0 comments/ 71719 views/ 0 favorites Imprisoned By: Mooph Jake was the financial reporter. He loved the finance world and as much as he could care he could spend his entire day at his office preparing for his next edition of "World Stock". He was bright too, and as handsome as they get. The network people had a joke that part of Jake's rating is from women fantasizing on him. Jake was well aware of that too, not once did he appear in the gossip columns dating this presenter or that model. His arrogance was limitless, and among his few friends he was known as Jake the Scorer. Jake the Scorer would dress up in the finest fashion, drive his sports car to the finest clubs. Full of smiles he would enter, he never ignored a single attractive woman, and each would receive a smile. Jake had a way with the ladies, and as if his looks weren't enough he had a smooth tongue that could charm the coldest of women. And they all melted. He was only happy to see that the new editor was a woman. Tall and brunette, with luscious long hair, her skirt slit at the side to expose gorgeous legs, her jacket barely enough to hold her full breasts. Tim could almost hear the men at the network drool as she passed along the hall. He was even happier when he noticed that she too smiles at him. With a little research he was able to discover that she's single with no current boyfriend. "Must be horny as hell" he thought to himself. A couple of weeks after the editor settled in she called Jake to her office. Jake cast a last glance at the mirror and smiled at his reflection, he liked what he saw and he knew she would to. When he arrived to the editor's office he noticed that the blinds were drawn down, the editor's assistant, Tim was sitting outside. "Have you seen her today?" Tim asked. "No, why?" Jake asked suspiciously. "She's looking the hottest that I've seen yet, and she just closed those blinds," he added those last words in a whisper and signaled Jake to go in. Jake stepped into the office and even he was shocked, the editor was sitting on the edge of the table wearing a far too short skirt, exposing her great legs and hear breast were bulging from a tight top. "Sit down, Jake," she said with a smile. Jake could feel that his cock was already semi hard. "Jake, all my reporters are out, I need someone to go into the county jail and get a pre-sentencing interview with those three women who murdered that man who tried to rape one of them. It's not a broadcast, just a cover, so you can go yourself." Jake was in shock. "ME?! I'm the financial reporter! I'm not going." "I don't remember leaving you an option Jake." "Dyke," muttered Jake as he got to his feet and walked out, the editor just smiled. On the county jail Jake was able to use his charm to gain access to the inmate's cell. There were three of them; Tanya, fat with large breasts who seemed to be the leader of the three; Annie, who looked like an innocent child and Jake's immediate thought was that she couldn't harm a fly; and Holly, with a pitch black skin and a perfect figure. Jake started the routine questions, he was hoping to end this early - after all, the case was a pretty easy one. The victim was some poor guy who tried to force himself on Annie. He was chased away from the scene by Tanya. Later the three found his identity and stalked him for days. Then they entered his apartment and murdered him in a particularly gruesome manner. Admitting everything, all three were facing the Electric Chair. The noise was first distant, in the inner cells it was barely audible. At first Jake thought that's how all prisons sound like. Then the screaming got louder, the guard by the door looked nervous and left to see what was going on. 10 minutes later an alarm shrieked throughout the compound. "What's that?!" Jake jumped off the bed he was sitting on. "Guard! Guard!" No one answered. "There ain't no guard to hear you honey" Tanya beamed at him. "What do you mean?" Jake screamed. "We hear there's a riot over the death of one of the girls yesterday. The guards are either occupied, or dead. Lucky for us you came along just today." Jake fell back at the bed "Riot? Guards? But I'm here, they wouldn't leave me here! Hold on. Lucky?" Jake was getting suspicious. "How so?" "Well, you see, handsome," Annie looked at him with her innocent eyes. "We're all going to be sent to the chair soon. And well, there's only one way to avoid the chair, really. They can't execute pregnant women." Jake started to get up. "Pregnant? What the fuck do you mean?" At that moment Tanya jumped at him and held his arms fast, "You said it baby, 'fuck' is the right word." Holly pulled out a rope from underneath the mattress and bound Jake fast. Jake struggled to escape but he couldn't. A slap from Tanya's massive arm pinned him to the bed. Annie pulled out a knife and started cutting off Jake's trousers. Jake started to beg "c'mon release me the joke is over. I don't want any trouble, just let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone." "Oh yeah" Holly seemed amused. "And what will they do to us if you do tell? Kill us? You see love, we have nothing to lose and everything to gain." "You just behave yourself." Annie was done cutting Jake's shorts. "He does have an impressive tool, this one." Annie was now running the blade in long motions along Jake's inner thighs, drawing thin red lines. "Yummy" Said Holly, she leaned and started undoing Jake's top. "you start girls", said Tanya "I'll finish." Annie was looked at Jake. "A little soft are we? Don't worry, we'll get you hard." Annie started massaging Jake's balls, her lips brushing his limp dick. Just at that moment Holly finished undoing Jake's top her hands were caressing his body, she stated moving her hands in slow silky motions, lingering on Jake's nipples and shoulders. Despite his best efforts Jake started to feel that he's getting aroused. He tried to fight back and managed to somehow push Annie backwards. Tanya slapped him in the face, "Watch out girls, we have a live one here." Jake could taste his own blood in his mouth. "I know what to do," said Holly. She quickly removed her top. Holly's breasts were small and firm. Her dark nipples were large and hard, her black skin glittered. slowly Holly lowered her breasts over Jake's exposed skin. In long motions she moved her body so that her nipples rubbed against Jake's chest and belly. She moved up and let her nipples brush against Jake's lips. Against his better judgement, Jake let his lips part a little and Holly took advantage of that. Holly pushed her nipple into Jake's mouth, letting him feel the firmness of her breast and the sweet taste of her nipple. Annie was not wasting her time as well. She started licking Jake's balls, in small tantalizing slips of her tongue, her hands worked on his lower abdomen, massaging, touching, tickling. She ran her finger along his dick in quick motions, her feather like touch slipping around the top of Jake's dick. She wet his dick with her tongue, and started breathing softly at it. She knew that she was doing the right thing, she could feel Jake's dick starting to thump to her touch. Behind her she could hear Tanya, in a heavier voice saying "I don't know about you girls but I'm starting to get hot here". Holly heard Tanya too but she was too busy with Jake. Her attempts to turn Jake on seemed to start working but it had its effect on her, she was as wet as she'd ever been. Suddenly she felt something press through the fabric of her prison clothes against her fanny. Without thinking she started rubbing against whatever it was. Her body more rigid, her nipples harder, she pushed her breasts against Jake's lips. She looked back and saw Tanya, undressed, pressing her hand against her fanny "baby, I know you love it" said Tanya. Holly was breathing too heavy to reply. Jake couldn't take it anymore, the nipple pressed against his lips was more than he could take. Leaving his reason behind he welcomed the black nipple into his mouth and started biting gently on it. He could feel he was getting rock hard. Annie's gentle touch on his dick was driving him crazy, he wanted more. He had to have more. "Go ahead bitch" he groaned to no one in particular "you have me where you want me, the least you could do is fuck me good". Tanya slapped him again but the pain and the taste of the blood served to arouse him even more. He could feel Annie's touch still gentle and teasing. Holly and Tanya were with eachother. Holly, now totally undressed was massaging Tanya's body as Tanya started biting her thighs. Tanya slipped her fingers inside Holly and smiled "you sure are wet baby". Holly was in ecstasy "go on Tanya, fuck me like only you can". Tanya's fingers were now moving in circles around Holly's clit. Annie looked happily at Jake's hard cock, her eyes were shifting towards Holly and Tanya "hey girls. Can I play too?". With a gasp Holly detached herself from Tanya and climbed over Jake. "you girls go ahead, I'll start the work here", Holly started moving, Jake's dick pressed hard against her clit, her fingers dug into Jake's sides. Annie was now being treated by Tanya, they were standing close, Annie almost half the size of Tanya, one hand squeezing and pressing Tanya's massive breasts the other sliding in and out of Tanya's fanny. Jake was mad with passion, the sight of the girls, the feeling of Holly rubbing against his dick drove him mad. He wished one of them would go down and blow him or at least start fucking him. He was ready to blow and he knew that he would probably release his load the moment he'd penetrate Holly. He struggled in his bonds, if he could only get himself free he'd show the girls what a good fuck is. Holly lowered herself and let Jake penetrate her. She only started moving when Jake shot his load in her. She looked surprised "ah, so you were more turned on than you'd have us know". She was a bit disappointed too. "well the men did his work" she said as she got up, Jake's spunk running down her leg "but I'm not satisfied yet. Annie was only too happy at that, she bent low and started licking the drops of spunk along Holly's leg and started rubbing her clit. Then Annie had an idea. Annie jumped over Jake's face and yelled "start eating, and you'd better eat good if you want to keep your balls" she pulled Holly towards her and told her to bend forward, as Jake started licking her pussy she was sticking her tongue in Holly. Jake was not left alone. He suddenly felt a strong hand close over his semi erect cock. Tanya was there and started rubbing him. Tanya pressed her mighty breasts around his cock and started tit fucking him. "I know what men like baby" she said as she skillfully started sucking him. Tanya was practiced in all the tricks. She rubbed Jake's cock while sucking his balls. Jake, struggling in his bonds, his head shot up towards Annie's pussy. He soon became hard again. He could hear Annie breath heavily, her juices pouring over his face, he could hear Holly screaming in ecstasy. Tanya was moving surprisingly fast. Although massive in form her muscles were tight and Jake felt as if his dick has been put in a juicer. Annie rolled off him, as Tanya was humping him both Annie and Holly were sliding their hands over his body, Holly biting him, Annie sucking his nipples. Sooner than he had expected he came, Tanya screaming with pleasure. As they all were through, Jake was close to fainting on the bed. Slipping between consciousness and unconsciousness he heard Annie saying "this was good. Marie did well." "Marie...?" Jake whispered. "Yeah baby, Marie" answered Tanya "Marie be my kid sister. Y'know her, she's yer editor baby." Imprisoned The white surrounding her was blinding and her eyes reflexively snapped back shut. There was a buzzing in her ears and a copper taste in her mouth. Blood. She slowly opened her eyes again, letting them adjust to the starkness of the small room she was in. A look around showed her that she was strapped to a metal bed with a thin layer of foam as a mattress in a cubicle-sized room with a toilet in the corner. There were no doors or windows. The copper in her mouth was washed away by the rising vomit of initial panic. She choked it back and struggled against her bonds. She raised her head and saw that her feet were strapped with only leather bindings, unlike her metal-bound hands, nothing she couldn't handle. Laying her head back down, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. A fine tremor of energy passed through her and the straps around her ankles lifted and undid themselves. She moved her thoughts to the metal clamps on her wrists and frowned as nothing happened. This was clearly not just any kind of metal. This had been specifically designed to hold someone like her. The clothes on her were inflammable, some sort of itchy linen garment. A frock of a gown. Her skin was not used to such coarse material and every movement she made had her skin crawling. The thought occurred to her that someone had to have stripped her at some point. She did not remember anything prior to having awoken minutes ago. Ignoring the fury that rose, she tried relaxing and looked around again to assess her situation. The ceiling was the same solid white as the wall and had a fluorescent light fixture directly above her bed. The buzzing was coming from the toilet and she had a pretty good idea that at least one of these walls was serving as a two-way mirror. Listening harder, she could hear other voices screaming and some crying. There were whispers and shouts, yelps of pain and moans of insanity. Above the din she heard her name being said: "Finweh." She tried to focus on the voice, shutting out the rest of the noise. Again she heard it, louder this time. There was urgency in the voice, as if whoever said it knew she was listening. She answered verbally and mentally, reaching out with her senses, "Who are you?" She chuckled nervously, wondering if that was really the first question she should have asked. The voice was clear now, as if the speaker was in the room with her. "I'm not an enemy." She sighed in frustration as she tried unsuccessfully to sit up. She heard her shoulder crack with the strain and a low growl passed her lips. Her power ran loose through her body, flowing out of her and into the small room. The light flickered and went out, the buzzing stopped as the toilet gurgled and flushed itself. Her small bed shook and she heard the bolts attaching it to the ground break. The ceiling and the wall to her right cracked. She heard the voice laughing. "Are you done?" It was definitely a male voice mocking her. "That's quite impressive. I didn't know you could do that. We knew they took you for a reason." She fumed. Her wrists were sore and bleeding from her struggles. She ignored the voice and tried to calm down again. She shouldn't have let herself go like that; it was too dangerous in a room this size. "Finweh, my name is Ashur. I can get you out of those things if you want." The air around her thickened and she caught the scent of earth. The metal around her wrists warmed and glowed. "Wait, what are you doing?" She could feel the heat on her arms where a pair of hands rested and her skin tingled from he warmth radiated from them. The metal melted around her, but there was no pain or burning and the hands lifted off her arms, leaving a cooling sensation running down to her wrists. "Better." She lifted her arms and rubbed her wrists, noting that the blood was gone. She strained her eyes in the dark, cursing her poor vision, the one flaw in her great powers. Sitting up she hung her legs over the side of the bed and smiled proudly at the cold rubble of concrete beneath her bare feet. She listened for the breathing of this Ashur. He was sitting next to her. "Where am I? Who has taken me and why?" She held up her hand and a small flame appeared, lighting the room dimly. There was nobody next to her, but the breathing continued. "We are in some kind of laboratory. I don't know where it is, who 'they' are, and I'm pretty sure they took you because, well, you're you." The air around her moved, pushing against her skin, sending chills along her spine. She thought on his words. Whoever took her needed her for something. Or her powers. She was the strongest of the Elementals and the heiress to the throne. But who knew about her that would dare try to something like this? "Ashur, what are you?" She sniffed at the air, enjoying his earthy scent. He smelled like the men of her tribe. He was in front of her now, but from the way his voice sounded, his back was to her. "I'm a little bit of everything. I've been here for a few months. I've lost track of the days. But Dark says we are in December now." "Dark?" "A witch a few rooms down the hall. There are five of us on this floor. We are high up. They are watching you now. Probably wondering who you are talking to. They probably think you freed yourself." She looked at the wall in front of her, trying to sense people behind it. She listened, but heard nothing but Ashur's soft breathing. "I don't understand. If you can free me, why can't you free yourself?" Ashur moved closer to her, she could feel his arm against hers. She felt eyes on her. "Each room is designed specifically for the...creature staying in it. My captors underestimated me though. They did not know I can leave my body." He chuckled quietly, moving closer still. The hair on her arms stood up as she felt his hand on hers. Beings like this were cautioned against in her tribe. "You're a telepath?" She moved her hand from under his and stood. His scent was making her dizzy. Her body was reacting strangely to his presence, tingling and shaking slightly. She needed to focus. The small flame she had created flickered as he moved to follow her. His voice was so deep; it reminded her of the trees in her forest. "Something like that," he whispered. "Aren't you wondering why they haven't come in here? You broke the light, the toilet, the bed, the walls, and the ceiling. Not to mention, you're talking to yourself." She turned on him, searching the dim room for some shape of being. She was wondering about that, and many things. Escape plans were forming in her mind, her powers, among other things, were making her skin vibrate. His voice was making her body weak. This was a spell, it had to be. "No, I don't need spells," he said, reading her mind. "But relax. They won't come in here. They took enough blood to keep them occupied for a while. They can easily rebuild the room. They are more interested in watching you," he paused, then moved behind her, lifting her long hair to reveal the tribal tattoo on her neck. "You are very interesting, Finweh." She closed her eyes, letting his words make sense in her mind, letting herself fall back, slightly surprised that there was something there to lean against. This was too unlikely. She needed to get out of this place. There were other things she should be worried about. She needed to snap out of this. The wind was in her hand before she turned around and threw it at him. She didn't know what good it would do to this formless being, but instinct made her lash out. The sheets on the bed flew aside to lie in a heap on the floor. Debris from the earlier wreckage scattered around the floor. She heard him laugh, but he was not near her anymore, he was across the room, from the sounds of it. "I told you, I won't hurt you, your Highness." He stayed where he was. "That's not what I'm concerned about. I need to concentrate and if you aren't going to help, then please leave." She summoned the flame closer to her and blew on it. It grew brighter. She sent it to the ceiling to act as her light. "Summon the earth. Bring it through the floor, or make the ground shake and bring the building down. You have all this at your disposal, use it." Again the air around her thickened. "Let me help..." She felt arms around her, lifting her hands to the position. She heard him saying words in her tongue, felt his mind brush hers, searching for what he needed to say the charms. She leaned back against him again and said the words with him, calling upon her power, beckoning the earth to rise and shake. She heard the thunder outside, she could smell the lightening. He was strong. His powers were enhancing her own. They called upon the earth louder, bracing themselves against the shaking. She felt the building shudder, heard windows shatter, walls crack and crumble. She heard shrieking and alarms blaring. She forced herself to let go completely and give into the wild release of power coursing through her veins. It screamed through her, commanding full control of her body, taking advantage of his powers as well as hers. The elders taught control and restraint. They taught that giving in was a sign of recklessness and weakness. But this felt too good to be bad. There was laughter, Ashur's and her own. She was maniacal in her release, on fire inside, powerful. The loudness of the surrounding earthquake was almost deafening. But that's all there was. The building did not crumble; the earth did not rise to meet her. She could feel it trying to answer her call, but it was far away and struggling. There were no fissures in the ground. As she lowered her arms and struggled to regain control of her powers, she did not feel him near her anymore. The screaming continued outside her unbroken walls and echoed in her head. She sunk to the floor in exhaustion. "Ashur?" There was no reply. Her flame dwindled into almost nothing, just the blue of it lighting the ceiling. She called to it, but it flickered and went out, leaving her in complete darkness. "Damn," she muttered as she tried to stand up. An arm went around her waist and guided her back to her bed. She lied down and sighed. She was fatigued. Her eyes wouldn't stay open. Her gown was torn and her fingers were bleeding again. Too much power. "Ashur?" She whispered, turning her head to the side. Still, no verbal reply, but warmth on her cheek. Her mind was cleared of all her concerns. She did not fear that whatever had captured her was coming for her again. She was not afraid of what her power had done to anyone else. All she could concentrate on was this feeling of carelessness. There were hands on her skin now and she shuddered in protest, but to no avail. A smile crept across her face as she felt lips on her neck and hands slowly skimming down her arms to her thighs. "Open." Ashur's soft voice reverberated in her head. She obeyed. Her thighs slowly parted for his eager hands. His lips were everywhere at once. She didn't even try to deny her pleasure at this point. She was caught between exhaustion and ecstasy. Finweh arched her back as she felt fingers inside her, curiously searching. "Ashur..." Her words slipped drunkenly out of her mouth. The thrill of not being able to see him made it even better. Every now and then, between gasps of pleasure, she'd open her eyes and catch a flash of brown hair, or a sliver of green eyes. She saw the pale hardness of his skin before it faded away. But it was the physicality of his fingers and lips. This non-corporeal being was touching her in ways that real men had never done. He lifted her arms above her head, blood trailing down them, and finally she felt his lips on hers. They were warm and dry, gently nudging his tongue between her lips. She heard him chuckle when she moaned in relief. She challenged the pressure of his lips and got a nip on her bottom lip in reply. There was weight on her now, but she couldn't open her eyes anymore, her lids were too heavy with sleepy pleasure. The thought that she shouldn't be able to feel his body on hers briefly crossed her mind, like a fish darting through murky waters. But the wetness between her legs betrayed any worries she might have had. There was no gentleness anymore, there was only need. Her fingers throbbed with pain, but she ignored it and raked her nails down his back, realizing that he had let her arms go. She squeezed him with her thighs as he entered her. A groan passed his lips. She winced in momentary pain. Then it was over and he was inside her. He didn't move at first and she forced her eyes open. He was looking at her, panting slightly. He was bracing himself on either side of her head. He smiled as he caught her eye and finally moved inside her. He was hot, thick and hard as he pushed himself deeper. She felt her body tighten around him and she sighed aloud in pleasure. Her skin was on fire now and every part of her body screamed with need and aching. His green eyes were her world; his steady, rhythmic rocking lulled her to complete bliss. There was nothing but the feel of his cock inside her and the sound of his moans in her ear. He pushed himself in to the hilt, and then pulled himself almost all the way out before slamming back into her. She cried out, raising her hips to meet his, clawing at him with her bloody nails. He grunted as he suddenly wrapped his arms around her and flipped her on her hands and knees. He grabbed a handful of her long hair and yanked her head back as he relentlessly thrust intro her. Her knees screamed in pain as they rested on the cool metal bed beneath her, but she ignored it and pressed herself against him wantonly. Ashur bent over her and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing gently. Her eyes remained closed and the sound of their bodies knocking against each other kept her grounded in reality. A wave of energy was rising in her; it felt like power gathering itself. She was calling out in pleasure, begging for more, begging that he not stop. His laughter was deep and he rammed into her harder, panting. Everything was fire now. It was scorching every part of her. Her cries alternated between pleasure and pain, but she was lost to the flames. Her power burst through her as she climaxed. He was completely supporting her limp body, groaning and pumping, caught in his own orgasm. The walls shook and cracked and there was real fire around them now as energy crackled visibly through the air. She collapsed to the metal bed as the walls threatened to crumble down. She opened her eyes and tried to see him, but there was nothing, just thick air, pungent with the smell of wet earth. She moved her hand to her hair, pushing it off her forehead. She gasped as her fingers touched her skin. She was burned. Her whole body was burned, not badly, but enough that it hurt to move. She tried to call for rain, but her powers were spent. Closing her eyes she tried to sleep. The walls around her stopped shaking and the energy faded away. Shreds of her burnt gown fell to the floor as doors opened and people shuffled in. Voices muttered and hands prodded her charred body. Their strange words kept her on the brink of consciousness. Words like 'dying,' 'spent,' and, 'just like he was supposed to.' She was lifted and carried off, her mind wavering in and out, and her body aching. The last thing she heard was her name whispered on a sigh. Imprisoned Author's note: I could never finish this or go any further with this then I did. Don't expect a sequel and don't be offended. It's my first. Everyone remembers their first. "Be back soon, bitch." He said huskily before shutting and locking the door, like she would escape. "I'm awaiting for you hungrily, Master." She said without hesitation. Farrah caught her breath, for the first time in two days she had a moment to rest. Her arms and legs were tied to the bed with rope and she wasn't wearing anything. A window was open, and there was a brisk chill. She had been screaming for hours and by now she knew that no one would hear her cries of despair. Farrah gave up and just lied there. My fault, she thought sadly, and for the millionth time, she went into a cycle of things she could've done to avoid this sexually slavery. If she hadn't been desperate to pick up some deodorant that night instead of waiting till morning she wouldn't be here. If she had taken Lana, her germen shepherd who'd been begging to go along, she would've protected her. If she, in haste, had taken her purse with her mace and phone in it instead of ten dollars in her pocket, Farrah might've fought him off. Lastly, if she hadn't worn the new pair of six-inch pumps to the convenient store to break them in, she could've run away in time. It was a bracing night for Farrah that day. She was in a night gown when she decided late that night that she needed more deodorant. She knew if she didn't get to the pharmacy soon it would close on her. Farrah was hurriedly buttoning her pea-coat and strapping on those heels when she heard Lana whining. She turned back and petted her pup. She was three, but to Farrah Lana was her puppy still. "I'll be back soon, Lana, be good." Looking back on it, Farrah decided that her sweet dog was trying to warn her of the impending danger. She stepped out of her condo on the quiet street in the small town. Her black hair was in its natural, curly state. Farrah noticed the red van parked down on her side the street, her neighbor was a contractor, she didn't think anything of it. She turned right and walked calmly down the dimly lit street. Her hair was whipping around her face. Farrah put her hands in her pocket, it was a late summer night, and it was already dark. There wasn't a star in the sky when she looked up. Farrah heard the distant van's engine start up and slowly careen down the street. Her heart raced. "You're being paranoid." She told herself as she found herself quickening pace. She was almost in the shop when she fell flat on her face. He got out of the van and already had his giant hands around waist and was picking her up off the ground; she kicked and screamed out the words everyone uses, "Help! Somebody help!" But the streets were empty and the pharmacy clerk was in the back room. The man threw her in the back of the van and then pounced on her and put a chloroformed rag to her face. Farrah was out cold, her world spiraling into long nightmares of what he might do to her. Axel was constantly looking back at her while he drove to his secluded home in the forest. He knew that if she woke when he was driving she could easily attack him or escape, and he wasn't going back to prison. Axel glanced in his rearview mirror and fixed a stray hair. Fool, it won't matter what you look like to her; he thought and suppressed a laugh. He was handsome no matter what he did. It was too easy to take Farrah. Axel already disconnected all security cameras in her town, using that computer of his. But it was still a gamble to kidnap her. He pulled up to his log cabin, five miles out into the woods. Mommy and Daddy happily gave him the large lot of land to hide his skeletons from their precious political careers. Axel put another chloroformed rag to her face and let her breath it in, just to be safe. He flung her over his shoulder, and Axel thought of her like a rag doll. Her breast lay against his back as he opened the door to the house and made way to the left to the room he prepared for her. In it there was a king-sized bed facing a fireplace along with a bathroom attached to the room. On the headboards of the bed around were strings of rope. Axel was hard at the thoughts of her in such state. He laid her down on the bed and began to tie her hands and feet with rope to the bed posts. It was a simple knot, one of the first ones he learned as a boy, but he knew that his pet wouldn't be able to move an inch. He took out his switch blade and cut open her pea coat. Axel smiled at the nightgown underneath. It was fleece and had little white sheep on a blue background, but he was pleased that it barely covered her moon-shaped ass. He almost regretted cutting that off her too. Axel looked at the underwear, plain; she wasn't going on any dates. Axel tore those away from her body, bundled all the clothes together and tossed them into the fire, she wouldn't need them. It was getting stuffy from the increased flames in the fire, Axel walked over to the window and un-latched it and opened it. He closed the light, translucent cotton curtains. The wall faced away from the driveway but he didn't want her to be too entertained while he was away. He walked out of the room, leaving the door open, she would only see the wall facing the door, but Axel wanted to hear her when she awakened. Axel was half-tempted to go inside her unconscious pussy while she was asleep on the bed, but deciding against it, chuckling. First impressions, Axel. An hour later he heard Farrah's worried voice, "Help! Somebody! Is anyone there? Help!" He laughed quietly as he stood up to walk to her room, they always scream for help. When the man walked into the room, Farrah regretted shouting for help. "Take my money and let me go." She pleaded, "I won't tell anyone, just let me go." Farrah struggled with the ropes that bound her to the bed, but it was no use. She was naked on the bed and couldn't move except to thrust her body upward and slightly to the sides. She was uncomfortable with her nakedness. Farrah had a suspicious fear that she would be used to it soon. He was handsome. A rugged man in a black t shirt and jeans, his hair was a deep brown and his jaw was sharp and defined. His nose was round and pointed and he had a slight beard. Farrah noticed his eyes, a grey-blue that looked violet in the light from the window. She also made a mental note of his tattoo on his wrist, a tiger. She watched as she eyed her like a piece of meat. "Scream all you want," he said darkly, a growl in his voice, "No one will ever hear." "Please, I have money, I'll give it all to you, just let me go, I swear I'll be quiet." Farrah appealed. "Just don't hurt me." "You whore." He called her, "I'll make you scream." He began to take off his shirt in front her, his muscles pulsing with desire. "You like that, slut?" Farrah didn't, she tried to press her legs together to resist as he was on top of her erect with his giant cock. She yelped as he slapped her hard across the face. Tears streamed across her face. His hands were on her breast squeezing them tightly as he thrust inside of her. It was painful and Farrah looked up and tried to not see his face. He rammed her pussy and she was screaming in pain, no, please, she wanted to say, be merciful, but it hurt even more to yell out. Farrah didn't want him to see how wet she already was. He began to pull apart her folds as far as they would go so he could go in deeper and harder, he took his cock out and drove into her like a speeding bullet again and again, until Farrah blacked out in tortured pain. She was awakened from bliss-less sleep when he whispered into her ear, "Say 'yes master.'" Farrah knew there was no point in fighting him. "Yes, master." She answered through choked tears. Axel turned on the hose and sprayed her down with cold water. She squirmed and yelled in surprise. He aimed it at her cunt and she yelled even louder. He was already hard again. "Did you like that, Bitch?" He asked her slowly, hoping she wouldn't reply correctly. "No." She said through her tears. He pulled the handle again and washed her down on the highest water pressure, this time at her face. She shut her mouth and eyes. He had to show dominance, "Now, I'll ask again. Did you like that bitch?" He waited while she contemplated that one, "Yes, master." But Axel could see the rebellious spirit in her eyes, it'll be fun breaking this filly. "Bitch, what shall you address me as from now on?" Axel asked after he hosed her down once more. "Master." "Good. " He replied, satisfied that she was cold and shivering, he through the hose out of the window and jumped out, turning off the water. He walked back in on her silently waiting for him, dripping wet. "Did you miss me?" Farrah replied through gritted teeth, "Yes, Master." Axel slapped her for that. "Do you want another?" "If it pleases you, Master," Farrah replied, trying to sound sincere. He slapped the girl on the other cheek. Axel found himself even harder. He took the chloroformed rag out of his pocket and held it over her face. She didn't even struggle. Farrah woke up to find she was bent-over, taped to the wall, her hands were taped to her ankles and her hair was tied back in a tight bun. She was amazed at how deeply she slept; she was half hoping that she would sleep through this round of anal penetration. She looked over her legs to find him taking in the scent of her ass hole and cunt. She felt his hot breath on her ass. Farrah was thankful that she was flexible. She felt him spank her, "Wake up, you whore!" He yelled at her as he yanked her hair. Farrah whimpered, "Yes, master." He stuck his finger up her ass and she cringed in from pleasure. He then blew lightly into her. "That's all the lube you get, my cunt." Farrah bit her lip to avoid from screaming out as he thrust into her again like a freight train. Just keep still, she thought, trying not to focus on the pain. Farrah figured that he must've been eight inches long and an inch wide. He spanked her again and she knew that her cheeks must be red. Blood ran down her legs as he came all down her back. It burned like crazy. Farrah did scream when he ripped the duct tape off her. She collapsed to the floor. "Please, Master." He gave her a sharp kick and she lurched with pain. "On your knees, slut," He growled at her Farrah stayed on the ground her eyes were shut. For the first time in a long time she prayed silently. Please let someone find me, please give me mercy, God, let me go, give me a chance. She was yanked up by the hair and her mouth was held around his erect cock, "Suck it, you bitch!" Her eyes stung with tears as she began to suck lightly on the tip, caressing the whole with her tongue. Farrah's head was pushed further up is cock and she was so started she almost choked on his massive cock. She licked it further and sucked it harder when the semen came into her mouth. Farrah knew she was expected to swallow it like it was soda pop. She gulped eagerly. He knocked her aside and she fell to the floor, "Take a bath you dirty whore." She sniffled, "Yes, Master." Farrah stood up and made her way around him, she jumped as he spanked her. Farrah continued to the bathroom and looked around her when she saw him locking the door behind her. There was no windows and no way out for Farrah. On her right was a claw foot tub and to her left were the sink and the toilet. On a shower rod hanging over the toilet she saw the skimpiest lingerie. It was a set, a black bra and thong, a corset and garters. Farrah turned on the water and was pleased to find hot water. She was still dripping from the hose. She looked into the tub and realized that there was bubble bath dripped into the bottom of the tub along with red rose petals. Farrah was stricken with fear that he would invade the bath and take her there too. There was a jab of pain when she lifted her leg into the tub and got in. She was aching everywhere. All of her cheeks were red and sore, it was tender where he yanked the duct tape off her, her head was sore from him yanking her by the hair, her breasts were aching from his hands and her legs and pussy were sore to walk on. Sitting in the tub was a challenge, but then again, so was everything those days. She laid there in the tub after scrubbing all the dirt off her and shampooing her hair, wondering how long she could stay before he got impatient. Farrah looked at the lingerie he left her. Why would you expect him to give you real clothes? She asked herself, feeling like a fool. Axel wore blue boxers and had his computer on his lap, watching her from the cameras located in front of, above and next to the bathtub. Axel watched her as she lathered and washed herself. Now she was just lying there. He hid the cameras there so she wouldn't try and kill herself or try and escape out the air ducts, but the cameras did have perks. He contemplated how long he would let her stay in there doing nothing. He set a timer for twenty minutes and arranged about making her breakfast. It wasn't anything special, just a couple eggs and some toast. He heard the timer ding and went stormed into her bathroom, "What the hell are you doing?" he raged at her. She jumped in fear and cringed from what punishment he might give her. He found her breast jumping along. "Nothing, Master." She responded shakily. Axel was pleased at her fear. "I want you in that lingerie and out of the bathroom in ten minutes, you filthy skank!" He slammed the door shut, not bothering to lock it this time. Axel frowned and leaned his head against the door, making sure she was actually listening. Yes, the water is draining and she is shuffling about, he thought satisfactorily. He set an ornate pillow on the ground and the plate in front of the fire. Axel turned as she walked out of the bathroom in the lingerie. She was more beautiful without clothes, but Axel knew she would be more comfortable in them. "Sit down and eat, you ugly slut." She didn't say a word as she walked over to sit on the pillow, Axel saw that she was uncomfortable wearing the lingerie and found he pleased. Let her be weak. She sat down and picked up the fork and slowly began to eat the eggs. He took out the chloroformed rag and moved to get the chloroform out of the drawer, she looked up, hearing the rustling of clothing, but didn't turn around to see what her captor was doing. Axel smiled darkly, let her wonder, he opened the bottle and dipped the rag into its large top and let it soak for a few seconds before taking it out and wringing it. Axel saw that she was done with her food and ordered her, "Strip for me, my dove." She glanced to the door warily, but Axel wasn't worried. She pulled the corset over her head boringly, and undid her hair. He watched her hungrily as she slipped off her entire outfit, leaving the bra and thong on. "Leave the thong on, whore." She nodded and unclipped the bra and threw that off. He saw her tremble from what, fear, disgust or the chill in the air? He didn't particularly care. He walked over to her and she shirked away. "Please, give me rest." She whimpered, "I'm so tired." Axel slapped her across the face, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "You'll do as I say." "No." That one word was all it took for Axel to flip on her. Axel rushed her and twisted her left nipple hard while pinching her tender ass, knowing she was in pain. "What was that whore?" Her lips quivered in fear, "N-n-nothing, m-m-master." "That's what I thought, you'll receive punishment for that later." Axel growled and put the rag to her face. She slumped and Axel picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a piece of game. He tied her to the bed again. And inspected the few lit candles on the night stand. Plenty of wax for all the night. Farrah was never good at defying anyone, she recollected at she awakened to find him facing away for her, looking out the window. She shut her eyes-keep calm, stay asleep, still as a rock, Farrah thought to herself. She then overheard him talking. She felt herself tied to the bed again, but found her wrists more used to the ropes, as well as her legs left free to rest on the bed. "She's not working out, Axel." She heard him tell himself. "It's only the second day; she'll learn soon enough who is god in this house." He replied to him. Axel continued on, "She should know by now, you can't let her defy you." "She needs more time, more dominance. Besides, I think she's a challenge." "You don't need a challenge, you need a sex slave. Murder her and find someone else." "No, no, that won't do. I'll give her one more chance to for her to prove submissive, if she fails, I'll murder her and move on." "Well, better act quickly, we don't have much time." She thought sadly, Axel, his name is Axel, and if I don't submit he'll kill me. Farrah thought quickly. He had been quiet for some time, "Master?" He turned and her eyes fluttered open. "Yes?" "I'm awake, master." Farrah replied, yes, test me, you bastard. Axel paused, "And?" Farrah found herself caught off guard, but recovered quickly enough. "I'm feeling much better." She tried to sound sexy. "That's nice, anything else you'd like to share?" "You're cock is so huge, Master." Farrah went on to lie, "I'm wet just thinking about it." He nodded, and Farrah knew he didn't believe her. She was always a bad liar. "You should punish me, for being so bad to you, master." She added, trying to use her last chance wisely. She tried to sound sincere. Axel grinned and she suppressed a shudder. "You shouldn't try to top from the bottom, and for that, I will punish you, you, my pussy." "Anyway you want it, master." Farrah tried to sound seductive, and couldn't tell if he noticed her mistakes or not. Axel picked up the candle. "And if I want to pour warm wax all over your chest?" "Yes! Make me scream, Master!" She replied hotly. "And if I want to spank you with a riding crop?" He challenged. "Make me bleed, Master!" She answered again. He grinned widely and picked up the candle, Farrah felt her heart race, pretend to like it, just pretend. He dipped it onto her chest. "Oh yes, Master, that feels so good. More!" She squealed in feigned happiness. "You dirty girl." He cooed, letting the wax run down her breasts and onto the bed. "You like that, don't you?" Farrah forgot the rest of the night. "Be back soon, bitch." "I'm waiting for you hungrily, Master." Farrah finally replied for the second time. Axel didn't even bother to tie her back up to the bed. He closed the door and locked it. She looked at the window and wondered quietly if he was testing her, Farrah wasn't sure. If I continue to stay, he'll trust me and I'll get an even bigger chance to escape, she wondered, but if I stay I'll be raped more. Farrah resolved to stay on the bed and take a cat nap. She dreamt she was back in her apartment. Farrah almost believed it when she awakened, her eyes were still closed, but then she remembered. I'm a sex slave, and he'll kill me if I resist him, Farrah thought sadly as she turned towards the door, no way was she going to let him take her from behind ever again. Farrah watched as he returned, freshly showered and shaved himself. He met her gaze and commanded to her, "Spread your legs, whore." She complied easily and gasped in surprise and shameful pleasure he began to lick and nibble on the folds of her vagina. Farrah felt him flick his tongue in and out of her moist pussy. She'd never received oral before and it felt amazing. It was exactly what she needed from him. Farrah was relieved to find out that after her giving and giving to him he'd give back in the biggest way. When suddenly just at the brink of climax, and on the edge, he stopped! Imprisoned Farrah whimpered as he got up, "Please, master, don't leave me like this." He grabbed her chin and made her look into his purple eyes and growled, "I will choose when I will let you orgasm, if my pet orgasms without my permission, I will see that she is punished severely, am I understood?" She was so aroused, and answered dejectedly, "Yes, master." Farrah looked up at his smile and wondered what he would do next, "This is where the true domination begins, my pet." She nodded. Eager to please him, but she watched in disappointment as he walked to the dresser, fumbling through the drawers for something, what was it? Farrah asked herself in fury that she couldn't see for herself what Axel was doing without letting Axel know of her curiosity. She guessed that she would be punished if he knew. "Which color do you prefer? Black or purple?" He called around to her, bent over looking for something. Farrah thought to herself, and, sure that he was going to give her the opposite of what she picked, would pick black. But then again, she reconsidered, he wants to dominate, let him choose, yes, that would please him. "Whichever you prefer, master." Farrah finally replied. He held a jewel-encrusted, black leather collar in his hand, whispered to her sweetly, "Swear your complete obedience and submission to me, and I promise I won't withhold all of your future orgasms." She looked at him and back to the collar in his hands. Farrah didn't want to live like this, she was captured, not taken by will, raped continuously. I won't obey him, let him kill me. But, Farrah thought, she didn't want to not orgasm, she felt so denied and helpless. In the end, she answered back, "No." He smiled viciously and placed the collar on the nightstand, "You'll swear and wear that collar of mine by the end of the fourth day, my pet. I'll show you what it's like to be denied pleasures that I give you." Farrah wondered, as he put the chloroform to her lips, if that would be true. Axel untied her and cradled her in his arms, as she was unconsciously snuggling up against his chest. He carried her out of the room and down the hall to the spare room full of his sex toys. He brought her to the punishing bench and began to fasten her into the doggie-style position on the contraption. He began to kiss her neck to awake his pet. She jerked around in surprise wondering where she was and tried to struggle against her current restraints. It was as though she remembered where she was and what she had done to deserve his punishment, her head slumped down in shame of it. He knelt down to look at her eyes to eye, but she wouldn't meet his gaze. He cupped her chin in his hands, but her eyes were on the floor under them. "Look at me, my pet." Axel said, trying to sound soft, he wanted her to work out, to swear herself to him. She stared at him, her eyes pleading, and Axel continued, "You disobeyed me, even when I offered you pleasure in return for your submission. I admit, it will be more fun forcing you to beg for that collar on your neck than having you accept it, but, all the same, I must punish you." "Please..." Farrah whispered to him, but whatever words she said after that didn't matter to him now. He put a finger to her lips and crooned, "No, my pet, you have made your choice, perhaps after this punishment I will ask you to swear to me again, or perhaps I will not and turn you onto a different form of punishment, and ask you after that. Either way, eventually I will ask you to wear my collar again, soon." Axel walked over to the shelf and pulled a remote-controlled, vibrating-dildo off the wall and walked around his pet, savoring her eyes following the sex toy in his hands. He deliberately left the remote where it lied on the chair across from where his slave was trussed up. "This is a dildo, it's relatively equivalent to my size, just for your imagination my pet, can you imagine me doing this to you from now on, I wonder?" Axel looked at her vagina, glad that it was recently waxed, he'd have to call in one of his friends to re-wax it sometime, if their rendezvous lasted that long. He prodded the dildo into her wet pussy, pleased that his slave was so aroused with her current bondage. He pulled it in and out of her, inching deeper each thrust until it was all the way in. His pretty pet huffed in befuddlement as Axel sat in the red velvety, claw-foot chair across from her. She finally commented to him submissively, "It's not doing anything, master." "Oh?" Axel feigned surprise to her, "Are you sure, my pet?" Farrah nodded to him, looking eager and horny. He pulled out the remote and showed it to her, "Did I mention my toy has a remote that senses when you are about to orgasm to I can adjust the vibration accordingly?" Without waiting for a response from his slave, he turned on the vibrator to its highest setting and watched her happily convulse. She gasped in surprise, trying to arch her back in pleasure, but couldn't move at all in response to her miraculous toy. Axel was satisfied that she would wear his collar. Soon. He was reading a book and halfway through the first page when his remote beeps thrice. Axel lowered the setting by two and went on, ignoring her pleas as best as he could. Luckily, her punishment has many vibration settings. Tears of pleasure ran down Farrah's face as she begged him by the end of the long day of that dildo, she swore to herself that she wouldn't beg him in the beginning, only whimper. "Please master! Let me come! Please!" He shook his head and lowered the setting and went about reading that book of his after telling, "There is no point begging me, my pet, I will end your punishment when I finish my favorite book, and mind you, I am a fast reader. Besides, eventually, you should experience a ruined orgasm." Just when she was at peak, again and again, the damned remote began to beep thrice and he would lower the setting. Farrah slowly began to anticipate the beep, hoping that it wouldn't beep, but trigger an orgasm. With that, the remote beat twice. "Are you defying my punishment, my pet?" He looked up from his book asked demandingly, his voice stern yet soft. She nodded through choked sobs, not wanting to speak out of her shame. Almost immediately she felt a light electrifying shock running from her clitoris up to the very edges of her body and back. She screamed in pleasure pain, begging him to stop in a tortured whine, "Please Master! I promise to obey! I swear my complete obedience and submission to you! I swear! I swear! Make it stop, just make it stop!" Farrah watched him close the book and remarked to her, "You are lucky I am done with my book, my pet." He shut off the dildo and she slumped in exhaustion against it, knowing she'd swear the second he asked. He walked around her smacking her once on the ass and pulling out the dildo simultaneously. Her master brought it up to her mouth and commanded her, "Tell me what you taste like." Farrah looked at him and shamefully looked at the dildo, yes it was his size, but it was slick with the moistness of her pussy. She kissed it lightly when he corrected, "Ah-ah, my pet, take my gift to you in your mouth and tell me what you taste like." She nodded and began to take the phallus in her mouth suppressing her gag reflex, and trying to pinpoint a taste as he pulled the clean dildo out of her mouth. "It tastes like cum, Master, thank you." It tasted warm and sweet. Her master beamed at her and began to grab something from the shelf, she whirled her head and craned her neck to see what he was getting. Please let him ask me, please ask, please ask, she pleaded with her eyes as she liked her lips in anticipation. She watched him turn and squirmed in fear at the shackles in his hands. "Did my pet think that her punishment would be over?" her master asked here as he placed the new shackles, connected by a piece of silk connected to shackles that would go around her wrists. "Please Master, no more, I promise to obey, I do!" Farrah beseeched him as he put the other to shackles around her wrists, also connected to each other, with a long silk rope in the middle of the connecting silk of both shackles. They were gripping, not enough to cut off circulation but not loose enough for her to shimmy out of. He ignored her comment and told her while kneading her ass cheeks, "It'll be easier to crawl then walk hunched, and less painful, my pet." Her master let go of her left ass cheek and dug through his pocket as Farrah thrashed her head to see what he was doing, hoping he would take her in the ass. She sighed in surprise when she heard the squirting of lube and he laughed, "Don't you wish that I would ram my cock up your sweet ass?" "Yes Master, please take my ass." Farrah asked him. Axel was awfully tempted to go ape-shit on his pet's ass, but knew he would need to condition his little slave to be the ultimate sub, and she needed to be corrected. There was no way he was going to get rid of her now. This was paradise to Axel! He had the lube in his hand and ran it over and around her ass, telling her that she would receive a severe punishment if she came without his permission. Lastly, he lubed up his favorite butt-plug, a medium sized black one that had a fake dog tail attached to it. Axel prodded it into her tight ass and smiled at Farrah's tortured whimper. He undid the straps on the punishment bench and picked her up by the waist to place her on the ground, "When dogs disobey, they are sent outside. Follow me, my pretty doggy." Axel left the door open for her and turned left, heading for the back porch, it would be cool tonight, but very chilling for his naked pet. He stood at the back porch door, examining the screened room with pleasure as his doggy moved to catch up with him. He could tell that the plug hindered her movements further and contemplating pulling it out, but decided against it as he watched her tail sway back in forth as she struggled to move swiftly through the door. She looked to the left and stopped, a whimper escaping her lips. "On your back, my little doggy let me see your breasts." Axel ordered her softly, his stern voice underlining the command. "I-I can't, I'm sorry, Master, the chains..." His doggy spoke softly, her ass clenching in anticipation of a spanking. He flipped her over in a fluid motion, holding her neck to the floor, "You are my dog, and you will only sound as a dog in these fetters. Move your knees and hands down below your nipples, my doggy." She knew that he wasn't doing this for pleasure, but only to dominate her, his slave. Farrah was whimpering as her neck constricted when she breathed inward. Slowly, she lowered her shack almost to the point where her knees were straight and looked up, and whimpered more, begging him to have mercy on her body. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching her reaction as she arched her back in pain, he'd have to correct that. Her nipple became hard and perky and he took out a half-pound nipple clamp and stuck it on her, and she yelped in pain as the nipple clamp and her breast spilled to her side from the weight. Axel did the same for her right breast and kissed the tears on her cheeks and told her, "If you take out the clamps or somehow manage to be free of your restraints, I will further this current punishment. Get back on all fours, Pet." Axel watched as she struggled to get on her feet, but whether it was from her pain or her defiance, she couldn't get up and whimpered to Axel. He pet her on the back, her hand lingering at her ass and pointed to the dog wire dog crate for a small Labrador retriever and opened the door and gestured her inside the crate, and told her as she turned around to face her master from within the crate, "Bad doggies stay in their crate for the night." She whimpered and whined to him, begging and shaking her tail. But Axel shut the crate and told her that she would be fed soon, and that he won't tolerate his doggie crying and whimpering after him. Farrah didn't complain much about the plug, other than the fact that she felt it every time she moved. Her breast ached and her knees were sore from walking around them. She tried to move the blanket under her so that was shielded from the creeping cool night that would be autumn in this forest, but those awfully-restricting shackles didn't help her in that quest. She tried lie down or sit on her ass but every movement hurt. Her master was an awful sadistic man. She was shivering as she lost feeling in her toes. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she saw her master in the kitchen, preparing a sandwich. She looked at the bread and meat and cheese hungrily as it was heated in the microwave. The slave felt her stomach stormed inside of her. Farrah knew that the heated sandwich was hers when he put it in a metal dog dish. She whimpered and whined as her grinning master brought it out to her and shook her tail furiously as he stood over the cage. "Does my doggy want a treat?" Axel teased her as she stared at the food hungrily. She bobbed her head and whined at him enthusiastically. Farrah found herself starving insanely as he opened the crate door and set the dog dish down on the floor at her feet, her master warned her, "Use your hands to eat this treat, and you will eat dog food." Farrah did her best to eat the sandwich as she ripped it and chewed furiously, afraid that he would take it away from her and deny her food. The sandwich was easier to eat when she ate one thing at a time. First the top slice of bread, than the mayo-coated turkey, third the cheese, lastly the slice of bread. She looked at him and butted her head against the cage and whined for him to let her out. Axel shook his head and closed the screen door behind him as he left his slave in the dead of night. Farrah leaned against the side of the cage and drifted off into a restless sleep. It was okay, but every time she moved that plug would wiggle inside her every time she woke in shock. The longest she did sleep was two hours, and when she awoke then she found marks on her side from the cage. She gave up on sleep an hour ago and was watching the sun rise through the forest. When the sun was barely over the tall trees Axel came in and opened the dog crate and said to her gently, "Your punishment is over, don't say a word, just come out of the crate and let me attend to you." He looked relatively gentle, almost human today, if not for Farrah being on her hands and knees crawling towards her. Farrah crawled slowly out of the cage and watched her master warily as he knelt down to under the fetters and slide them off her. She felt as her master's hand fall naturally to her ass, she cringed for a spanking but only found a flush of relief as he slowly pulled the plug out of her stretched asshole. She still felt it inside her, though. Farrah flopped to the floor in defeat and utter exhaustion from the night. Axel didn't order his slave or command her to get up like he normally did, which bothered the hell out of him. He picked her up and cradled the girl in his arms as he carried her to the bed. Axel felt her squirm (or was it struggle?) when she believed that he was going to mount her on the covers. He whispered, "No, my sweet, today you will not lift a finger for me, nor receive punishment." The bath water was already drawn as he placed her gingerly in the water. His slave breathed in heavily as he began to massage her shoulders with massage-oil. Axel told her, "You're very beautiful, and I want nothing more than to make you feel beautiful. I just ask for complete control over and obedience from you." He felt her as she breathed deeply and knew she must be thinking deeply, contemplating what she should do. Axel didn't prefer all of her contemplating whether or not obeying him. It made him hard just to see the rebellious spirit in her eyes. "I do care about you, I certainly don't want you to feel as though I enjoy hurting you this way." His slave spoke out to him. "If you cared, and didn't take enjoyment in my pain, why let me suffer?" Axel was stumped and he had to suppress punishing her once more. "If I wasn't trying to win your affection, you'd be in the dog crate. And as I said before, I want your obedience and control, your punishment was only the conditioning of such." After five minutes of silence, "I hate you." Farrah finally told him. "I never asked for you to love me," Axel replied blandly, "I asked for your submission. It makes no difference whether or not you care about me." Axel kneaded her swollen breasts. "You'll suffer my heavy embraces no matter what." Axel leaned around her to kiss the rolling tears down her cheeks, before kissing her eyelids. He noted how her lip was trembling with fear. How am I frightening her now? "And if I resist you?" She clutched her knees to her chest, and Axel wanted to fuck her. "I suppose I'll have more fun punishing you." His slave lapsed into silence. "I suppose it would be easier for you if you submitted." He added finally. Axel rinsed his slave's hair and picked her out of the water and stood her up on the floor mat. He reached for a towel as he heard her shift her weight between feet. Axel turned and saw her looking away from him. He began to dry her shoulders, moving the towel sensually down her arms. Axel felt her chest rising in surprise and was satisfied that at least his slave responded to his caresses. He massaged her breasts with the towel for a while until moving down her hips and legs. His slave moaned in desire when he didn't dry her pussy. "Perhaps if you spread your legs, my sweet dove." Axel murmured to her. He was pleased when she complied. Axel rubbed the soft towel in between her thighs. He took both hands under the towel and massaged both of the lips, while suckling her neck. She moaned until she was trembling in orgasm. "Follow me." Axel opened the door of the bathroom for her and told her to sit on the bed and wait for him. He was in ecstasy when she obeyed him. She's listening! "What do you want for dinner?" Provided you don't get fat. He wanted to add quietly. "Food." He had to resist a growl, "What do you want for dinner?" She rolled over and grumbled back, "Pizza Hut." Axel sat on the bed and stroked her hair and crooned. "Even my dove knows that I know better than to leave you here by yourself and trust that you'll not run off into the woods. I'll make whatever I have in the house for you." His slave moaned in response. He pursed his lips and told her how he rummaged through her trash and found all of her favorite foods. "What does my little dove want?" "I'm not hungry." She finally said dejectedly. Axel growled, genuinely annoyed now, "I could tie you to a chair and force feed you." His naughty slave told him coldly, "Then I hope you cook something delicious." "You're not making it easy on yourself." "Maybe I don't want it to be easy." That caused Axel to do a double-take, "Are you sure?" Farrah was wet and getting wetter at the thought of being dominated, "Yes, master." She had lost most hope that she would escape. She couldn't see her Master, nor would she turn for a glimpse of what he was doing. He heard him rolling off the bed and fumbling through the drawers for something. Her heart was beating crazily in curiosity as to what it was. When suddenly a black silk slid over her eyes like a creeping cat, she didn't hear him come to her. Her cunt was trembling with the blindfold over her eyes, aware of her new senses. Her eyesight gone, the slave felt herself being lifted and slung over Axel's shoulder, "Watch your head, dove." She felt herself being sat down on a chair and her hands placed firmly on the armchairs and smelt a lunch of mashed potatoes and meat and some green vegetables. It smelt delicious. Knowing better than to feed herself, Farrah sat waiting her eyes fleeting to every corner of the blindfold in hopes to see her captor. She did hear the cutting up of food with metal utensils on a ceramic plate. Chewing followed and then she felt the bits of a sausage eased into her mouth. She chewed at the food, so ambrosial. Imprisoned "Did you like that?" Farrah nodded, "Yes, Master." Silence, "Would you like more?" "I-um-yes?" Farrah knew full and well that she would have to work for every bite of it. More was fed into her mouth, hot mashed potatoes that burned the roof of her mouth, and sausages, it was all delicious when Axel stopped feeding her food and commented, "A friend and his slave will be coming over later this evening, a man and his boy slave, I think he's your age, the slave, the master is older." Axel laughed, "No matter their ages, we'll all still be using you. What? Farrah wanted to shout, she didn't know that she wasn't the only one, she whimpered in response, Axel kissed her fore head and swore to his slave, "If you don't obey and satisfy them as well as me, you'll be severely punished. I will not appear soft in front of my friend." It was later that day, Farrah was ordered to shave every hair on her legs, cunt, and armpits, as well as tie back her hair in a lose bun. They had resumed the more formal master and slave relationship since dinner, after Axel whipped her for speaking out of turn. He took pleasure in inspecting that every hair was gone from her legs and cunt. The doorbell rang, and she stood on her hands and knees on a very low platform so that each man could stand and fit his penis into her pussy, ass, or mouth. Farrah was sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of three men all at once. The two new guests were both handsome. One, the slave obviously, was naked, and was muscular and pale with amber hair and vibrant green eyes. The Master was slightly older than Axel, also looked to have been in prison at one point, with grey tips on his blond hair. Axel greeted him warmly, "Roy, you son of a gun! When I asked for you to bring one of your slaves I didn't mean a male model!" Farrah gulped, Roy has more slaves? She watched the other slave blush, his cock was bobbing up and down, yet he was not ashamed of his nakedness as Farrah was at that moment. "Oh please," Roy answered back, "You kidnapped a beauty of a slave, my little pussy whore will be pleased when he gets his dick in her." "Ah, so we are both punishing are slaves." Axel commented. Roy spanked his slave, and he jumped in fright, but did not make a sound, "I caught him with one of my female slaves, and what are you punishing your slave for?" "Being a dick whore, all she wants is my dick, and it's getting out of hand." Farrah wasn't sure if he was lying or she was beginning to be obsessive over his large dick. Axel loved it, and never punished her for it before. Roy laughed, "May I tie the ropes this time?" Axel nodded and handed him soft-looking rope. Farrah watched Roy lead his slave over next to her. Without being told, this handsome slave weaseled under Farrah and laced his hands and ankles around her back and neck and waited expectantly. Farrah pleaded with her eyes to Axel, Please let me touch him, she wanted to ask. This slave's dick was hard, and he struggled to lift up his knees and ankles so he could touch his cock to her clit. Farrah whimpered in slight pain. "So, Axel, her mouth or her ass, you pick, I did get to tie the ropes." Roy gave him. "I'll take her ass, you can have the riding crop." Both men were hard and had already begun to strip close to her. Farrah glanced down at the other slave and found his eyes right to hers; he mouthed the word, hi. Immediately after, Farrah felt the riding crop on her back and the scolding for speaking followed. She wanted to tell them that it was he who spoke and not her, but the effect was the same, the other slave was no longer attempting communication with her, but whimpered to his master, who insisted on paying no mind. She thrashed, trying to inch her body closer to this other slave's cock, and felt the riding crop again on her back, and a rush of laughter from the two masters, a silent whimper from the slave made her come to the realization that his feet and hands were being whipped as well! "Where did you find her?" Roy asked, his dick in her mouth already, but he seemed to pay no mind to her as she sucked greedily while his slave fondled his balls with his tongue and mouth. Axel had a bigger member, pleasing Roy would not be too difficult for her. Meanwhile, Axel was lubing her ass, as if she needed it. That plug stretched her out, and the lube was warm. Axel began to ease his dick into her ass. Farrah soon realized that Roy and Axel devised a system, when Axel thrust in, Roy pulled out of her mouth, and vice versa. They both timed it perfectly so that the two of them climaxed and came at the same time. Roy whipped her all the way through, and Farrah was forbidden to climax. When they both came, she did, by accident, and Roy smiled, "I see I have won." Axel sounded disappointed, and he flicked Farrah's left ass check, which was already raw from Roy's whip. It shot pain through her, "I suppose I did lose the bet, shall we allow your slave to reap the rewards?" Farrah looked back at Axel and wanted to ask him what the rewards were, then realized that she was the reward. She whimpered. "I think my slave deserves a reward." Farrah glanced down and realized that the young slave was still struggling to get his beautiful cock into her pussy. "He has improved greatly over the last two years." Two years?! Farrah sniffled. "Yes, my cunt could use some hard and angry sex." Axel decided, and addressed the mail slave while Roy untied him, "Michael, Take this girl into the punishment room and use her as you will for the rest of the night." "Yes, Master." Michael replied meekly. Farrah felt Axel's hands wrap around her and he picked up her up and placed her on her feet. Axel whispered menacingly in her ear, "Do whatever he says." "Did I do well, Master?" She boldly asked him. Her voice was quiet, and she was not even sure if he caught it. He spanked her lightly, but it hurt like hell, but he did nod slightly. Farrah was lead into the punishment room by this naked slave, scared out of her mind. Aiden grinned like a fool as he opened the door and gestured him in. She felt as naked as he looked her up and down like a piece of meat. He shut the door behind them, and she stood there, not daring to look back at him, as submissive as she could manage. She felt his soft hands on her shoulders, "You are a beautiful thing to have." "Thank you, Master." Farrah whispered. Imprisoned Ch. 01 I awake in agony. My eyes are red and swollen from a night filled with tears, my throat sore from yelling myself hoarse, my wrists and ankles throbbing from pulling against the coarse restraints you bound me to the little trundle bed with. A slight chill creeps across my naked body, causing my nipples to harden in the cold. What I would not give for my clothes back, or at the very least a blanket. Your voice, deep and somewhat hollow sounding, had promised that you would return in the morning, but how would I know? The room is pitch black, as it had been before I passed out, no light leaking in from the hallway even. I could have been unconscious for days, hours, mere minutes, it all seems the same to me. As I lay there I continue to struggle against my rope bonds. They appear to be of some kind of woven hemp, not the most comfortable things in the world. I feel my wrists chafe, and blood begins to trickle down my feet as my futile movements irritate the inflamed skin still farther. Fleeting worries about infection cross my mind, but at this point it's probably the least of my worries. The distinct sound of footfalls echoes down the hallway outside my door. I hear the creak of hinges, but as before no light enters the little room. I wonder how you can navigate in such pitch blackness. A veritable deluge of horror stories and monster mythos rampage through my head, but I shake them off. This is the real world, and realism dictates that you were just familiar with the area. After all, the kidnapping had gone off so smoothly that I could not have been your first. Your footsteps cross what I presume is the threshold, and move purposely toward the metal framed cot I am tied to. I lay absolutely rigid, terrified of what you might do to me now. The contact is brief, a mere whisper of a caress across the soft flesh of my abdomen. You seem to be wearing some kind of rubber or latex glove, and the sensation makes me shiver even more than the drafty room. Again I feel my nipples draw themselves into tight little buds. Suddenly I am glad for the dark of the room, I would hate for you to see my reaction and assume that it was from pleasure. There is a brief hissing noise and I am blinded momentarily. When the spots clear from my eyes I see that you have lit a solitary pillar candle and set it upon a ledge above the bed, casting a warm glow across my naked body. Fearfully I scan across for my first glimpse of you. I am surprised by your height, when first you had grabbed me I thought you were closer to my own height, but now I can see that you stand closer to six feet than my own five foot four. Your build was average, nicely muscled arms but you were developing a bit of a belly. Not being a small sized person myself, I didn't judge. There wasn't an inch of exposed skin on you though, your hands were covered by thick black gloves and your face was covered by some kind of gas mask. The effect was terrifying. I struggle against my bonds with renewed vigor, I can see the heavy oaken door behind you, and a sliver of hallway that practically reeks of freedom to me. Without warning your hand smacks down across my left thigh. I screech as the pain laces up and down my leg. Whatever material those damned gloves of yours are made of, they cling and pull at my skin as your hand tears away. I let loose a harsh string of invectives, mainly doubting the legitimacy of your paternity and your intelligence level, but you do not seem amused. With an audible 'pop' noise you cram a ball gag in my mouth, catching my hair in the clasp as you fasten it. Furiously I work my tongue and jaw, trying to dislodge the offensive bit of rubber, but to no avail. It is rather firmly in place. "If you struggle and disobey, you will make this far more unpleasant than it has to be. So be still." I fight back the tears that are welling up in my eyes. Somehow I know that to let them fall will be letting you win, especially since you appear to be inspecting my face rather avidly. You turn around and I catch a brief glance of a table behind you. I can't make out what is on it as the surface is above my eye level, but I admit I was terrified of what might be up there. The first items you produce from your little table are handcuffs, four pairs of the real, metal kind, the kind that only open with a key. You carefully replace my rope bonds with them, and the cool metal is a momentary relief, but I know its only a matter of time before the inflexibility of my new restraints causes its won particular set of pains. "Accept now that you will not be getting up for awhile, the keys to these cuffs are not kept down here, for your own safety of course." If I wasn't nearly choking on the rubber ball gag I may have been tempted to call down a few more curses upon your head, as it was I settled for indignant noises and death glares. You choose to ignore me for now, which I realize means that whatever you have planned cannot be made worse by punishing my continued insolence, but if I dwell on that thought overlong, only I will be upset. The next thing you produce from your table is a taper candle. I follow your movements as you light it off the first, confused as to what its purpose is. I figure it out just as you position yourself between my legs and insert the candle inside me, using your elbows to prevent any extra movement on my part. When the candle enveloped all the way to its halfway point it stops, unable to penetrate farther. "If you let the candle emerge, you will set the bed sheets on fire and I will not put them out. If you struggle overmuch my preparations will take too long and the flame will reach parts of you that you may not wish it to." With that warning I try to lay completely still, focused on maintaining the candle's position. I know that if I am careful I can buy myself some extra time with the parts of the candle that are already inside me. So focused am I that I am caught completely unawares by the first of your "preparations" and I almost lose the candle then and there. I glare up at you, and then down at the smooth clamp attached to my left nipple. I suppose it could be worse, it doesn't have any teeth. Knowing what is coming next I focus again on the candle, harder now as my body naturally produces juices to coat the invading item. The second clamp is positioned to your liking and you smile, stepping back and producing a small digital camera. If I wasn't so afraid of the candle I would struggle, as it is I turn my face away. I hear nothing, and I realize you are waiting for me to turn my face back towards the camera. Now tears really are flowing down my cheeks as I look towards you. You nod in approval and take a few quick snapshots. I can feel the heat of the candle flame against my thighs, and for the first time since my teen years I wish I was thinner. The extra weight I'd never seemed to notice before made my thighs proximity the candle flame far more intimidating than it could have been. I know that its probably pointless, but I promise myself that I will diet and exercise if I ever get out of here. Thankfully, you remove the candle. I breathe a brief sigh of relief until you position yourself at the end of the bed. You unzip and remove your pants, revealing olive toned skin and hairy legs, and a thick, seven inch cock, already hard and beading with precum at the top. You crawl onto the bed, lifting my ass as high as it will go in the bonds, and thrust into me. This is no pleasure fuck for my sake, and with a few perfunctory thrusts you pull out, spilling semen across my rounded stomach. You move off the bed, pulling your pants up and buttoning them with amazing dexterity considering the fact you are still wearing those dreadful gloves. You move to the table, producing a fairly large vibrator. You turn it on, filling the room with a low buzzing sound. You run it all over my nether parts, and I can feel that it is on a very low setting. When you are satisfied that it is coated with my juices, you insert it, with one horrible motion, into my anus. I can feel the sphincter pop and tear at the brutal penetration and I burst into tears. Immediately your gloved hand is on my face, tracing the little water droplets path, and you smile. "I'm going now, but if that vibrator is not still inside you when I return, the punishment will be terrible." You turn to leave. "Oh, and don't come, if you do, I'll know." You grab the candle from above my bed and leave, returning my world to darkness. All I can feel is the pressure of the clamps on my nipples, the gag in my mouth, the pain of the cold metal cuffs, and the incessant vibration within my anus. Worse, now I have to pee. Imprisoned Ch. 01 The clock struck four and the wooden cuckoo bird popped out on a brass spring. Its body, painted navy blue, contrasted with its fiery red wings. Without moving its beak, it cawed again and again until I drowned its monotonous drone by plugging my ears and humming loudly. Closing my eyes, I escaped to another paradise, a place far away from my imprisonment. Images of mother and father appeared behind closed eyelids. All three of us sipped cold ice teas while strolling down the Pacific Ocean's shoreline. Our pupils, caught in a waltz, gaped at the moon's shimmering reflection as it crystallized the magnificent waters. They spoke to me as if I had never left, as if these past three months had never occurred. We were on a vacation, as great as any, enjoying Florida's balmy climate. Whether it was the earsplitting sound of the basement door slamming closed or the deep, husky voice of my adversary, I always broke free from my reunion. Today, it was both. Without being able to bid mother and father farewell, or to ask them please, oh god, please, help me, they vanished and my eyes burst open in sudden frenzy. The door at the top of the cement staircase shut, a loud bang echoing off of the soundproof walls. His footsteps clambered down the stairs. Each step he took, every muscle he moved, each flash he stole my way, anxiety built inside of me. I was a crumbling tower, anticipating the bulldozer to knock me down. He was the bulldozer. He made sure I understood that. Sometimes he decided not to communicate with me during our four o' clock sessions. Typically, after he got home from work he wasn't looking for an emotional release. Even when he was in the mood for conversation, he had never been fond of small talk. Unlike most men in their mid thirties, he equally enjoyed heart-to-heart discussions and face-to-face fucks, which was quite unusual, especially considering the situation. He talked about the "big questions" in life. How did dinosaurs become extinct? Is there a God? Does objective morality exist? When I had met him earlier that fall, his expressive mind had appealed to me only second to his piercing green eyes. Even when I hadn't a clue what he was talking about, I simply enjoyed listening to his voice. Soothing it had once been, but now his words terrorized me. From loving his eyes on my body as I swayed my hips back and forth and rubbed my bare legs, I now loathed his embarrassing stare. Everything that I had originally found attractive had soured. He stopped walking. I could feel his breath on my neck as he stood at the foot of my bed. Suffering from temporary paralysis, I found it impossible to fight him away. As frozen as the ice cubes in the delicious ice tea from paradise land, my body stiffened. He had brushed his teeth. Minty cool air stung the insides of my nostrils as he neared my face and whispered, "I had a rough day at work, Madison." So he was speaking to me today. "You know," he said, wrapping a strand of my auburn hair around his pointer finger. Tightening his grip, he tugged at my head. I released as gasp, but said nothing. "I'm feeling like you are going to be rough with me too." I refused to answer. Gazing at him with dull eyes and a blank face, I learned how to successfully convince him that fear no longer inflicted me. As clever as he was, he hadn't discovered my fake attitude. When no reply came, he continued, "We used to talk all the time, Maddy. What happened to those days?" They're long gone, you mother fucking psycho, I thought, still expressionless. "Please tell me that you're not harboring any hostile feelings. It's been how many months since you've been here." I used to love his vocabulary reservoir, but it only irritated me now. I managed to look away. My eyes, glued to the wall, I never wanted to look into his cruel face again. "Maddy, I asked you a question," he said to me. I still wouldn't reply. His tone became serious then, and he spoke solemnly, "Madison, when I ask you a question, you're supposed to answer it." Biting my lip, I knew that no good would come from my unresponsive behavior. He loved my responses. He had told me long before our relationship had escalated physically. I wished it never had either. If I could go back and do things differently, there would be no hint of hesitation in my voice as I agreed to it. I would travel back six months prior—even five months would do. Unfortunately, there was no rewind button. My life, nothing like a movie, could not be stopped, rewinded, or fast forwarded. Trapped on play, my life was continuously moving, and I had discovered this without much satisfaction. "Damn it, Madison," he barked, grabbing hold of my chin. Twisting it in his direction, he locked eyes with me. "How long has it been?" Tempted to spit on his face, I refrained from doing so. Instead, I answered, "Three months." My voice was quiet and filled with cobwebs. I hacked and hiccupped. The sick bastard found my pain to be amusing and he chuckled a little, slapped my cheek, and pulled on my hair tighter. "That's more like it. I knew you'd come around, Maddy, love," he said before planting a kiss on my forehead. I wanted to wipe away his drool with the back of my hand, but I knew better than that. "Wasn't I right, Maddy?" "About what?" "You being rough with me today?" He smiled and added, "In both senses of the matter." "I would assume so," I told him. "I love it when you talk," he said, still playing with my hair. With his other hand, he trailed his fingers across my lips. "But I love it even more when you allow me to wear your skin." I would never allow you, I thought, bracing myself for what was about to happen. You only want to believe that I would allow you. You're demented. You're sick. He kissed me again, only this time on the neck. His lips, the same lips I used to adore, revolted me. Their warmth, their plumpness, their soft texture—his molesting lips. He released his grasp on my hair and went for my stomach. Placing his fingers on my bare skin, he worked his way underneath my bra. Arching my back, and craning my neck, my head rose toward the ceiling. His fingers once caressed me delicately, but now they were putrid and thick like sausages. His mouth met my breasts and I squirmed on the bed. Sweat drenched and stained with sex, the bed had become as filthy as his twisted mind. Circling his tongue around my nipples, I tried to remain calm. I did not want him to get the idea that he was pleasuring me. To any extent, this was no experience of enjoyment on my part. When I neither cried out nor notably orgasmed, in an exasperated voice, he said, "I want to hear you moan. Come on, Maddy, love, scream for me." Before he gave me the chance, he forced my legs apart and ordered me to maintain my position. Standing up, he tore off his shirt and hastily unbuckled his black pants, letting them fall past his knees. He kicked the garments to the other side of the basement. He told me to look at him, erect and in all his glory. He stood above a dangling light bulb, his muscular body illuminated. His penis, larger than average, but nothing to brag about, protruded from his pelvis. Leaning over me, he began massaging my thighs, and he said, "You don't have to force yourself to moan, love. I can make you purr." With his pointer and index fingers, he stroked my clit. He kept repeating, "How do you like that, Maddy? How do you like that?" Kissing my neck while his hand continued rubbing me, millions of tingles spread throughout my insides. As much as I despised him and as much as he frightened me, I could not deny his sexual empowerment. He dominated me with such authority that it soon became hopeless to even try resisting. My breathing became heavier and a whimper escaped my lips. Closing my eyes, I tried imagining someone other than my captor—someone charming, handsome, sweet. I couldn't imagine someone better for too long. He wanted my eyes open. He said, "I don't want you to miss a thing." Removing his hand from my clit, he held up his fingers, and licked them one by one. "You're delicious," he told me in between licks. Nauseated by his crazed behavior, I almost vomited, but he stopped sucking my wetness before disgust got the better of me. Then, he positioned himself on top of me. Before consenting, before my voice could be heard, and before I could pummel the top of his head with that goddamn cawing cuckoo clock, he entered me. With his penis jerking inside of me, his grunts ran in unison to the 4:30 ring. Imprisoned Ch. 02 The first memory I have of my captor is comparable to a CD with a large scratch running down its silvery smooth body; it repeats over and over again in my mind. It was September 1st of last year -- six months and four days ago. I was not expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen on my first day of senior year at Brunswick High School. Like most suburban schools, mine was especially boring. There were the usual cliques, mostly uninspiring teachers, and of course, a constantly annoyed (perhaps, sexually frustrated?) librarian. For my senior year, I had decided to take the I-don't-give-a-fuck approach, and kick back by taking the "easy-A" classes. Starting off the day with Art Class 100: Mastering the Basics and ending the school day with sixth hour study hall seemed to be the best way to survive my last year. Admittedly, I was sick of the cafeteria food, the overcrowded hallways, and the same people's parties. There was little to zero variation in Brunswick, and college seemed to be my escape out of there. Just as I had accepted returning to Brunswick for one more year, I had also accepted that nothing interesting would happen—nothing out of the normal, anyhow. But I couldn't have been more wrong. Fifth hour astronomy class with Mr. Archer hadn't been my idea, but rather, my friend, Tony's. I remember on the first day of class, Tony and I sat together. He nudged me with his elbow. Glancing his way, I raised an eyebrow as if to ask what he wanted. He whispered, "Have you heard anything about Mr. Archer?" "No, he's new, isn't he?" "Yeah. I don't know anything other than the fact that he's supposed to be dark and gorgeous," Tony said with a smile. Ever since he had come out our sophomore year, he had become extremely forward and open about his sexuality. Homosexuality, Tony always said, wasn't his choice. And he didn't mind flaunting it either. Always dressing in bold colors, Tony was clearly not your captain-of-the-football-team kind of guy. "Tony, you always believe the rumors. I know you're type, anyway. Young, athletic blondes. Leaner than Abercrombie and Fitch models, but bulkier than soccer players." "You know me too well," Tony laughed. "And besides," I continued to say, "Mr. Archer is old. Isn't he like thirty five or something?" The classroom door opened and the students hushed immediately. Diverting their attention to the door, we watched as our teacher entered the room. My face went white and my heart slammed in my rib cage. This man was gorgeous. Tony sighed and whispered to me, "You're right. Not my type at all." But he is mine, I couldn't help but thinking. His eyes reminded me of an illuminated rainforest, greener than I had ever seen. His body was unusually fit for a teacher—or what I imagined a teacher should look like. Nicely dressed in an entirely black suit, he was slightly overdressed for Brunswick High. And his hair was jet black, equally matching his attire. I wondered where he had come from. What had been his previous occupation? Were all of his outfits as stylish as this? My mind buzzed. "Class," he said, shooting a sharp look at his students, "You can refer to me as Mr. Archer in the classroom, but when the school day is over, please call me Carson." Pacing back and forth along the whiteboard, he spoke for the majority of the hour about how his class would run and his unique grading procedure. That was how I saw him. He was an individual, not a conforming blue collar union member, like the rest of the staff at Brunswick. He spoke in a manner that intimidated us, but at the same time, as if we were his equals. His voice was smooth and low, and it made me shiver. And sometimes, he would pause, a faraway look glossing over his eyes. Then, he'd snap back into his "teaching mode," and continue his thoughts. It was almost unnoticeable, but I caught him, especially as he was marking attendance. It happened at the end of class. "Before I forget..." he said, grabbing his attendance folder. And then he ran through the list of names: "Blake Anderson." "Here." "Laurie Adams." "Here." Eventually, he got to my name. "Madeline Nickles." "It's Maddy," I corrected him boldly. Mr. Archer glanced up from his folder. He locked eyes with me and a small smile rose upon his face. Subtly squinting his eyes, that same pause -- that same moment of "thinking" -- that faraway look -- occurred. And all I could do was stare back, feeling as if I was being taken there too. I was where he was... in some alternative world, a secretive world behind his beautiful eyes. "Maddy Nickles," he said, his low humming voice seeping from his lips. "Here." My voice quieter now. Then, he broke our locked gaze, and continued with roll call. Looking down at my desk, my eyes burned and my heart pounded even louder. I hoped Tony didn't notice my discomfort, but surely he did. What was overcoming me? This feeling inside was inexplainable. A mix of intrigue and understanding with a dash of intimidation, I knew I shouldn't pursue the feeling. But that connection, although potentially (no, definitely) dangerous, couldn't be resisted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I put the scratched CD away for now and focused on my current situation. Blinking, the dimly lit room reappeared. I had returned to the basement -- my prison, my reality. It was nearly 6 a.m., around the time when my captor woke up and got ready for the school day. Three months ago, I could have happily recited his routine: wake up, take a shower, make a quick breakfast, fill his coffee thermos, and make sure the lights were off and the doors were locked before he would leave for Brunswick High. But now things were different. After all, my pain -- his pleasure -- was a new addition to that routine. As soon as the cuckoo clock rang 6:00, Carson Archer unlocked the basement door. Handcuffed to the sex-infested bed, I remained still. I tried to calm my heart by silently telling myself that there was no getting out of this; this part of the routine was inevitable. I braced myself for his voice. "Sweet Maddy," he said soothingly, and immediately, I could tell that he was in a good mood this morning. His happiness made me shudder in fear. At least when he was neutral, or even angry, he wasn't loving. He didn't caress me, tell me how beautiful I was, or talk about a future with me. But today, all of that stuff was about to burst from him. "Maddy, I had a dream about you last night." When I didn't comment, he continued with, "We were in the classroom again. Do you remember how naughty you were?" I could almost envision his sly smile. "You would come up to me after class, practically begging for it. You and those sweet, innocent eyes. And your tight shirts, one extra button popped open just so that I could catch a glimpse of your breasts. So subtle, huh, Maddy? That's how it was like in my dream too." He neared the edge of my bed so that he could peer down at me now. He elaborated, "You were speaking to me, but I can't even remember what you said. All I could see were your lips and think about how badly I wanted them around my cock. But in my dream, you had other desires. You grabbed my hand and put it in between your legs. I could feel your panties. They were drenched. You tried telling me something sexy, something that I didn't give a fuck about because I already knew that I had you. Yes, Maddy, I had you right were I wanted. But I couldn't let you think that. Nooo...not at that point. So instead of barking orders at you to shut your silly little mouth, I remember gently pressing my lips against yours. And then I whispered in your ear. You know what I whispered? Can you guess, Maddy, love?" His eyes were going crazy now, grazing over my half-naked body, bouncing from my breasts to my pussy. Uncomfortable, as always, I didn't even bother with this guessing game. "I told you to bend over. And you just acted stupid, like you didn't know what was going on. So I was forced to grab you and bend you over my desk. I grabbed those drenched panties of yours, tore them off, and rammed myself in you as I clasped my hand over your mouth. I could hear you panting, gasping for air, but as my fuck-toy, why would I care if you couldn't breathe? I knew I wasn't going to kill you..." Was this the romantic and loving Carson I expected that morning? It didn't seem like it, but his story wasn't over yet. "And in the end of my dream, I realized how amazing it had all been. I wanted to be with you forever. My play-thing, my lover, my stupidly innocent student who had been so attracted to me...without knowing about all of the darkness that lay within. Now, how do you like me, Maddy, love? How do you like me?" "I like you," I said plainly. "But do you love me? Or were your words lies?" I tried choking the words out, and finally I did. But I did so with slight hesitation, and my captor wasn't pleased. "Maybe your words won't show it, but your body can express it. I know that much, Maddy, love." He reached into his back pocket and took out a small, silver key. Taking hold of my wrists, he freed me from my handcuffs. And then he ordered me to stand. I did. Standing in front of him with only a dirty bra and underwear, I felt like trash, but Carson didn't think so. I guess that's why they say one man's trash is another man's treasure... He reached for my hand and interlocked his fingers with mine, as if he were the type of man I would ever want to do that with. Then, he led me up the stairs, and opened the door to his humble home. And so began the 6 a.m. routine. We walked across the small living room, and I looked down at my bare feet. I didn't want to see the bright wallpaper or the family photos or the sunlight streaming in from the windows. It was too depressing to see all of that. It reminded me of what I once had, and what I would probably never have again. That was what scared me the most. The future. The future with Carson. I gulped, just thinking about it. We were in his bedroom now, a room I knew far too well. The plush blue carpet crept in between my toes and his body spray filled my nose. The king-sized bed with its foam pillows and silky blue sheets was positioned in the middle. And to the side of the room, was his bathroom. The shower was running. That was our destination. Carson scooped me up and told me to look at him. He kissed my nose and said, "Fucking you is exciting every time, Maddy. But this morning, I want to make love to you. How does that sound?" Disgusting, I thought. In reality, I only nodded my head. We entered the bathroom and Carson set me down on the counter next to the sink. For a young woman of 18, I was nicely developed. Full 34 C cups, flat stomach, and round ass. My auburn hair fell nicely down my shoulders to a "perfect" length. That's what Carson always told me. As I sat on the counter, I watched him take off his sweats and T-shirt. First, appeared his glorious abs. Next, his 7-inch erect penis. As he ditched his boxers, his cock bounced up and down, something that used to amuse me, something that used to make me want to grab it and start sucking away. He looked over at me, and smirked. "Do you like what you see?" Then, he said, "Actually don't answer that, Maddy, love. We'll have your body answer that one." With that said, he grabbed me from the counter and hastily unhooked my bra. My breasts fell against his chest and he rubbed his body up and down them, feeling my nipples graze his bare skin. "Let's get wet," he declared, and stepped into the shower. Water poured down on us, making our skin slippery and smooth against one another. He slicked my hair back and looked into my eyes. With an airy breath, he said, "You really are beautiful, Maddy." My stomach lurched. Yanking my now soaking panties down, Carson made some kind of joke that was supposed to be funny, and threw them onto the bathroom floor. Then, he pressed me against the shower wall, kissing my neck softly. He kept commenting on how good I tasted, how he wanted to taste my pussy next, and let my juices fill his mouth. "It would be more quenching than water," he said, referring to his high-powered sex drive that seemed unquenchable. But I didn't want him going down on me. Not today. He made the whole experience too intimate. He would stare at my pussy, commenting on how it looked and what he was going to do with it. And that was only in between licks. It made me incredibly wet, something that pushed me to the extreme, and forcibly made me orgasm. I couldn't have that today. I didn't have the energy for it. At least not now... So in order to avoid that from happening, I knew what I had to do. I had to speak up. "No," I told him. He stopped kissing my neck, and looked at me with a confused expression. His sharp green eyes had softened since being in the shower, and I could tell that he wanted to make love to me. But he always wanted to extend my torture... the only man that ever wanted to prolong foreplay. It had to be him. "What do you mean, 'no'?" he wanted to know. "Feel me," I told him. Carson liked this. I could feel his cock press up against my inner thigh. "What did you say?" Ahh...so, he wanted me to repeat myself. "Feel me, Carson," I said again. "I'm doing that now, Maddy, love," he informed me, a spark flashing in his eyes. He enjoyed playing this game, toying with my words and their meanings. "Feel me on the inside, Carson," I explained. "Inside my pussy. Find my spot and finger fuck me, okay? Just do it, please." "That's what you want?" "Yes, Carson, please!" I exclaimed, willing to do anything at that moment for him to not eat me out. Because at least with him fingering me, I could control myself. I didn't have to scream, didn't have to get goosebumps, or forget that Carson was the one doing this to me. I could remain in control to some extent. "If that's what you really want," Carson told me, his lips lifting. He continued kissing my neck, sucking at it, and caressing my breasts. He tweaked with my nipples, pinching them lightly, until they became stone hard. He let the warm water run over them and watched them rise even higher as he removed his hands from my breasts. One hand went around my waist and the other slipped down to my pussy. He began stroking my clit and lifting back my vaginal folds. My breathing increased. The warm water ran down from my nipples to my pussy, applying a lubricant to his fingers as he slipped one finger deep inside. He felt me shudder -- this time not out of fear, but rather, unintended ecstasy -- and got more excited. He started a consistent motion with one finger pushing deeper inside of me. With another finger, he played with my clit. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered into my ear. Water spilled from his head to my cheeks as he drew nearer to my lips now. He kissed them, his tongue pushing to enter my mouth. I didn't dare protest. As soon as I kissed him back, he dove another finger inside of me. He began pumping his fingers, working my clit, all while kissing hard onto my lips. I could feel a raging orgasm build up, and I told myself to keep calm, open my eyes, remind myself that it was Carson -- my captor. Yes, Carson was doing this to me. Kill off the orgasm, I tried to tell myself, but my body wasn't having it. At the last minute, I was able to open my eyes and view Carson as his body jerked to the rhythm of mine. An orgasm came over me, and I parted my lips just enough so that a small sigh could escape. But more than that would have been too much. I couldn't allow myself to let go. Not with him. Not anymore. My body continued with writhe against his, my breasts pushing against his wet chest, until the orgasm subsided. Carson removed his fingers from inside me and looked into my eyes with a loving expression drawn across his face. "I love you, Maddy. So much. Now, let me show you..." Imprisoned Ch. 03 I didn't want him to show me how much he loved me. His expression of love was the equivalent of my terrorization. Undoubtedly, I wanted to push him away, dart out of his house, and keep running. Running, running, running...until I was safe in my parents home where they could protect me from him. Surely, with the help of the police, they were looking for me. They must have been. But it appeared as though they hadn't found any leads. And who was to blame? Me. After all, I hadn't told anyone with my affair with Carson. The only other person that knew was a quiet boy in my senior class that went by the name of Kenny. But that was another story. "Madison," Carson said, his voice becoming serious. I forced myself to look at him. "You seem distracted. Is there something on your mind?" "No, nothing at all," I lied. Just get this over with. Carson took my words as a green light (as if he would have ignored a red light anyway...), and he started kissing me again. This time, deeper and more passionately. He lifted me up, and instinctively, I wrapped my bare legs around his waist. I could feel his cock, hot and slippery, against the opening of my pussy. He wasn't going to make this easy for me though. "Tell me you love me. I know it's true, Maddy. And I want to hear it. No hesitance this time." "I love you," I said quickly. "Now, look at me and say those words as I enter you." Trying not to grit my teeth, I repeated myself. "I..." Looking at him now. His green eyes trapped my blue ones. "Love..." He pushed himself inside of me, his cock swelling to its full length. "You." He started pumping in and out of me, holding onto my body as he slammed my back against the shower wall. It hurt a little, but not to what I was accustomed to. In fact, in comparison to most days, this would be considered gentle. As he continued pumping his cock into my slit, he nuzzled his face into my neck. I looked up and watched the water spurt out of the shower head, waiting for this horror to be over. "Say it again," he panted suddenly. His demand came without warning, and I found myself a bit surprised. Even if he was in that sickeningly lovey-dovey mood, he never took it to this extreme. Maybe he could sense my discomfort. And maybe he enjoyed it. Secretly, of course. Yes, he wanted me to suffer. That was the only explanation. His attitude was only a "mask" to his true desires -- or as he said, "the darkness that lay within." And there was a darkness in Carson. Although I hadn't seen it as of late, I knew it was only a matter of time before it would return. "I love you," I said to his satisfaction. "Again!" he commanded. "I love you." "Over and over now!" "I love you. I love you. I love you..." He humped my body, his cock sliding in and out of my smooth pussy. My back kept hitting the wall with each jerk of his pelvis. It made a slapping sound against the wet tiles. And again, to my disappointment, Carson surprised me when he said, "More enthusiasm, Maddy! I want more!" I gave him what he wanted. "Ahh! Carson, baby, that feels so good. I love you and your sexy cock! It feels so good ramming into my pussy. Come on, baby. Cum for me! Do it, please, Carson. I'm begging for you to shoot your cum in my pussy. Please, Carson! I love you and all I want is for you to cum now!" My words pushed him over the edge and he dumped his load into me. He humped me a few more times before he slid out, his penis soaked with my juices. Getting out of the shower, I dried off, and slipped on my dirty bra and still-wet panties. Carson didn't say a word as he led me to the basement door. Once we were back downstairs, he handcuffed me to the bed, but allowed one wrist free. "You can touch yourself if you want, Maddy. I'll be okay with it for today," was all that he said and kissed me on the forehead, before leaving to continue his morning routine. I heard his footsteps disappear up the steps. The door closed. And I was free. Well, not really. In times like these, where I was alone to my thoughts, I reminisced. Today, I traced back to a specific thought that I had in the shower earlier. Kenny Vanderbee. Ahhh... Kenny, my only chance of escaping this place. But he wasn't going to tell the police or my parents anything. He would keep his mouth shut just like any modest young man would. After all, he was nearly 19, eager to start his training as a priest, and the experience we shared was enough to ruin his reputation. Besides, he didn't know for sure that Carson had captured me. Even so, he would be the only one who could come close to suspecting it. He had every reason to... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ October 5th -- 5 months ago. That was the day I had planned on seducing Carson. I had been visiting him at least twice a week after school in his classroom for the past month. I always made sure to come prepared with a question or two in order to remain inconspicuous of my true motives. It was only later when I realized that he saw right through me. He knew what I wanted, but he had his fun teasing me, leading me on, watching me struggle for his attention. He found it amusing. Just like he found everything about our "relationship" -- even now. That day, my questions -- or rather, my excuse -- involved a partner project. I was randomly assigned to be partners with Kenny, and although I would have preferred working with Tony, I didn't mind. Kenny was a nice guy and everyone at school was fond of him. He was quiet, though, and didn't bother asking many questions. However, when he heard that I was going to visit with Carson after school, he wanted to come with me. Perhaps he had a crush on me. Perhaps he was actually curious about the project. Perhaps... well, whatever the reason, I told him that he could join me. Now, that didn't work very well with my plans of seducing my teacher, but at the same time, it couldn't hurt too much. What I had in mind was that after Kenny and I were done asking our questions, I would tell Kenny that I had a few other questions about the textbook material, and that he was welcome to leave whenever he wanted. Kenny, being the least outspoken person I knew, would most definitely leave. And so, my plan would just be elongated, but no real harm would come to it. Just as expected, Carson was sitting at his desk grading papers when Kenny and I entered the classroom. Carson's classroom was like any other teacher's room. It had motivating posters on the walls and little knick knacks that represented "who he was" sitting atop his desk. On the whiteboard were old notes from his previous lessons, and on the side was a drawn box that indicated what the weekend homework was. My heart pounded as I neared my teacher's desk. He looked amazing. Always wearing a fitted black suit, he sported a sleek, blood red tie around his neck today. He had grown out his hair a little since the beginning of the year, and it made him look more rugged. I almost liked it better that way. When he noticed Kenny and I approach his desk, he looked up and smiled. "Hello Maddy." Then glancing at Kenny, he greeted his other student. Then he said, "Why don't you pull up some seats and we can discuss your project in depth." Kenny and I did just that. After getting out all of our project resources and talking for about twenty minutes, I felt like this after school meeting was finished. I told Kenny exactly what I had practiced earlier in my head. "I have a few more questions about Chapter 4. You can leave if you want, Kenny. It might be a while longer." "Sure, no problem," Kenny replied, and gathered his belongings. "Thanks for the help, Mr. Archer." "It's Carson," he reminded Kenny. "Yes, I meant that." The quiet young man shuffled out of the classroom and closed the door behind him, which was completely unnecessary, but I was glad that he had. "So, Maddy, more questions?" Carson pierced my eyes. A ripple tore through me and I tried to contain my excitement. At this point, Carson had never truly turned me on. I wasn't the easiest to get wet; it took some seducing. But, the excitement got me to where I needed to be -- in an aroused state of mind, rather than body. My physical arousal would come later. "Yes, just a couple more. But they're not really about Chapter 4." "Oh?" Carson raised an eyebrow. "They're about you, actually." Carson clearly found this interesting. He leaned back in his seat and smirked. "Okay, let's have it." "What do you think of me?" "As a student?" Carson asked, enjoying my frustration. "No," I said, shaking my head. "As a person, I mean." "Well, there's not much to say," Carson told me matter-of-factly. My jaw almost dropped with my quickly sinking heart. How could he have not much to say about me?! "Really? Not much?" I tried. "Maddy, I don't know you very well." "Do you want to know me better?" "You're a great student, Maddy." "You didn't answer my question," I told him, as if he didn't already know that. He leaned forward now and glanced at my chest. I felt my face flush red, and I almost backed down, but I summoned enough courage to continue with my seduction. I stared back at him, waiting for his response. He smirked again and whispered, "Want to know a secret?" "Yes." "Come closer." I leaned forward too. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said. And then, "Closer." (From Kenny's Point of View) At this point, Kenny Vanderbee realized that he had forgotten his astronomy folder in the classroom. He had set it on Carson's desk, and because it was the weekend, he knew he wouldn't be able to pick it up tomorrow. With the project being due Monday, Kenny knew that he would need the folder. And so, he rushed back to Carson's classroom. The classroom had two doors, one near the main hallway and the other on the side. Passing the side door, he saw looked in the window and noticed that something unusual was going on. Carson and Madison Nickles were nearly touching noses. Kenny, feeling uncomfortable, was unsure if he should interrupt or not. He didn't want to embarrass himself. So for now, he decided to watch. He knew Madison liked to go by Maddy, but Kenny liked her name. Whenever he fantasized about her -- which admittedly, he sometimes did -- he imagined calling out her full name. But like everyone else, Carson was calling her Maddy, so that would have to do. Kenny's eyes widened as he listened in on their conversation. "What's your secret?" Maddy asked, her soft breath on his face. Her breathing quickened. Kenny could tell as he watched her breasts heave, tucked away (but barely) in her shirt. And better yet, her hair was pulled back that day, giving him full access to the tantalizing view. Carson, with a glint in his eyes, said, "I want to know you much better." He kissed Maddy on the lips, working his tongue into her mouth. Maddy almost jumped back in surprise, but she held her ground. She had wanted this for so long, and now it was finally happening. As Kenny watched Maddy and Carson make out, his cock twitched in his pants. He wanted to take it out, but he was in school! He couldn't do such a thing. What if someone were to see him? His dream of priesthood would be crushed. Carson stood up now, and came around to Maddy's side of the desk. Maddy stared at him with an animalistic expression across her face. She wanted him to fuck her so badly that she could hardly take it. She stood up too now, and Carson grabbed her arm. Yanking her away from the desk, with his other hand, he shoved his things off of the desk. There went Kenny's astronomy folder, but Kenny didn't care anymore. He continued watching them with excited eyes. "Take off your shirt," Carson told her. Maddy obeyed. Carson went for her breasts. He started squeezing them through the bra's fabric. Then, with an aggravated sigh, he tore off her bra, breaking the clasp. Maddy giggled, but before she could catch her breath, Carson picked her up, and bent her over his desk. He started rubbing her ass and groaning loudly. Kenny couldn't take it anymore. His raging boner was pressed against his jeans, and it was too much to bear. He whipped out his cock and began sliding his hand up and down the shaft. "Unbutton your pants, Maddy," Carson demanded. And Maddy obeyed once again. Carson grabbed her jeans and slid them off of her. They hung low around her ankles now. Carson unbuckled his own pants and exposed his cock. From her face, Kenny knew that Maddy wanted to see her teacher's cock. She was horny as hell, and she probably wanted to suck it. What a slut, Kenny thought, and continued jacking himself off. But he wasn't much better, was he? Kenny couldn't think clearly, and didn't want to know what kind of person this voyeur experience made him. He cleared his mind and refocused on Maddy's tits as they pressed up against his desk. Her ass had been revealed too now, and it stuck up in the air. Carson grasped both of her cheeks and massaged them tenderly. "You really have wanted this for a while, haven't you?" "Mhmmm," Maddy moaned. She was wet and she could feel her juices start to spill down her thighs. He had gone far enough to turn her completely, and she was ready to go. She wanted him so badly. But Carson had other ideas in mind. He took a step back from her. "Turn around, Maddy," he ordered. Confused, but willing, she picked herself up from the desk and turned around, her pants still at her ankles. Kenny's cock twitched again now that he was able to see her full naked body. Her smooth, porcelain skin shone in the florescent lights. For most people, such lights would have washed them out, but not for this goddess. Kenny imagined touching her breasts, her pussy, and feeling his cock inside her...but wait. Why wasn't Carson doing anything? Was the man crazy? He had the perfect opportunity. "You are truly a gorgeous young woman," he said. Maddy just blushed. He stared at her, observing all of her curves, all of the small details. He was that kind of person. But Kenny didn't understand what "that kind of person" was. Carson Archer enjoyed the big picture, but appreciated all of the small details too. He could recognize both, making him a man of intelligence and wisdom. Kenny, on the other hand, could only see the big picture. And the big picture was standing only a few feet away: Maddy's naked body. "You're wet, aren't you, Maddy, love?" Carson asked. Maddy's heart flip-flopped from the term of endearment, and her face flushed an even deeper red. "Maybe a little." "That's a lie," he said, calling her out. In truth, she was soaking. Her pussy was begging for some friction. But Maddy tried avoiding direct eye contact with the solution -- Carson's cock. Instead, she looked him in the eyes. "Yes, maybe it is a lie." Then with a frustrated sigh, she said, "Why are you teasing me like this?" Kenny wanted to know the same thing. His cock had softened, but only a little. He kept stroking it, watching Maddy's breasts bounce as she spoke. He heard Carson's voice next. "Are you a virgin?" he asked, ignoring Maddy's question. "No, I'm not." "Lying again?" Carson said, but Maddy just shrugged. "If you don't believe me, you can always find out..." Carson gave her a small smile and then shrugged. "Maybe another day, Maddy." "What?!" Maddy exclaimed in disbelief. She wrapped loose strands of her auburn hair around her ears and huffed. She wanted to reach out for him, ask him what she did wrong. She had thought everything was going so well. She couldn't believe this! "You can't just do this to me." "Yes, I can. I'm your teacher. I have that authority," he said, and walked over to his seat. He was still naked, but he didn't seem to mind. And his cock was still rock hard, erect as a flag pole, ready to fuck, but even so, his face showed no desire. Maddy was horribly confused. "That's bullshit, Carson, and you know it." Kenny let go of his rapidly softening cock. Angrily, he muttered something in agreement. "Life is fully of bullshit," Carson said and put his hands behind his head. He leaned back and closed his eyes. "Learn to live with it now, and you'll be much better off in the future." "But you're still rock hard! Don't you want to fuck me?" Maddy wanted to know. She threw her hands up in the air and her face flushed again, this time not with bashfulness, but with hot anger. "I'm living with the bullshit, Maddy. Don't you see?" Maddy was almost in tears now. She couldn't understand him. She felt so... rejected, a feeling that she had never experienced before. Kenny, dismayed, started to pull up his pants. "Please tell me there's something I can do. I'll do anything, Carson. Really, anything. What do you want?" Maddy croaked, tears shining in her eyes. Humiliated, a sick feeling twisted in the bottom of her stomach. How could this man be so mean to her? "Well actually..." Carson began to say. Kenny dropped his pants again. "I'll tell you what. If you suck my cock now, I'll fuck you some other time. How does that sound, Maddy, love? Is that what you want?" "I'll do it!" Maddy exclaimed. She came around to his chair and fell to her knees. She started rubbing his thighs. Kenny had a perfect view. He stroked his own again. Come on, come on, come on, Kenny thought, desperate to cum. He hadn't seen anything so hot -- so strangely hot -- in, well, ever. "But it won't be so fun for you," Carson warned her before she could place her lips around his bulging penis. She looked up at him, her eyes so beautifully innocent. She asked him what he meant and said, "I've given head lots of times. I enjoy it enough." Without commenting, Carson shoved his cock toward her and it gently hit her lips. "Just suck me," he said. And so she did. As her mouth slipped around her teacher's cock, Kenny imagined his own cock being sucked. He started jerking off harder. Under his breath, he whispered, "Madison. Oh Madison, you slut, keep going. Keep going." Maddy, bobbing her head up and down, ran her tongue up and down his shaft. She licked the tip of his cock and it tasted salty. She didn't particularly enjoy the taste, but this was Carson! She wasn't going to hint to him that she didn't absolutely love the taste of cum. And besides, she could tell that Carson was enjoying her blow job by the way he groaned. He was also mumbling something now, but Maddy couldn't understand. She was too engaged with his pulsing cock in her mouth. Kenny could hear him though. Oddly, it turned him on as Carson commented on how he wanted to fuck her mouth. But then he started to say, "Prepare yourself, Maddy. Prepare yourself." Kenny had no idea what he was talking about, but he began furiously stroking the length of his cock. His breathing quickened, his heart pounded, and a familiar tingling sensation erupted in his balls. Kenny grunted quietly, feeling his entire body tense. Before he could stop himself from cumming, spurting his load all over the classroom's side door... something terrible happened. (First Person from Maddy's Point of View) I kept slurping at Carson's cock, with one of my hand's squeezing his thigh and the other playing with his sack. I could tell that he was close to an orgasm because his cock was twitching wickedly against my tongue. And I could taste his bitter pre-cum sliding down the back of my throat. Keeping up my pace and getting excited for him to finish inside my mouth, I couldn't have prepared for what happened next. Within the next five seconds, Carson grabbed the back of my head, stood up, and shoved his cock deep in my mouth. I gagged and tried freeing myself, but he wouldn't let me. Carson began fucking my throat, his balls hitting my chin. My eyes watered, and I tried to push away from him, but still, his hold was too strong. He started yelling too, calling out my name. "Maddy, yes! Maddy, ahh! Maddy, fuck! FUCK! YES!" Imprisoned Ch. 03 Cum poured from his cock. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't...swallow. When he released me, I nearly vomited. Coughing up some of his cum, I spit up on the floor, and hacked for a solid minute after that. During this time, Carson regained his composure and got dressed. When I had finally caught my breath, I looked around, wondering what on earth had just happened. My eyes immediately shot toward the side door where Kenny was staring at me. There I was, naked on all fours, just mouth-fucked by our astronomy teacher. And there Kenny was, his eyes -- excited, fearful, and possibly, shocked -- on me. Although he had already saw me, I quickly scooped up my things, and hid behind the fully dressed Carson. Carson turned toward me and gave me a warm embrace. For some reason, whether it was the fact that my mouth now felt raw and sore or if it was the surprise of Kenny being our audience, I began to cry. And Carson just held me for the longest time, whispering, "Shhhh, it's okay, Maddy, love. Shhh..." Imprisoned Ch. 04 My eyes burst open in a frenzy. Standing above me, Carson's glowing eyes danced in the darkness. He was just standing there, watching me, his eyes piercing through my soul. It made me want to turn my head in the other direction or at the very least, close them, so I didn't have to see his gruesome grin. "Hello, Maddy, love," he said, still maintaining that smile of his. What was he up to? "I wanted to have a little chat." This couldn't be good. "How about it?" NO! I don't want to talk to you. You've taken my whole life away from me. Why would I want to converse with you let alone look you in the eye? I nodded my head and said a small, "Yes." "Sit up, then, Maddy," he told me. "I've freed you from your handcuffs." I sat up, hesitantly. Drawing my legs to my stomach, I held myself. My chin dropped to my knees, and I looked at my captor with sullen eyes. I felt unclean just being in the same room as him. Wondering if I would ever feel clean again, I had begun taking advantage of our 6 a.m. shower sessions. But even the water didn't seem to cleanse me anymore. Nothing could... except my freedom. However, after three and a half months of my imprisonment, my optimism had depleted. And who could blame me? "Our time together has certainly been..." Carson searched for the right word. "Engaging," he finally decided upon. "But I don't believe that we've made much progress in our overall relationship." What the fuck was he talking about? Our relationship?! That had ended even before he imprisoned me. Did he refuse to accept it? Had he blocked out the memories? I stared at him confusedly. Carson came closer to me. He took a seat on my bed and placed a hand on my calf. He ran his fingers up and down my skin; a shiver tore down my spine. Then, he said, "I know that you still somewhat resent me, Maddy. I'm not blind. I can tell that you don't particularly enjoy being trapped in a basement... especially one that's not furnished." The bastard chuckled at that. He became serious again. "But, Maddy, love, it's all for your own good. You see, in order for our relationship to develop properly, I wanted you to be isolated for a while. I wanted ME to be your only focus. That way, you could clear your head and stop thinking so much." He smiled lightly. "I know how much you think, Maddy. Don't take me for a fool. Remember in class, you would always be the one asking the best questions. But then, taking an analytical role -- always so amusing, of course -- you would answer your question before you would even allow me to it. Sometimes, Maddy, love, you over-think things. That's what I wanted you to stop doing. And if I'm right, it's worked. You've calmed down quite a bit since you first arrived. I've noticed a change in you." Yes, I wanted to say. What you've noticed is my hope dying... Carson continued stroking my calf. He said, "But I want to reward you now. You know, for all the progress that you've made." Admittedly, the thought of a reward made me both nervous and incredibly excited. He had never used that word around me. Reward. It was always some kind of punishment -- whether sexually, physically, or mentally. Never rewards. Until now. I dared to ask, "What kind of reward?" Carson leaned in close, and I could feel his breath on me. Looking deep into my eyes, the hand that had been on my calf, traced around my skin and landed on my thigh. I could tell that he was getting turned on as his fingers ran across my panties. He could feel the heat radiating from my pussy. I tensed a little, more curious about the reward than about him raping me again. Carson whispered one word, "Friends." That night, I contemplated the idea of "friends." What could Carson have meant by that? I had a few ideas, but they were all horrible. If he meant what I thought, then I didn't want to have friends. I didn't want more girls to be imprisoned down here like me. But then again... would he be that stupid? Maybe the two of us could figure out a way to get out of here. And besides, that would really entice the police to search even harder for me since the girl would probably go to Brunswick High as well. As I drifted off to sleep, I smiled to myself for the first time in a long while. The more I thought about having a "friend" down here with me, the more I grew to actually like the idea. Little did I know, I was in for a very big surprise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Madison," Carson said properly. "I want you to meet our new friend, Wes Sonner." I looked up at the tall man from my position on the bed. He looked like a normal guy in his late twenties. Brown shaggy hair, dark chocolate eyes, and a little scruff along his chin. He didn't seem like the kind of guy that would do this, not something this horrible. But I guess you don't always know about people's sick fetishes by just looking at them... "Nice to meet you, Madison," Wes said and stuck out a hand. I wanted to spit in it. Instead I shook his hand and said, "It's just Maddy." My tone of voice was harsher than I intended and Wes seemed a little taken aback at first. Then he suddenly grabbed my chin and bent down to meet my eyes. "Oh so you're a feisty one, huh?" Carson laughed and said, "Yes, she certainly is. But we've been working on that, right, Maddy, love?" "Mhm," I hummed and tried pulling away from Wes' grip. He budged with no resistance. Losing interest in me for a moment, he looked to Carson. "When are we going to talk business?" he wanted to know. Carson folded his arms and replied with, "Well, don't you want a trial run before you buy the product?" "Ha! I guess you're right about that." "You have much to learn, my friend," Carson told him. "You can start now if you'd like." "Will you join in?" Carson grinned a little. "I'll see how I feel." "Carson, just so you know," Wes started to say, but my captor interrupted the young man. "I understand that you're straight. I am too. We just need to be confident enough to not let that interfere with any of our... desires. I won't go beyond the limits that we've discussed. I can promise you that." "Okay, good," Wes said, sounding reassured. He started to get undressed. Carson reverted his attention to me. "But that doesn't mean I won't go beyond the limits with you, Maddy, love. We all know that, don't we?" I squirmed on the bed, wishing that this wasn't happening. I tried to imagine my paradise -- the one with my family on the beach, sipping ice teas. Where was that image when I needed it the most? It wasn't with me today. All I could think about was how I was about to get double-teamed by two men. And even worse, I'd be losing my anal virginity. Part of me hoped that Wes would do it since I didn't know the man and he would be easier to forget about (unless, of course, he was going to be a long-term friend). The other part of me hoped that Carson would do it since I was more accustomed to his cock. But as soon as I saw Wes' 9-inch monster, the part of me that wanted Wes disappeared. I could almost hear myself begging for Carson. Ugh. The thought almost made me gag. Wes came near me and lowered himself to the ground. While on his knees by the side of my bed, he began kissing around my bellybutton and his hands explored the rest of me. One hand landed on my breast and he circled his fingers around my nipple until it grew hard. His other hand fell beneath my thighs and he started teasing my clit. Rubbing the nub with his thumb, I could feel myself moisten. Wes' hot breath came nearer to my pelvis as he continued kissing me. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped that he wouldn't start licking my pussy. But I could feel my body asking for it. Carson was getting a kick out of this and he, too, had undressed, allowing his cock to spring from his pants. He came around to the top of the bed and brushed Wes' hand away from my breasts. Wes got the idea. He started paying full attention to my pussy now as he came around to the foot of my bed and started teasing me. I could feel lips close to my vagina. When he blew on me, I shook in anticipation, and he just laughed. Then, he gave my clit a quick lick, tasting my practically overflowing juices. Carson bent over and whispered in my ear, "How are you enjoying this, Maddy, love?" Running his hands up and down, he began tweaking my nipples. They were already stone hard. I didn't protest. I couldn't protest. My voice had been stolen away in the blur of the moment. Wes worked on my clit with his tongue as he grabbed my ass cheeks and drew me in closer to him. Lapping up my juices, he nuzzled his nose against me, taking in my scent. Spreading my cheeks apart, I could feel his fingers probing the outer rim of my asshole. My eyes burst open. Reality hit me hard. I didn't like what he was doing down there. I didn't want anything to do with anal sex. That had always been my one rule, even with Carson in the beginning. My eyes darted up at Carson who was busy toying with my tits. Carson gave me a devilish smile, thinking that I was secretly enjoying what was happening here. And maybe...just maybe...I enjoyed the sensations pounding through my veins and the sexual heat exploding across my body and the wet licks of Wes' long tongue stroking my clit. But I didn't enjoy these men, neither Carson nor Wes. And that ruined everything for me as it always did. But now, more than ever. As Wes continued trying to probe my anus, I knew I couldn't hold it in much longer. "Carson," I whispered in the most innocent way. Carson looked at me. "Please," I told him. "Maybe you can take over my..." I was getting squirmish about the situation. "Well, you know, the anal part." Wes was too busy eating me out and poking at my tight asshole to comprehend my words, so we weren't afraid offending him. Carson just nodded at me and stood up. He unlocked my handcuffs and declared, "Wes, it's time." Wes nodded his head and took his face away from my pussy. He seemed a little awkward, as if he had never done this before. Expectedly, Carson seemed to enjoy being in full control. As Wes stood up, he watched Carson grab me and lift me off the mattress. I squealed a little, surprised by his force. Since my imprisonment, I had become fairly petite at 5'3 and no more than 105 pounds, so Carson enjoyed throwing me around much more these days. He flipped me around so that his cock pressed up between my ass cheeks. My naked body was on display for Wes and I avoided his hungry eyes. He started coming toward Carson and I, ready to pounce on me and have his cock indulge my pussy, but Carson barked out, "Stop!" Wes looked a little confused, and Carson just said, "She's new to this." Nodding his head, Wes understood. He began to watch as Carson fondled with my breasts, and he began to masturbate to the scene. Carson held me close, pressing the side of his face against mine. "Don't be afraid, Maddy, love. It'll only hurt for a second." "Carson?" I said. "I really don't want this." "It'll be okay." He began fingering my asshole, sliding one finger deep inside. "Damn, you're tight." "It hurts already, Carson," I whined. "I really wish that we could do something else. Maybe you can tell Wes to go home and we can do something just the two of us." "I just need a little lubricant," Carson thought aloud. He sunk his index finger into my pussy hole and I gasped. Carson held me tight. "Shhh...Maddy, love. I'm telling it's going to be okay. Trust me." "Please, Carson," I begged. "Don't do this. I'm not enjoying it." "Ahhh, there we go," Carson said, inserting a second lubricated finger into my ass. He jerked his fingers in and out, feeling my muscles relax a bit. I knew it was better to be loose for this. I had read enough Cosmo magazines to understand the basics of anal sex. But at the same time, I had never been interested. As Carson dove his fingers deeper into me, my disgust for him only grew stronger. And I hated Wes too. He stood only a few feet away from us, yanking his monster cock so hard that it almost looked painful. He pushed in a third finger and I cried out. I could feel my virgin asshole slowly being torn apart. How was this sexually exciting in any way? Why did people like this kind of thing? "Carson, please, stop! This seriously hurts. I'm not kidding. Please, Carson..." I felt tears come to my eyes and although I wanted to wipe them away, I knew it would be pointless. There would be more tears in no time. I was just waiting for the worst now. "You're all set, Maddy, love," Carson finally said when he thought I was loose enough. "Wes come over here so Maddy can lean on you." With no hesitation, Wes strode toward me. Carson pushed down on my back harshly and I fell on top of Wes' bare chest. Our new friend held me up, letting my breasts press up against him. Bent over like how I was, my ass lifted in the air slightly, giving Carson the perfect exposure to anally penetrate me. Once more, I tried to beg for him to stop. Tears rolling down my face, I cried, "Carson, please, please, PLEASE stop. I'm begging you to stop this. Please don't do this, Carson. I'll do anything else. Just not this." Carson ignored me. The top of his penis pushed at my anal opening. Nothing had ever felt so painful in my life as Carson pushed himself into my asshole. Even his three fingers couldn't come close to preparing me for this. I slid further on top of Wes, my hands on his shoulders and my fingernails digging into his skin. Wes responded with taking my breasts into his hands and squeezing them tightly. I tried closing my eyes, biting my lip, pressing my forehead against Wes' chest -- anything to stop the pain, but it didn't work. "Come on, Maddy," Carson barked at me. "Loosen up!" He slapped my ass and then grabbed hold of it. He started sliding his cock in and out at a medium-paced rhythm. Grunting each time his cock slid deep within me, I knew it was only a matter of time before he would want Wes joining in. I jerked on top of Wes, holding on to him, trying to keep a standing position, but Wes couldn't take it any more. "I'm testing out the product now," he told Carson half-jokingly. Carson, completely engaged with fucking my ass, didn't respond. Wes lifted me up, which made Carson adjust his position as well. Wes ordered me to wrap his legs around him and I did so. Suddenly, I felt his huge cock press against the lips of my vagina. When he entered me, I cried out again. He began fucking me to the same rhythm as Carson. I felt so filled with my two entrances being penetrated. Wes gripped the sides of my legs and kept pounding into me. His cock, bigger than Carson's, slammed into my wet pussy. And all while, Carson tried to regain control by pushing back harder. Strangely enough, the struggle for power between my captor and Wes amused me. But tears continued streaming down my cheeks. Sandwiched between the two men, I felt overwhelmed by the sensations erupting inside of me. Part of me hated this. The other part of me enjoyed the peculiar feeling of it all. With my emotions scattered all across the boards, I couldn't help but to cry. I felt degraded, but I felt like a prize. I felt hopeless, but I felt alive. The pain was excruciating, but it was was slowly turning into something else. And I hated these men, but I loved this warmth...this feeling...like I was about to... My cries filled the air as an orgasm burst from me. Shaking from head to toe, the orgasm took control of my body and made me forget about everything for a moment. The raping, the basement, my captor, our new friend. It was just a feeling. An amazing, beautiful feeling that couldn't be expressed well enough with words. But my body, as it rocked with multiple orgasms, expressed everything. Imprisoned Ch. 05 Carson stood across from me, watching me with glowering eyes. I didn't know what to say or what to do. I could only watch from the bed. Finally, I couldn't stand the silence anymore. "Are you going to hurt me?" Carson's blank expression scared me. He did, however, reply in a deep, monotone voice, "I'm contemplating it." "I'm sorry." "No, you're not," Carson said, calling me out on my obvious lie. But how could I be sorry for trying to escape? After our new friend, Wes had left, Carson left me in the basement to make dinner. He left me, laying on the ground, completely and utterly spent. My mind felt like mush, and my body was comparable to jello. I had somehow managed to get up and find the bed, where I quickly collapsed. And although I had admittedly enjoyed the raw sexual experience of being double-penetrated, I knew that I didn't want it to happen again -- at least not with Carson and Wes. And so, the determination to escape had grown even stronger. Laying in bed, I thought about all the ways I could escape. I ran through all of the ideas that I had come up with millions of times before... I could try picking the basement door's lock. But I wasn't nearly skillful enough. I could try to manipulate Carson into allowing me to be upstairs for a while and then make a run for it. But how could I possibly manipulate the pro at manipulation himself? Finally, I realized what had to be done. I had to kill Carson. There was no other option. And whereas that might have been a good idea, there were several factors working against me. Such as the fact that I was physically weak. And that I had no kind of murder weapon with me in the basement. After several more minutes deep in thought, an idea came to mind. I could use my dinner plate to club him on the back of the head. I wasn't sure if I had enough force to actually kill Carson that way, but I was fairly certain I could at least knock him unconscious long enough to steal his keys and get the hell out of there. That night, when Carson re-entered the basement with my dinner, he began talking to me from the top of the stairs as he always did. "Maddy, love, how are you feeling this evening?" "Fine," I called out and sat up in bed. Carson began to descend the stairs. "You know, I didn't mean to hurt you today. I just thought that you should have that experience." "Okay." I had nothing more to say to him about what had happened. There was no use trying to defend my position on the matter. What was done, was done. "Maddy, don't use such short answers with me. You know how much I hate that," Carson responded. He was a the bottom of the stairs now, and he was walking toward me. Taking a seat on the bed, he handed me the plate. He had made me a grilled cheese sandwich. I took a bite. "I'm sorry, Carson," I told him after swallowing the first bite. The cheese tasted warm and delicious. "I understand what you're saying. I'm just exhausted." Carson nodded his head. "Are you just saying that?" "No, I mean it, Carson. You wanted for us to experience that together," I said, knowing that I was telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. I was right. Carson smiled and put his hand on my thigh. He started rubbing his hand up and down, grazing over my soft skin. Ha! The oblivious bastard. I decided to really get him going just for the fun of it. "And I'm glad it was you instead of Wes. Thank you for that, Carson. I appreciate it more than you'll ever know." Carson gave my thigh a squeeze and raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" "Yes, definitely! I wanted you to be the one to take my anal virginity." I had devoured the grill cheese and was now gripping the plate. I went on, "I'm just so grateful that Wes wasn't the one. It would have been very weird for me. Because you and I have that kind of connection. I wanted you to be my first." Then, after a quick pause, I asked, "Kiss me, please?" I had gone too far with my act. Carson's expression darkened. He could tell that something was up. But even so, it was now or never. I raised the plate up and swung at him. Carson was much quicker. He grabbed my arm and snatched the plate away from me. He threw the plate onto the ground, and it smashed into dozens of pieces. He stood up and started screaming something at me. He spoke so quickly and so vehemently that I couldn't even understand him. Tears sprang to my eyes and I scooted toward the front of the bed, further and further away from him. But I knew that wouldn't prevent anything that I had coming. Surprisingly, Carson didn't react just then. He shouted another word or two at me and left the basement... only to return later that evening with a whip. I stared at Carson, not saying anything. How long would it take him to contemplate the inevitable? Carson was bound to hurt me in some kind of way. I peered down at his hand which gripped the whip tightly. I knew he wanted to use it on me. And I knew he wanted to make me bleed. But then again, I also knew that Carson loved me. Somewhere inside his fucked up head, love and whipping didn't equate. Maybe he'd just choke me instead... Carson shook his head and dropped the whip to the floor. Then, he came at me. I braced myself. He grabbed hold of me and gave me a tight hug. He whispered, "I know you're scared, love. But we can't have you trying to run away from here anymore. You need to be taught a serious lesson." With that, his hand darted toward my neck and he threw me down on the bed. My head nearly smashed into the wall, but thankfully, there was an inch between. Carson flipped me over before I knew what was happening. Then he immediately began spanking my ass, which I had never liked sexually. It was only then that I started pleading for Carson to stop. "Please, punish me in another way. You know how degrading this is for me, Carson." I tried speaking logically with him, but my captor wasn't listening to my words. He was listening to the distinct slapping noise every time his hand contacted my reddening cheeks. "Are you sorry yet, Maddy?" Then another slap. "How about now?" SLAP! "And now?" Surrendering, I once again said what he wanted to hear. "YES, Carson. I'm sorry," But I still knew in my heart that I didn't mean it. Carson didn't buy the apology either. He continued with my punishment for another three or four minutes. In total, 50 slaps. My ass cheeks were raw and red, searing with pain. Carson lifted himself from the bed and demanded that I stay there, laying on my stomach. I couldn't have moved anyway. I heard the unbuckling of his pants. They dropped to the floor. Movement... him shuffling out of his pants and kicking them out of the way. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. I let out a sharp cry as my face dragged across the sheets. "Carson, no... it hurts too much," I said breathlessly. But I was exhausted and no longer motivated to put up a decent fight. He positioned the top of his erect cock at the opening of my pussy. And he asked one last time, "Are you sorry yet, Maddy, love?" "Yes, I am." And this time I truly was sorry. I was sorry -- not for trying to escape -- but instead, for failing so badly. This entire situation could have been avoided if only I had -- "UHHHHHH!" I moaned as Carson slid into my un-lubricated pussy. He pushed himself in further, enjoying the feeling of my tight walls surround his pulsing cock. With each thrust, going deeper and deeper inside of me, he grunted, "THIS. IS. WHAT. YOU. DESERVE. YOU. LITTLE. BITCH." Grabbing hold of my swollen ass cheeks, Carson began pounding himself inside of me. My body was a rag doll, being fucked helplessly on this dirty bed by this dirty man in this very dirty and sickening dungeon. Carson's movements sped up even more and he started grunting louder. He pushed down on my back, making it almost impossible for me to lift my head to breathe. My body compressed further into the sheets as Carson's twitching cock erupted inside of me. He yelled out in ecstasy. "FUCK YES. TAKE THAT. YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH. FEEL ME TAKING YOU. OH SHIT. YES! YES! FUCK YES!" After he had completely unloaded himself, he collapsed on my limp body, planting his hands on either side of me. Another moment or two passed before Carson got up and put his pants back on. I listened to him adjust himself. I listened to him as he scoffed at me and thought about how good he fucked me, how well spent I was. I listened to him walk across the basement and climb the stairs. And once he got to the top, I listened to him when he said in an unsettlingly pleasant voice, "Goodnight, Maddy. Sweet dreams." Imprisoned Ch. 06 After my first attempt of escaping hell, I decided to let things cool off between Carson and I before trying anything again. In the meantime, I acted "normal." I catered to Carson's desires -- reciprocating his "I love you's," giving him his shower sex in the mornings before school, and submitting to his random, painful anal fucks. But after a solid week of continuously giving in, I didn't know how much longer I could put up with it. I knew that I was near a breaking point, and all it would take was one gentle tap to set me off. On Friday evening, after he came back from a particularly stressful day of work, Carson told me that we needed to talk. Nothing good could come from those words... especially when those words came from my captor. He allowed me upstairs and ordered me to take a seat on the living room couch. I tried to cover my half-naked body with a pillow, but Carson barked for me to stop fidgeting. I quickly snapped my focus on Carson and tore my hands away from the pillow. Staring at him with curious eyes, I waited for him to speak. He seemed almost uncomfortable. Just sitting across from me, hands crossed, lips pursed. What the hell was he going to say? The suspense was killing me, and my heart thudded in my rib cage. I wanted to tell him to "Please, hurry up. Tell me what's on your mind." But I knew that I wasn't in any sort of position to make demands. So, I waited. Carson started off calmly. "Maddy, love. This past week has been kind of strange for the both of us. And I think that we both can say why that's the case." He gave me a look, and I dropped my gaze. Flickering my eyes back to meet his, he remained stone-cold. "But I want to forget about what happened. As much as we can, of course. Don't you think that would be a fantastic idea?" When I didn't say anything, Carson said through clenched teeth, "Love, that wasn't a rhetorical question." I answered quickly this time. "Yes, a fantastic idea. Let's forget all about it. Is that all?" "No." I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" "Maddy, I was pretty hurt that you would try to run away from me. But perhaps it's because I haven't been giving you enough attention as of late. Maybe I've been a bad lover. We used to have something so special... and I feel like we aren't really connecting how we used to. I think I've even mentioned that to you before." A thought ran through my head... Is Carson breaking up with me??? "But I want to fix that!" I could hardly hide the dismayed look that came to face. Carson continued, "I invited Wes over again tonight." "NO!" It came out of my mouth before I could stop it. Carson shook his head, "Yes, he's coming over. He'll be here in 15 minutes. I've been... a little preoccupied for the past couple of weeks. So he can give you the extra attention that I haven't been able to provide. I'm sorry for that, Maddy, love." "Please, Carson, no," I begged him. "In all honesty, Wes doesn't pleasure me like you can." "Oh I know, love, but right now, he's the best substitute." Then suddenly, Carson began laughing. He threw his head back and his laughter grew louder. Was he going mad? He said, "Substitute? You see what I did just there? Oh Maddy, I've been your teacher, your lover, your everything for so long. But sometimes, the teacher needs a break. Sometimes the teacher needs a substitute. And that's Wes. HA! More like a substitute fuck, huh? Isn't that a riot?" I briefly wondered if Carson was drunk, but then remembered how insanity could similarly effect someone. Lack of clarity...ridiculous behavior...a pathetic, giggling mess. Yep, drunk or insane, Carson was going off the deep end. My breaking point was near. I could feel it closing in. I had to kill Carson. But after another moment, I calmed down. I told myself that maybe I could try again in another week. I needed to let things be okay first. And Carson finally seemed to want to forget about the incident. So clearly, it was still too fresh. Too soon. Too soon. One more week. I repeated such things over and over in my head. Until the doorbell rang... and I knew it was time to face Wes. My mind spun as Carson answered the door and let our friend inside. "Hi Wes," Carson greeted him. "How are things?" "Good, good. And for you?" "Not so bad. A lot of shit going on at work, but isn't that the case for all of us?" A fake chuckle replaced Carson's previously crazy laughter. Wes nodded, obviously not in the mood for small talk. His eyes shot over to me. I squirmed in my seat, wishing I had covered myself up with that pillow. Then again, that wouldn't have helped with much. A pillow couldn't stop Wes from fucking my brains out. "Can I take her up here?" Wes wanted to know. "As opposed to downstairs?" "Yeah." Carson gave it a moment's thought, and told our friend that it would be all right. "Let me know if you need anything. I'll be in my study. And don't leave without telling me. I need to make sure Maddy's not left unattended." "Certainly." Carson walked off to the other side of his apartment and closed the door to his study. That left me and Wes alone in the living room. Instantly, I felt like trying to run. But again, there were the same problems, especially the fact that Wes was much more powerful than I. "Maddy, how are you?" Wes sat on the couch. I didn't dare move. "Fine." "Really?" Wes seemed genuinely interested. "Sure." "Okay then," Wes said, and then, he turned to me. I remained frozen in place. Wes came close to my face and whispered, "Do you know how much you turn me on?" I mumbled something under my breath -- something that Wes couldn't really understand, and something that I didn't understand either. It was just nervous nonsense. I mean, how was I to respond to something like that? Wes placed his hand on my bare thigh and inched his hand up toward my panties. Instinctively, I parted my legs. My mind was filled with disgust, and I let my body take over. When Wes started kissing my neck, I let my head fall against the couch. When he started rubbing my pussy through my panties, I moaned quietly in his ear. And I didn't try to hide my dampness like my thoughts were telling me to do. Wes found me to be absolutely delightful. I could tell. His rock hard cock throbbed against his jeans, forming a tight and uncomfortable-looking bulge. After another minute, he stood up and undid his pants. He took them off swiftly, along with his shirt, and with a sigh he, said, "Damn, that's better." He moved toward me and shoved me onto the couch. He growled, "I want to fuck you all over the place. On the couch. On top of the kitchen table. Against the wall. Anywhere and everywhere, baby. Spread your fucking legs. Let me see your fuzzy, little snatch." As soon as I spread my legs, he yanked off my panties, and was surprised to see a hairless, "little snatch." Carson preferred it that way and made sure to keep me very clean. Wes didn't seem to mind. A smile flashed across his face. "Oh, I like what I see, Maddy. You're such a sexy treat." The more he spoke dirty to me, the wetter I became. I could feel my sopping wet pussy just begging for Wes' monster cock. Blocking out the typical thoughts, such as, "I'm scared. I don't want this. I want to be free. I want to be on a paradise island, laying out in the sun, with my family and friends and... oh please, no. Please not again. Not this horror. Again and again and again. PLEASE NO." Instead, I said through gritted teeth. "Don't you want to finger fuck me first?" Wes' cock bounced in excitement. He showed no hesitation as he sat beside me, and stuck his hand between my parted legs. His fingers found my folds, and he inserted his middle finger into me. At first, Wes gently fucked my pussy with his finger, sliding it in and out. Then he jammed a second finger into my tight whole and began gliding the two against my walls. With his thumb, he teased my clit until I was groaning so loudly in his ear, I could barely contain myself. Suddenly, he stopped fingering me. He placed his pussy-juice covered hand on my knee, and glared at me. "You better not cum yet, baby. I know you might cum fast with Carson, but never with me. Understood?" I nodded my head and bit my lip, for once, actually growing eager to cum. I didn't want to be eager. But my body was reacting so intensely to Wes -- reminding me of what it had once been like with Carson -- that my thoughts had turned off. I realized that I had successfully blocked them for the first time since my imprisonment. And I wasn't going to let anything stop me from enjoying this raw, sensual experience. Except maybe my guilt afterwards. But who cared about the future when it looked so bleak anyway? When the future truly didn't seem to exist? When the NOW was the only thing that mattered? And what was happening now was enjoyment... pleasure... unwanted, yet much-missed sensations, coursing throughout my body. Making me quiver with a renewed excitement. "Okay. Fuck me then," I told Wes and meant it. "Not yet, baby. I want you to blow me first." He was standing now and thrusted his cock toward my lips. I latched on with no further persistence from Wes. I began sucking as if my life depended on it. I took hold of Wes' huge dick and licked along his shaft and planted a kiss on his tip, before taking his whole 9 inches to the back of my throat. I hadn't deep throated anyone aside from Carson, and I had enjoyed it enough at first, but Wes was a whole other story. Deep-throating him wasn't forceful or painful. He didn't grab my head and face-fuck me until I couldn't breathe. He only tugged my hair a little and humped my mouth just enough so his balls slapped lightly against my chin. And he groaned loudly just as he was about to cum. Usually, I'd try to pull away, but not this time. Strangely enough, I wanted to give Wes a grade-A blow job. I wanted to impress him. But I wasn't thinking clearly. In fact, I wasn't thinking at all. Only my body wanted all those things. Because in the end, it knew that if I gave him a memorable blow job, he'd give me a reward too -- the orgasm that my body craved. He shot his load into the back of my mouth, but quickly slid his cock out from between my lips, and emptied the rest of his seed onto my face. Cum fell across my forehead and dripped into my hair and eyes. With his sleeve, Wes wiped his cum off my face. As he cleared my eyes, I watched him in quiet awe. He wore a satisfied smile and there was "lightness" in his eyes. Maybe Wes wasn't so bad after all. Maybe a second chance was all that he needed... From behind Wes and I, there was slow clapping. Turning around, Carson stood there, erect dick out of his pants. "Excellent performance you two. All of your moaning made me incredibly horny. Wes, I think it's time for you to go." Wes looked from me to Carson. "I haven't fucked her yet." Carson grinned. "Good. Then her pussy will still be quite tight." "I thought that'd I'd be able to..." "Wes, my man," Carson said in a slightly frustrated voice. "Do you not see my cock?" "No, I see it," Wes said. "And do you not see that beautiful, soaking wet woman sitting on my couch?" "No, I see her too." "Well, everything should be perfectly clear. Get the fuck out of my house." Wes didn't react negatively to Carson's foul attitude. He simply got dressed, grabbed his belongings, and told me goodbye. His smile was soft, which I couldn't help but to appreciate. I wasn't so sure if my body or my mind was in control anymore, but part of me hoped that it was my mind -- if even only a little. Because if that were the case, then perhaps I wouldn't feel guilt later on. And perhaps Wes would be a nice substitute... or break... from Carson. After Wes left, Carson's dick had become somewhat soft again. He told me to blow him like I had Wes. I did the best I could with my current mindset. My thoughts had now soured, and all I could think about was how much I hated Carson for ruining my moment with Wes, and how much I wanted the son of a bitch dead. I sucked Carson's dick, letting my tongue explore his shaft. I fondled his balls just the way he liked it. And I even deep-throated him. Carson couldn't tell that I was no longer into it. He was in too much ecstasy. After five minutes of sucking him off, I asked Carson kindly if he could fuck me. This time, needless to say, I didn't mean it. Carson threw my legs apart and positioned his cock at the opening of my pussy. His cock, slippery from my saliva, entered easily. There was no build-up to Carson's fucking. He immediately rammed himself into my pussy, and I felt myself tear. I let out a cry, and my captor took it for a cry of pleasure rather than pain. "You like being fucked like a whore, huh, Maddy, love? Cuz that's what you are now. You wanted to fuck our new friend, Wes, didn't you? You enjoyed blowing the bastard too, right? Isn't that right, Maddy? You fucking slut. You like whoring around, don't you? You like being finger fucked by an almost complete stranger? You want more friends? You want more? Tell me that's what you want." "No," I protested, my mind spinning out of control. Carson's heavy thrusting was putting me over the edge. I hadn't orgasmed with Wes, and didn't want to with Carson, but it at that point, I didn't think I could control it any longer. "Tell Me." THRUST. "That's What." THRUST. "You Want." THRUST. "Yessssss! YESSS!! That's what I want!! Oh my! YESS!" I screamed, my voice flooding the living room. My body, betraying every one of my thoughts, quaked with an obscenely powerful orgasm. Pussy juices spilled from me and covered Carson's dick. And clearly, the couch would be stained with cum and the smell of sex, but neither Carson nor I cared. Carson kissed me hard and said, "More friends, huh?"