneeling position each side of my legs. I am then going to position you on my cock and we are going to fuck nice and slow. If I am happy with your performance we will then have a nice conversation about your boss. If I am not satisfied with your performance I will tighten the chain holding your head back even further, and you will slowly find yourself unable to hold the arch of your back long enough to be able to breathe and will strangle yourself. Do you understand?"

Gasping, trying to maintain her position to allow herself not to choke, she tried to answer yes, only to make a small garbled sound.

"Good girl, I'm glad we understand each other." and two strong hands lifted her up straight from under her armpits before shifting down to around the leather belt and her waist, holding her steady. 

Scrambling her legs to bend and get into a kneeling position each side of the strong spread out thighs below her, she felt herself being positioned and then lowered until she could feel the end of his hard male organ pressing up against her vaginal entrance. 

One hand left the side of her waist, moving down in front of her to between her thighs and rubbed back and forth across her clit, his nail scrapping against the sensitive hard nub, the spread of her legs exposing it from its protective hood, the moisture inside her starting to lubricate her.

"Like that baby?" he growled into her ear, "can you feel me. See what you do to me baby, you make me nice and hard, hard and ready to fill that hot tight hole of yours. Hard enough to teach you just who owns you now."

And with one long sweep upwards he entered, impaling her, making her unable to avoid the total domination of her body by the man hard up against her back.

Panting with the pain the upward thrust had caused, Rebecca stared up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, her head fixed by the chain holding her in position, her breasts thrust out as her back arched trying to relieve the pressure of the leather collar as it pulled against her throat, her hands held useless behind her, nails digging into her palms in desperate panic. 

His fingernail continued rubbing back and forth against her sensitive nub, and the position she was in made her feel totally exposed and at his mercy. Slowly he started to move his hips in a rocking motion causing her to yelp as the hardness inside her hit against her cervix.

Stretched tight, she felt his cock filling her up, each movement rubbing against her inner nerve endings; following the movement of the hardness embedded inside of her as it slide back and forth. He rocked under her, with each backwards movement the instrument of her torture slid almost out of her, before being slammed back in, hard and deep, banging up against the entrance to her womb. The speed slow and steady, and with each forward thrust her grunts became louder, the dull pain deep inside of her body the focus of all her attention. Her juices slowly building making the movement of the cock sliding back and forth inside her easier and more fluid.

She felt his hands move up to cup her breasts, and suddenly the searing pain returned to her nipples as he ruthlessly pinched and twisted them, growling into her ear as he did so, "You want the pain to stop baby, start moving on your own, remember you need to please me if you want to avoid any more pain."

Pressing down on her knees Rebecca lifted up slightly and then moved down, trying to rock her pelvis, and squeeze her muscles around his cock. Repeating the movement over and over she fucked the man behind her, gritting her teeth with the effort it was taking, perspiration dripping from her body as she kept up the momentum, hearing him grunt and pant into her ear as he started to build towards his orgasm.

"That's it baby, faster, move faster," 

The fingers pinching at her nipples softened, and started to rub them, rolling them around before letting go and returning to her clitoris where the fingernail started to flick quickly, sending the heat in her loins to build, the pulsating tightness taking hold, her stomach feeling that familiar pull as her own orgasm started to build.

"Yeah baby likes it rough and deep. Move baby and let me feel you cum."

Gasping for breath, she felt herself move higher and higher towards release, when suddenly she felt his finger leave her nub and both hands grip her tight around her waist as he lifted them both up high onto their knees, as he pounded harder, faster and deeper into her, bringing her over the edge as he joined her falling over into the pleasure that release brings, pumping his hot thick cum into her womb.

Settling the panting woman down again on his thighs, Chris's hands swept up and down her sweat soaked torso, his body feeling replete and satisfied. He heard her gurgle a little as the collar pulled tight across her throat, and reaching between their hot sticky bodies he unhooked the chain at her waist, releasing her head so that it fell forward, her damp hair falling to cover her crying face, the curve of her shoulders calling to him so that he leant down and placed small little kisses across the space between her shoulder blades where the chain now hung down loose.

"Good girl, you did well, and now we talk." 

Snaking his arms around her waist tighter and pulling her back to lean against him, his soft cock still inside her, he leaned his cheek against hers and softly said, "So where do you think Bowman has run off to?"

On a sob she replied "I told you I don't know. All I am is a typist. I don't know much about Mr Bowman and what he does."

Whispering into her ear he asked "Where does he tend to go when he goes on holiday, long country breaks that kind of thing?"

Sniffling, Rebecca turned her head slightly back towards his where it rested over her right shoulder. "He has a flat in Spain somewhere. I think it's in the south, near Peurto Banus, not far from Marbella."

"Well done baby, now that wasn't so hard was it?" his hand moved back between her still spread thighs finding the hard and now very sensitive bud and started to gently circle it with the tip of his finger, Whispering in her ear he said "I told you I work on a reward and punishment system. You gave me some information and now you deserve your reward."

The finger flicking her already susceptible clit moved faster, whilst his other hand moved down. Easing his cock from her he replaced it with two fingers, moving them rhythmically back and forth, each time he moved them down he bent them, rubbing against the most sensitive spot on her vaginal wall, causing the muscles to start to tighten again, the warmth flooding back between her thighs, little tremors of pleasure mounting as the butterflies deep in her stomach started to beat faster and faster behind the tight belt at her waist.

"Please don't, please stop. I don't want to." Her head lolled back as she started to pant again, her hips moving in rhythm to his clever fingers.

"Oh yes you do baby, your body tells me you do, even if your head tells you otherwise." And slowly he drew her back up the long slope of ecstasy against her will until she exploded into a strong orgasm of pleasure, her body unable to stop itself.

         *

Chris lay next to the sleeping woman, his hand gently stroking the hair from her face as she lay with her head towards him, her hands still cuffed into the small of her back against the wicked leather belt.

Leaning up on one elbow he looked down at her hands, checking that there was a healthy colour to the skin.

Smiling to himself, satisfied that her circulation was OK, he turned towards the phone by his bed and picking up and dialling the head of his security team he told them about the information Rebecca had disclosed about Bowman's flat somewhere in the South of Spain. Replacing the receiver and settling back down to sleep himself, his long naked body curling possessively around the sleeping woman's, his hand resting on the right hand cheek of her bottom in an intimate gesture, he sighed deep in his chest. For the first time in a long while he felt happy and complete, and this small scared woman sleeping in complete exhaustion next to him was the source of his contentment. 

As he drifted off to sleep his last thought was what he was going to do with her and how he was going to train her to be his little sex toy over the next couple of months.

After all he felt it a fair exchange for his missing money. 



Hopeless Situation Ch. 03



A little learning never hurt anybody, or does it?

This is a six chapter story, unfolding to a twist at the end. Please give feedback as I am interested in your views, and thank you to slickNick2412 for his input.

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Rebecca's eyes fluttered open, the sleeping face of her captor only inches from hers, his long black lashes laying in a curve along the edge of his closed eyelids, his high cheekbones and strong mouth relaxed, deep in rest.

She winced as she tried to shift to ease the throbbing ache in her arms where they had been held fast for so long, and the pain around her middle where the leather belt bit in to her flesh. Groaning as her body discovered muscles she didn't realise she had as they hurt with every small movement, she wriggled her body a little to try to get more comfortable.

Chris woke up, instantly alert, as he felt and heard her move, and lay watching her sweet face as she concentrated on trying to move to ease the discomfort he knew she must be feeling, her bottom lip clutched between her teeth, a frown marring her lovely forehead, her silky hair falling about her heart shaped face as it lay next to his.

"Morning baby." The sleepy voice whispered causing her eyes to fly up to his face, making her still the small movements trying to ease her muscles.

"My arms are hurting, please can you release them?"

"All in good time my little captive."

"And the belt, it's biting into my skin, I can't breathe properly."

"Any thing else you want me to do?"

Blushing she whispered so that he almost missed what she said, "The toilet, I need to go to the toilet."

Leaning up over her back, one leg thrown over hers, he brushed the hair back from her face, and kissing her ear whispered, "Remember the rules? Reward or punishment. If you want me to do something for you, you're going to have to do something for me."

She lay silently below him as he carried on kissing her ear and down the side of her face until he reached her mouth, his head leaning down, and the tip of his tongue teasing at her lips.

"So what, my little captive, are you going to trade off for the chance to go to the toilet?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I'm sure you can feel my cock laying rock hard against you. What do you propose to do in return for me allowing you to go to the toilet?"

Staying perfectly still, Rebecca felt him covering her completely with his warm hard body, waiting for her answer. 

"Come on baby; tell me what you're going to do. How about a nice early morning blow job?"

Timidly she turned her head into the pillow, mumbling, "I don't know how."

"You're a virgin at sucking cock? Wow, a looker like you. I don't believe it." Laughing as he rolled on to his back beside her, and then turning his face towards her where she still hid her face into the pillows. "Wriggle your face over to my cock Miss Williams. I am about to give you your first lesson on how to please me, and I hope you're a fast learner as I don't intend to do this a second time."

Rebecca lay still, mortified with embarrassment and shock, and desperate to go to the toilet.

Chris lay there waiting, and then in a harsher voice, "I said get your fucking face over my cock right now, or else that chain goes back on your collar and you'll spend the rest of the day with your head pulled back,"

With great difficulty Rebecca moved her body until her face was down near his hip, and then using her knees and legs curled up under her, lifted her torso, until she was sitting up on her knees, her lovely body exposed to his hot and hungry eyes.

"Sweet, very sweet my love." and his hand raised up to stroke her body, the back of his fingers caressing the tip of her breast before stroking gently down to the brown leather around her waist. He ran his finger along the edge, where it compressed her flesh, smiling he murmured, "I'm feeling very generous today, you give me a good blow job and I'll take off the belt, as well as letting you go to the toilet."

As the tears fell down her cheeks she bent forward from the hips, her thighs spread to take the weight and balance, her hands uselessly pinned still behind her. Locks of silky brown hair fell down to tickle his groin as her mouth opened ready to take the large hard cock laying against his body, pre cum glistening at the end, into her warm wet mouth.

Sweeping up her hair in his left hand and cupping the back of her head, he lifted up his cock so it pointed upwards towards her face with his other hand.

"Kiss the tip baby, and introduce yourself to it."

Gentle lips shyly kissed the sensitive tip, warm and soft as a feathers touch.'

"Now lick the end, swirl your tongue all over me, then put me in your mouth baby and start sucking, and no teeth."

Following his instructions, the hand on the back of her head heavy and persistent pressed her down. Rebecca licked and swirled her tongue against the rock hard cock, feeling the silky skin, the large vein running along the length of the underside, the hard ridge around the dark smooth end.

As she took the end of his cock into the depths of her mouth his body moved, his right leg pulling up to bend at the knee, hips rising up to push deeper into her mouth, a groan of pleasure escaping his throat as he threw back his head, absorbing the gratification she was bringing him. Pushing down harder on the back of her head he growled, "Swirl your tongue baby, suck it hard and deep, move your head up and down so your mouth fucks me. Yeah that's it baby, deeper, deeper."

Rebecca felt his hands pushing harder on her head as his cock pushed towards the back of her mouth, hitting the start of her throat, and then moving further down causing her to gag. Trying hard to breathe through her nose she moved her head up and down, sucking and licking the object as it pumped in and out, Chris's groans getting stronger, his hips bucking up, pushing him towards the release he craved.

Suddenly his body stilled as the sticky thick cum shot into her mouth, causing her to choke as it hit the back of her throat, filling her mouth.

"Swallow it baby." He ordered, lifting her head up by her hair as she coughed, and spluttered droplets of cum, dripping down her chin and spraying over his body.

Laughing up at her shocked face, he said, "Tomorrow you'll catch it all. Not bad for a first timer. Now let's get that belt off you and into the bathroom before you wet both of us."

Getting up off the bed he scooped her up and placing her on her feet next to the bed, standing behind her, he unhooked her wrists from the belt before unbuckling it and letting it drop with a heavy thud to the floor. Bending slightly down he inspected the red angry mark circling her body where the belt had been.

"Mmm little one, you're a bit raw around there, I'm gonna have to be a little careful with you as I don't want to permanently mark you. Not unless you misbehave that is. Come on lets get you on that toilet and then into the bath, and after that I'll phone down to the kitchen for some food for us."

                              *

Kneeling down at his feet in the position he had told her she had to sit in, and too scared to move, her hands resting on her splayed out thighs, she opened up her mouth as he fed her another piece of toast.

Earlier he had sat naked on the edge of the enormous free standing cast iron bath as she had sat on the toilet, inside the en-suite bathroom, head bowed, humiliated as he watched her as she emptied her bladder.

The water was filling up in the bath, and he swirled the water with his hand, testing the temperature. "Hope you like it hot, it should ease up those aching muscles baby."

"Please. What are you going to do with me? Can I go home soon?"

Looking at her as she sat, trying hard to close her thighs and sit as demurely as she could on the toilet. "Home? My sweet little captive, this is your home! Your old life is just a memory; your new life is here with me."

"But you can't do that, I have a life, I have a home, I have a family that will miss me. My sister and my parents."

"I can do it and I have. Your job is no more, your boss, Bowman has run off with my money, my men have visited your home and packed up a load of stuff, so it will look as if you have run off as well, your family no doubt will miss you, but you are staying here with me Miss Williams, I intend to keep you, for as long as I want."

Shocked she started to cry, her body shaking as she sat there a picture of abject sorrow. 

Chris let her cry for a while, watching her sitting naked in front of him, a small wave of compassion for her un-expectantly catching him, only to be tampered quickly down.

"Come on, stop snivelling, get up and turn around. As you've been a good girl I'll remove the cuffs whilst we have our bath.. But the collar stays on. You look too good with it on for me to remove it baby."

Taking off the cuffs and releasing her wrists, her arms fell apart to her sides, unable to make them move after being held in the unnatural position for so long, all strength in her arms depleted. As they dropped her muscles screamed out in pain, a small whimper escaping her, and pins and needles started up as the blood rushed back to her hands.

Taking hold of her arm, Chris led her over to the high side of the old Victorian bath, and lifting her up in his strong arms, placed her on her feet in the hot water, before stepping in behind her and sitting down his back against the curved high end.

"Get down here with your back against my chest and I'll rub your shoulders and arms."

Frowning she slowly lowered her body, her small bottom between his legs, her back ramrod straight as she tried to avoid any contact with him.

Grinning to himself at her obvious ploy of avoidance, Chris pulled her back towards him, his hands starting to knead her sore shoulders and biceps, easing out the tight knots, and then after a while he picked up a large soft sponge and pouring shower gel on it, rubbed her back, making her feel a little more relaxed. 

He seemed such a contrast to her, at times deliberately hurting her, humiliating her and forcing her to have sex with him, and then he was suddenly gentle, as if he cared about her, playful like a lover. Confused and wanting to know what was to happen to her she asked. "If I'm to stay here with you, what am I supposed to do? Will you keep me naked and with those horrible cuffs on my wrists?"

Leaning his head forward next to hers he whispered, "Yes you will wear the cuffs, no I do not expect you to be naked all the time. I do not want my staff to see your body. You belong to me, and I don't like to share what's mine, and what you are supposed to do is obey me and do as you're told. Be a good girl and give me what I ask for and your life shouldn't be too painful, make me angry and you'll feel my wrath, hard and fast. I'm not a sadist, I just like a little bondage and control over my little sex slave. Just think along the lines of Dominant and Submissive. You the Sub, and me your Dom, you my captive and me your owner. Baby you're my spoils of war, payment in kind against the missing money. Just keep that in mind and you will find I can be a very good Master."

So here she knelt, at his feet, whilst he sat in the big leather chair in the bedroom, chewing on the toast he fed her, remembering what he had said as she had sat in the hot water, her tired muscles being rubbed by his clever fingers as they eased the knots left from the night before.

"As my little plaything you address me as Master or Sir, and from now on only speak when I give you permission. Today you can rest up here in the bedroom, chained to the bed, but tonight I expect to enjoy using you, and I don't want to hear you begging to be let free, because my little captive it's never going to happen."



Hopeless Situation Ch. 04



Sex and control, but who's controlling who? Especially when the Captor starts to have feelings for the Captee.

Please feedback your thoughts, I love to hear them. This is a six part story, with a little humour and a twist. 

Thank you to slickNick2412 for his suggestions.

*

Rebecca knelt on the floor by her Masters feet, her knees hurt and she was tired and bored. Behind her she could hear the football match playing out on the television as he watched it, lounging against the leather couches back, his arms spread out wide along the curved padded surface each side of him.

The past week had been a mixture of fear, humiliation, boredom and strange sexual encounters, with her strapped into various positions whilst he took advantage of her captive body.

Each night after he had used her, bringing them both to orgasm, he would untie her and wrap his arms around her, quietly asking her questions about herself. Listening as she told him about things, like what music she liked, how she loved to go to the movies, and confessing that she was a chocoholic. One night as she told him of her family the tears had started to fall, and he rolled her onto her back, covering her with his body and kissing her deeply, his tongue ravaging her mouth, before telling her he was her family now.

It wasn't the sex she hated, although she wished he would let her have her arms free during it, it was the boredom and the humiliation she detested. Nothing to do except sit and be within reach for him, and for an enquiring mind like hers, the past week of inactivity was slowly driving her to distraction.

She missed her flat, her things, her family, and her freedom. Confused and scared she obeyed him, being careful not to anger him, unsure of what he might do. 

Since the night she had told him that she loved chocolate he would every so often pop a small piece into her mouth, telling her it was a reward for being a good little pet.

When he went out to do business, or in the evenings to where-ever his busy social life took him, dressed in expensive suits, and looking like the successful businessman he was, she would sit chained by her ankle to the big bed, using the remote control to flick aimlessly through the cable channels on the large flat screen TV fixed to the wall. Or sleep curled up in a foetal position, her mind trying to forget the strange circumstances she had found herself in until he returned. 

Then the bedroom door would open, and his ice blue eyes would watch her hungrily as he strode towards her in such a proprietary fashion it would take her breath away.

After that first night he had removed the phone from the bedroom and re arranged the furniture ensuring that the chain that kept her anchored to the bed was long enough for her to reach the bathroom, but not reach anything she could use to escape.

Desperate, she would spend her waking time dreaming of ways to get away, to leave this strange existence and the man who seemed to believe he now owned her body and soul.

*

Sitting at his feet, with the football match droning on behind her she started to nod off, her head drooping down towards her chest, her body swaying slightly as the gentle wave of sleep started to wash over her.

Chris watched her out of the corner of his eye as she started to fall asleep whilst kneeling at his feet. She looked so lovely wearing one of his old faded tee shirts, her hair falling down over her shoulders, her breathing deep and even. He loved just watching her as she slept. It was then she seemed at peace, the look of fear in her eyes hidden behind her lids, her small mouth with a slight smile, as if she was dreaming pleasant dreams.

His staff had kept a low profile over the last week, as if they were giving him the space to be alone with her. All except Dave who would give him dark looks as he sat in the chair across from him as they went through his business affairs. Shooting looks of disapproval at Chris as he glanced down at the woman kneeling quietly, her face blank, her neck, wrists and ankles encircled within the bands of leather.

Suddenly leaning down Chris scooped Rebecca from her kneeling position up onto his lap as she drifted off deeper into her sleep, her body starting to droop forward towards him.

A small squeal escaped her lips as he settled her on his lap, his arms holding her close.

"Shhhh, go to sleep baby, the game's not yet over."

Turning her head into his chest she relaxed and let sweet oblivion take her, whilst Chris sat, his nose smelling her natural scent as it wafted up towards him, feeling her small body as she melted against his, the game on the television half forgotten.

*

Drifting, she felt she was drifting, and then the ground seemed to meet up with her back. Settling down into the soft earth she felt her arms rising up over her head, her body arching up as her top was removed, strong hands handling her small body easily. 

The hot warm tingle of a wet mouth sucking at her breast started to pull her up from her dream, mingling with a small sharp pain as teeth bit gently down on the sensitive nipple.

Opening her eyes and looking down she saw her Master's head at her breast, her naked body lying across the soft leather seat of the Chesterfield couch.

Moving his mouth to her other nipple, Chris lathered the hard dark pink pebble with his tongue, bringing a moan from his little captive, then biting down a little harder than the he did on the first one. Her body jerked, arms rushing to his head, fingers threading through his black hair, trying to pull him off as he bit down harder, holding it fast, a deep growl in his throat as he slightly shook his head, worrying the tip of her breast and causing her to start to struggle.

Looking up from her chest he saw her flushed face looking down at him, slight panic in her still sleepy eyes and he smiled around the flesh held fast in his mouth.

Finally letting go of the small hard bud, he raised his fully clothed body over her naked one, and lowering his mouth to hers he kissed her hard, his tongue swirling against hers inside her mouth. Feeling her relax again, he left her mouth and sliding his hands behind her back lifted her up slightly to meet his teeth as they settled tight on to the nipple he had first nipped down on.

Rebecca's head moved from side to side as the sharp mixture of pain and pleasure radiated down from her breast, through her belly to between her legs. Her hands tightening in her Master's hair, not sure if they wanted to pull him closer or away from the erotic feeling flooding through her chest.

Alternatively licking, sucking and biting each hard nipple, Chris felt the woman beneath him wriggle trying to grind her hips into his groin, where his hard member strained against the black trousers he was wearing.

Over the last week she had become more and more responsive to him, and although he could see the longing in her eyes for her freedom, he could feel her hot and heavy sexual need for him growing stronger every day.

Sitting up on his knees between her legs, he pulled the black polo shirt over his head and unzipped his trousers, all the while watching as the his little captive lay wantonly, her arms thrown back above her resting against the arm rest behind her head, her breasts glistening with his saliva, her belly soft and inviting, the glimpse of her slit wet and moist.

Removing the rest of his clothes he bent down to swirl his tongue in her naval, before biting the small fleshy rise of her belly, and sucking hard, leaving a dark red stain, marking her as his.

Moving further down, his face between her splayed out legs, he licked and nibbled her hard shiny bud, holding her hips still for his onslaught with his tongue and teeth. 

Rebecca's body arched as the heat radiated from the exquisite ministrations his mouth was applying to her clitoris, her vagina desperate to be filled, her inner muscles vibrating and tightening unbearably.

Closer and closer he drove her with his tongue and teeth, until she thought she could take no more, when suddenly he stopped and sweeping up her body with his, plunged deep into her, his mouth returning to her breasts as he bucked his hips, making her moan with pleasure as she felt the hard cock filling her, sliding back and forth against her sensitive nerve endings deep inside.

Chris curved his body forward, his teeth letting go of the nipple he had been worrying with abandon, looking down to where their bodies joined, her legs wrapped around his hips as he moved rhythmically. Then picking up speed, he started to pound into her, his balls hitting against her as he moved frantically, trying to push deeper and deeper, needing to conquer his little captive and fill her up with his seed, marking her as his.

Looking down into her face he growled, "Wrap your arms around me baby, hold on to me. I want to feel your body holding mine."

Her arms snaked up around his back, her hands grabbing at the slippery perspiration covered skin. And still he pumped until they both let out their respective groans of pleasure, tumbling down from the explosion in their groins together.

Chris collapsed upon her body, feeling like he had reached heaven, his breath hot against her neck, the leather collar slick and damp with sweat against his cheek as he buried his face into her shoulder, reminding him that she was his possession to do what ever he wanted to her, whenever he wanted.

And right now all he wanted to do was hold her as she floated down from her plateau of ecstasy and never let her go.



Hopeless Situation Ch. 05



What can tip a person over the edge? Possessiveness, Sex and love.

This is a six chapter story with a twist at the end. Please give feedback as I love to find out what appeals.

Thank you to slickNick2412 for his suggestions.

*

Chris sat in the Board Room of one of his legitimate businesses only half listening to the Company Secretary drone on with his End of Year Report, the mans nasal voice speaking in a steady monotone, running through the profits achieved over last years trading.

His mind kept playing back memories of the last couple of weeks. Memories of his little captive waiting back for him at his home meandered through his thoughts. The soft skin along her shoulder that he loved to kiss and bite as he moved deep within her body, watching her pulling and struggling at the leather restraints that held her still for him, her arms stretched tight, high above her head, pinned to the ends of the headboard of the big bed. He loved to watch her eyes as they stared up at him, deep green and sparkling with anger, as she tried so hard to stop her body responding to his deep and slow movements inside her, as he pushed her to orgasm against her will.

The other night he had placed the tight leather belt back around her waist as he bound her arms high behind her back, forearm to forearm, wrist to elbow, her chest and head low against the bed, her knees attached by short chains running from the straps around her thighs to the belt, causing her lovely bottom to raise high in the air. Unable to lower it or move to relieve the position she was in, he pounded into her, deep inside with a long slow steady rhythm as he worked her close to cumming, only to withdraw before she could reach release, and then starting again once her beautiful body kneeling in front of him had calmed down, pushing her once again closer and closer to the edge, but never allowing her get the relief her body screamed for.

He pictured her as he had left her this morning, wearing one of his shirts and nothing else, the sleeves rolled up on her graceful arms, the brown leather cuffs around her wrists in contrast to the crisp white cotton and the pale luminosity of her soft skin. Her lovely shapely legs poking out the bottom of the shirt as it reached half way down her thighs, covering his property from the eyes of his staff as she stood dutifully in the front hall of his mansion, watching him leave. 

He loved to see her wear his clothes, his shirts, his tee shirts, his sweaters. Her sexy body drowned in his things, naked underneath, her lovely assets for his eyes only. 

Dave had been given his instruction for the day with regards his little captive. When he was not there like today, she was allowed to be where ever she wanted now within the large mansion. The only stipulation was the long thin chain that ran from her ankle cuff, secured with a small padlock, to what ever heavy piece of furniture there was within the room she was in, allowing movement but no freedom. 

The droning man's voice came to a stop and Chris realised that all eyes were on him from around the long highly polished wooden table, waiting for his comments. About what he had no idea, his mind having been on Rebecca, one hundred miles away, her lovely charms waiting for him.

"Yes well, Um, good, fine. That's OK." he mumbled, picking up the pen and tapping it distractedly on the report in front of him hoping he wasn't making too much of a fool of himself.

Since the night his men had brought the woman to him he had become obsessed with her, continually thinking about her, hating it when he had to leave his home and her presence, content sitting with her near him, her lovely body still and waiting just as he had taught her, within reach at his feet as he sat at his desk in his study working, or at the dining table, feeding her from his plate, her small mouth opening to take the food and drink, dependent on him in everyway.

And at night, her arms no longer secured, his naked body wrapped around hers, holding her tight against him after sex, he would ask whispered questions about herself, listening to her quiet replies, his little captive, the musky scent of sex surrounding them, helping him to drift off to sleep, the warmth of her body against his, calming and peaceful.

Suddenly the mobile in his suit pocket rang, and looking at the screen to check who was calling him, saw it was Dave, and murmuring his apologies to the men around the board room table, answered the call.

"Yeah, what's so important that you've called me during the meeting?"

Dave's deep voice rumbled across the line, making his body chill at the answer to his question.

"Your woman just did a runner, managed to get the chain unhooked from around the leg of the heavy couch in the small sitting room, and legged it out the window."

"How long ago?"

"No longer than ten minutes. I've got the men out searching for her. We'll get her, no problem. What do you want done with her until you get here?"

Looking up at the people sitting watching him, lined up along each side of the long table, he quietly replied, "Put the merchandise back in the basement room, and make sure it's secure. I'll be back in a few hours to deal with it. Keep me informed of any problems with delivery."

And with a flick of his wrist he turned off the device, putting it back in his pocket and standing up apologised to the group in front of him, "My apologies Gentlemen, but something has come up that needs my attention urgently. Thank you for your time, and effort over the past year, it's much appreciated." and grabbing up the report and papers from the desk hurriedly left the room, striding to the lift in the elegant hallway, jabbing the button impatiently and muttering to himself.

Chris was furious, how dare she try a stunt like that, didn't she know how much leeway he had allowed her over the past week, the ungrateful little bitch. He was going to kill her when he got his hands on his little captive, and she would learn her lesson the hard way.

*

Rebecca sobbed as she looked up at her wrists above her, the damn leather cuffs were cutting into her skin again and her shoulders ached. Scared she hung there waiting, knowing that she was going to be punished when he returned, but exactly how she had no idea, and that was what terrified her.

What was he going to do to her?

She knew she had to have made that attempt at escape, she had bided her time and taken the chance when it came. She had been so close to totally getting away, if only the stupid long chain that was attached even now to her right ankle hadn't got tangled on the tree as she climbed over the brick wall at the perimeter of the grounds, she would have reached the little lane running along the side of the estate and waved down a car and reached freedom.

But here she hung, back where she started, only now she had more knowledge of what could be in store for her, and her body trembled at the thought of just what might happen when he got back.

Minutes passed like hours as she stood, body stretched and taut, her mouth dry with fear and that awful rubber taste of the gag in her mouth. It had been pushed in by the muscular bald man called Dave, before he had stepped back from chaining her up, his deep voice rumbling as he spoke.

"That was a very silly thing to do Miss. The boss is not going to be too happy with you when he returns. I suggest you try to get your strength together and contemplate your mistake while you wait." With that he left, locking the big metal door and leaving her alone, petrified about when the man she had to call her Master returned, and what he would do to her.

*

Chris slammed the door of the car and strode up the steps to the front door, striding through as it was opened from inside by a member of his staff before he even reached it. 

His temper had steadily increased on the journey home, his chauffeur sensing the anger emanating from his boss had wisely kept quiet, driving as fast as he could back to the mansion, the sleek black car heavy with brooding atmosphere.

Occasionally the phone in the car would ring and Chris grunted into it as he received updates from Dave, finally finding that his little slave had been caught, tangled up and unable to move, halfway over the high perimeter wall. That stupid bitch, she could have killed herself. When he got back she was going to be taught a lesson she wouldn't forget. He had been too soft with her these last weeks, but that would change. She obviously hadn't learnt her place in the scheme of things, and now she was going to pay.

Bowman had been tracked down, living in a flat somewhere in the South of Spain with his secretary. Not his own flat, but a rented one. His stolen money no doubt paying for the flat, as well as Bowman's and his secretary's good life in the sun. Well he was going to extract not only the punishment for trying to make a bolt for freedom from his little captives hide, but the restitution of his missing money too. 

She won't be able to sit down for weeks once he had finished with her.

Stopping in the hall next to Dave he asked, "She's down there as instructed?"

"Yeah, hanging waiting for you Boss."

"Good because when I finish with her she'll rue the day she was born."

His friend and employee placed a restraining hand on his arm as he went to move towards the basement door, his dark brown eyes worried. "Listen Boss, just a word of warning; take a few minutes to calm down before you go to her. You need to be in control of your temper when you deal with her, or you'll really do some damage, and that's not right in my mind."

Chris snarled back at his friend. "It's none of your damn business."

"Yes it is. She ran because she's scared and wants what you took away from her, her freedom. I know you like to have your little pets, and I've never judged you on it, but this one is different, this one was innocent and you've pulled her from everything she's ever known into uncertainty and captivity against her will. If you hurt her so bad because you're in a snit at her running she'll close in on herself, and lose the spark that attracts you to her."

"I don't need your advice Dave, now let go of my arm and leave me to deal with my property as I see fit."

Unlocking and pulling open the wooden door, he stormed down the stairs into the basement, his temper even higher at the words his friend had said. Walking down past the wine cellar to the metal door at the end of the dark corridor he reached out and turned the key, his heart pounding in his chest, his teeth gritted in his jaw, the muscle there twitching as his rage increased.

*

Rebecca heard the lock in the door turn and started to shake even more, watching the door as it slammed open, banging back as it hit the concrete wall with a crash. In he strode and slammed the door shut, turning to lock it from the inside, before facing her as she hung there helpless in the face of his obvious fury.

"You little bitch," he gritted out between clenched teeth, striding up to her and staring down into her shocked and wide green eyes.

"You disobedient, ungrateful, conniving little bitch. Try running did you? Thought you could leave me did you? Well my little cunt remember what I told you that first day. Be good and you will be rewarded, displease me in any way and you will be punished. Obviously you didn't pay enough attention to that lesson so I am going to have to beat it into you."

Squeaking through the gag, her body shaking in terror, Rebecca watched him remove his suit jacket and hang it over the back of the chair in the corner of the room. Standing in front of her he removed his tie and undid the top couple of buttons of his shirt. 

"You look a little overdressed my love, here let me help you out of my shirt your wearing." And reaching up he ripped it open, exposing the front of her naked body, taut from standing with her arms raised up, her small breasts high, her nipples hard from the cold of the room and fright. 

Removing his cuff links and putting them in his jacket pocket he started to roll up the sleeves of his shirt whilst walking around behind her. Unable to move her head enough to follow his movement, Rebecca started to turn her body to the side, using her toes as they touched the floor to swing her round.

"Uh Uh, my pet, you keep facing forward I think."

Suddenly she felt a hand on her ankle as it was pulled out and anchored to a ring on the floor by the cuff around it. As her other ankle was pulled out and secured the weight on her wrists increased, her cuffs cutting in harder, her arms and body stretched even tauter, every muscle pulling tight. The pain and terror throbbed inside her head, and a cold sweat broke out along her nerve ends.

Chris could hear her whimpers behind the gag, but he was too far gone to care, his anger that she would try to leave him had taken over all reason, and though not normally a sadistic man, all he could think about was teaching her that she was his, and that he would show her what it meant to try to escape him.

Rebecca heard him rummaging on the table behind her, looking for something, and then felt him pull the collar of the shirt behind her neck down, before feeling the cold metal as it cut through the fabric. 

Bit by bit Chris cut away the shirt from her body, until she was left completely naked, apart from the collar of leather she still wore around her neck, and the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Standing still behind her he undid the buckle of his belt and slid the expensive strip of black leather through his trouser loops that held it around his lean waist, until is was completely free. Curling the buckle into his palm he made a fist, leaving the hard thick leather length snaking down by his side.

Positioning himself slightly to the left of the beautiful sight of her long slim back as it tapered down to the soft mounds of her behind, stretched and quivering in fear before him he raised up his arm and brought the leather belt down with a blinding force against her buttocks, watching as they jumped in pain as the hard strip of leather bit into her soft flesh leaving a red weal in its place. 

A high pitched scream, muffled by the gag erupted from her throat and her body jerked in her chains. 

Lifting up his arm again he hit a second time, not allowing her to catch her breath, the belt slapping hard against the skin of her bottom where the most sensitive skin met the top of her thigh. 

Throwing back her head in pain, the tears started to flow in earnest, her nose gasping for air, as her lungs restricted by her hanging position failing to get enough in to them to allow her to release the tension and the agony her nerve ending were feeling each and every time the leather connected with her skin in hard and heavy thwacks.

On and on the beating went, the belt sometimes hitting her back, sometimes her buttocks and sometimes the backs of her thighs, landing on already bruised and burning skin, each hit bringing white hot bursts of agony. 

On and on it went, without a break, until slowly she retreated into her head where nothing could touch her, and no pain could find her until blackness took her and she no longer cared.

*

"Oh sweet Jesus what have you done to her!" Dave exclaimed as he watched Chris carry the naked and unconscious woman in his arms up the stairs, her head dropping back, the gag still in her mouth.

"She passed out, get me some ointment for the wounds, and call the Doctor, the one that we use for any discrete stuff."

"You fucking prick, I told you not to hurt her too much. What were you thinking?"

"Fuck off Dave and get the Doctor, Now." Chris roared as he took the stairs two at a time, running down the upstairs hall to his bedroom to place her gently face down on the bed that they now shared and he thought of as their bed, their room. All his anger at her now dissipated, shocked at how he had lost control.

Looking down at the back of the naked woman that he had just beaten, sprawled unconscious on the bed, the bright red welts criss crossing every piece of skin from her neck down to her knees, he sank down to sit on the side of the bed next to her. 

Lifting a shaking hand up to remove the gag from around her head, he leant slowly forward and kissed her damp sweat soaked hair as he murmured to the unconscious woman. "Forgive me baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you so badly. I don't want to lose you." 

Just then Dave came barrelling through the door, and Chris grabbed the side of the duvet she was laying on and discretely tried to cover Rebecca up.

"Here you are you Prick; I found this in the first aid box. I think this will help, or you can wait for the Doctor to get here. He said he'll be here in twenty minutes."

Chris looked at the jar of ointment in his hand, not really comprehending what it was, and without looking up at his friend said in a quiet voice.

"I think I've fallen in love with her."

"Well of course you have you stupid Prick. Anyone of us could see that over a week ago."

"I've really fucked up haven't I?"

"Yeah you have." Dave sat down on the chair at the end of the room. "I know you have your games you like to play Chris, but they are usually between you and consenting women who know what to expect, but she was an innocent, drawn into this against her will. That other one a couple of years ago was no innocent, she knew what she was doing, and consented to becoming a full time slave. Rebecca didn't and you took her away from her life and everything that mattered to her. You can't do that and not have to deal with the consequences. You treated her like a toy and now you've broken her. You're going to have to decide what to do next, because, mark my word Chris, she'll make a bolt for it again next time she can. Especially now you've beaten her to a pulp."

"And what do I do now Dave? Let her go? I can't do that. I love her, besides she'll go straight to the Police and even my influence there might not save me."

"Chris it's a chance you're going to have to take. If you keep her you're going to have to keep her under stricter conditions than you have for the past weeks. Letting her have as much freedom as you did is asking for trouble. It seemed as if you were trying to have a mixture of a lover and a totally unwilling captive as a sex slave. It didn't work. You either have her one way or another, and at this point of time I think the lover option has flown out the window."

A groaning sound rose from Rebecca's mouth, low and deep.

Dave stood up and walked over to Chris, placing his hand on his friends shoulder.

"Think about it Chris. One way or another you are going to have to make a decision on this, and either way one of you is going to lose their freedom. Kidnapping, rape and slavery is not a slap on the wrist type of crime."



Hopeless Situation Ch. 06



Who's to say how you should find the lifestyle that's right for you.

This is the final chapter in this six part story. I hope you enjoyed it, and I would love any feedback you have.

Thank you to slickNick2412 for his input and suggestions.

*

Pouring out another Scotch into the heavy crystal glass, Chris stood alone in his Study, his head throbbing from too much booze, too little sleep and worry about the woman laying upstairs, chained by her ankle to his bed, her back healing.

The past couple of nights he had fallen asleep drunk on the big leather Chesterfield, too ashamed to face her, his days spent trying to decide what to do.

Realising he was in love with his little captive, and probably had been since he had laid eyes on her sitting opposite him scared and unsure what was going to happen to her, had made him vulnerable.

He had thought that he owned her, but now he realised it was the other way round. She was the one that had control. Total control of his heart. It was a feeling he had never felt before, and it scared him.

He had hurt her, treated her no better than he would a slut, and now she must hate him, while he loved her with every fibre of his being. 

If he kept her here, captive and secure, he would see the hate in her eyes when she looked at him, and that was something he didn't want to see. But if he let her go she would run straight to the Police, and his freedom and his life as he knew it would be forfeit.

A mess. A complete and utter mess.

And one of his own making.

Hearing the knock on the Study door he called out for whoever it was to enter. Looking up as he drained the glass of the amber liquid he watched as Dave came in and walked towards him.

"The Doctor's been to see her again and just left. He say's the wounds are healing and there shouldn't be any marks left once the welt's completely fade. Said to keep giving her the gentle sedative for another twenty four hours and then to start letting her up. You want to go up and see her yet?"

"No!"

Settling down into a chair Dave looked up at his friend as he poured himself another drink.

"Look Chris, me and the staff didn't sign on as nurses, she's your woman, your problem, you go up and look after her. She needs her wounds tended to with the balm the Doctor left and it should be you doing it, not me."

Chris looked across the room at the man sitting scowling at him, "What do you mean? You've been putting balm on her wounds? Who told you that you could touch her or look at her body?" a possessive wave of anger started to flood his drink muddled and tired brain as he started to move towards Dave, his fist clenched.

"Whoa, slow down Chris. Who did you think was dealing with her while you sat here feeling sorry for yourself, getting drunk for the past two days? She needed to be looked after, and I haven't noticed you rushing up there to take care of her."

Stopping dead in his tracks, Chris stared at Dave, feeling more of a shit than he had before.

"You're right. It should have been me. I've been so scared to face her though. Has she said anything?"

"Yeah,"

"What?"

"That she wants to go home."

*

Sitting on the side of the bed, the bottle of balm in one hand, the soaked cotton wool in the other, Chris gently dabbed at the couple of ugly red marks on her body that hadn't completely faded.

"How's that feel baby. A little better?"

Nodding her head as it lay on her folded arms, Rebecca lay there still and quiet as Chris tended to her back.

"You hungry? I can get the kitchen to rustle you up something if you want?"

This time a slight shake of her head told him no.

"Please baby you really should eat something. I can get them to scramble some eggs. You like eggs? I'll get them to do some and maybe a couple of slices of toast."

Chris looked down at her, his stomach knotted with worry. She had hardly eaten anything over the last few days that he had been with her, laying passively on her stomach, eyes closed as if she wanted to blot him out of her mind.

Putting the cotton wool down along with the bottle on the bedside table, he reached across to brush her hair, lank and dull as it lay against her face, tucking it behind her ear, and leaning forward whispered. "Baby I'm so sorry I hurt you. Please forgive me, I promise I'll never hurt you again."

Noticing the collar around her neck and the leather on her wrist, he reached up and started to undo the buckle at the back of her neck. "Let's get these off you."

Rebecca felt the leather as it slid from around her neck, the first time in three weeks her throat was not encased in the heavy collar. She felt her arm being moved and the cuff being removed, her Master's fingers rubbing gently along the inside of her wrist, and hearing a small grunt as he noticed the ring of red raw flesh where the cuffs had rubbed.

Strangely she felt more naked without the leather against her neck and wished it was back.

In a quiet voice full of shame and worry he murmured, "Please forgive me, I didn't want to hurt you like this." and taking the cotton wool started to apply the balm to her sore wrist, before moving around the bed and removing all the cuffs from her body,

As he removed the cuff at her ankle that chained her to the bed he heard her voice as it said the one thing that he thought he wanted to hear, but now really broke his heart.

"Please don't hurt me, I'll be good, I'll do anything you say, just please don't hurt me again." *

Rebecca sat at the dining table opposite her Master, the plate of food in front of her untouched. Wrapped up in his soft and fluffy towelling robe, this was the first time since that awful beating she had been allowed out of bed. Her skin where the leather belt had deeply bruised and hurt her now felt only a little sore in places, but the change that the beating had done was at a deeper level. Somewhere inside of her there had been a monumental shift, and now she sat opposite her Master, compliant and watchful. Her mind focused on the here and now, her past life put away in a compartment somewhere in her brain, accepting of her slavery to the handsome man sitting at the other end of the table, watching her with a worried expression on his face.

"Pick up the knife and fork Rebecca and eat some food."

Instinctively obeying his command she picked up the cutlery and started to eat. It felt a little strange sitting at the table, feeding herself for the first time in nearly a month. 

Chris sat there watching her, wishing that the spark would return to her eyes that had been missing since that day he punished her for trying to escape.

At night he held her in his arms, stroking her back with his fingertips, as she lay silently passive, but he hadn't forced himself on her, and the need to feel himself joined to her, the need to feel her body responding to his was driving him insane. 

But sensing her fragile state of mind he refrained from taking her, wanting and waiting to see if the woman that he loved was completely healed, both physically and mentally.

"Rebecca, would you like to go out for a walk tonight in the grounds?"

"If you want to Master."

"No Rebecca, if you want to, not me. Would you like to go for a walk? It's a lovely night and the moon is bright and full. The rose bushes are in bloom down by the Gazebo, we can go there after dinner if you'd like?"

Green eyes quietly watched him, waiting for instructions. 

Putting down his knife and fork he arose and walking around the table to her he took her hand in his and helped her to her feet. "Come on baby lets get some fresh air. We need to talk." *

The air was warm as they walked across the grass to a little area walled off by a high thick hedge, the smell of roses permeating the evening breeze. Sitting down on the bench under the Gazebo, Chris watched as Rebecca gracefully sank to her knees in front of him, positioning herself as he had taught her to do nearly four weeks before.

"Baby come up here and sit next to me on the bench."

Unfolding her body, she hesitantly sat next to him, hands on her thighs, face looking down, her legs apart, the towelling robe falling open from the belt downwards revealing her slender limbs and her sweet womanhood.

Picking up one of her hands in his, Chris quietly spoke, his heart beating rapidly as he started to explain to her what he had decided to do.

"Rebecca, I should never have done to you what I did. It was stupid and selfish. In the past I have always had like minded partners. Women who enjoyed the same sexual games and role playing that I do. Consensual sex slaves if you will.' Stroking the palm of her hand as he spoke, he tried to explain his actions. 'I had noticed you the few times I went to Bowman's offices, and I was attracted to you and your natural shyness, and when my men brought you to me that day I took advantage of the situation as my lust and my need to possess you took over any sense I should have had."

Lifting up her face with his finger under her chin and looking for any reaction, Chris saw none, just the gentle acceptance that she must listen. Slowly he let go and reaching down closed her thighs and towelling robe so she was covered.

"Baby I love you. I don't want to let you go, but I realise I have to. I've hurt you and broken your spirit and if I keep you here with me like this you will never get it back. Tomorrow Dave is going to take you home to your flat. Bowman is gone so you don't have a job. I've set it up for you to receive a monthly payment into your account which will allow you to live how ever you want. I realise that as soon as you go to the Police and tell them what has happened they will come for me. I accept that. But I want you to be happy. I'm so sorry I did this to you. I will always love you."

Bending his head down to hers he placed his mouth against her mouth and gently kissed her, a sweet and soft kiss, before rising to his feet and looking down. Tenderly he stroked her hair back behind her ear, then turned and left her sitting there alone, surrounded by the smell of roses. Free to do anything she wanted. No chains holding her captive, no leather binding her limbs, the freedom of decision.

Rebecca sat there in the gathering dark, under the ivy covered wrought iron structure, thinking and dwelling on her soon to be freedom.

After an hour she had come to a decision.

*

Chris sat on the couch, the glass of amber liquid balancing on his flat belly as he leaned back, his legs splayed out, and his mind numb with grief knowing that he would never see her again after tomorrow.

He looked up as she walked in through the open patio doors that led to the garden, and watched through sad eyes as she walked up in front of him, stopping between him and the coffee table.

He watched as slowly she untied the belt of the robe and reach up to slip the white fabric from her shoulders. The robe slid down her arms to a puddle around her feet on the floor, and she stood in front of him in all her glorious nakedness.

Gracefully kneeling down between his spread out knees she lifted her wrists towards him and looking him in the eye said in a clear strong voice. "Master your slave begs for him to bind her. For she consents to all her Master wants and needs and promises to be good. His little captive wishes to stay and serve and not be sent away."

Dumbfounded Chris just sat there at the lovely sight in front of him, kneeling still and quiet, her arms raised up towards him, crossed at the wrist in a gesture of servitude.

Gradually he leaned forward, placing the glass in his hand on the floor with trembling hands.

Taking her wrists in one of his, he held them together and whispered, "I accept your offer of servitude, but with some conditions. In our home and our bedroom we will be as Master and Slave, but I want you to be my full partner in life and be there on my arm to show off in public as my wife that I love and am proud of. I promise to love you and treat you with respect and never hurt you anymore than I know you want me to. Together we will bring each other pleasure and delight, and if ever you want to see your family they are welcome in our home and in our lives. Do you accept?"

Rebecca smiled up at Chris a big smile on her face, "Your little captive accepts Master, with all her heart."

Epilogue

Chris looked across the room, the noise of the party swirling around him, the drink in his hand empty, looking for her. 

Suddenly he noticed her coming towards him, a fresh drink for him held in front of her, her swollen belly round and fertile under the silky dress with their second child.

Smiling down at her, he took the drink and curled his arm protectively around her waist pulling her to him before bending down and kissing her ear.

The wife of one of the men in the small group they were standing with suddenly spoke, looking down at Rebecca's ankle.

"My that's an unusual ankle bracelet you are wearing Mrs Landsman, where ever did you get one like that?"

Rebecca laughed, her eyes twinkling as she told the blonde women in front of her. "My husband had it specially made for me as a wedding present. I've never taken it off since he put it on me on our wedding night."

All eyes looked down at her shapely ankle encircled in the inch wide band of solid silver, closed with the small silver padlock.

"Oh my, it looks almost like a manacle."

"Yes many people say that, but I like to think of it as a gift of freedom."

Chris just smiled and patted her bottom with his hand, feeling the end of the butt plug he had placed there as they were getting ready to go out earlier.

The freedom to choose to stay is much more fun that the freedom to leave for some!