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Taken Ch. 01

By: whores Master



I shook you awake. You looked startled as I threw your covers back, exposing your naked body. Your expression changed to fear as you looked at the men that stood behind me. I had seen you before in the street and had followed you home a few nights before. Tonight, I had become brave after a few drinks, so I invited a few men from the bar to join me for some pussy in a gangbang. Your pussy.

"It's time for some of that tight pussy", I sneered. "You are all alone with us and we are all going to fuck you bitch". 

I could see your breasts heaving as your breathing speeded up uncontrollably. I could also see you looking at the men, sizing them up. I smiled as I reached down and grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed in front of me.

"Please stop", you begged. 

Tears filled your eyes. But that only made me more excited. 

You started to resist, but I slapped you across your face with my palm, and you stopped. Your body went limp as I turned you so that you were positioned across the bed, with your legs now hanging off the edge. I reached down and felt your tits. 

You jerked back, and I slapped your tits hard across the nipples. You looked at me pleadingly, and I pinched your nipples and then tugged at them and stretched them up away from your chest. Your tits were saggy enough that I could make them sway as I batted at them.

Your nipples gave you away as they rose up and stiffened. The color changed to a dark tan, almost brown color as I continued playing and teasing and abusing them. 

I stopped long enough to unzip my jeans and pull my cock out. I held it in my hands in front of you. You could see it throb and jump like some wild animal ready to attack and take you. I slowly stroked the length as your eyes stared at the veins raised along the shaft. I saw your tongue wet your lips as you watched. 

"Come here. Open your mouth bitch." 

You didn't respond, so I grabbed your hair and roughly pulled your head to my cock. You sat still for a moment. I slapped your cheeks with my cock and then rubbed it along your chin and across your nose and them placed it between your lips.

The men closed in around us then.

"Fuck her mouth."  " Let me fuck her." " I get her ass." " Spread her out." 

They yelled their intents as the began to reach for you. I pushed them back and I placed my hands on the back of your head and held you as I leaned forward and started to push my cock between your lips. You looked up at me, and then you opened your mouth. They grabbed your arms and legs as held you tight as I guided my cock to your mouth.

My cock felt the warm wetness of your mouth and then that velvety softness of your throat as I slowly fed my cock to you. Then I pulled back and began to fuck your mouth a little faster and harder with each stroke, and soon I was wracking you with the thrusts. I gripped your head tighter as I savagely fucked your face.

And you struggled to breathe as my cock filled your mouth. Gasps were taken as I pulled my cock back out. 

"Suck my balls, whore". 

You bent further over and held my balls up to your lips. Your tongue snaked out and flicked acrosss my balls as you held them up for your worship. My balls were swollen and full of cum. My cock twitched above them as you sucked them into your mouth one by one.

You were mine now, and I pushed you back down and pulled your legs up. Your cunt was soaked and was gaping open slightly. I moved between your legs and placed my cock between your labia. I paused for a second and you raised your head up to see why. 

At the exact moment, I rammed my cock all the way into you with one hard thrust. The breath flew from your lungs as I began to fuck you hard and deep. My cock pistoned in and out of your slippery cunt like a machine. Your moans and groans filled the room.


There were other sounds as they other dropped their jeans and began to stroke and slap their cocks as they watched me assault you. Soon they again began to surround us, and this time I allowed them to touch you. 

Their hands felt your tits and fucked your mouth and groped over your body. I fucked you faster and harder and soon I felt my balls start to tighten and the cum began to flow up through my cock and then shot deep inside your hot cunt. I pushed as deep as I could to be sure you held all of my cum.

I climbed off of you and motioned for another man to take my place. He rammed his cock in you and immediately began to fuck you hard. Another knelt on the bed and stuffed his cock into your mouth. You eagerly sucked it deep inside. Your hands reached out and were soon filled by cocks, which you squeezed and stroked with frantic need.

I sat back in a chair and watched this scene. I was pleased.

They were all gathered around you. Your mouth worked on the cock, sucking and licking and letting it slide in and out, your wet saliva coating it and making it shine in the lights. Soon he moaned and shot his cum down your throat. I saw you sucking and swallowing, and then licking the last drops off as he rubbed it on your lips. Another man took his place in your mouth.

Your cunt was filled by another cock and it was reaming you out with long deep strokes. His hands held your waist as he fucked you hard and deep. Your breasts each had a mouth sucking and licking and pulling your nipples. Your hands were busy stroking the cocks of the men sucking your tits.

The guy that just finished cumming in your mouth sat in a chair near me drinking his beer. We were watching you being fucked and used by his friends. We talked about how hot you were and he asked if we did this often. I replied that this was the first time I had fucked you or even been near you and as far as I knew, it was your first time to be gang fucked, but I planned to turn you out more in the future as my whoreslut. 

Even though we had forced ourselves on you, I knew you were mine from then on to use as I wanted. You had a taste and a need for this treatment and abuse now that would never be completely satisfied. 

He wanted to be included. I told him I would consider that but I wanted every gangback I held for you to be different. He laughed and said he had an idea that would make that happen for sure. I leaned over as he explained. I loved the idea. He said he needed to leave for a minute but would be back soon with a friend. I laughed and told him I liked that idea.

You were so lost in your pleasure that you didn't know he left. The cock that had been fucking your mouth was soon shooting cum all over your face and he rubbed the cum on your tits with his cock and wiped his still dripping cock all over your face. Your tongue flicked drops off as you could catch them and you swished his cum around in your mouth before swallowing. You pulled his cock back in your mouth, sucking his last few drops.

Your cunt was still being pounded without mercy. The cock was thick and your pussy was stretched to accomodate it. I watched his cock pull out and then slide back it. I was so hard as I imagined how good your pussy felt to him and I was envious of him. His face was red and he was breathing hard as he kept up his fast pace. I believe he really wanted to tear your little pussy apart the way he was fucking you.

One of the guys that had been sucking your tits now came around and he was stroking his cock next to you. You watched him as he slid his hands up and down the shaft and squeezed the head. You reached for his cock and continued his stroking. 

He was getting really hard and I thought he was going to cum, but you squeezed his shaft at the base and held him for a moment. You then started playing with his balls and his cock twitched as you did.

You pulled his cock to your lips and your tongue licked and you sucked his head, then you licked up and down his shaft and then began sucking his balls. He stood motionless, just staring at you. 

Soon you pulled his cock into your lips and I could see your cheeks indenting as you sucked him. God I wished it was my cock you were enjoying. I wanted to be all of the men that were fucking you then.

I walked around so I could see your face as you were being fucked in the mouth. You looked up at me and I could see a smile forming and your eyes were bright and looked like you were really happy. And I thought about that and realized you were then enjoying every woman's secret fantasy, of being fucked and touched everywhere at one time and with an almost limitless passion.

I pulled my cock out and stroked it so you could see I was turned on again by this scene. You reached out and helped me stroke it as you continued sucking, never missing a stroke of his cock between your lips.

"You are such a pathetic, perverted whore to allow us to use you like this", I said. 

You looked at me and in reply sucked harder on the cock that filled your mouth.

Your pussy fucker suddenly was going faster and he started groaning. I could tell from the look in your eyes that you felt him and knew he was about to cum. Suddenly he rammed his cock in as deep as he could and held it there as he pumped his heavy load of cum deep inside you.

He looked like he was melting as his body relaxed. Soon he pulled back out and milked his cock off and looked a little embarrassed as he moved away.

The last guy took his place, but insead of pushing his cock into you, he began fingering your pussy, stirring the cum around in you and then playing with your clit. The others had ignored your clit and you had been too busy to play with it yourself. He was flicking and pulling it and you began moaning and pushing your pussy up at him like never before. 

You started to cum and cum, and your pelvis arched up and you thrashed wildly. You almost lost the cock in your mouth as you tried to look down to watch him finger fucking you. But the guy with his cock in your mouth held your head and speeded up his strokes and soon started shooting his cum into your mouth. 

You started gagging and opened your mouth to breathe and pulled his cock out and guided it to shoot on your tits. His cum spurted on your tits and he rubbed it all around with his fingers and then pushed them into your mouth so you could suck his cum off.


I heard a knock on the door and I went to answer it. It was my new friend with a lady. I smiled with anticipation when they came in the room.

My new friends sat near me and watched as the last guy shot his cum over your tits. You rubbed it into your breasts and then looked over at me, wondering what I had in mind for you next.

"It's your turn", I told the woman that had just come in. 

You looked at me unbelieving. I could tell by your expression that you had never been touched by another woman or atleast not for awhile.

She climbed onto the bed and crawled between your legs. She felt your legs and ran her hands from your feet up to your thighs and then slid her hand across your pussy, brushing against your mound. Her fingers slipped between your lips as she moved, exploring you. 

She continued feeling you as your hips moved up against her soft touch. Your head was arched upward as you watched her playing with you.

She leaned down and blew her hot breath across you. Your sighs were constant as she pressed her lips against your labia. Her kisses were wet and passionate as she ground her face between your legs. Her mouth opened and she licked her tongue between your lips and she lapped at your wetness. Her hands pulled your labis apart as she probed inside your pussy with her tongue.

She snaked that tongue in and out, flicking and lapping and teasing you and then she started fucking you with her tounge stretched out as long and firm as she could make it. Your sighs turned to moans and groans as she ground against you and fucked you harder. 

Your legs were up and wide apart. You grabbed them and pulled back to open your cunt up to her, wanting all her sweet attentions that you could get.

She placed her lips back over your gaping cunt and sucked out cum deposited by the men. She crawled over you and held her face above yours. She opened her mouth and let the cum, drip down onto your lips. 

You opened your mouth and eagerly caught the thick cum as it dropped from her lips. She leaned down and kissed you mixing her wet kisses with the cum that filled your mouth.

She moved back down and repeated her sucking and then moved back to your mouth, depositing more cum in your mouth. She kissed you and held you tight against her mouth for much longer each time. Snowballing you over and over until she was satisfied that she had given you mmost of the cum that had been shot inside of you.

Then she again lay down between your legs and when she was comfortable, she began to suck and lick your cunt again. Her kisses were soft and passionate and tender. You held her head and encouraged her with your words.

"Oh yes", "please eat my pussy", "baby, baby, baby".

And we all sat as we watched this beautiful scene. Cocks were being stroked and jacked hard, and our moans and groans also encouraged her to continue.

Soon she sat up and then stood. She removed her clothes, and went to the head of the bed and she pulled her nipples and rubbed her pussy as she stood next to you. You watched as she moved down and began to suck your tits. 

Your hands reached for her tits and you began to feel and fondle them as she pulled your nipples up hard between her lips.

She then climbed on the bed with you and swung her legs over your chest so that she faced away from you. She looked back at you as she moved her pussy over your mouth and then she slowly lowered it to your lips. 

Your hands surrounded her as you pulled her down to you and you hungrily began to suck and lick her cunt as she had eaten your. She ground against you as she sat on your face. She smiled at us as pressed her cunt against you.

We cheered you on and stroked faster as she moved down and began to eat you again. In this position you and she kissed and licked and flicked and ate each other as writhed and moved under and against each other.

Your faces were soaked and red from passion and lust, and before long you and she collapsed upon each other and lay together in each others arms kissing tenderly and slowly, basking in the afterglow, satisfied and content.

But we weren't content, and now wanted more. You both had driven us further into an area of primal need and animal lust, and we surrounded both of you, waving and stroking our cocks toward you. Two men grabbed her and moved her away from you to the end of the bed. I turned you to me and pushed you onto your back, with your head off the edge of the bed. 

I opened your mouth with my fingers and then rammed my hard cock into your mouth and down your throat. I started humping your face as I slapped your cunt. You gasped and fought for breath as I slammed my cock in and out of your mouth. 

Your cunt was swollen and red, yet it was soaked and the juices flowed out and down your ass, wetting your asshole. When I saw that, I suddenly wanted your ass.

I pulled my cock out and pulled you upright and then stood you up next to the bed. I pushed your forward until you were bent over the bed with your ass in front of me.

I spit on your asshole and pressed my cock back into your gushing cunt to wet it again. I placed the head against your puckered hole and then grabbed your hips with both hands.

I held you tight and steadied you as I slowly pushed my cock against your tight ass. You pleaded for me to stop. I slapped your ass and kicked your legs together and placed a finger against your asshole. I slowly massaged you and slowly was able to insert my finger into you and then I worked it around and as you relaxed and opened up, I pressed two fingers into you and I pushed them all the way in.

I pulled my fingers out then, and rewet my cock in your cunt. I reached in and scooped up your juices and wiped them over your ass. I pulled my cock out of your cunt and placed it against your ass again. This time, I could push my cock and it slid into your ass. 

It was so tight and I slowly pushed deeper until I had about six inches in your ass. I then pulled back and began to stroke your ass, each time going deeper and speeding up, until I was soon fucking yoru ass hard and deep. Your ass bobbed up as you pushed against me. 

Your groans were deep and throaty as I hammered your ass. Your tits bounced and swayed under your chest as I continued pounding you. My balls slapped against your cunt and you felt my balls as you rubbed your clit.

I watched as one of them climbed onto the bed and began to fuck your mouth. The other woman was being fucked by two men also, and she was stroking another cock.

I fucked you hard and deep until I was ready to cum. I pulled out and shot my cum all over your back. I rubbed my cock over your ass and buttocks and wiped the cum off on you. When I was finished. I sat back and watched as the others finished with you and her. They covered both of you with cum. 

"Clean each other up", I commanded. 

You and she licked and kissed each other and ate our cum off of each other, and then again sucked your pussies and pulled the cum out of them. We let you two relax in each others arms when you finished. 

Soon they all dressed and left and we were alone.

You lay on the bed and I went to you and sat beside you. 

"From now on, you are mine. You will do as I say, and will be available to me whenever I want you. When I don't need you, you will continue your life as before, but when I want you, you will abandon it and again become my whore and slut. You are to never question me, or disobey me or I will punish you. I will abuse you and humiliate you and treat you like the slut and whore that you know you are. Others have not recognized that need in you adequately, and you have needed to be treated harshly. Your cunt has throbbed and wanted a strong man to take control of it and you. I am that man. I am your Master. Do you understand me whore?"

"Yes Master".

"Very good. Now get cleaned up and dressed. You disgust me lying there smelling of sex and looking like a used up whore. I will be in touch when I want to use you."

I stood up and started out the door as you rose and headed to the bath. 

"Oh, and I almost forgot", I shouted, 

"I don't want you to let your husband fuck you for three days. I don't care how you keep him from it, but obey me. Your cunt is mine alone until I decide he can fuck you again. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."    

Taken Ch. 01-03



This story is a complete work of fiction, and all character references have only coincidental similarity with any real person either living or dead. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

Reader's note: References to the earlier 'experiences' of Debbie and Emma can be found in the series 'Capture in the Woods' published on Literotica.

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Chapter 1: Room Mates

Debbie Fielding slammed the door of her room shut and flattened her back against the bare wall. Her long dark hair splayed out contrasting starkly with the light pink painted plaster. Her chest was heaving and her large doe eyes were glazed. 

She was desperate. 

Hands began to tear at her shimmering top, pulling the press studded fastenings apart so as to expose her bra-covered breasts. Her tits heaved under the touch of clawing fingers and her back arched in anticipation as the perfect, lace covered, rounded flesh was mauled. Making a mockery of the bra, Debbie's gorgeous breasts were slipped free of the material and the cups thrust underneath so that the wire bit into her skin. The fingers then pinched her nipples, just hard enough to make her moan.

Debbie knew she was lost.

******

The gorgeous blond haired girl was perfectly proportioned, with ample, firm breasts for her slender nineteen year old frame. Being just three inches short of six feet tall, all men - and some girls - appreciated her lovely long legs. 

It appeared that the extremely pretty, high cheek-boned girl, was aware of being attractive, and took pride in it. She was flattered and pleased by the attention her body received as she searched for the address of the large house listed on the piece of paper in her hand.

She had been walking now for at least 20 minutes after leaving the train station and she was becoming a little more frantic in her search. Where was this damn house? If she didn't get there soon it would be getting dark. It was Saturday, late afternoon and she didn't want to be out on the streets alone!

******

Any hopes of resistance had been squashed; she was crying out for the deep satisfying relief that she knew was about to wash over her. Closing her eyes, Debbie fought the sensations. She would not, could not, come like this, not yet anyway. She felt a tug at the ring piercing her left nipple and groaned part in pleasure and part in pain. 

She had to admit it concerned her, random sex in the early evening, but her needs were overwhelming and as she felt a hand move down her belly, under her short skirt and brush the lacey top of her white brief thong, she groaned.

"Ohhhhh, yes."

The fingers, first one and then two, delved between her ever moistening pink labia before roaming back up her body to lift her chin slightly and then slip between the red lips of her warm, wet mouth. Debbie sucked eagerly on her own tasty juices.

"Mmmmmm yesssssssssss," she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Oh fuck......." she cried as she felt a new line traced her cleavage, pausing to tease each hardened nipple before journeying to the open, naked space of her belly between the bottom of the wide open top and the waistband of her skirt.

This time the hand went lower and brushed up under her skirt to fondle her bare hip. A second hand now caressed her thigh causing the short black skirt to bunch up from both sides. Then one hand moved up to her face using its fingers to tuck Debbie's hair behind her ear like she was some kind of fashion doll. 

Her gorgeous body began to move rhythmically.

******

Long blond hair draped sexily around her shoulders and, as she walked, her bottom swayed in the tight, denim jeans that she wore so well. 

"Hey babe, are you lost?"

The girl turned round to see two boys, young men really, fast approaching. Should she run or could they be her required source of information?

"I...yes....I need to find house." She showed them the piece of paper in her hand.

"Mmmmm, yes we know where this is, don't we Billy?" He smiled lustily when he heard this gorgeous creature's Eastern European accent.

"Yes," said Billy, "we certainly do."

"Come this way."

The blond haired girl sensed something was not right when her arm was gripped tightly. She kicked out catching Billy on his shin. Her arm was released and she ran pulling her suitcase behind her.

"Come back here you fucking bitch!"

She heard them laughing but still she ran and ran and ran.

******

Probing digits returned to her erect nipples, this time pinching them vigorously between a thumb and forefinger. Debbie squealed, threw back her head and moaned. It was like she had never felt such excitement before. 

Fingers tugged downward on the tortured nipple, leaving the gorgeous Debbie no choice but to slide down the bare wall moaning anew as she rested on her knees.

The rampant student felt a moistening between her legs and shook her head opening out her bedraggled, lustrous dark hair. With her knees spread wide Debbie felt a hand pushed between her thighs as she fell upon her back. Bewildered, Debbie's own moistness caught her off guard. The fingers ripped the skirt aside and thrust deep under her white lace panties. Debbie screamed.

"O fuck, I'm going to explode," she cried as her whole body tensed, her thighs squeezed together and she came riding endless waves of pleasure to fulfill her gloriously erotic experience. Debbie panted heavily, her lovely breasts heaving, naked, having been freed from her bra. 

It was done and despite feeling a little light headed she felt good.

******

The road came to a junction ahead. The fleeing girl was not sure whether the men were behind her but as soon as she turned the corner she dropped her suitcase and collapsed against the brick wall panting for all she was worth.

As she stared at the pavement a shadow appeared between her legs.

"Calm down babe. No need to run."

"Leave me alone please I not know where I am going."

"Well it looks like we can help you eh Bill?"

"Yeah, absolutely, Jonno, that's for sure."

There was no one around. She was terribly exposed.

"If we do something for you will you do something for us?" Jonno smiled.

The girl looked up. "What do you want?" As if she didn't know.

"A look at those Russian tits babe would be a start."

The girl stared back at Billy. "I am not Russian."

Jonno couldn't have cared if she was from Outer Mongolia so long as he was going to see a pair of, what looked like, magnificent breasts.

The boys stared wide eyed as their stunning captive reached to her blouse. First she pushed open one button, then a second. Her small audience was engrossed. She took hold of the left side of her open top and moved it slowly to one side. A pair of male smiles told of their expectation as the firm edge of a beautiful breast came into view. The girl's hand moved like lightening and in a confusing flash Jonno found himself forced back against the brick wall with a thin razor sharp knife against the tender skin of his neck.

"No...please... what the fuck are you...d?"

"Shut the fuck up boy," said the gorgeous girl with the model looks. 

"Listen to me. I am only just arriving in your country and I need this house." She pointed at the paper now laying on the ground.

"Pick it up you." She ordered. Billy, scared now for the life of his friend, did exactly as he was told.

"Where is it, the house?"

Billy looked and then pointed.

"Just...d...d...down there about fifty metres on the left."

"Thank you," she said taking Jonno by his lapels and throwing him at his mate.

"What the fuck are you?" gabbled Billy. Jonno had tears of relief running down his cheeks.

"That is not your business," said the girl smiling, "but here, look".

She reached inside her still open blouse and flipped her naked breast free of the material. The boys stared open mouthed for a few seconds at the gorgeous mound of firm flesh tipped with a hard, excited nipple. Then they ran, away, as fast as they could.

Laughing she picked her suitcase up flicked the knife safely back inside its handle and headed in the direction she had been shown.

Her large blue eyes soon spotted the house number for which she searched and, turning into the garden, she approached the front door. It was open and so the gorgeous girl, pulling her suitcase behind her, walked into the flat that was to become her new home.

******

Raising her body she pushed her back against the wall. Debbie looked up and saw large, wide, fulfilled eyes staring back at her. 

Debbie grinned at her own reflection as she got unsteadily to her feet and smoothed her skirt down. Shaking fingers repositioned her bra and fastened her blouse back up and she smiled to herself, continuously amazed at how she was able to masturbate so enthusiastically at any time of day.

The images of her friend Emma slowly disappeared from her mind's eye.

She missed Emma. The two girls, both now twenty one years old, had become as close as sisters after their appalling adventures at the hands of The Don Michael gang and the two woodland assailants almost a year ago. The sexual torture they had both endured had taken them a long time to come to terms with. But they had and now both girls had moved on.

Debbie had chosen to go to college to do a Modern Language degree. Emma had gone back into her old job at the Bank although she no longer worked on the customer counter but in the Corporate Asset Management Department. A more important role actually and it kept her away from dealing directly with the customers which was, of course, how her previous adventures had began.

Debbie was waiting for her new room mate to arrive. Laura was her name and she looked very nice and very pretty from her website pictures. Debbie smiled to herself as she thought what could have happened if Laura had arrived early to find Debbie slumped on the floor with her fingers buried up to the knuckle in her own pussy.

Debbie moved into the bathroom. Just as she was about to wash her hands she moved her fingers to her mouth and, flicking out her small pink tongue, she tasted the wet moistness left as residue from her climax. 

"Mmmmmm," she licked and smelled the lusty dampness before finally washing her hands clean.

******

In the cool kitchen of her small, soon to be shared, flat, Debbie refilled her wine glass. She glanced around the insipid interior. If there was one thing that Debbie hated about her college flat it was the blandness of the decorations and, moreover, the lack of motivation to do anything about it. Despite this, Debbie had wanted to make sure everything was ready for the arrival of her new room mate. She had settled on a bottle of chilled white wine to greet her, and was dismayed therefore to find herself still alone, filling her own glass for the second time.

The main living room was divided by a table and chairs. The table held a vase of bright yellow flowers. Debbie had bought them earlier but had to admit that she knew nothing about what type they were. She took a long sip of wine and was feeling just a little heady. The stunning student had to admit to being more than a little excited but Laura had not arrived yet and now all she could wonder was why her roomy was late. Debbie moved into the main living area and set her glass down on the table. She looked up at the Constable print above the fireplace and was just starting to get lost in the wooded glade depicted in the painting when there was a loud knock on the door.

Debbie could not help herself jump just a little bit as she set her glass down. She wanted to bound in great leaps to the door but forced herself to walk slowly appearing calm and collected. 

The opened door knob felt clammy in her hands as Debbie looked up into the deep blue depths of the gorgeous eyes facing her. She had noticed immediately how striking they were. A vision of beauty stood before her as Debbie's gaze traveled downwards over the girl's cute little nose and came to rest on the full pouting lips which smiled back at her only inches from her own. The beauty of the girl, combined with the heat of the wine inside her, was making the dark haired college girl experience a confusing mix of emotions.

"You're not Laura," she stated somewhat tersely.

"No, I am not. I am sorry. My name is Natalie and I was only told yesterday that I was to live with you. Laura is now staying at the halls in the college." 

The girl was clearly Eastern European but spoke perfect English.

"Oh, why?"

"I don't know I just was told to come here. Look it is on the paper in my hand. May I come in?"

Flustered by both the apparent change in circumstances and the head spinning beauty of the female before her Debbie spluttered "Oh yes, of course. I'm sorry," moving out of the way to allow Natalie to enter into the room. The delicate smell of the new girl's scent filled the room and Debbie began to feel even more intoxicated.

"Let me show you to your room," Debbie offered somewhat apologetically. "My name is Debbie by the way and I am really pleased to meet you". Debbie held out her hand sincerely. Natalie took it and smiled a large grin back.

"Thank you Debbie. I think I am going to like it here."

******

Debbie's eyes opened slowly as her mind focused on the sharp ringing in her ears. Still half asleep she reached out and stopped the alarm. Turning onto her back and opening her eyes more fully Debbie continued to work her way through the Sunday morning waking up process. Her thoughts crystallized on Natalie, the gorgeous room mate that she now had. Although very tired when she arrived after a long trip, Natalie had found the time, and energy, to share a glass of wine with her new friend and tell her that she was from Slovenia, near Lake Bled, which sounded beautiful to Debbie, and that she was also on the same Modern Language course. That in itself was a wonderful coincidence as often room mates were on different courses but Debbie felt that being on the same course would give her the time to really get to know Natalie. This thought brought warmth to Debbie's groin. She had been entirely heterosexual, or so she had believed, until meeting Emma Ross just a year or so ago. Her feelings for Emma had opened up her heart to the possibility of enjoyable lesbian love, both pleasurable and painful, and, quite frankly, Debbie would now have considered herself to be bisexual, although, perhaps, not openly so. 

Sitting up in bed Debbie pulled the short T-shirt, that she wore for sleeping, down to cover her naked stomach. Sometimes the gorgeous student slept in panties and sometimes not. Last night she had and so, as she pushed her well toned right leg out from under the sheets, she reached behind her body to ease the wedge of cotton from inside the crack of her bottom. She heard a movement in the main room and moved quietly to the door of her bedroom. From here she could see out into the living room through the slight gap where the door had remained ajar overnight.

She stared out amazed, and not a little turned on, by what she saw. Natalie stood gazing out through the clear glass of the living room window. Naked, she appeared to take a perverse pleasure in the chill of the early morning. Pressing her firm breasts against the cold pane, she gazed out into the garden. Debbie stared open mouthed at the view presented to her of the perfect curves of her new Slovenian friend until suddenly she realised that, despite the slight steam covering on the glass, her room mate's beauty in all it's glory would be available for every one to see.

Debbie sighed at the vision before her. Desire blazed between her own lovely thighs. At the window Natalie pressed her perfect breasts against the cold glass, gently crushing the reddy brown nipples. As she peeled her skin away from the window her teats were raked into pleasurably painful peaks. Warm juice coated Natalie's labial lips as it flowed slowly from within her. The Slovenian stunner turned to face Debbie, who in response opened her bedroom door to its full width.

Neither girl said a word, yet the silence spoke volumes.

Moving slowly across the carpet, her naked buttocks rippling sensuously, Natalie paused just a few feet away from Debbie. Both girls looked gorgeous in their early morning state. One naked and the other dressed in skimpy night wear. Long tousled hair hung thickly from the heads of them both. Natalie's hands rose to her breasts, and sensuously palmed their soft warmth. Thumbing her already stiff nipples, she inched her thighs wider apart. Closing her eyes tightly, Natalie groaned as her desire leapt from within smoldering pussy. The fingers of one hand tugged urgently at the short, thin line of blond pubic hair that rose upwards towards the small silver chain hanging sexily from her belly button.

The two young girls stood facing one another in the early light of the college flat. Natalie lowered her sapphire blue eyes and looked down at the hand that now approached the folds of her labia. 

Regular breathing was difficult for Debbie. Her beautiful flat mate stood within touching distance, her pussy open and available in all it's sexual splendour. 

In one breathtaking movement Natalie reached down and ran her hands up and down the fronts of her thighs. She allowed Debbie to feast her eyes, before her hands moved to caress her sculptured inner legs. Debbie could see fingernails leave faint white traces on her room mate's soft skin as she teased herself. The English girl watched mesmerized as Natalie rubbed her left hand upwards, higher and higher until it cupped her pussy. Her fingers trailed along the length of its crease as she thrust her pelvis forward allowing Debbie to get a good view of her ever dampening state. 

At first Natalie made no attempt to part the lips and Debbie groaned as she imagined her own nails scraping lightly along the soft and eager flesh. Then suddenly Natalie pressed harder and ran her hands back towards her buttock crease and then pulled them forward again. This time she bucked her hips as her fingers separated the labia and ran forward along the pink inner flesh of her vulva. 

As they approached the front the Eastern European girl pulled her labia up and apart so that Debbie could clearly see her soft inner lips and clitoral hood. The English student tore her gaze away momentarily and looked at Natalie's face. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in her own world of pleasure.

Debbie looked back down, not believing the show she was getting, and now the fingers of one hand were delving deep into Natalie's vagina while the spread fingers of the other hand held her lips open and rubbed at her clitoris. The girl from Slovenia thrust her hips rotating more and more urgently as her head leaned forward watching her own fingers at work. They moved faster and faster, and Debbie, now aching to touch her new friend, couldn't see how many fingers she had managed to get up inside her but suddenly Natalie's head went back and she let out a cry which rang through the room. Her body locked rigid for a second before she tore her hand away and left herself breathless and panting on the edge of a much needed orgasm.

Close to the peak of self induced ecstasy Natalie moved closer to her room mate and bent slightly to kiss her. Debbie looked lovely with her face flushed and her long hair disheveled, and Natalie was surprised by how eagerly she returned the kiss. The Slovenian girl's lips were warm and soft and her tongue darted swiftly between Debbie's own lips as the English girl wrapped her arms round her lover pressing even closer to her tanned, gorgeous body. The blond haired girl rubbed her stimulated groin against the straining bulge of Debbie's own mound. When at last they parted Natalie gripped her friend's hair and dragged her easily over to the cold, wet window that provided a misted view onto the world outside.




Taken Ch. 01-03



"What the f..." 

Debbie found herself thrust face up against the cold, wet glass. A strong arm held her tight.

"No please, everyone will see, not here."

"Sshhhhh my love, I'm gonna fuck you real good."

The lovely dark haired student gasped and held her breath as she felt Natalie's hand move onto her thigh crushing her against the cold glass, dampness wetting her shirt and making the outline of her nipples clearly visible both through her top and the glass window. Then the hand was under the hem of Debbie's T shirt and stroking the edge of her panties before moving under and down to touch the sensitive folds of her pussy with well manicured fingers, scratching a little against Debbie's clitoris. 

As she was rubbed harder and harder Debbie began to moan and became increasingly damp. As soon as Natalie felt this she began to stroke her friend's clit in a slow circular motion whilst grinding her cute Slovenian hips into the nicely presented bottom before her. The combined effects of the thumb on her clit and the pelvis thrusting into her rear were working Debbie into a frenzy and she was unable to stop a groan from escaping.

"You really need this, don't you?" oozed Natalie in her sexy broken English accent.

"Yessssssss," hissed Debbie. "Your hands .... Your thumb .... All ...."

Just then Natalie shifted her hand and slid three fingers deep inside of Debbie's soaking pussy. The impaled girl moaned and then moaned again as the fingers fucked and the thumb flicked. Debbie's eye's closed relishing the feel of her tight, wet pussy being stimulated beyond all belief. Then she was there.

"Nnnnhhh .... NNhhhhh .... NNAAARRRGGGHHHH.... Yessssssssssssssssss! Oh Yesssssssssssssssssssss!"

Debbie screamed and tried to arch her back as Natalie ripped an almighty orgasm from her. She thrust her body away from the window but the amazing strength of the Slovenian beauty crushed her flat once more. Debbie's body was out of control as she pushed her palms flat against the cold glass and began to kiss the wet, steamed pane in her ecstasy. Pleasure rushed over her in waves as all of her attention was given over to enjoying the sensations cascading through her wonderful body. 

Then it was over and Debbie felt her body released. She opened her eyes and, just before sliding sexily down the glass, she was able to notice a group of watching males, about ten in all, who had clearly seen Debbie in all her glory from the end of the driveway.

"Shit!" she laughed to herself as her body folded in a heap on the room carpet. Turning lazily over Debbie looked up lovingly into Natalie's beautiful face.

"Thank you," she whispered. 

"That's okay," panted her Slovenian mate, "but now it's your turn to make me come."

Debbie took her lover's face and softly kissed her lips. She was encouraged when Natalie returned the kiss and so again their lips met. This time she felt pressure as Natalie's tongue penetrated her mouth. As Debbie broke away from the second kiss she began licking the tears that had wetted Natalie's face. 

"What's wrong my sweet," asked the gorgeous English girl.

"I... I... I am just so pleased that you are my room mate. I love you Debbie."

Debbie smiled and kissed the Eastern European once more, only this time with a true passion that had previously been reserved for Emma.

"No you don't, you don't even know me. But we can certainly have some fun."

Debbie removed her T shirt and lay next to Natalie on the carpet. She began to kiss her lover caressing her firm right breast and manipulating the nipple with her fingers causing it to harden and grow. 

Debbie moved her mouth to the breast she was cupping and began to roll her tongue around Natalie's erect teat, lightly biting it with her teeth and then kissing the firm surrounding tanned flesh. 

Natalie arched her back pushing her breast further into Debbie's mouth acknowledging the sensations surging through her with a loud moan.

"Ohhhh, fuck me Debbie please, I need to come!"

"Soon Natalie," teased the dark haired English girl.

As she tended to her lover's other breast, Debbie's hand slid across Natalie's taut stomach and down to her pouting, swollen mound. Her fingers lightly traced the pink line between the labia and she could feel that Natalie was soaking wet. Wasting no time Debbie slipped a finger into the blond haired girl's pussy and slowly began to slide it in and out of the ever more lubricated slit. She added another finger and began to pump faster as she toyed with Natalie's clitoris. 

"Oh yessssss. Debbie please I need to co....ohhhhhhh."

Natalie's hips began to buck, her pussy thrusting against Debbie's hand as the young Slovenian student neared her climax. How she needed this. How she wanted it, was desperate for it. Natalie had already brought her own stunning body to the edge of satisfaction once that morning. And she knew it would not be long before....

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fucccccccccccckkkkkkk, I looooooove youuuuu!"

Natalie writhed uncontrollably, her head straining to kiss Debbie's lips. The dark haired girl could feel the tremors as her Slovenian lover climaxed. Juices flowed over Debbie's hand as she continued to stroke Natalie's slit until the spasms subsided. 


Natalie tried in vain to mould her pussy around Debbie's fingers as they slipped out from her vagina. Debbie sat up and looked at her young friend. A light sheen of perspiration covered Natalie's body and her breasts rose and fell heavily as her laboured breathing recovered.

Reaching out The dark haired English girl pushed a stray lock of hair off her lover's face and stroked with a finger along the curve of Natalie's jaw. She smiled. 

"I don't believe it. I don't believe you're here with me now. How can I have been so lucky to have found you as my room mate?"

Natalie smiled, a little embarrassed at Debbie's gushing declaration of feeling. She looked at the clock, it was moving towards eleven in the morning and they were still nowhere near ready for the day ahead. Debbie yawned.

"I think it's time for bed again," she said sleepily. Natalie looked up and smiled a tired but satisfied smile at her new friend. Just then a mobile phone ring sounded. Natalie looked at Debbie apologetically.

"Sorry, but I must take." Debbie just smiled as Natalie stood up and reached for the phone. 

"Zivijo!" The English girl looked up as Natalie started the conversation in Slovenian.

"Yes, I am fine. Debbie is good," she looked at her friend and smiled seductively, "Debbie is very good." Debbie looked away, now it was her turn to feel embarrassed.

"No, really, everything is fine. I have told her about my home and she says it sounds beautiful. What, really – over there? Well, we have time I think, the college does not start for another ten day. Okay I will ask. Bye bye."

Natalie ended the call and looked across at her gorgeous lover.

"It was my uncle. He say that we can go and stay in his cottage near Bled if you wanted to. We have time before our lectures and the countryside is beautiful. Will you come?"

"I .. I ... don't know. It's all a bit sudden."

"Please, my darling," moving to kneel next to Debbie Natalie stroked her lover's thigh.

"And we can be back for the start of our course?" quizzed the English girl.

Natalie nodded.

"Oh, ok, why not? Let's go. Slovenia here I come."

"Hey, not just you - here we both come," added Natalie. 

As both girls collapsed in a fit of giggles Debbie smiled and reflected on the fact that despite only knowing Natalie for a few hours she hadn't felt like this about anybody, ever before – not even Emma. She could already sense that the next few days were going to be so memorable – how right she would turn out to be!

Chapter 2: Mile High

"I don't believe how cheeky you are Natalie," exclaimed Debbie.

"Who me?" replied Natalie with mock humility.

The two girls climbed the stairs to the plane. It was not a very big aircraft but still held around a hundred and fifty passengers. The two friends had queued at the check in desk where Natalie had spotted a hunky young male and arranged, with the utmost of boldness, to be seated next to him.

"Look," said the Slovenian beauty in a confidential whisper to her friend, "he's there just waiting for me. I bet you I can take all of his money before we land."

"Uh, how will you do that?"

"You'll see."

******

"Shit!"

The blade sliced her finger. Emma Ross cried out. There was no one to hear her as the cry turned to a whimper and she threw the knife down in a fury.

"Fucking apple," she muttered as the painful scratch turned into a bleeding cut. Emma gave up, picked up the partly sliced apple and moved to her beeping machine.

Flopping her stunning 5 foot eight inch, slim body down into the chair nearest her answer machine, Emma reached out and pressed play. Brushing her long blond hair behind her right ear with the other hand she listened to the welcome voice of her friend Debbie.

"Hi Em sorry I haven't called in a while but it's been what you might call hectic over here. My new room mate arrived, Natalie she's called and she's from Slovenia. Anyway we have over a week or so before the course starts and so I am going over to stay in her family's cottage near to Lake Bled for a few days. I'll call when I get back. See you soon, love you."

Emma smiled reflectively, a slight twinge of jealousy rising in her stomach. Ever since their shared experiences together a year or so ago Emma had felt very close, both emotionally and physically, to her friend. Just of late, however, Debbie's college had taken her away from Emma and now she had a new partner – or so it sounded. Still, life goes on and at least Debbie was still thinking about her.

The blond haired stunner relaxed a little more as images of Debbie began to play in her mind's eye. It was through these pictures that Emma moved to Debbie and kissed her hard, rubbing her gorgeous, lithe body against that of her girlfriend. These erotically charged thoughts began to replace the jealousy of a few moments ago as Emma moved her hand under her short skirt and started to rub her ever moistening pussy.

******

Debbie had always thought herself to be attractive, no let's be honest, she considered herself to be more than that and knew that generally all eyes, wherever she was, would be on her. However, as she watched her new companion walk down the aisle of the plane she could see that Natalie was as near to being visually perfect as you could get. She watched her Slovenian friend's tight denim covered bottom move sexily before her very eyes as they neared their seats.

"8b and 8c, this is us I think." Natalie spoke to the cute male already seated in 8a. He looked up. As he did so he saw his dream, or more to the point he saw straight up and inside her very short cropped top. 

"Emma give me your bag and I put it up here."

Natalie wore no bra and, as she stretched up to the luggage hold, the very brief top rode high on her breasts revealing not just the firm, rounded undersides of her awesome globes but a good portion of the actual breast.

The young man was spellbound as his gaze ran from the firm, delicious, tanned skin teasing him beyond belief, past the silver belly button chain and down to the flat of her stomach where very low cut jeans exposed the area of her groin that really should have revealed the trim edges of her pubic hair had she not shaved it closely. Debbie watched amused and could see exactly what her friend was doing. Poor guy, he stood no chance. What was Natalie planning?

"Thank you."

"N... no... problem," the young man stuttered as not just one but two stunning girls brushed passed him to their seats. Normally he would have liked more space on the flight but this was one occasion where cozy was good.

"Hi, my name is Natalie. What's yours?" He almost wished she wouldn't speak to him and leave him to dream his own fantasies, but that, clearly, wasn't going to happen.

"Erm, hi, I'm Greg."

"Hi Greg," she held out her hand. He took it and felt the thrill of their fingers touching.

"Are you going home or on holiday?" she asked, although it was clear that the guy was English.

"Oh, holiday, walking round Lake Bled, on my own, for a few days."

"Well Bled is a very nice place. It is my home."

Natalie eyed him up and down. He certainly stood up to her test, well visually at least.

"What are you doing?" asked Debbie in a whisper.

"I am going to give him the flight of his dreams," replied Natalie equally as quietly and with a mischievous grin.

Once all passengers were strapped into their seats the take off process began. Debbie took out her magazine and began to browse as the air stewards started their safety procedures speech. Natalie turned to Greg.

"I don't like take off. Can I hold your hand?"

He looked at her.

"Please?"

Why he was hesitating he did not know. He could only put it down to the overpowering beauty of the girl next to him.

"Y..yes, of course," he finally managed to say.

The engines started and, after a few minutes of taxiing, the aircraft began its powerful, speed filled journey along the runway.

Natalie inhaled sharply and gripped Greg's fingers tight. Debbie just smiled. The Slovenian stunner made sure that she moved her fingers under his and maximized the sensitivity of their touching. She could see the beginnings of a hardening around his button fly and knew that she had every chance of achieving her goal.

Soon they were air bound and cruising. The fasten seat belt sign came off.

Natalie turned to Greg. 

"Thank you Greg," she purred. He just nodded too tongue tied to answer.

Natalie looked down at her lap demurely. Then, with a sudden movement of her head, she turned towards him and said,

"Would you like to touch my breasts?"

Greg turned equally as suddenly.

"W..w..what!"

"My breasts, would you like to touch them?"

He knew not what to say and instead just stared open mouthed. 

"Give me ten pounds and you can."

He simply looked straight ahead wanting desperately to say yes but not having anything like the nerve to do so. Natalie smiled to herself and started to casually touch with the very tips of her fingers the easily accessible underside of her firm breasts. The hardening around Greg's groin strained more and more.

Natalie looked up at him.

"Just ten little pounds is all I want?" She pouted as she spoke. This time he nodded. 

"Good, and thank you because my tits are just aching to be fondled."

Greg was already turned on and would have mauled her there and then, especially after her last statement. But even Natalie had some awareness of the need for discretion due to what she was doing. 

"Come on swap places with my friend."

Greg, shaking a little, stepped out into the aisle whilst Debbie, who passed a knowing smile and a shake of the head to her friend, and Natalie followed him out of their seats. A little rearranging later and they were all seated back down with Greg nearest the window, Natalie in the middle and Debbie in the aisle seat.

The expectant male turned to the girl of his dreams and was clearly ready to fulfill his task. Anticipating that she was about to be groped Natalie spoke.

"Ok Greg here is what we do." Her broken English only served to inflame his desire. "I will put the blanket over me so that my breasts are covered. You will then rest your head on my shoulder and put your hand under the blanket as if we are already friends and you are resting. You can then have one full minute touching me. Is that ok?"

Greg nodded, almost speechless with lust.

"But first," she held out her hand, "ten pounds please."

Greg reached into his pocket and pulled out a note. Debbie glanced across aware of everything Natalie was doing.

"I hope you aren't going to make me pay later," the English girl whispered. Natalie smiled and lent across to kiss Debbie lightly on the lips. It was answer enough. Greg saw the girl's lips meet and his erection took up another notch on the tension scale. He could not believe what was happening to him.

Natalie picked up her blanket and tore open the polythene cover. Greg watched taking the opportunity to study the girl he was about to touch. He took in her long blond hair, tied back in a simple but very effective pony tail; he watched her beautiful, alert blue eyes and marveled at her full, red, wet lips, slightly open in anticipation of what was about happen. Natalie stuffed the ten pound note into her purse and placed the blanket over the top half of her body. Shifting down in her seat to make access easier for the excited Greg – she was ready.

His hands reached tentatively out, under the cover and up to her breasts. Natalie shifted slightly in her seat as his hands caressed her lightly along the firm sides and then underneath cupping the aching flesh. The Slovenian beauty sighed. Greg was becoming a little more adventurous as his thumb moved inside to tease the sensitive nub of her erect nipple. She sensed, as his touching became more insistent, more confident, that she might be letting him go too far. Yet she didn't stop him as she felt his hand move higher, gliding over her breasts to gently massage her nipple with his palm. He was better at this that she had anticipated and, as her engorged teat hardened more than she thought possible, Natalie moaned softly with pleasure. 

The two of them remained as they were for some time whilst he continued to explore the softness of her breasts. Then she felt his hand slide down her body and onto her thigh, creeping down to her crotch, and she realised what was happening. 

"Hey, stop. That will cost you more. Fifty pounds and you can touch me through my jeans. Your minute is up." She sat up abruptly and Greg took his hand away muttering his apologies.

Natalie was more flustered than she had predicted and took a moment to compose herself. Once settled she leaned her face towards Greg.

"Did you enjoy that?" her lips were almost touching his. Greg felt lightheaded as the aroma of her perfume played with his nostrils. He moved to kiss her but she tore her head away from him.

"A kiss is personal and will be one hundred pounds lover boy."

"A hundred quid!" he exclaimed.

"Hey, it is up to you," she said somewhat coldly, then, warming a little "why don't you give me another twenty pounds and spend two minutes warming my tits up again. I swear that you almost make me come last time."

"Uh, o..okay," the hapless Greg spluttered reaching a twenty pound note to his gorgeous plaything.

Again she slipped the money into her purse as once more he reached under the blanket. Natalie settled back down into her seat and closed her eyes waiting for his touch.

Moving freely under the blanket Greg trailed a finger up between the valley of Natalie's breasts, the tip circling, but not touching each of her nipples. 

Natalie arched her body in order to meet the young man's adventurous hand. He gave one of her nipples a quick pinch sending a shiver of pure desire shooting from the tip of her erect bud down to the pit of her stomach. Despite her intention to stay in control Natalie moaned. Greg smiled.

"Enjoying yourself?" he quizzed with uncharacteristic confidence. 

"Oh, please, keep touching me." 

Greg's hands cupped the Slovenian girl's breasts and groped them thoroughly demonstrating little decorum. None the less Natalie reveled in the rough handling she was receiving. Greg enjoyed the fullness of her smooth globes before his fingers once again sought out the, now very, erect nipples. He smiled as Natalie softly whimpered.

Feeling confident Greg used his nimble fingers to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it ever so lightly. Natalie almost bucked before quickly pushing his arm away, momentarily shifting the blanket and revealing her superbly naked breasts to the cool air of the cabin. Fortunately no one else was looking and she was able to quickly replace her bunched top thus re-acquiring her modesty.




Taken Ch. 01-03



"Your time is up," she purred still aroused from the somewhat expert fondling she had just received. Natalie saw that Greg was as hard as ever and she moved her mouth to his face.

"Do you want more Greg? Do you want to kiss me?" Her mouth was brushing his ear and she blew lightly moving her mouth around his face and across to his lips. She all but kissed him before re uttering, 

"Well, do you?"

"Oh yes," he groaned moving his own mouth towards the gorgeous creature next to him.

"One hundred pounds please," she reminded, "but take out your money without moving your face. I want to keep your mouth near to me."

He was beyond redemption now and he would have done anything she asked. Five crisp twenty pound notes were pushed blindly into Natalie's hand.

"Thank you," she whispered as her lips bore down onto his handsome face. Natalie began to kiss the young man's cheek before moving round to his mouth and claiming his lips with her own. She started off gently, kissing him lightly but soon she deepened the kiss, flicking her tongue over Greg's lips, toying with the entrance to his mouth. 

Greg moaned and opened himself to the Eastern European girl, letting the blonde's tongue slide in and explore his mouth thoroughly. He could feel his head spinning; the sensations rippling through him were indescribable, blowing him away. He let himself enjoy the experience for a moment, but soon his body began to respond more urgently, telling him he needed more than just these wonderful kisses. Growling deep into her throat, Greg pushed Natalie away and stared at her, panting heavily.

"Touch me please," he groaned almost desperately.

"Fifty pounds and I touch you through your jeans. For one hundred pounds I will rub you in the flesh." 

Despite her gorgeous accent Natalie left Greg in no doubt as to what she was offering.

"This is my holiday money I am spending," he complained.

"So, you are spending it well."

"Shit." He moaned, and, despite his better judgement he handed over another fifty pounds to the manipulative beauty. Natalie moved the blanket onto Greg's lap. Debbie glanced up from her magazine feeling more than a little hot after watching her friend's erotic antics.

Natalie stared at Greg locking her large sexy eyes onto his. Without taking her gaze off him, she felt for his crotch, roamed lightly over his buttons and stroked his bursting erection through the thin denim of his jeans. 

"Fuckkkkk!" he groaned.

Gently she began to run her fingers along the length of him, feeling and groping his huge hard on. Still maintaining constant eye contact she saw him swallow hard as the feelings of rampant lust were clearly getting the better of the young man. Natalie continued to work her hand slowly up and down his denim covered shaft. 

Her free hand rummaged up and into her clothes towards her breasts and for a moment she touched herself, while continuing to manipulate his cock, until she remembered where they were and, for the sake of decorum, stopped suddenly. 

Slowly, up and down, she slid her palm over his hard on making him shiver uncontrollably. He raised his head and their eyes met knowingly. Natalie smiled and conducted several swift sweeps along his rigid length. Greg groaned deeply and tensed his body as her thumb rubbed lightly across the top of his twitching, sensitive cock-head. He desperately wanted her to move into his jeans, touch him, feel him. His penis throbbed out a delighted response and the blonde beauty gripped him even harder. Throughout, Natalie sighed and moaned her own pleasure as his obvious excitement increased. Greg was extremely frustrated that Natalie could not get near to his flesh.

"Touch me for real, "he begged, "You have to make me come."

Natalie smiled.

"I said that would be one hundred pounds but I include a free kiss."

He groaned. Part of him felt as though he was being pleasurably extorted whilst another part of him knew that he was lost to her ministrations. He would have nothing left to buy his Slovenian tolars with. 

Another five twenty pound notes found their way into Natalie's purse as she worked hard under the cover of the blanket to free his bursting shaft from its buttoned imprisonment. 

Then she was in. His cock was free. She squealed in blissful excitement. He moaned out loud – almost too loud.

Her hand loosely clasped him and his fingers moved to stroke her gorgeous face.

"Please, finish me off."

"But what will you do about me? I need to come as well you know."

"So let me make you ...ohhhhhhh... come too."

She increased the pressure of her hold on him.

"No way, not unless you pay me one hundred and fifty pounds more."

"What...but you said..."

"I know what I said, but I could pleasure myself easily enough!"

"Oh ...you....c.....ohhhhhh."

Her fingertips teased his scrotum as she reached deep inside his boxer shorts. His cock twitched in excited little jerks and she could sense him building towards his climax. Natalie's delicate hand gripped his pulsing shaft as her fingers closed around its considerable girth. Her right hand stroked lightly and sensually along his powerful organ as expert fingers kneaded him in a rhythmic exploration of his pure delight.

Natalie's hand slid down to cup his swollen scrotum, as the gorgeous Slovenian babe handled his balls tenderly in her palm. Greg grunted, his thighs twitched in involuntary spasm reacting to her teasing touch. His head slung back; eyes closed and mouth open as he bathed in the sensations washing over him. 

Gradually his muscles began to stiffen and his breathing grew more rapid. Natalie felt his tension rising and quickened her rhythm, her fingers gripping his cock just below the head. She could feel him shudder and knew that he was about to explode. This was the signal for the stunning student to reach down and squeeze the bulge of his testicles. That was it – he was over the edge.

"Fuck me, oh yesssssssssssss!"

"Shhhhh!" reprimanded Natalie with a short giggle, conscious of the fact they were on a packed airplane. Her remonstrations were to absolutely no avail. Greg almost shouted out his relief as, groaning, he shot jet after jet of hot semen onto his stomach and the underside of the blanket. She continued to wank him squeezing every last drop of sticky juice out from his tiring organ. 

Panting, he turned to the beautiful girl.

"Thank you, thank you." He was desperately grateful. She simply smiled and thought of the two hundred and eighty pounds that she had taken from him so far. Expertly, she squeezed his shaft to catch the last dribbles of his sperm in her hand. Staring directly into Greg's eyes she let go of him and moved her spunk covered palm to her mouth.

"You get this for nothing lover," she purred, then, to Greg's utter amazement, she licked her hand clean, leaned in to him and gave him his free kiss. 

He slumped back down into his seat, keen to make sure that the blanket stayed in place thereby retaining his modesty. They sat in silence for a while as his breathing gradually recovered. Debbie glanced at her friend and smiled. Natalie pursed her lips and blew her room mate a kiss. Glancing across at the satiated Greg, Natalie noticed that his eyes were closed and he appeared to be dozing no doubt lost for now in his own world of fantasy. 

The Slovenian babe slipped further down in her seat and attempted to rest for while. However it was not easy as every time she closed her eyes her mind focused on her own still highly sensitized need for sexual relief. Once again she glanced at Greg. Gently she pushed his arm. His lazy eyes opened slowly and he smiled.

"Hi," he whispered looking at the stunning beauty facing him, "am I still dreaming?"

Natalie laughed.

"Fuck me!"

"What? How will I do that?"

"I asked you to fuck me. Will you?"

He could feel his hard on returning and he nodded vigorously. Then he looked more skeptically at this gorgeous source of his sexual amusement.

"How much will that cost me?"

"How much do you have?"

"Erm..." he quickly scanned his wallet, appearing ever more keen not to miss out on this offer, the ultimate crescendo to their antics. 

"One hundred and thirty pounds and then that's it, I'm skint."

"That will do," replied the mercenary Natalie taking his money. "I will leave to go to the toilet in a minute. You give me a minute more and then follow me."

Then she was gone. He was in heaven. He was about to join the mile high club, and with a gorgeous creature like this. Bollocks to the cash! His mind continued to wander around the fantastic possibilities of what sex with this goddess could possibly be like and he failed to notice the food and drinks trolley now parked at the end of his row.

******

Natalie had locked the toilet door behind her and she waited in anticipation for the knock. This had been perfect. Not only had she had a thoroughly good time with a handsome young man, but she had made over four hundred pounds into the bargain. She was reflecting pleasantly on these facts when a somewhat tentative knock sounded. Natalie reached for the lock and then stood back to allow her soon-to-be-lover into the small space.

A dark shadow filled the cubicle far more than Greg would ever have done.

"Who the fuck..." Her question was cut short as a large hand clasped over her mouth muffling her voice.

"I'm here for my fun slut. I am sitting behind you and I over-heard you bringing lover boy off. Then I picked up on your offer of a place in the mile high club. He's stuck behind the trolley dolly and so I'm here in his place. I assume that's ok?"

Natalie felt his other huge hand grip her arm tightly and nodded feigning enthusiasm.

The man's eyebrows lifted. "You are even more beautiful close up sweetheart. And it just so happens that my favourite hobby is pursuing the attentions of pretty girls?" He gave her a brutally sickening smile. "...and in your case a very pretty girl. I am going to release you now but if you cry out I'll beat you so bad that you won't ever be called beautiful again. Understand?"

He raised his hand, and gestured menacingly to make his threats even more clear.

Natalie shrunk away and nodded. He reached out and flipped open the first button of the short sequence of three on her skimpy, cropped top.

"Hey what...?" 

"The only thing I find more entertaining than fucking a gorgeous creature like you ..." the man moved to cup her easily accessible left breast "...Is undressing one."

He tilted his head. "Aren't you a little warm, all buttoned up like that?" He moved his hand again.

The second and third buttons on Natalie's top popped open. 

"No, don't!" her breasts were now accessible from both the underside and the cleavage. "Stop that! You...pervert!"

He tendered a look of surprise and mock hurt. 

"Pervert?" A menacing smile lifted his lips, and a fire of malicious intent gleamed in his dark eyes. "I can show you perversion, if you like." 

He lifted both of his hands. Natalie again shirked away thinking quickly of something to distract him. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"You wanted my breast?" she asked, trying to placate her assailant.

"Yes." 

She scooped her flesh up in one hand, cupping herself, raising the beautiful mound higher for him to see. The dark erect nipple pointed at him, and he fell upon her, wrapping his lips around it, exploring the shape with his tongue. She sighed, and he sucked hard on her until his mouth was full and he could taste the perfumed sweetness of her skin. 

A constant flat line of lust began to settle over him, and he lavished his tongue upon her, twirling around the base of her nipple, flicking over the top of it, massaging deep into her breast with the steady action of his mouth.

"Kiss me," she commanded him.

Her mouth was as succulent as her breast, yielding quickly before him as he snaked his tongue between her teeth, to probe her succulence and warmth. She pulled him in feeling his hard solid erection against her groin.

Then her hand was on him, squeezing his rigid flesh and provoking it to strain harder against the fabric of his clothes. 

Her fingers were skilled, her touch knowing as she worked her way into his fly and under his shorts. The shock of her hand against his skin made him momentarily light headed, his huge body threatening to release an orgasm before she had even started fully.

Her grip was hard and insistent, sliding the foreskin up over his engorged tip, and then peeling it back to leave him exposed once more. She worked him slowly, building the pressure in his cock and stomach until he thought he might explode. He wanted to be inside the stunning fuck-toy, to force her back against the stark wall of the lavatory, slip aside the delicate thong that no doubt covered her pussy and find his way into the inviting dampness of her sex.

"Do you like that?" she asked him, her tone knowing.

"Yes." 

"Turn around."

He had no idea what she was going to do to him now but whatever it was he wanted more.

Then he was suddenly hit from behind and thrown to the ground. Another telling blow landed squarely on his back as he slumped against the toilet wall, the wind knocked out of him. Natalie grabbed his arm and twisted it up tightly behind his back. Then, despite the apparent slight build of this deceptive seductress, he was yanked to his feet. The cold of a razor sharp steel switch blade dinted his straining neck muscles.

"Ok you perv here's what we do. You fasten yourself up, turn around and go back to your seat. You don't look at me again and you certainly don't attempt to touch me. Ok?"

Silence.

"Ok?" Her tone was now more menacing, demanding an answer.

"Y...y...yes, ok!" he stammered.

"Oh, and this little incident just cost you one hundred pounds. Give."

He reached inside his pocket, without once removing his eyes from hers, and gave her a wad of notes that actually totalled one hundred and eighty pounds.

"Ok now go."

He buttoned himself up and could not get out fast enough. Natalie once more locked the door. There appeared to be no queue which was a relief. She smiled to herself and placed the cash in her own pocket. She was about to return to her seat when there was another knock. This time she was wary. No way did she want a repeat of what had just happened. Reaching down she unlocked the door and peeked out. It was Greg, she sighed with relief.

"Are you okay? Did that other guy try to get in? I'm sorry Natalie I got stuck behind the refreshment trolley."

"It's okay Greg. He just knocked on the door and I told him he would have to wait and so I guess he went away."

Greg stared at the beautiful girl before him. The experience of having her in the seat was fantastic enough but seeing her at her full, slim height was exceptional. She really was stunning.

Pent up lust radiated from her and Greg gulped in awe as he saw her small pink tongue dart out and wet her full pouting lips.

Natalie reached down to his groin and began to trace her fingers around his jean-covered cock, feeling the hardening length grow even more under her touch. 

He groaned. She felt horny with his cock so close, and yet so far away from her own ever moistening pussy. Surrendering to her feelings she reached down to squeeze him - hard.

"I need to be fucked."

Greg laughed. Then watched, mesmerized, as she reached down to her waist.

Natalie raised her hips, slowly undid her fly and slid down her jeans along with her small, silk white panties. She stood before him entirely naked from the undersides of her breasts downwards. Greg stared at the thin line of blond pubic hair. He needed longer to savour her but they were short on time and space. Natalie wanted him to see her masturbate and so she licked her fingertips then slid them down her belly and between her thighs to touch her puffed up, pink pussy lips. 

"I'm so wet, Greg, so very wet, and sooooooo empty." 

To emphasize the point Natalie slipped her middle finger inside the slit, and began to move it slowly so that she wouldn't explode before he was inside her. Greg's eyes seemed to grow as he watched her fingers disappear into her glorious snatch. But the Eastern European girl was so horny that she needed more....

"Oh, Greg, my fingers feel so good. Only a nice hard cock could do me better now." she moaned.

Quickly he whipped out his solid erection and took her in his arms. With frantic desperation he pushed her against the wall, pulled her slim, tanned legs around him and shoved his full length easily inside her. Then he began to fuck her, pulling himself almost out with each thrust, then pausing slightly before thrusting back in as deep as he could go. Since he had already climaxed a short while ago, Greg had no difficulty restraining his own orgasm until he felt Natalie move under him. Her legs tightened around his waist as she cried out.

The Slovenian beauty whimpered and moaned uncontrollably as she closed her eyes focusing all of her thoughts on the piston like thrusts Greg was fucking her with. Then she stopped thinking at all as Greg gave one mighty push and Natalie began to climax hard. With her eyes squeezed tight her whole body shuddered.

"Oh yes I come!" she wailed, but she didn't stop humping her hot pussy against her lover's hard body. Greg kept moving inside her, fucking her as his mouth covered her right breast, his teeth biting gently while his penis worked it's magic.

The spasms came again, this time wrenching her hips away from the wall, as she was consumed by orgasm once more. Natalie could hear her voice echoing off the toilet's bear walls, begging Greg, asking him not to stop. Then he joined her in the world of ecstasy.

"Natalie I love you," he yelled as his back arched and he spurted jet after thick jet of hot sperm into his lover.

"Ohhhhhhh yessssssss!" He hissed as his release came. Both bodies, still entwined, slipped to the ground. It was done. Natalie had come, twice, and Greg had never been so satisfied in his entire life.

He looked at her. She smiled.

"So, that's it then?" he asked, hoping that somehow there would be more.

"It is my lover boy. But here." Picking up her jeans she reached inside the pocket and counted out five twenty pound notes. Greg smiled. She knew that the hulk she had just scared the shit out of had paid her one hundred and eighty pounds, but Greg didn't and he was very, very grateful for the 'refund'. Natalie reached forward and kissed him, softly.

"Thank you Greg." She stood up and replaced her jeans.

"Here take this." She handed her brief white, silk thong to him. He took it quickly and pushed it into his pocket. It would be a valuable memento when, later tonight, he tried to recall his eventful flight to Slovenia. 

******

"Thank you, and bye," said Debbie politely to the stewardess as they disembarked. Natalie followed her down the steps and into the terminal building at Ljubljana airport. Greg was behind them both. He looked weary but very happy. Natalie stopped and turned.

"Thank you Greg. I hope you have a nice time in Slovenia." She moved towards him and planted a short kiss on his cheek.

"Bye, bye." She smiled. He just stared. The girl of his dreams was walking away from him. He was over three hundred pounds worse off. But what memories he would have.

"So here we are Debbie, my home." Both girls turned to each other and smiled.

Chapter 3: The Car Journey

"Najeti moram avto."

Debbie assumed her friend was asking about a hire car given that they were at the Avis rent-a car desk. Minutes later, following a little further discussion, they were pulling their luggage towards a nice looking Audi A3.

"I hope you're going to drive?" laughed Debbie.

"Yes, I will drive," Natalie replied.

The two girls loaded up their bags and drove away. Soon they had left the airport behind and were surrounded by the stunning, open country side of Slovenia. Debbie marveled at how relaxed everything seemed, no queues of traffic, no honking horns and no need for road rage. The single track route stretched on and on.




Taken Ch. 01-03



"I still don't believe what you did to that poor guy," Debbie remarked.

"Poor guy? He loved every minute of it."

"Well, I know, but still, you took over three hundred pounds off him."

"And you can help me spend it my darling." Natalie reached across and stroked Debbie's leg with her right hand.

The English girl sighed and placed her own hand on top of Natalie's. "Do you have any idea how hot you made me, not to mention how jealous. I still don't believe you forced me to watch all the things you let him do to you?"

"You want me to do things to you?"

Debbie felt a little embarrassed at the brazen nature of Natalie's questioning.

"Y...y... yes please."

Without further consideration Natalie swerved into a convenient layby at the road side and screeched to a halt.

Placing the hand brake in a firm on position the Slovenian stunner reached out confidently, and ran a red-painted nail over Debbie's upper lip, tracing the outline of her friend's mouth slowly, seductively.

Her fingernail continued moving over and around the English girl's beautiful face lightly tracing her eyebrows. Debbie closed her eyes, relishing the light caress of her girlfriend's fingers. She was aware of Natalie's shifting body, of her closeness, of her lips suddenly covering her own. She took Natalie's shoulders and pushed her away, just a little. 

Natalie was grinning again, her voice purring. "What?"

"I ...I...don't know. I mean you stopping this suddenly and now we're, well we're...."

"What do you mean, what are we...?" 

Debbie, not really understanding why she had stopped in the first place, changed her position, and pulled Natalie close.

They kissed again, and Debbie's whole day of repressed passion suddenly burst like a flood.

Clothing was pulled free and off, so that both girls could satisfy their desires for each other's body. Natalie was hungry and demanding, it seemed like her mouth was everywhere. Naked, save for her short white T-shirt, Debbie groaned as she was positioned across the passenger seat. Teeth and tongue found sensitive places; a nipple, her stomach, her clitoris. She buried her hands in Natalie's lustrous blonde hair as her pussy was explored thoroughly, deeply.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkk!"

The young English girl cried out as a desperately needed orgasm racked her body, and she buried her mouth into the fabric of the car seat to keep from screaming. Then Natalie's face was back level with Debbie's, the blonde girl's fingers having replaced her tongue. Gently, she pulled Debbie's hand to her mouth and sucked on her fingers. With her hand she kept up an insistent pressure on her friend's clit. 

"Please, Debbie, let it out." Natalie sensed that her friend had more orgasms left in her. 

She did, and the walls of the car echoed with her cries as a second climax overcame the lust filled dark haired beauty. Finally, exhausted, Debbie pulled Natalie close, cradling her. 

"Thank you my darling," she said passionately. Debbie was surprised at why she didn't feel more guilty about betraying Emma, but she felt as if making love with Natalie was the most natural thing in the world to do and so that was just the way it was.

Natalie kissed her lover briefly, and then sat up.

"You are welcome my love. Now get dressed. We must carry on our journey." 

******

They were back on the road for less than five minutes when they spotted a hitch hiker, a young man walking wearily under the burdensome weight of his backpack.

Natalie turned to Debbie. They looked at each other.

"No," said Natalie, "definitely not, not a hitch hiker. You never know he could be a mad man!"

"Mmmmm," reflected Debbie, "he does look very tired. Perhaps we should....."

"No!" said Natalie emphatically.

"We could...." responded Debbie persevering. With that Natalie let out a deep sigh, slowed the Audi down and eased it off the edge of the road about twenty yards in front of the weary looking traveler.

"I never pick up hitchers Debbie!" Natalie sounded a little angry.

"Look, think of it as part of our holiday adventure," replied Debbie.

The back door opened and the man put his head inside. He was handsome and boyish looking about as old as Natalie.

"Would you like a lift?" asked Debbie. Natalie did not turn her head.

"Yes please, that would be great." His backpack landed on the backseat and he climbed in.

Hearing the door close Natalie checked to make sure that there were no other cars and pulled out back onto the road. Then she spoke.

"Where are you going?"

"Towards Bled," he said. He sounded Slovenian but spoke English. "I will go walking."

"I am Slovenian, from Bled." said Natalie in an almost warning-like manner.

"I am also from Slovenia," he replied. 

"I never usually pick up hitch hikers," Natalie continued with her inhospitable tone, "but my friend said we should."

"My lucky day then I think," he laughed softly. "I have been walking for hours and not many cars have passed."

"How far do you need to go?" asked Debbie.

"For about twenty more miles. I am heading for the Lake and I have a small tent in my bag that I will put up to sleep in."

"Oh good, that's where we are going. We have a cottage that belongs to the family of my friend and we will be living there for a few days."

Natalie cast Debbie a cautionary glance. That was too much information for their young male passenger.

"This really is my lucky day then. I mean to find a car that is heading to the same place that I am going. A car that has in it two juicy babes...."

Debbie's stomach churned. That was a very familiar turn of phrase for someone who has only just got into their car.

"Oh shit!" muttered Natalie.

"Like I said this really is my lucky day." Leaning forward he reached through and held the blade of a knife against Debbie's neck.

"What's your name?"

"D...D...Debbie."

"And your friend. What is she called?"

"I am Natalie. Please don't hurt us".

"Just keep driving Natalie."

He caressed Debbie's cheek with the flat of the blade.

"Please let us go. We won't tell anyone." Debbie begged him.

"Oh I don't think so."

"But we picked you up. We were kind to you," said Natalie.

"Big mistake you make then," laughed the man. "By the way my name is Stefan. Look at you both, not even wearing your seat belts. Fasten them up."

They did as he asked aware that they were both now secured in the car. Debbie looked at Natalie her eyes were frantic. 

'Please don't let this happen, not to us' she pleaded silently to herself.

"Okay girls, now look ahead and take the next turning right."

Shit, he was heading somewhere specific. Debbie was beginning to panic as all she could see was rape and very possibly murder waiting for them. Natalie was concentrating on driving the car.

"It is here Natalie, don't miss the turning."

She swung the wheel and turned the Audi right, onto a new road. She drove slowly her hands gripping the wheel until her knuckles were white. Stefan leaned forward again and moved his left arm between the seats. Reaching up he squeezed Debbie's breast over her tight T-shirt. She gasped at his touch and instinctively moved to brush his hand away.

"Hey Debbie, don't annoy me!"

"Why shouldn't I?" she responded through sheer terror. "What's the difference anyway you're going to rape and kill us as soon as you can."

He just smiled and reached back though. This time Debbie did not stop him. He moved under the close fitting fabric of her top and fondled her lacy covered breast. He slipped her bra down in a single, expert move and cupped her soft flesh feeling Debbie's nipple harden almost immediately. 

The English student whimpered softly as a tear dripped down her cheek.

"Please don't," begged Natalie.

"Just you drive," he ordered and pinched Debbie's nipple as if to warn Natalie not to interfere. The dark haired English student yelped and flinched, moving her hand once more to his.

"I told you, do not try to stop me." Again he squeezed her breast "Turn again, left here."

Natalie did as she was told and could see a black van parked up ahead. She knew instinctively that they would be stopping behind the van.

"Stop here." 

She was right. 

The large double doors of the van swung open and out stepped two more men.

"Oh shit, he's going to kidnap us," squealed Debbie. Stefan unclipped the seatbelts and bundled his captives out of the car. All three men circled the hapless girls menacingly, each brandishing a vicious looking blade. The girls knew that they had no chance of escape.

For a few moments the men stared admiring their beautiful captives. Natalie averted her eyes and started to bite her lip. Debbie sensed that she was feeling uneasy and scared and so tried to retain an element of defiance in her own gaze. 

"You," Stefan addressed Natalie, "Sleci se!"

The men laughed, and then the young Slovenian man spoke again.

"I said get undressed!"

The laughs turned to lustful grins.

"I want to watch your face while you take your clothes off. So look at me!" 

All three of the brutes smiled in anticipation.

Natalie hesitated, staring down at the floor. Stefan moved to her and grabbed her blond pony tail forcing her to twist her lovely face to look at him. 

Now she obeyed, hesitantly, but, none the less, she obeyed. Debbie watched horrified at what they were forcing her friend to do. The men gazed, somewhat open mouthed at Natalie as she stripped. Slowly she pulled the cropped top over her head and revealed her superb breasts to the warm Slovenian air.

"Now the rest, you gorgeous slut. Take it all off."

Debbie realised that the two new men were English.

While Natalie removed what little clothing she had on, Stefan reached out and stroked her hair. Debbie could hear her girlfriend whimper a little as she was forced to punch loose the buttons on her jeans before winding them down her long tanned legs. She wore no underwear as she had given her thong to Greg on the plane, and so her neatly trimmed public hair together with her gorgeous, pink, slit labial lips came quickly into view.

All three men drooled when finally Natalie stood stark naked in front of them, feasting their desire filled eyes on the entire length of her beautiful body. The Slovenian girl's face was a mask of pain and humiliation, her gorgeous features twisted in a sad empty way. 

One of the two men from the van approached the naked girl and, taking complete liberty with the young beauty, reached out to give her breasts a squeeze, feeling their rounded shape harden even more under his touch. Natalie whimpered again, but stopped when he raised his hand as if to slap her. His cock was rock hard under the denim of his jeans. 

The same man, large and imposing before the perfectly formed young student, walked around and stood behind her, savouring the sight of Natalie's narrow back, her slim waist and her long smooth legs. Her rear was pert and firm and the man actually wished that she had a pair of expensive lacy panties covering it in part. Debbie heard her friend groan and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. Looking up she saw that he was rubbing his hands over Natalie's bottom.

The man's erection strained against his trousers as he watched Natalie writhing under his touch.

"We must go," said one of the men. 

Returning to the back of the van he reached inside and pulled out several lengths of rope. With military precision Stefan grabbed the still fully clothed Debbie from behind and held his blade to her neck. Debbie screamed.

"Shut up bitch. Do not speak or move."

Naked Natalie looked straight ahead staring wildly with anger filled eyes at the man named Stefan.

"Kneel down." 

Natalie, glancing up at Debbie and seeing her precarious situation, knew that they had her completely under their control now. She knelt as ordered.

The man threw the blonde haired girl a large sponge ball and smiled at his colleagues.

"Gag yourself."

She picked up the ball and looked at it doubtfully.

"Put it in and ensure it stays there! You have a minute or your friend will feel the steel of the blade."

Argument was useless. Natalie paused for only a second then with trembling hands she started to cram the hard sponge shape into her mouth. 

"Come on hurry up and be grateful we haven't pissed in it first!"

The ball was huge and so it was a real struggle getting it between her lips. Finally however it was firmly in place completely filling her mouth. She could taste the acridity of the sponge and she retched.

"Good girl." She was then tossed a strip of black cloth.

"Tie it in place, tight." Natalie reluctantly placed the cloth band between her teeth and pulled it tight. Being aware of how close Debbie was to being cut the Slovenian girl tightened the material until her cheeks bulged and the sponge ball had completely disappeared. Natalie was then given help to tie the knot behind her head and secure the very effective gag.

She looked stunning – naked and partially bound.

Debbie was released much to her relief.

"Now tie her!"

Horror registered in Natalie's beautiful eyes as Stefan moved towards the kneeling girl.

He tied one of the ropes around her waist. The Slovenian stunner shook her head frantically and struggled in an almost obligatory manner but in reality she knew what would happen whether she fought or not. The rope was pulled tight making her flawless skin indent under the pressure.

Natalie was then forced down onto her back as the loose end of the rope was pulled from the back between her legs infiltrating the inner most parts of her ever moistening pussy. Now she really struggled as the rope began to bite.

He rolled her over onto her stomach and, pulling the rope high from under her, passed it around her upper her arms, first one and then the other, and fastened it tight. This tie pulled her shoulders back and thrust her gorgeous breasts out, flattening them firmly against the dusty floor. She wanted to scream but couldn't. Debbie simply watched this horror unfold in rigid silence. 

Stefan was clearly enjoying his work. Having started to fight against the accomplished bondage being performed on her body Natalie's struggles became weaker as she had less and less movement to work with. 

She just lay docile almost as once more the rope was passed back down again from behind and between her legs. It was pulled hard and secured at the front of her body to her wrists. Natalie looked in agony her large eyes pleading silently to merciless men. Her bondage had created the effect of a second piece of rope biting into her pussy hard and she groaned inwardly into the gag. The two parallel cords forced themselves deeply into her, holding her labia apart and rubbing against her exposed clitoris.

The bound babe's hair was grabbed and she was forced to her feet, stumbling as she struggled to hold her initial balance under the roped bondage she was restrained under.

Given that the end of the rope was bound to her wrists Natalie realised very quickly that she could vary the pressure and friction between her legs by moving her hands. Whilst she was determined not to give the men any sort of satisfaction she had to admit to herself that to have such an option was very tempting even in her state.

Stefan stood back to admire his work.

"So Natalie, do you feel good?"

She shook her head frantically. Stefan took her wrists in his hands very aware of the way he had tied his beautiful captive.

"Come on slut give us a show."

He began to move her wrists up and down rubbing the ropes between her pussy lips.

"Get that little hot cunt of yours wet."

Natalie was in quite a state. Her body was covered in perspiration, and her solidly erect nipples were puffed and red.

"Whoaa, look at this."

Stefan reached down to the erect nub exposed form between the tight, biting ropes and flicked Natalie's engorged clitoris causing her to writhe in pain. He continued to move her wrists and the beauty moaned into her gag. He was trying to bring her to orgasm in front of his friends and, to her utmost horror, in front of the watching Debbie. Stefan saw her legs buckle as his colleagues roared him on. Twice she was close to coming but there was not enough friction and so finally he gave up leaving Natalie exhausted and frustrated.

"Come on let's go."

Debbie, still fully clothed, was taken back to their hire car as poor Natalie, nude and bound, was bundled into the back of the van. Moments later the small convoy sped off to its destination.

******

The room was a small chamber of bare stone, the main furniture being a large wooden table in the centre, a smaller table in one corner. In addition to this there was a chair to which Debbie was secured with metal cuffs fastening her ankles and her wrists to the legs and frame of the chair respectively. 

To each corner of the big table a set of manacles was attached, while on the smaller table lay an assortment of coiled ropes and chains. From a number of hooks along one wall an array of cruel equipment dangled menacingly; whips, clips, pincers and electrodes. On the floor below the hooks an old metal box held a collection of wooden and plastic objects which Debbie recognised as phallus-shaped carvings of various shapes and sizes. The nature of the activity carried out in this room was quite obvious and it scared Debbie witless.

Stefan had removed his shirt, for the windowless room was already warm and stuffy. Debbie sat motionless listening to the moans and occasional groans drifting pitifully around the bare room. She stared blankly at the table. Spread-eagled upon it lay Natalie, her lithe, curvaceous figure stretched taut by the iron manacles around her wrists and ankles. She was nude and breathless, her body trembling in terror, her skin glistening with droplets of sweat. Debbie was horrified at how exposed and vulnerable she seemed, especially as Stefan was positioned at the foot of the table giving him an unrestricted view between her splayed legs.

They had been driven down many small back-roads before finally arriving at this...this...this prison! Both girls had been bundled separately out of the vehicles in which they had been transported and thrown unceremoniously to the ground in the courtyard outside the main building. Debbie was free to stand and dust herself down but Natalie seemed very agitated as the ropes frigging her pussy were driving her to complete distraction. However she had quickly been released from her gagged bondage, taken into the large building and refastened to the wooden table in the room where they now both resided awaiting....awaiting what? 

Stefan grinned, running his right hand through Natalie's luxurious, long, blonde hair almost tenderly. She tried to twist her head away from his touch, her face creasing in a grimace of disgust.

"Well?" asked Stefan of his colleagues, "What do you think of our captives?"

"They're fucking beautiful Stef," was the simple, yet obvious, reply.

Turning his attention back to Natalie and grinning with lust, he moved his hand lower and caressed her pubic hair, feeling the soft, thin golden line brush against his fingers. He wormed his forefinger below the hairs to trail it gently along the warm flesh of Natalie's slit, caressing the lips of her vagina and the moist fleshy groove that lay between. To his delight he heard the gorgeous Slovenian student moan softly. 

"Leave me alone, you mad bastards!" she spat.

A tear sprung to Debbie's eye as, despite the adversity of her situation, she heard the continued defiance from her friend.

Stefan moved away from Natalie's prostrate body. He spoke.

"The two of you are here because we need you to do something for us, Debbie."

"What... me... how did you know we were here, in Slovenia...what...?"




Taken Ch. 01-03



"It does not matter how we knew anything. The only thing that you need to know is that you had better do what we want or else Natalie, your friend, will be raped and beaten until she is no better than a gutter whore."

"Anything," pandered Debbie, "I will do anything. Just tell me what it is."

"Later my dear," patronised Stefan. For now Natalie will be taken to our special cell where she will be flogged."

"Nooooooo!" yelled the bound beauty from the table.

"Please no," begged Debbie in a more measured tone.

But Natalie was already was being unfastened from her restraints in order to be taken away from Debbie and to the place of torture referred to by Stefan. She fought hard to avoid what was clearly the inevitable.

"Please don't", begged Debbie one final time.

"Noooooo, pleeeease." Both girls yelled to each other in unison as their parting became unavoidable.

"Natalie will be whipped for no reason other than to prove to you, Debbie, that we are capable of causing you great pain should you not do exactly what we ask of you."

"Please, anything, I will do anything. What is it you want?"

"You will find out soon enough but for now we need to let Natalie taste the lash of the whip."

With that Natalie was manhandled out of the room as her girlfriend shouted out pitiful pleas begging for her to be shown mercy.

Without a chance to catch her breath Natalie was taken out of the cell and shoved naked into another large room. The door was slammed shut behind her. 

This room was nothing like the sparse chamber that she had just been in; it was well furnished and had a huge window with a panoramic display of the wooded countryside outside.

A large male figure blocked out some of the light. His back was visible to Natalie until slowly he turned. A wide smile lit up his handsome, yet hard, features.

"Natalie my darling." He spoke warmly.

Natalie bounded over to the man and, throwing her naked body around him, she whispered,

"Michael, I missed you so much!"

******

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. 

Chapter 4 will be published in the near future. Feedback is very much appreciated and don't forget to vote. Regards, Sfor.



Taken Ch. 01



The night we met for dinner it was Wednesday and it was the first warm spring day. I had on a light yellow flower sundress. And my hair was up in a clip showing off my neck. My breasts were hugged nicely by this dress. Small enough in the right places. We had been on a few dates over the past month and I was truly interested in you and wanted to take this a step further. You had ordered wine, knowing full well what it does to me. I excuse myself to the ladies' room and re-apply my makeup. Made sure my hair was fixed just right and checked my teeth before returning to the table.

"I poured you a fresh glass."

"You know what this wine does to me, Dale. It goes straight to my head." You smirk at me across the table.

"Well dear, I'm joining in on the fun. Besides I'll have you home and in bed early tonight I promise." 

"Promise?" I touch your hand from across the table and you grab my hand and kiss it softly.

We finish off our drinks and then the handsome young waiter comes over to the table. You thank him by name and we stand up and I feel a little light headed. You chuckle and place your arm around my waist your hand just below my breast. Your thumb brushes against it and you kiss my neck as we leave the restaurant for the valet area. 

"Number 309. Black Caddie." You hand the ticket over and the attendant notices me.

"Have a seat over there, Sir. You're wife looks like she's ready to pass out." You chuckle with me as we walk to the bench.

"Husband and wife? Could you imagine?" We sit down and I lay my head on your shoulder and feel your hand between my naked thighs.

"I've never had this effect from wine before. I don't know why it's hitting me so hard."

"Maybe it was a better year of wine than you're used to having from the other cheap dates you've had." I was tipsy but easily offended at that comment. Before I could say anything the attendant comes back and helps me off the bench and into the car. He even goes the extra step to buckle me into my seat. His hand slides across my breast and he cupped my right breast and pinched my nipple. I gasped and look at you waiting for you to say something to this man who just groped me.

"Mike, you can play with her later. I call you when you're ready. You're jeopardizing everything." The attendant gives you a hard stare and shuts the door. You speed off placing a hand on my left thigh. Your fingers dip between my thighs. "Open you legs for me, April. I want to feel your warmth."

"Dale, what was that back there? Why did you let him touch me and not stop him? What did you mean by 'You can play with her later'?" You take your hand away from my leg and place it back on the steering wheel.

"April, it wasn't the wine why you're feeling so light headed. Yes. I did spend more on that bottle of wine than any of the other losers you've spread your legs for in the past. Yet here you are with me and you can't even let me feel your cunt." My mouth dropped open in shock. You turned into someone else. I have never seen this side of you before. "I slipped something into your drink. I can see you're trying to comprehend all of this, but it's better if you just accept it. Remember the waiter? His name was Jorge. You'll be enjoying him as well as the attendant later. There's also other people involved in this. You'll meet them later, darling. When you can remember it all." I feel my seat recline and you slide my dress up to see my lace panties. "Enjoy your nap. You'll be needing your rest."

I feel your hands run up my thigh and I feel your fingers on my cunt. Rubbing it through the outside of my panties. Then I feel you grabbing the one side of my panties and you tear the side off. Ripping my panties off of me leaving my pussy open to the breeze coming in through the window. I notice we're at a red light as I watch you crumble my panties with the crotch part facing out.

"Seems like you were getting quite wet at the restaurant, April. Was it for me or Jorge? Doesn't matter anyway. We'll tend to every one of your desires and ours. Mainly ours." You lean over and kiss my neck. "Open your mouth." I clench my mouth shut and you take your other hand off the steering wheel. You pinch my nipple hard and repeat yourself. "Open your damn mouth. Before I make you." I clench harder figuring at least if you pull over I can try to get out. The light turns green and the cars behind us begin to honk loudly blaring on their horns. 

"You little slut. If I have to get out of this car and place it in your mouth you will regret it later." I stare out my passenger window as you turn onto a residential street and put the car into park. We've parked under a large tree and the street isn't lit very well. I hear you unbuckle your seat belt and you open your car door and walk over to my side. You open the door and kiss my lips. I respond back with a kiss and you break away noticing the tears in my eyes.

"Why are you doing this to me, Dale? Didn't we have something? I thought we had something,"

"April, open your fucking mouth and take your wet panties into your mouth. I want you to taste how badly you want me. There's no questions that you need answers to at this moment." 

"Dale, what about my life? What about my family? My job?"

"Don't worry, slut. That will all be handled by me. From now on I want you to call me Master. No more of this Dale shit. Understand?" 

"Yes, Dale." You grabbed my nipple and pulled it as far as my breast would go digging your nail in the entire time. I begin to cry and sob as your nail digs deeper than I thought possible.

"How are you to refer to me?"

"I'm sorry, Master. It will not happen again."

"It better not, slut. Now open your mouth." I swallow hard and open my mouth and taste my wetness on my panties. 

You get back into the car and we drive in silence the entire way back to your house.

Your house is on 5 acres in the far northwest suburbs and I have tears streaming down my face as we take the streets to your house which makes it an hour drive. I have a million thoughts I want answers for and need answers for. I'm terrified of what might happen to me. All the trust I had in you and the love I was feeling to grow is all gone. Now I'm just terrified of the inevitable and what you will do to me. 

During the entire drive your hand laid on my naked thigh. Briefly your fingertips brushed against my cunt. I had fallen asleep some time during the drive and between my tears. I'm in a deep sleep yet I hear your garage door open and I hear the doors opening and shutting.

When I begin to stir from my long sleep my jaw hurts and I feel terribly chilly. I try to move my arms and find that I can't. My legs I can not move either. I begin to scream as much as I can and I return to my sobbing from when I fell asleep last night in your car. I continue to tug at the ties that hold my arms away from my body tightly. My eyes glance down and I see I'm completely naked. As I try to move across the room I hear the tone of a phone begin to dial and then I hear your voice.

"She's starting to stir. Get Laura and Dawn and get your asses here as well. We want to do this the right way. Tell the girls she needs a shaving and some piercings will be needed. Possibly even a branding." I hear you hang up and then you walk over to me. You smile as you look down at me. Your hand grabs my left breast hard and you don't let go until I cry. "slut, if I remove your panties will you cry and give me a hard time?" I shake my head no and you remove it and then kiss my lips.

"What time is it, Dale?" You shake your head and walk over to the wall behind me. I hear you remove something and then before I know it I'm hit with a whip.

"I am your Master. You are to refer to me as Master. Understand?"

"Yes, Master." You hit me again with the whip and it touches my cunt and I scream. Your hand rubs the spot that the whip licked against my skin.

"I've been waiting for this moment with you for so long, April. Everyone will be here shortly and you're going to be ours. I will be your Master since I brought you to them to enjoy. But you will be all of ours to use." You sat down next to me on the bench and played with my right nipple as you spoke. "You asked me a few questions last night. About your family...about your job." You clear your throat and continue to talk. "Your family is on vacation for the next week. You said so at dinner. Your job – well you will be in good hands. Don't worry about your job."

"But Master, what about the mail and tending to the house?" 

"Don't worry slut. All in due time. All of your questions will be answered shortly. I'll give you some alone time. I wish you could've fought me more. Possibly you will be a challenge in training." You bend over and kiss my lips before shutting the door behind you as you leave me alone in the large cold dark room.



Taken Ch. 01



Georgia pulled her Mercedes out of the gas station in Albuquerque back onto interstate 40 heading east. It was a long drive ahead to Chicago. She hated traveling alone, that was for sure, but the move to the office back east made it necessary. It was either drive there or sell her Mercedes and buy another and that appealed to her even less. The sun was setting behind her as she descended on the far side of the mountain. She wanted to make it at least as far as Amarillo before she grabbed a motel room. This stretch of road was pretty deserted except for a few towns that were widely spaced apart and the road was all pretty much up and down but the powerful engine of her car just purred during the climbs.

Georgia, a 29-year-old blonde hair, blue-eyed beauty, had just left her boyfriend to take the job in Chicago. He had been so crass in telling her she didn't need the promotion, and that she should stay with him, underpaid and unappreciated. She made enough money to support them both and it would have been easy for him to find a Job in the windy city. Why couldn't he understand? She needed this challenge, and the extra fifteen grand a year would not hurt either.

Traffic was sporadic on the interstate as she drove on in the night. The darkness only penetrated by her headlights and those of the traffic going west. There was nothing out hardly as she drove. That was when she noticed a woman in a short dark colored dress running in her bare feet along the road. Georgia didn't know why but she pulled off onto the shoulder and honked at the lady. The lady stopped and looked at her for just a second and walked back to the car. She was like a frightened rabbit unsure of whether or not to accept the ride Georgia was offering. Georgia unlocked the door as the lady reached the car and opened the door. 

The lady appeared somewhat disheveled, she looked to be about 5'6" and had long red hair that was done up in a big fluffy hair style, manicured and painted nails, and had on a glittery navy colored mini dress and dark hose with a bunch of runs in them. She put her shoes on as she got into the car, 4- inch heeled navy patent leather pumps that appeared badly scarred up. She sat and closed the door, breathing very hard. Sweat had marred the make-up on her face. Her mascara was streaked down her cheeks and she could see the sweat had washed out her foundation.

I asked, "are you ok dear," as I pulled back onto the interstate. "By the way my name is Georgia."

The girl turned to me. I could see that she was frightened, but she was still trying to catch her breath. I started to pull out my cell phone to call 911.

When she saw this, she waved her hands at me frantically and said, "please don't call the police you can let me out here if you need to just don't call the police."

She was near to breaking down. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. I closed the phone and kept on driving but kept the phone ready in my left hand. I was starting to get a little frightened, at this point. Her breathing, which had been coming in gulps, was starting to come at a more relaxed pace. She seemed to regain some composure and she turned and looked over at me.

"My name is Sandy and I really want to thank you for picking me up. I haven't broken any laws really I haven't, but I need to get far away from here. I don't know what I should tell you, but my life depends on getting as far away from here as I can," she sobbed.

"Why don't you want me to call the police dear, you look so frightened to me? Surely they can help you if your in fear of your life dear."

"I just don't know whom I can trust Geogia. I have been through so much in the last two years. I just can't seem to be able to trust anyone. I don't know why I came to your car I was just so tired of running my feet are killing me. I am so scared and I am tired of being scared," she said.

I could see from her face a glint of truth to what she was saying to me. I reached behind the seat she was sitting in and opened a small ice chest and grabbed a couple of diet drinks. I handed her one saying, "you look like you could use something to drink," and opened one for myself. She started to gulp the drink down and choked on it.

"Not so fast dear, drink it slowly or you will throw it up girl," I said, "there are some wet wipes in the glove compartment so you can clean up your face also."

She opened up the glove compartment and found them. She then pulled the visor down and the lighted mirror came on and she started to clean her face till she looked somewhat presentable. She finished her drink and I could see some tears still running from her eyes, but not as heavily.

"Two years ago I started college in Massachusetts. I had graduated from high school in Albany, New York, where my mom Glenda lives. I was looking forward to college, my first time away from home. I went to a big party off campus and I guess I got pretty drunk. I don't know things were in a haze really. I never figured anything could happen to me. I woke up and was bound hand and foot, and a gag in my mouth. I realized at that point that I had been kidnaped," she told me tearfully. "A lot has happened to me since then it is so hard to think about it."

I listened intently to her as she told me her story. "Poor girl," was all I could think. I did not know what to say. Something in the way she spoke showed me she was telling the truth. I reached out with my right hand and held her left hand for comfort. She clasped my hand in both of hers tightly and continued.

"You see Sandy sitting here before you but that is not who I have always been. My real name is Robert. The people who kidnaped me made me into what you see. When I woke up, some people came and looked at me. Some of them were doctors. I was stripped of clothes collared and chained to the wall by a 20-foot chain. Someone who looked like a lady nurse came in and took blood and gave me shots and other medication. Some guy came in and looked at me naked and looked closely at my face and chest. I was given little food and my weight dropped fast. They brought exercise equipment to my room and made me exercise. I had to endure many sessions of electrolysis on my body. The only hair I can grow is my hair and brows now. I had about six surgeries on my face, breasts, waist, throat, and hips, along with a hormone regime. They were careful to see that I am still functional as a guy somewhat." 

They primped me and dressed me, taught me how to do make-up and hair. I was trained to become submissive to others. They taught me to keep house as a maid and manage a household. I was taught cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, and other menial labor. They taught me sex and how to please men and women. I was beaten and shocked, isolated and broken.

I was told that there were many people who belonged to an organization and that I would never be free again. They told me that they had people in high places and that the police would be no help to me but would return me to their control, and that if I escaped they would kill me when they got me back. They prettied me up and put me on an auction block with about ten other slaves, I guess that is what best describe my condition, and sold to a twisted gentleman for 300 grand and brought here blindfolded. I escaped. I guess two days ago. You are the first person I have run into. I moved by night and hid out during the day. I don't even know where I am now."

I was in shock myself at this point, but believed everything she told me. I reached in my purse where I had some cheese crackers and handed them to her. I still thought of Sandy as a girl. It was easier given her appearance. Sandy devoured the crackers in a heart beat and I let her finish my drink. I saw a burger barn up ahead and told Sandy, I was going to get some burgers and that I believed her. 

We stopped at a gas station first and told and while we the Mercedes was being filled with gas we both went to the restroom. I handed Sandy a bra, panties, a t shirt, shorts and a pair of nikes, which to my surprise seemed to fit, all be it, a little tight. I confirmed her story that she had tits, a cock and balls as she dressed. It was then I saw all the scratches and cuts on her legs and her poor feet. I had her clean up as well as she could and to throw away her old clothes. I told her to wait in the car, while I went in to buy some ointment and band-Aids and peroxide. I handed these to her. At the burger barn I ordered four burgers, two fries and two drinks. 

I ate one burger and fry while Sandy demolished three burgers and a fry while we drove. When she finished eating, I had her clean her legs and feet with the peroxide and ointment. Her feet were bad but they cleaned up well. She slaved on the ointment on her feet thick and put on the socks. I noticed that Sandy did whatever I told her to do without question. I told her to lean the back of her seat down and get some rest and she did.

I passed through Texas and into Oklahoma near Oklahoma city before I got too tired to drive. Sandy was still asleep. I found a no-tell motel paid cash and got us a room. I woke Sandy and had her get up and we went into our room it was a single but I didn't mind. I got a couple of cases from the trunk and we went in our room. I told her to undress and head to bathroom and take a bath. I tossed her some bubble bath from my luggage. I stripped down to my bra and panties and went to check on her. I got her to wash her hair and then I inspected her feet. Her feet were cut up but not as badly as they had first appeared. I helped her to dry off and wrapped her hair in a towel. She sat on the bed and I put ointment on her feet. I had laid out two panties and two nighties. She put one set on. I took care of my bath, dressed, and collapsed in bed beside her.

I woke to a marvelous feeling as my feet and legs were being massaged. Checking my watch I realized that I had been asleep for ten hours. I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom as I realized my bladder was about to burst. In the bathroom I saw my undies hanging up in the shower drying, in fact they were just about dry. I did not remember washing them and realized that Sandy had done them. I finished up my business and left the bathroom. 

Sandy was sitting on the bed, but stood when I came in the room and looked down at the floor. She was dressed in the shorts and T-shirt I had given to her. She had found my brush and brushed her hair in a feminine style. I had her sit and checked her feet. They looked better but I knew it would be a while before they healed completely. I had her put some socks and my nikes on.

I got my brush and started on my hair. Sandy asked if she could do my hair and I consented to her request. I always liked it when someone did my hair, guys just don't realize what it feels like when someone pampers them. She finished and got my make-up and did my face. I checked myself in the mirror and was impressed with her work. I surprised myself, when I threw my arms around her neck and gave her a long, passionate kiss. When I came out of the bathroom, she had some clothes laid out for me and asked if I needed assistance. I don't know why but I told her that I would like it. She helped me out of my nightie and into my bra and another t shirt and shorts. She then helped me with my flats. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her shoulder and we talked girl to girl.

"Sandy, you are not my slave, but I want to thank you for your help. I am headed to Chicago. I need to be there in three weeks, and if you like you may join me. Maybe we can figure out how to get some you help and get you home, while we travel. I have come to like you and would be glad to have your company," I told her. "Maybe you might feel better when we get farther away from where I found you. Do you prefer to be called Sandy, because you sure don't look like a Robert?"

"Sandy is ok with me I have come to like it. The one good thing about all that has happened to me is that I like the way I look and feel as Sandy. They did me a favor and didn't realize it. I didn't like being hurt and made a slave. I longed to be free and not be afraid all the time. That is the worst thing they did to me making me afraid. I would like very much to be able to go with you to Chicago, if you don't mind. I would like to call my mom, if I can some time. I want to let her know I am ok, but I don't want to let her know where I am or what has happened to me yet. I want to make sure it is safe first and that you don't get caught up in my trouble. I have grown to like you, Georgia. I don't want you hurt." She hugged me and had a good cry on my shoulder. 

Sandy was brining out emotions in me that I never felt before. I knew she was a guy but I liked thinking of her as a girl. On top of that, I was beginning to have sexual thoughts about Sandy, and that really blew my mind. Did that make me a lez, Or was this beyond anything that could be labeled? All I knew was that this felt so right.

I dried her face and looked into her dreamy eyes and said, "we are going to get along fine, girlfriend. Let's get something to eat."

Sandy gave me a smile that could melt steel and told me that, that sounded like a great idea. We went to the car and drove to a diner and had breakfast at diner time. I could not believe how much food that girl put down. She really seemed to enjoy herself she smiled and talked and giggled.

After dinner we stopped at a Wal-mart and picked up some things for her that were her own. I had her select six bras, a dozen panties, a purse and clutch, some T shirts and shorts, blouses, skirts, a couple of dresses, jeans, a jacket, shoes heels, athletic and leisure, nighties, robes one satin, one silk, socks, pantyhose, some jewelry and accessories, a set of luggage, and whatever makeup, hair care, and hygiene products she needed. She was like a kid in a candy store, all I could say was, she sure shopped like a girl. We picked up some drinks and munchies for on the road. She was worried when she saw the cost but I assured her that it was ok. I also got a roll of quarters and a roll of nickels from the cashier.

We returned to our room and Sandy changed into some of her things and sorted out the things she had bought packing them neatly in her bags. Put some cosmetics in her purse and the rest of it in the makeup bag that came with the luggage. I packed up my stuff in my bags. We checked out of the room and before we hit the road I stopped next to a pay phone and handed her the quarters and nickels. I started to stay in the car but Sandy wanted me next to her. She dialed the phone and waited as it rang. She held my hand like a little girl holds her mother hand in a strange place. The phone rang about four times and was answered by a female voice.

"Mom is that you, I know my voice is different, but this is Robert. I am so sorry Mom. Are you ok? I can't come home yet but I will Mom. No, I can't go into what happened to me Mom but I will, I promise you Mom. I miss you so much Mom. I can't talk long Mom, but I think things are going to be ok. I think I am safe now Mom at least right now Mom. I love you Mom don't tell anyone I called Mom. I will call you again when I can Mom. I love you so much Mom. It is so good to hear your voice again, bye Mom. Love you bye."

Sandy's make-up was again in a mess as tears fell from her face. I handed her a tissue and she cleaned her face. I reached out and hugged her closely. She reached around me and pulled me to her and she cried on my shoulder for a few minutes. Sandy kissed me on the lips and said, "Thank you."

We then jumped in my car and headed toward Tulsa. I told Sandy that we would stop in St. Louis next. Sandy was quiet for an hour while I drove. Then I noticed a change in her. She just perked up. We talked like sisters for a while. She told me about her family and her Mom. Her eyes sparkled and her features softened. She talked about her high school and her friends. I then asked her to think about the last things she remembered before she was taken.

"Georgia I don't remember that much, a guy I met in one of my classes told me about a kegger that he heard about off campus. I can't even remember where it was. All I can remember is being handed drink after drink by someone there, and then wham nothing."

"Sounds like they drugged you girl. I think someone picked you out ahead of time and saw that you would make a pretty girl and trapped you. Try to remember who was the guy who told you about the kegger."

"It was Jim or James but I can't remember his last name. He was in one of my classes. I don't remember seeing him too much at the party but he took me there. I don't know who was passing me beer. After that I don't know where I was or where all I have been till you found me."

"How far did you travel before I found you?"

"Not more than ten or fifteen miles it was rugged country I crossed a few roads two or three at most before I came up to the interstate. It was hard to run in that dress and those shoes were impossible."

"How did you get away from this guy? Why those clothes? Which side of the interstate did you approach from?"

"The guy went to work each day and would lay out the clothes he wanted me in when he got home. The rest of the clothes were always locked away. I couldn't get to any other clothes. I have been working on one window, and they all had burglar bars and all the doors had double cylinder locks on them but I was able to get one of the burglar bars bent enough to slip out. I guess I went north from the house and not in a straight line either. That is rugged country." 

We pulled into St. Louis and I risked getting a nice motel. It was early in the morning so we went to a mall. I was tired but there was some shopping I wanted to do. We stopped and I bought a prepaid cell phone with lots of minutes on it, in a bogus name. Next we went to a library in St. Louis and I set up several E-mail accounts under bogus names and typed an email with the facts that as we could best figure them out and put them in a draft box for now. Sandy seemed to trust me. We then went out to eat and returned to our room.

I caught a shower first and put on a silk robe. Sandy then showered and washed all our undies and hung them up in the bathroom to dry. I checked out her feet which were healing nicely. She then rolled up her hair with her new rollers dressed in jeans and took the rest of our dirty clothes to a washer the motel provided and started them washing, without being asked. She then hung up folded them up and put them away neatly and laid out clothes for both of us tomorrow. Tired we both laid down on the same bed and went to sleep. She snuggled up to me and draped her arm around me.

When I woke, Sandy was already up and dressed. She wore a black suede miniskirt, a forest green button back silk blouse, a pair of tan pantyhose, and black open toe sandals with a 3-inch heel. Her make-up was done and her nails were painted a different color, even her toes. I went to the bathroom and took care of my business, showered, and brushed my teeth. Back in the bedroom my make-up was laid out. I sat in a chair and Sandy did my hair, my make-up and she then helped me to dress. She picked out a blue satin demi- bra, that left my nipples exposed, with matching panties, a short blue satin half-slip, a royal blue tweed miniskirt, a pink cashmere cable knit sweater, off black pantyhose, and black 4-inch patent leather pumps. She added a gold heart locket on a heavy twisted rope gold chain, some large hoop earrings and some bangles on my right arm. I looked in the mirror and just drooled at myself. My nipples were large, erect and very prominent. I just oozed with sexuality and femininity. I was felt so comfortable and glamorous. I thought I could really get use to this. I just had to hug and caress Sandy.




Taken Ch. 01



All characters in this story are 18 and over.

Snatched

I hummed along to the tune of my iPod, my knee hurt from an intense volleyball practice. The sun was out for the first time in almost 2 weeks and I smiled as I felt rays on my face.  I had to occasionally shift the weight of my backpack; I had way too many textbooks.  As I neared the end of the sidewalk an old rusty blue truck suddenly pulled in front of me, mere inches away from hitting me. I felt my heart skip a few beats as I froze, than anger consumed me. I turned and made my way around the truck and confront the driver; who did this jerk think he was pulling a stunt like that?
“What’s the idea asshole?!? “ I yelled.  Suddenly the back canopy with the double doors flew open before I could even make it to the other side of the blue pick-up truck and a large pair of hands shot out, encircling me and pulling me inside with a force so strong both my feet flew right out from under me. My immediate reaction was to scream, but the strangers hand closed over my mouth as he held me against him. Only when I felt the cold blade against my throat did I stop struggling, I relaxed as inhaled deeply through my nose catching the strong scent of sweat and oil. 
“Good girl. Now I am going to restrain you and if you don’t resist me, you won’t get hurt any more than what is necessary.” He promised as the driver hopped out and secured the two back doors before getting back into the cab. The few windows were tinted and it was hard to see much. The man flipped me onto my back and straddled my waist, holding the blade just against my skin. He put most of his weight on his knees, but enough on me that there was no way I could wiggle free. I used the limited light to focus on his face; he had ear length brown hair that was just in his face that it ticked the ridge of his eyebrows. He wore short sleeve Black and white plaid button up shirt, his forearms bulged with proof of some kind of laborious activity. He had broad shoulders and black jeans. To complete his outfit he had on a pair of black cowboy boots.
“Put your wrists together,” he ordered using his size as a form of intimidation. 
“What do you want from me?” I asked softly. The truck bed was biting into my back; my bag was in the far corner, all my papers and books spread out from him tossing it. He had to be almost three times my size, and my mind was going into a slow panic.
“Darlin’, I just told you what I want! Now I suggest you listen.” I noticed a slight accent, sounded southern but I wasn’t sure. Slowly I brought my wrists in front of me, limbs shaking as I tried to remember to breath and think.
“Now I’m gonna set this knife down so that I can tie ya up, don’t reach for it or I’ll be forced to hurt you; and trust me sweetheart, you don’t want that. Do you understand?” he questioned. Even his voice demanded obedience. I nodded. The strange man set the blade down and far out of my reach; not that I was any state of mind to attempt to grab it and escape. He grabbed a piece of rope that had been wound through his belt loops and began winding it around my wrists in a complicated pattern. He did a few knots than picked the knife back up. It was no ordinary pocket knife; it was a large jagged blade, like something you’d take hunting….maybe that’s what he was doing. I shivered at the thought of being any sort of prey to this strange man.
“I am going to get up now, don’t you dare try to run!”
“I am not stupid” I replied shortly. He grabbed my chin hard enough to bruise, forcing my cheeks against my teeth so hard I thought it might draw blood.
“You will watch the way you speak to me. “ I nodded slowly in understanding. He released me and moved to sit beside me. He hit the top a few times and the truck hit reverse quickly it jostled us causing me to almost roll right into him. I scooted as far away as I could get in the limited space.
	“My name is Clyde, the driver there, is my older brother Georgie.”
“What do you want?  My parents can’t offer much in the way of ransom.” Clyde chuckled as he twirled the knife playfully; few rays of light catching the metal just right, making him look all the more frightening.
“I’m not interested in a ransom sweetheart.”
“I…I don’t understand,” I confessed. 
“Oh I think you do. See I’m finally old enough to marry, and I’ve chosen you to be my wife.”
“What? You can’t. I’m too young,” I argued. At the time the reasoning seemed to be enough in my mind to convince him to drop this whole charade.
“If you’re old enough to bleed; you’re old enough to breed. You bleed dontcha?” he asked. My face flamed with embarrassment.
“I don’t even know you. You can’t just kidnap someone and demand that they marry you!”
“Now Skye, that’s enough talking like that.”
“My name is NOT Skye, it is Lindsay,” I replied through gritted teeth.
“I said ENOUGH!” he yelled, slamming his fist against the side of the truck.  I jumped at his sudden outburst and almost wet myself right then and there. He took a deep breath and his behavior mellowed almost as quickly as it escalated.
“As your husband to be, it is my responsibility to give you a new name.”
“I don’t want to marry you,” I replied, keeping my voice barely above a whisper. I didn’t want him to be angry.
	“I’m patient man Skye; you will learn to love me.” I was almost speechless. Was this seriously happening? This was crap you saw on Lifetime, not stuff that happened in real life. Why me? Of all people why me? I wasn’t ugly, but compared to most I was considered almost plain, I had wide hips; my body was still amidst the awkward stages of puberty. My hair was long, straight and a dull brown. My eyes were a soft almost baby blue like the sky on a sunny day. Tears burned beneath my eyes as reality came crashing down. This man was going to take me far away and keep me prisoner with some sick perverted delusion that I was his wife. My stomach rolled and I was pretty sure I was going to passout.
	“Don’t be upset, I will be a good husband, I’ve learned how to properly please a wife.” I shuddered and hugged myself the best I could with rope around my wrists. I had a boyfriend, I had a life, I had plans that involved college, and a purple house with pink picket fence. Not becoming the wife of some delusional weirdo.
“Where are you taking me?” I managed to ask.
“Home eventually; we’ve traveled a long way to find you. I prayed all week for the Lord to find me a good wife, signs pointed me here Skye.”
“What’s so special about me?” I asked. Clyde scooted closer and stroked the side of my face, his callused finger wiping a stray tear away. With him closer I could see his eyes more clearly, they were an intense electric blue, with slight gold near the pupils; I felt almost lost staring into his eyes.
	“You caught my eye and I knew that was a sign from the Lord, I felt it in here that you were destined to be mine.” He motioned to his heart and I had to force myself to hold back the sobs that were so desperately trying to break free.
“You can’t own me, I’m a person, I have rights,” I replied dramatically.
“I have warned you once already Skye; I will not continue to warn you. Mind me or I’ll have to punish you,” he growled. I bit my lip and looked away. I was tempted to throw myself out the back but I wasn’t sure I could make it before Clyde grabbed me and then I worried what he would do if he did catch me. 
“I know it will take time to adjust Skye, but you’ll fit right in, I just know it.” I didn’t want to anger him so I didn’t bother returning any conversation. Clyde went on and began talking about the Farm and all the animals, I stopped listening, I focused on sound of traffic and the few street signs I could see out the back window. But with darkness falling even small amount I could see was fading. When the truck began to slow down my heart raced further. I felt every speed bump as we pulled into a parking lot of a motel. When Georgie turned off the truck and walked around the back, I pressed myself further into the back of the truck.
	“Did you check her for a phone or weapons?” Georgie asked, poking his head into the back. I glanced at an older meaner version of Clyde, except his hair was black, cropped short so that it required little to no care to look good. Georgie had a 5 o’clock shadow and seemed to be glaring at me with his dull blue eyes that were so pale they looked grey.
	“I…no I didn’t,” Clyde admitted. Georgie sighed.
“This is why I am here little brother. Search her; I’ll get us a room.” Clyde turned to me.
	“Touch me and I’ll scream,” I hissed. But that was a mistake; he looked at me, unmoving for several seconds.
	“Scream and I’ll cut your tongue straight from your mouth.” He reached towards me and I kicked his hand away. That angered him and he grabbed my ankle, pulling me closer,scrapping my back along the truck bed and than he slapped me.
“You will not threaten me, you will respect me young lady.” There was no holding back now; tears rolled down my face. I’d never been slapped before. The loud smack made my ears ring, and I could feel the imprint of his hand as though it had been burned into my cheek.
	“Now hold still and I’ll be gentle.” His hands began patting and caressing me down, completely passing my chest which I was thankful for because that is exactly where I had my phone. There was a small flame of hope within me. He went through my discarded items from my back pack, but came up empty handed.
“Don’t all young people carry portable phones?”
“I’ve been grounded from mine,” I lied. Georgie poked his head back in.
“Room 111, let’s go. Don’t you dare make a peep; my brother here may be gentle but I assure you, I do NOT tolerate disobedience. Now do I have to gag you?” I stared at him wide eyed.
	“Georgie don’t be mean now, Skye’s smart and she’ll behave won’t you?” I nodded enthusiastically. I was smart, my escape might not be tonight, but when the opportunity arose, I’d take it. Clyde assisted me to the edge of the truck bed and onto my feet. We were at the far end and there was nobody in sight.
	“Just get her in the room before someone sees,” Georgie chastised. Clyde grabbed the rope binding me and led me into the room. It was definitely a cheap motel, the room was musty and stale with strong smell of cigarettes that saturated the room. It reminded me of my grandmother’s attic mixed with a pack of cigarettes. Even the walls were yellow from years of tobacco abuse. The beds were covered in a hideous 70s floral pattern. 
“Not quite your taste?” smirked Georgie.
“My own bedroom is more my taste,” I spat. Georgie dropped a couple duffle bags on the first bed and stalked closer to me. I backed up until I hit the wall.
“You better watch the way you talk to me.” Before he got within reach Clyde stepped in between us and I let out a sigh of relief.
	“Please brother, let me deal with it. It’s her first day, it takes time to adjust.”
“If you don’t discipline now, it only gets worse.” Georgie looked mad and I was grateful I had the wall to lean against. My knees might have given out by then. If Clyde was intimidating, Georgie was almost as bad as the boogeyman. Just the way he looked at me made me tremble. I could see madness in his eyes and a complete lack of conscious.
“I will take care of it.” Georgie muttered something under his breath but he took a few steps back.
“Alright, then do it!” Clyde turned towards me and I felt a renewed sense of panic as I stared into a cold dark face.
“Please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” I started to cry all over again.
“Now Skye, it’s my duty to set you straight when you stray onto the path of disobedience. I must correct you in order for you to learn and grow as my wife.”
“I didn’t mean it, please don’t hurt me,” I pleaded, really feeling the fear rise from within me.
“I’ll be over quick I swear it.”  I shook my head and slid to the floor trying to prevent the inevitable. 
	“Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I don’t even remember your names.” Clyde sighed and closed in. I was cornered and my wrists were still bound. I could feel the cold wooden surface against my backside. I really wished I’d worn shorts, better yet, nice warm jeans. Clyde reached for me and I kicked, not caring that I exposed myself at the same time. My foot connected with his face and he reacted with the reflexes of a cat. He grabbed my calf and pulled me out between him and Georgie using my leg to flip me over, sat on my back while facing my legs and lifted my skirt. My face flamed in embarrassment.
	“Looks like you picked a whore for a wife little brother.” Clyde didn’t respond, he brought his hand down, slapping my rear. The first one shocked me as the loud smack echoed through the hotel room. But Clyde didn’t stop at one, he kept hitting me until one of two things happened; either he thought I‘d had enough or he got tired. I’d screamed but in a rundown hotel such as the one we were staying in, I doubted help would arrive.
	“Skye, I’m going to ask you something very important now,” he announced breathlessly, “Answer me honestly. Neither answer will affect your outcome; you’re still mine. Are you a whore as Georgie claims?”
“No,” I whisper.
“I’ll discover eventually Skye, are you telling me the truth?” I looked over my shoulder and up at him. My eyes were swollen and puffy; my throat raw from the screaming and my nose was running.
“I’m still a virgin.” I answered honestly.
“I think you oughtta check; I bet she’s lying.” Georgie stated.
“No, I’m a patient man; I’m waiting for our wedding night.” 
	“I have to pee,” I announced suddenly. Luckily the cell was still in my bra after the tussle. Clyde rolled me onto my back and I sighed in relief of the cold wood against my burning backside.
“Why do you wear that, it’s barely underwear? Is your family so poor you cannot afford complete underwear?” Clyde asked.
“It’s made that way on purpose, it’s called a thong,” I replied, curiosity piqued. 
“Doesn’t your butt get cold?” I would have laughed if I wasn’t in so much pain.
“It’s meant to show off my butt.”
“But why would you show it off to anyone besides your husband?”
	“To attract a husband.”
“Any man who loves you for your body, isn’t a man that makes a good husband.” Clyde announced.
“Yah, because I need advice from a hillbilly like you,” I snorted, wishing I could just keep my mouth shut. I had the unfortunate problem of sometimes not being able to contain the first thought that springs into my head. The look he gave me almost made my knees give out.
“Watch that lip of yours Skye.” He warned as he took the rope off from my wrists. He helped me to stand and pointed to the bathroom.
“You have 3 minutes. Window is too small to escape from, so don’t bother.” I walked in and locked the door behind me.  I turned on the water and glanced at my reflection. My face burned with humiliation. I gently turned my skirt up and risked a glance. It was darker in some areas more than others and was starting to bruise in some spots where it was a dark cherry red. I fished the phone from my bra and immediately dialed my house.
	It rang forever it seemed and suddenly Clyde knocked.
“Time is up.” He called. Could three minutes have gone by so quickly?
“Just a second please,” I called out sweetly. My heart dropped as I heard the voice mail pick up. When the beep went off I spoke as quickly and quietly as I could.
“Mom, Dad, I’ve been kidnapped,” I cried, trying to remain calm so that my words wouldn’t jumble together. “Two men, Clyde and Georgie grabbed me out of a blue pick-up truck off 12th street, it has a tinted canopy with double doors at the end. I don’t think they plan on letting me go,” a few sobs escaped as the doorknob started to rattle.
	“SKYE! Open this door right now!” he hollered.
	“I love you both very much, and if I don’t ever see you again…you were best parents, I’m sorry for all the hard times I gave you, I’m sorry I wasn’t a better daughter…” The door burst open and Georgie stood in the doorframe looking pissed as hell. He scowled as he looked to the cellphone and back to me.
“Gimme that phone!”
“No! I just wanted to say goodbye to my parents.” Georgie moved fast, coming across the bathroom at me. He grabbed my wrist and we wrestled for the phone. He squeezed his thumb into the inside of my wrist, forcing me to my knees in pain before I finally let go. Catching the phone in his opposite hand he smashed it against the wall and stomped on it for good measure. He turned back to look down at me and I saw his fist only seconds before it smashed into my face.  I fell back against the shower door, and for a few moments all I saw were small bursts of colored light. My lip started to swell and I tasted blood. Georgie turned back to the door and glared at Clyde.
	“You said you checked her!” he yelled.
“I did!” Clyde replied in disbelief.
“Did you check inside her bra? Her generation tends to hold them in their bras for some reason. I think it’s because their clothes get smaller and they can’t fit ‘em into their pockets.”
	“No, I didn’t check there, I was trying to be proper Georgie,” Clyde confessed. Georgie leaned down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. When he lifted it up I screamed and he back handed me hard enough my head thumped against the foor and he ripped the bra up and laughed.
	“Well she was defiantly hiding something under that shirt but they look more like melons than another phone.”
“Enough Georgie,” Clyde announced.
“If you don’t rein her in now she’ll only get worse,” Georgie warned before he punched me in the stomach. I heaved, doubling over in pain. It literally felt like he’d punched my stomach into my throat. Taking a handful of my hair, he yanked my head back and grabbed my chin.
“Now, are you going to be doing that again?”
“You broke my phone…I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to,” I replied. He pulled my hair harder and I spat a mouthful of blood in his face. Letting out a growl Georgie slammed my head against the sink and I didn’t get up after that. 
“I think you should try and answer that again.”	
“No, im sorry,” I apologized, head throbbing as I felt something cold trickle form my forehead. Georgie pushed me at Clydes with his feet.
	“See, show them who’s in charge and you will get better results. I’m going to go get some dinner.” I curled up and groaned. Georgie stormed away and Clyde just stared down at me in disappointment.
“You lied to me.”
“You’re holding me prisoner!” I protested, keeping my tone soft .
	“I’m sorry about Georgie, he’s got a bit of a temper,” excused Clyde; he helped me to try and stand than led me back to the bed. Sitting me on the edge he used washcloth to softly mop some of the blood, causing me to whimper. He applied a simple band aid, gave me a few Tylenol, checked to make sure I had all my teeth and before he tucked me into the blanket he bound my wrists behind my back and attached them to my ankles.
“I wish I didn’t have to do this,” he sighed.
“I just want to go home,” I sobbed.
“I know sweetheart, it’ll pass,” he soothed. His large callused hand stroked my face, brushing my tears away.
“My parents will worry themselves sick.”
“You shouldn’t have called them,” he scolded. Not a single sign of sympathy.
“I miss them so much it hurts.” Clyde leaned in and kissed my forehead.
“The pain will lessen, you’ve got me, and after we marry we can start for kids; you will have something to focus on."
	“I’m too young to have kids.” I had only recently turned 18, I hadn’t even decided which college I wanted to go to yet. 
“Don’t say that, you will make beautiful babies.”
“I don’t want babies,” I argued.
“That is enough now Skye, I am going to shower, you need to get some sleep.” He stood and pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing his well-built body. I had to tear my gaze away as his muscles flexed while he stripped down. I listened carefully as he padded to the bathroom and the shower turned on. When I looked up and was alone I made my move. I struggled with the rope, pulling twisting, attempting to untie my wrists with my fingers. I found the knots too complicated. There wasn’t much slack to allow for any maneuvering. I wiggled to the edge of the bed and slowly slid down to the floor. I gritted my teeth as my knees hit the hard floor. When I heard no disturbance from the bathroom I slowly walked on my knees to get closer to Clyde’s pants. I was bent at an awkward angle, but I managed to get ahold of his knife.




Taken Ch. 01



I smiled to myself as I began sawing away the rope that held my ankles. Without the serrated edge, the task proved time consuming and each minute my heart raced with the anticipation. I was so close and I knew any second either of the brothers could catch me and I’d be in big trouble. I almost cried out when I nicked myself but I didn’t allow for it to slow me down. I felt a flood of triumph when I finally made it through the rope. I heard the shower stop and panic set in. I managed to stand, ignoring blood dripping down my leg. I ran to the door, turning my back to it in order to grab the doorknob. I unlocked it and opened it but when I turned back around to leave i found Georgie in the door way. In his hands were a few bags of fast food and a 2liter of soda.  I could feel all the blood drain from my face and the very air being sucked out of my body. What happened next went by so fast I almost missed it. Georgie dropped the food inside the doorway and gave me one huge shove. I lost my balance and landed back against the bed. Shutting the door, he set the soda down and attacked. He had one hand around my throat pinning me to the mattress.
	“I knew you would be trouble, my brother is much too soft on you.” I could smell booze, and he hadn’t even been gone that long. I couldn’t respond, I focused on trying to breathe. 
“I think you need to be shown where your place is.” Smiling, Georgie flipped me over, shoving my face onto the bed. I felt him approach me from behind and I could hear him fumbling with his jeans and immediately I knew his intentions. I bucked and twisted but his hand in my hair twisted further.
	“Don’t you fucking fight me,” he warned.
“Get off of me you retarded inbred asshole,” I growled. I didn’t even see it coming; Georgie brought an onslaught of fists. He punched and punched, hitting the side of my face, my back, shoulders and ribs. I cried trying to curl to protect my face. Suddenly it stopped and I peered out. Clyde held his older brother against the door by his throat one fist rose towards him threateningly.
“I told you not to touch my future wife and I meant it. It is MY job to discipline her, not you. Do we have a problem brother?” Georgie smirked and wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth onto the back of his hand.
“No problem here little brother.” Clyde released him and turned towards me. I saw it but there wasn’t enough time to warn him. Georgie smiled and pushed off the door, Clyde saw my expression as he turned back towards Georgie, but he wasn’t fast enough and Georgie slugged him in the face. He tackled him and pinned Clyde to the floor, face against the wood while he wrapped his arms through Clyde’s and held him tightly; then slammed Clyde’s face into the floor a couple times. I screamed at the bloody sight and backed away.
“You’re going to turn on me, your own flesh and blood for this little whore? If you were doing your damn job, I wouldn’t have felt the need to step in. Your wife to be was trying to escape. I’m here to keep you safe little brother. Now I’m going to let you go but I swear to the good lord if you ever hit me like that again and I will give you the biggest ass whooping of your life. Do you understand me?” Clyde’s face looked like hell; blood smeared his face, his lip looked swollen and he glanced over at me.
“Your right Georgie and I’m sorry I forgot my place.” Georgie released Clyde and sat up, gingerly touching his bloody nose. He looked over at me, so disappointed and I felt like I needed to make it up to him.
“You can deal with this, I’m going out.” Georgie left
“You tried to leave again?” he asked, holding up the severed ropes. I wanted to deny it, even though the evidence was right there.
	“I’m sorry…I just wanted to go home,” I sobbed. Clyde slid across the floor and held my head in his hands.
“I know you do Skye, you miss your parents, sister and probably even your dog, am I right?” 
“How do you know that?” I demanded.
“I was watching you for quite a while Skye.”  I shuddered, the knowledge he knew more about my life made me uneasy. I shuddered and Clyde leaned forward than kissed me.  Considering the situation, his kiss wasn’t even that bad. His lips were soft, tender and he showed more gentleness than I even thought he was able. His hand cupped the back of my head. When he pulled away he rested his forehead against mine and took a few deep breaths.
“You can’t keep doing such stupid things Skye. Be a good girl and obey me,” he whispered. 
	“I’ll be better Clyde,” I promised and I meant it. If I wanted to survive, I was going to have to go along more. He smiled, with a sight of sincere happiness.
“I’m so glad to hear that. I think you’ve been punished enough for one day. Let’s get you back in bed and I’ll grab you some food.” Clyde helped me onto my feet and hoisted me up into his arms as though I weighed nothing. He sat me on the edge of the bed and cut my wrists loose than went and grabbed my burger.
“You eat; I’m going to bandage this.” I greedily tore into the double cheeseburger while he cleaned and bandaged the cut on my leg, it turned out to be more than just a little knick. It was a gash and it was still slowly trickling its way onto the floor.
“Are you some kind of Dr?” He bandage my injury so prestigiously, neat and precise. 
“Actually, I am. And so was my father.”
	“You have a degree?”
“Not exactly; my Daddy did, than he taught me everything he knew.”
“Georgie a Dr?” He laughed again as he handed me some fries. I couldn’t picture Georgie trying to relieve pain, only causing it.
“Georgie doesn’t have the temper for medicine.  Daddy taught him all about the farming and how to catch wives. Christopher does the business end.”
“You have another brother?” The more I asked the more interested I looked and the bigger his smile got. The more relieved he was the better I felt.
“Youngest. And we have one little sister, Felicia.”
“That’s a lot of kids.”
“That’s only four, that’s just my mama, daddy had several wives.”	
	“Several? How many do you guys have?”
“Well Georgie has 3 so far.”
“And you?”
“You will be my first, I don’t want a lot of wives; I do want a lot of children though.” Clyde rattled on about how cute our babies would be, my eyes, his hair. The amount of planning and thought into it sickened me. How long had this creep been stalking me? How many years had they been kidnapping poor women? How many generations?
“Come on Skye, time to get some shut eye.” Clyde stretched out and patted the bed beside him. I stretched out and allowed him to wrap his arms around me.
	“We have a long day tomorrow, try to get some rest.” I closed my eyes and fell uneasily asleep. I only awoke once that night, when Georgie finally stumbled into the room. He crashed against the wall and nightstand but Clyde didn’t stir a bit. I clutched his arm tightly against me, as though it could shield me from all the bad things in the world. Ridiculous as that was, he had some crazy idea of love for me and I was going to use that to my advantage. I had to be strong it was my only hope to escape. There was no way I’d let them take me all the way to their home. It would be harder, if not impossible to ever get away. Georgie collapsed onto his bed and soon snored away after that. I curled into Clyde and soon fell back asleep.



Taken Ch. 01



I've held onto this piece for quite some time, never really quite knowing where it would lead. I added a second chapter sometime later, but it still sat tucked away in a folder on a hard drive. I've never attempted a multi-chapter story, and never really took the time to develop characters. It's a slow start, but I'm hoping that it will capture your attention enough to lead you to part 2.

I'd appreciate any feedback you might offer, positive or negative. 

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I sat in the park, lost in my book as I often to do when fair weather comes around. The October sun warmed my back as I sat, head bent forward, reading and taking my notes. The voices of children and the barking of dogs had become background noise carried to me on a distant wind. My world, so far from that physical place where my body existed, was in my reading. I read, stopping now and again to jot notes in the margins or to stare into the water, pondering the writer's thoughts, and trying, sometimes in vain, to determine her ultimate meaning. As I delved deeper into the writer's world, I became lost in it. Time passed; the sun, slowly tracking across the afternoon sky, families coming and going, most ignoring me in the realization that I was sitting on that rock, but could not be further from the world in which they trod.

It wasn't until I felt a chill working its way through me that I began to realize that the afternoon was waning away. It wasn't quite dusk, and the children, the dogs, and the daily traffic that had, until now been so heavy, had begun to wane. I closed my book, stretched, and began looking for the sweater that I had tossed aside earlier. I donned the garment and lit a cigarette, pulling my legs underneath me to fight the chill. I sat, staring at the water, mesmerized as I always am, by its journey over the falls.

Another chill took me, though this was not caused by the temperature. I wasn't alone. I hadn't seen him before, but his sudden movement in my peripheral vision now caught my attention. He was sitting at the water's edge, just off to my right and down the hill a bit. When I turned to look at him, he slowly raised his head. Though his eyes were hidden behind dark glasses, I was sure he was looking directly at me. He confirmed my thought with a slight, slow nod of greeting. I nodded back and gave him a friendly but discouraging smile. I began collecting my things to leave. The park was a long way from the big city of Boston, where being alone so close to dark would generally get a girl into trouble, but I still had that chill, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he had been watching me for longer than I had realized. There was something to that slow nod; a simple gesture in and of itself, but one which said, "I'm here for you. I'm waiting, patiently."

I strode toward the bridge where I could see a few young adults gathered. I chastised myself for the paranoid feelings wrenching my gut, but I figured I had better be safe. I leaned over the bridge, a few yards from where the kids were standing in a group. The water roared over the rocks below, and I found myself immediately relaxed by the steady pounding. I glanced toward the lower park where I had been seated just a few moments ago. He was there. He looked up at me, as though he had felt my glance upon him. I had the sudden thought that he knew that I would look for him. He slowly reached up and removed the dark glasses; his gaze met mine as I knew it would. His eyes never wavered. I was angry with myself for having run away from him. Had I not been so surprised by his presence, I'd have remained at my seat, letting him know that I didn't scare easily.

I returned his gaze now, in an attempt to remove any doubt from his mind as to my tough, city girl nature. I became nearly as mesmerized looking into his dark eyes, as I had when staring into the water earlier. Still, his gaze did not waver. A new chill spread throughout me, this one bringing with it a new feeling. I looked away. What I had seen in his eyes wasn't a desire to intimidate, it was a desire, raw and unadulterated, to own me. In my humble opinion, love at first sight is the stuff of fairy tales. Love can only be found in the knowing of a person, not in the reading of them through a chance meeting, a glance, or ones perceived ability to read another person by their outward appearance and body language. Lust at first sight however, was another story altogether. What I now felt, and what I saw in his eyes as we looked at one another, was something more powerful than mere lust. I leaned against the bridge railing, staring down into the water. My body trembled and I let it sag against the cold metal for support. I was not cold; in fact the heat I now felt was enough to dispel any previous chill I had felt from the cool, drawing of the day. I resisted the urge to look back to where he sat.

The group of kids on the bridge was getting louder by the moment, breaking into my reverie. I looked to where they were gathered, and smiled; remembering how much fun it was at that age. At that age, no one knew better than them. At that age, one's entire life lie ahead, a time span which seemed almost endless. I smiled at them, receiving in return, looks that questioned who I was, what I wanted, and what I was staring at anyway. I gave a little shake of my head and a chuckle, and turned to leave. He was there, standing at the end of the bridge, watching me. I froze for just a second before deciding to attempt a new approach. I cocked my head at him, gave a wry smile, and raised a single eyebrow in question. His face was as still as if it had been cast in marble. His unresponsiveness was rather an insult on my person, and my smile faded away as I walked toward the end of the bridge.

I met his eyes as I passed him, making it known that I would not be so easily intimidated. Just as I was considering a snide remark, he smiled at me. It was the smile of someone self-assured and intelligent. It radiated warmth, and yet I felt a chill overtake me. The contradiction was so strong that I nearly stopped to study his face in the hopes of better understanding the thought behind it. I must have looked quite the sight; stutter stepping, my mouth open as if words might actually be capable of pouring forth. His smile said so much that I felt a tad overwhelmed by it. He would, in fact, have me before all was said and done. He knew, and I knew as well, that something was destined to happen. It was all there, written on his face as plain as the bold headline of a Boston Globe edition.

It seemed that we stood there, staring, speechless at one another for an eternity; a conversation taking place between us with not a single audible word. My mind screamed at me to turn and walk away. Every nerve in my body tingled with fear, with anticipation, and most noticeably, with desire. I took a deep breath and lowered my eyes. Another moment of that gaze and I would be lost. I knew that much as sure as I knew that it was too late, even at this early juncture. It would happen. It was merely a question of when. I walked away, refusing to meet his eyes again, or to interrupt the silence with a word. My gut wrenched and ached as I strode toward Main Street. I wanted him, and I knew that I could have him. I also knew that the having would not be on my terms, but on his. It was with that knowledge that I found the strength to walk away.

In that few moments of time, I came to realize who, nay, what he was. He was a Dom. He was not a boy, playing at the role, but a man who, in every fiber of his being, was dominant. He knew that domination was not based upon physical strength, nor was it based upon force. It was the ability to create a desire in another to please. A true submissive can seldom find any pleasure in his or her life unless that pleasure is attained by their pleasing of another. Hadn't I read that somewhere?

With domination and submission, there are variations, as with anything. There are extremes of domination and submission wherein the submissive is truly, and completely, their master's slave. There are also those who find domination and submission only pleasurable in small doses, only in a sexual arena, or only when they feel the need to partake in either role. And then there are those like myself. I am a stereotypical, type A, Yankee Bitch. Where men are involved, I admire intelligence, strength, and self-assuredness. If a man has these qualities, I am attracted, and thus will generally enjoy his company and his attentions, both of us on relatively equal footing. If a man has these qualities and is aware of his dominant nature, I will sense it in a short amount of time, and will more often than not, fall into a submissive role in the relationship. I am no one's slave, by any means, but I will oft times follow his lead without argument, simply because that is who I am. This goes against everything that I have become in my life. My mind fights submission while a more instinctual part of me desires it. A true dominant will see through me, and will detect the conflict. For some, this leads to a parting of ways. For others, I become a conquest. For me, this leads to turmoil.

I arrived home to find my husband already there. We greeted each other with the usual niceties, inquired of each other as to their day, and fell into the comfort of our domestic roles. While telling him of my trip to the park, I mentioned the man I had seen there.

"He wasn't just looking at me." I said slowly, trying to describe the encounter. "He was looking into me."

At the sound of my voice, my husband brought his eyes up to meet mine. He was well used to the tone that my voice had taken, and knew what it meant.

"Was he someone you know?" he asked.

"No, I've never seen him before today." I responded, meeting his gaze.

He looked at me with understanding, a mischievous smile playing over his lips and in his eyes. I looked down, feeling my face become flushed. I couldn't help but think how well he knew my mind.

"What did he look like?" he asked, stepping toward me.

I thought back to the moment on the bridge when the man and I had been standing so close to each other.

"I don't know." I said, nearly a whisper.

"Huh." he said, meaning "I don't quite get it."

I could imagine the slight shake of his head as he spoke the words; the look of confusion in his eyes as he resigned himself yet again to never quite understanding me.

"I can't really remember." I said, looking up at him as he stood directly before me.

"Are you cold?" he asked, smiling at me.

I thought that maybe I had shivered, thinking back on that moment, but then realized what the question meant. I followed his eyes which had taken in the sight of my hard nipples pressing against the front of my blouse. Our eyes met as he tugged at the blouse and slipped his hand beneath the fabric. He leaned into me, his lips meeting mine as his fingertips found their way beneath my bra and brushed over my nipple. He kissed me harder, as he gently squeezed the nipple and pulled at it. I let loose a soft, anguished sigh, my body melting into his as his tongue played over mine. My breath caught as he squeezed my nipple harder, and pressed me back against the kitchen counter. I let myself go, my body quaking as we kissed, feeling my knees weaken. Even having been married nearly thirteen years, his kisses could set me on fire as no other man's ever had. More eloquently than he could ever tell me with words, his kisses told me how much he loved, desired, wanted, and needed me. A river of emotion flowed into me as our tongues danced and our breaths mingled. Never in my life had I been kissed in such a way that I could be driven into a near desperate desire until I met him.

Without a word, I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. I undressed and lay down across the comforter. He followed my lead, leaving his clothes trailing along the floor. He knelt over me, kissing me again, his body hovering inches above mine. I pulled him down to me, wrapping my legs around his waist, grinding against him. Our lovemaking was desperate and urgent with need. He thrust into me relentlessly, using me as much as I needed to be used. He reached for my hands and pulled them over my head, one by one, knowing that they would remain there until he moved them. I loosened my grip on his hips, affording him the space to move such that he could drive into me harder, punishing me for my own need, my own desires.

He lowered his mouth to my breast and my back arched up to meet him. He tongued my nipple, teasing me with what I wanted. I whimpered softly and he relented, his teeth grasping my swollen flesh and pulling gently. I moaned, encouraging him as I began to thrust my hips upward, matching his rhythm. 

"Please." I whispered, not needing to elaborate.

His teeth tightened on my flesh and a flash of pain flashed over me. I cried out, my voice filling the room and spurring him on. He renewed his intentions and fucked me harder yet. As he bit down again, I felt the familiar clenching in my abdomen, my sex, my muscles. I called out his name as I felt my release take me over. And I felt his familiar change of pace as he thrust into me and held himself buried deep inside me until he filled me with his own release.

He collapsed down onto me, burying his head in the crook of my neck as he fought to catch his breath. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. I sighed, a mixture of contentment and disappointment. I loved that he could not bring himself to hurt me. I respected that he could not show me anything more than love and compassion. The mere act of his biting my nipple hard enough to give me the pain that I desired was the result of a number of conversations and a concession on his part. He knew that I was thinking of the man at the park. He knew that I was imagining that man taking me. He knew what I needed and how to give it to me to a small degree. No man could ever know me as well, and none could ever make me feel the way that I did now. But even so, I couldn't help wanting more. And it wasn't wanting. I knew that. It was a need. And even in my admission, I knew that it was something that I could never have from the one man that I loved more than life itself. 

Even sated, I could think only of my stranger's eyes. Those dark eyes carried everything that I longed to feel; passion, hunger, need, desire, desperation, and control. I wanted the weight of those eyes on me again. I wanted to know the feeling of being taken, of being made something base, something that only he could truly make me. My arm wrapped around my husband, I felt all of the love that anyone could possibly feel for another. I felt that love returned. He made me feel loved, wanted, desired, and needed. But his gentle nature would never allow him to make me feel that which I longed for in the darkest corners of my soul. I knew then that I would return to the park. I felt a pull deep within me that I knew I could not ignore. I rolled over, pulling the covers over me. I closed my eyes and saw his. I knew that I had to find him. 



Taken Ch. 01



NOTE: This chapter is mostly an introduction, so if you just want sex scenes, skip to chapter 2.

*****

I realise this is dangerous, walking around the streets of New York alone at night, but the thrill of it kind of turns me on. Most girls would be scared to be out in this part of town, especially looking like I am now, with a short dress that only falls halfway down my thighs. The sweater I have on covers the low-cut, tight neckline of my dress. I also have a necklace strategically placed to draw people's eyes down to my perky 34B breasts, accentuated by my favourite black lace push-up bra. My black winged eyeliner is beginning to fade a bit and most of my lipstick has rubbed off. The click of my 3-inch heels echoes across the empty street. Or at least I thought it was empty.

After walking a few blocks, I notice that the echoes of my footsteps are moving faster than I am walking. There's somebody else here. I start walking faster, hoping the other person isn't noticing me. Their footsteps grow faster. Damn it! I finally turn around and then break into a run. There is a tall, masculine figure chasing me, and even if I run as fast as my long legs can carry me, he will catch up. I slip into an alleyway and hide behind a dumpster. He can't see me here. It's too dark. 

I think I am safe, but then I hear him getting closer and I know he saw me hide. He walks quietly into the alley, straight past the dumpster. I take this chance to jump out of hiding and run back onto the street. He spins around and sprints after me. I spot a subway station and head towards it, barely keeping out of his reach. I duck down into the station and hurry down the stairs. I reach for my metro card to get into the station, but I'm not fast enough. I feel a warm hand firmly grab my wrist and I know the chase is over. I lost. 

My attacker turns me around and shoves me up against the wall of the subway station. I finally get to see him close up under the light. He is at least 6'2" and has a shock of blonde hair on top of his head. He has a square jaw and bright blue eyes that would seem friendly if he wasn't assaulting me. His enormously muscular body is pinning me against the wall and I can feel his deep breathing and his racing pulse. He takes both of my wrists in one hand and holds them together. "Don't you fucking move or I'll make you regret it," he commands. I take his threat seriously and remain still as possible. 

He reaches down into his pocket with his spare hand and pulls out a plastic bag, then rips it open with his teeth. Before I can comprehend what is going on, he has shoved a rag onto my face. Oh fuck, this is chloroform isn't it? I hold my breath. "Oh come on, bitch. You'll pass out either way. Breathe in and it will be faster." He has a point, but I won't give him the satisfaction. I keep my mouth shut. Within seconds, I'm feeling light-headed. I try as hard as I can not to give in, but eventually my body betrays me. I take a breath. The last thing I see before I black out is his smirking face and a subway train passing through the deserted station.

*

I awake in an unfamiliar bed in a poorly-lit room. It takes a few moments to fully regain consciousness, but once I do, I remember the events of the previous evening. Fuck. Is this really still happening? I look around the room to see if my kidnapper is here, but he is nowhere to be seen. I am still wearing my dress and shoes from earlier, but my left hand is handcuffed to the metal bed post only inches from my head. My purse and my phone are on a chair in the corner of the surprisingly spacious room. The bed I am attached to is simple but comfortable, and the warm lighting creates an atmosphere that would otherwise seem romantic. There are softly glowing lamps and flickering candles placed all over the room. I notice a closet next to the bed and I reach out to open it. I can barely stretch out far enough to see inside, but what I do see is terrifying: rope, more handcuffs, blindfolds, a video camera with a tripod, dildos, vibrators and various leather clothing items. 

"I see you've found my toys," a voice says from the other side of the room. Startled, I spin around to find my captor standing in the doorway, naked except for a pair of black boxers. He is standing only halfway in the light, but even from here I can see that he is a heavily built man. I am strangely attracted to him as he leans on the doorframe with his bulging biceps and toned abs catching the dim light. 

He closes the door and approaches the foot of the bed. "How are you?" he asks. I stare at him silently. Don't say anything and maybe he will just get it over with faster. "Oh come on, honey. I just want to make sure I haven't hurt you. How are you feeling?" I continue to stare blankly at him as I can see him becoming frustrated. "Answer me!" he orders, grabbing my ankles and pulling me away from the closet. "Are you scared?" he asks softly as I struggle to free my feet from his grasp. I still refuse to speak. He waits a moment, then with a disappointed look, he says, "Fine. We'll do this your way. If you're not going to talk, I'm not going to let you."

He releases me and I shrink away from him into the far corner of the bed as he saunters over to the closet. He picks up a strange looking device that I recognise only from porn: a ball gag. I curl up in the bed and cover my face as best as I can. He laughs at my futile attempts to protect myself and yanks my arm away from my face, pulling me down onto my stomach in the process. I squeal in pain; the first sound I've made since my arrival. He lifts up my face and pries open my mouth. "Wanna cry for help?" he teases, then laughs. I try to bite him but his fingers holding open my jaws are too strong. He shoves the ball in between my teeth and fastens the strap behind my head. With my free hand, I reach up and try to undo it, but he just grabs my hand and whips out another set of handcuffs. Soon, all four of my limbs are restrained to the bedposts and he has blindfolded me, explaining, "Wouldn't want you to see anything before we are ready, babe." 

I wince at the feeling of cold metal on my thigh and then hear the sound of scissors snipping through my dress. The harsh reality of the situation hits me as he cuts off my underpants and bra. I am resisting the urge to cry, or even to scream. I need to stay strong. He removes my leg restraints individually to put on a thong and take off my shoes. I try kicking him but my efforts are in vain; I can't even see him with the blindfold on. He puts a bra on me too, and then readjusts my hands so they are handcuffed to each other and I am lying on my stomach, legs spread out, ass left uncovered by the tiny strip of the thong's fabric. 

I feel his hand on my ass, first just brushing it with his fingertips and then grabbing and kneading my naked flesh. He slows down, then gives my ass cheeks a single sharp slap before stepping back to admire his work. 

"I'm going to tell you what I'm doing now, just so you know," he says softly, "I'm going to get another chloroform rag, then put you back to sleep while I play with your ass and jack off to it. Then when you wake up, I'm going to use some of my toys on you until you cum, and you will cum," he adds, "they all do, eventually. Then when we have both had our fun alone, I'm going to fuck you, hard. I'm going to fuck your sweet little virgin pussy until you cum again and I cum again and then I'll do it again. And yes I can tell you're a virgin." He pauses for a moment and leaves the room. Can I cry now? Fuck I'm going to cry now. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody is coming to get me. Where even is here? I'm never going to escape. Fuck. Don't cry. 

He returns only seconds later and walks over to me, yanks me up by my hair and shoves the rag in my face. I don't resist this time. I just want it to end. "Oh and one more thing," he whispers to me as I drift off, "You're not leaving this room for a long, long time."

*



Taken Ch. 01



We ate breakfast hoped into the Mercedes and headed to Nashville. About four hours later I handed the phone to Sandy and told her to call her Mom. The phone was answered on the first ring. 

"Hello Mom, this is Robert, yes I know I sound different. How are you? I am in Tennessee right now Mom, with a friend. Yes I am doing well. Who is there? FBI? Mom I asked you not to tell anyone."

I motioned for Sandy to hand me the phone. I said hello to Roberts Mom, Glenda, and introduced myself as Pauline and I told her I found her son. I asked her if I could talk to the FBI agent there? He introduced himself as agent Tom Carter, I told him to go to the New York city FBI office and I would call him tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.. and would give him all we knew. I asked him to put the mom back on the line. I told his Mom that Robert is doing well and that we would call back when we can and handed the phone back to Sandy her good byes. I made sure the phone was turned all the way off.

We went to a library in Nashville and logged onto the E-mail accounts and reviewed the e-mail again for accuracy. I looked up the phone number of the NY FBI office and wrote it down. I then wiped the keyboard down. I handed Sandy a tissue and had her wipe a spot on the bottom of the table and had her leave a palm print there. 

We then went to see the "Grand ole Opry," not my kind of music but we enjoyed it immensely anyway. We went to a local club where Sandy learned the joy of line dancing. She could really strut her stuff and enjoyed flirting with people, guys and girls. One handsome guy put his cowboy hat on her head while they did the cotton eyed Joe. She even danced with some gals who were real babes and had them laughing, smiling and giggling like school girls. Whoever she was with she made them feel special, but she made it clear to them she was taken. I was amazed at her grace and poise. She really loved being a girl. She left broken hearts all over the place when we left, and to tell the truth, I did to she brought out the best in me. That is what I really loved about her. We were given a big rousing "send off" when we finally had to leave.

We took a motel room. Sandy got our luggage into the room and I watched her. I have done this a lot lately. I took her hand and pulled her close to me and hugged her. She had me creaming my panties all day. I looked into her eyes which sparkled and gleamed as jewels. I could not help myself so I kissed her full lips. Her arms reached around my waist and drew her hips into mine. She caressed me so tenderly. I reached around her neck and unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off her. I unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and pulled it over her hips and let it fall to the floor. I stepped back and looked at her. She was so beautiful I could not stand it.

I looked and could not even find a trace of her manhood that I knew was hidden in her panties and pantyhose. I reached around her and unhooked her bra releasing her beautiful tits. I had seen her nude before but had not really looked at her like this before. She was a nice 36C. I embrace the flesh of her twin mounds with my hands and her nipples stood out begging for attention. They were huge nipples when erect almost 3/4 an inch long and almost the size of a nickel. I massaged them between my fingers as I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and her face glowed with passion.

"You don't mind if I do this to you hon? I think I am falling in love with you."

A tear formed in the corner of her eye and my heart shook. I was afraid I had hurt Sandy and started to turn away from her. She caught me by my shoulders and turned me back to her.

"Georgia, there is nothing to be afraid of, I knew from the first day, that I loved you, you have been nothing but nice to me. I want to be everything for you. I love what you do to me."

I hooked her pantyhose and panties with my fingers and pulled them over her hips kissing her belly and following them with my tongue and lips as I lowered them. They pulled free of her crotch and I kissed her pubic mound. Her thighs pressed together kept her penis from popping forward. Sandy sat one the edge of the bed and lifted her feet as I pulled her undies off. She stood carefully and started undressing me. Kissing me as she uncovered some hidden skin, slowly she took my clothes off like a child opening a gift. I orgasmed at her touch before she even completed her task. 

Naked I stood before her as she took me in with her eyes. She touched my face softly with her finger and drew it down my body. I stood there whimpering at her touch. Her finger reached down to my crotch and teased my labias and the opening to my pussy. She spread the lips open and drew them back till my engorged clit was exposed, teasing it with her fingers but never quite touching it. Her lips covered the nipple of one of my breast sucking on it and dancing around it with her tongue, changing tits back and forth as she fingered my pussy. I was in heaven. Her other hand raked softly across the skin of my back causing the nerves to fire with pleasure. Every part of my body seemed alive with energy. I have never made love with anyone as good as this.

Sandy lips and tongue departed my tits and descended down my chest and she made love with every square inch of my body. She trailed her kisses downward. Her hands cupped the cheeks of my ass as her mouth came down to the hair of my mound. She lightly pulled this hair with her lips and then her tongue reached forward between my thighs. She teased one thigh then the other licking up the sweetness that dripped from my aching cunt. She reached with her tongue to the backside of my pussy and slowly drew it back toward my clit. I again spasmed in orgasm. My legs wobbled and I thought I was going to fall but Sandy's strength kept me standing. Her tongue reached my clit and lightly swirled around it sending bolts of lightning up my spine. She pushed me over and I fell back on the bed. Her head was buried in my crotch. She began eating my pussy like it has never been before. I was lost in ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm washed over me. My legs wrapped around her head and trapped her there. I was afraid my thighs would crush her head but I could not release her till the biggest orgasm I have ever felt ripped through my soul and I blacked out.

She crawled up my quivering form and kissed my full swollen lips her tongue swirled in my mouth. I could taste my love juice in her mouth and I cleaned her face with my tongue. Her swollen penis, although not massive, was a respectable 7- inches pierced my vagina filling me in ways other men had not and brought waves of pleasure. She timed her penetrations with the intake of my breath never letting me get a good breath. My mind became a blur as my breathing became more ragged and I orgasmed continuously till another massive orgasm stole my consciousness from me and her cock filled me with her cum.

When I came to, Sandy was laying next to me looking into my eyes and caressing my face. "My god you are great," was the only thing that could come out of my lips for several seconds. Sandy's face was covered with our mixed cum. She had cleaned my pussy and thighs with her tongue. There was a big wet spot on the comforter beneath me. I looked and saw her semi erect manhood out in front of her and took it in my hand and started stroking it. She slowly sprang back to life. Sandy's eyes closed at my touch, a gasp escaping her lips. I slid down and knelt before her and took her penis in my mouth, kissing the head and running my tongue around the glans. I licked from the base of her penis to its head and back. Sandy trembled. Her penis stiffened and grew as I ministered to its needs. I took her into my mouth and pushed my head forward taking more and more of her in, till my lips were buried at the base and the tip of her cock was down my throat. My mouth had never been this full, my jaws ached but pleasure filled my body as I began to ride her cock with my face sucking with all I was worth. My tongue moved around Sandy's throbbing member, I was lost in my act. I wanted to swallow her whole. Sandy convulsed, her shoulders came up off the bed and her knees came up around me as my mouth was flooded with wave after wave of cum filling it quickly. I swallowed round after round but more came, cum flow past my lips down my cheeks to my chin. Sandy flopped back on the bed as the last spurt flowed from her. My mouth full of cum, I crawled up the bed and put my lips to hers. Her lips parted and I opened my lips as they met hers and forced the cum into her mouth. She then forced it bak into mine and we snowballed it back and forth until we had to swallow or drown.

We lay there for several minutes as we recovered. I looked at Sandy to find her looking at me. I told her that I didn't want to lose her, and that whatever happens, when this was over I wanted her with me forever. Sandy clung to me and sobbed lightly on my shoulder. I ran my fingers up and down her back and comforted her.

"Sandy, tell me you will marry me when we get you safe, or I don't know if I could go on girl. Will you be my girl, I will take the best care of you I can? Please tell me."

"Yes Georgia, I will be whatever you need me to be. I have never been so happy as I have been since you have rescued me. You have completed me in ways I could not have imagined. Will you take me as I am now and love me?"

"Sandy, I love the way you are right now, I wouldn't change a thing about you but only to make sure you are safe and mine. How do you feel looking like a woman and me referring to you in the feminine? It doesn't bother you does it? You are so beautiful, my love."

"At first I use to resent being feminized Georgia, but I have grown to like the way I look and feel. I love the clothes, even the heels that hurt my feet I still love them. I have been mostly a girl for a year and a half and I don't want to go back. I would even cut my dick off for you if you wanted it, Georgia. I like it also when you treat me as a girl, you treat me as a human, as someone who is special, and not the subhuman I was trained to be. It is strange I see you as the dominant in our relationship and I enjoy you being dominant but you also treat me as an equal, and with respect."

I grabbed his penis and looked him seriously in the eye and said, "over your dead body Sandy, that dick belongs to me, girl," we giggled and I leaned over to kiss it again, "and you are an equal to me, Sandy, I could never imagine what you have gone through. It breaks my heart to think about it. I just want to protect you."

We feel asleep in each other's arms, both of comfortable and both of us feeling safe and secure. I woke up, and I found that Sandy standing there, already dressed and made up in a skirt and a blouse. How does she do it I thought? I got up and went to the bathroom and took care of my morning business, showered then brushed my teeth. Entering the bedroom Sandy did my hair and make-up, and helped me to dress in clothes that she already laid out for me. Lastly she perfumed me with my favorite fragrance, I insisted she do herself too. She had impeccable tastes in all things feminine. She also liked to dress us femininely rather than casual. I will have to work on that I thought. I like to dress casually at times, because it makes it even more special when I dress femininely.

I let her pack up and prepare us to leave. We had three hours before I had to make my next call. We stopped and ate breakfast before hitting the road again. We held hands as we drove north toward Frankfort. As 10:00 approached, I turned the phone on and dialed the FBI's NYC's phone number and asked for agent Tom Carter. In seconds he came on the line and I gave him an e-mail accounts name and password and told him where he could find Robert's hand print. I asked for and received his cell phone number then I hung up and changed directions after turning off the phone. 

As we approached Charleston, I turned on the phone and called Agent Carter and asked if he found everything. He stated that he did and found it all very interesting. He confirmed Robert's identity. He understood our reluctance to come in. He said our statement confirmed some things he had already figured out, and he had people searching for the place where Robert or Sandy was held in New Mexico, also that he had a line on the Jim that Robert mentioned. I asked him not to reveal to Robert's Mom about what was done to him yet. I would like to break it to her when we could meet first. I told him we would call him back later and hung up. I made sure the phone was turned off again and we changed directions again. It was very late when we pulled into Columbus and we were both tired of traveling but my Mercedes made it as comfortable as possible.

Sandy got me to our room and undressed me and got me in bed somehow. I slept like a rock only my bladder waking me got me out of bed. I rushed to the bathroom and took care of business. Our undies were hanging and drying in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, as I washed my hands, I noticed my make-up had been removed. I didn't remember that happening. I returned to bed seeing Sandy asleep, she looked so precious, and I joined her, falling asleep in minutes.

Upon awakening again, I found Sandy up and dressed, made up and ready to go. This was getting disconcerting, but nice. I told her we were going to spend the day here and make contact again tomorrow. I asked her to run me a bubble bath if she would. She smiled and went to start my bath. I crawled out of bed and headed to the bath. Sandy helped me into the tub and I relaxed as the bubbles and warmth of the water washed over me. After ten minutes Sandy added more warm water to the tub and washed my hair and scrubbed me down. She turned on the shower and rinsed me off. I stepped out of the tub and she dried me off. She had me sit down and rolled my hair in hot rollers and she did my make-up. She then unrolled and styled my hair. Looking in the mirror, I was very impressed. She led me into the bedroom and dressed me. I turned to Sandy and hugged her thanking her for all she did for me. Sandy just blushed. 

This being an off day for us I thought we would go to the mall shopping and get Sandy some nicer things for her, money was not an object with me at this point. We went out and ate at a local diner, before hitting the mall. Sandy was ecstatic and tried on tons of clothes, selecting several nice outfits, nice shoes, and some quality lingerie. We stopped into a salon and I had the girls give Sandy, "the treatment" facial, nails, cut her hair a little shorter and dye the bright red hair a darker auburn, pedicure and the works. While she was being kept busy, I slipped out and hit a local radio shack and got another prepaid phone. On the way back I stopped by a jewelry store and saw an engagement ring I liked and bought in a size just a little larger than I wear. By the time I got back to the salon Sandy was just being finished, I hugged her, and the girls that had worked on her.

We then left and walked around the mall. We had a late lunch at a nice restaurant at the mall after we ate I told Sandy I had something else for her and handed her a small box. She opened it and looked at it and her eyes teared up. She handed the box back and asked me to put it on her finger. I took the ring out of the box and put it on her left ring finger, a perfect fit. Sandy leaned over and kissed my cheek. She then demurely took my hand and held it under the table. We caught a movie at a local theater and made out like teenagers in a dark corner. We returned early to our room at the motel. We undressed and cuddled till we slept.

Come morning I woke and Sandy was again ready for me, still didn't figure how she was always dressed and ready to go before I woke. We got and left the motel. After eating we headed south toward Cincinnati. I again called Agent Carter. Carter answered on the first ring and I asked him how it was going. He said it was going well, that they were preparing to roll up some of the network but needed to see Sandy to make some ID's and for conformation of matters face to face. This sent shivers down my spine I didn't remember telling him about Sandy's name. I told him to fly to Indianapolis and I would contact him again there, and shut the phone down. I changed directions and stopped at a gas station and left that phone in the ladies room. I headed from there to Dayton. I went to the library there and looked up for a tv station and newspaper in Indianapolis and called them on a pay phone and talked to a reporter and gave them a run down of what had occurred and the email address and password to another of the accounts I had set up and left Robert's story with plans of us meeting and agent Carter there in Indianapolis. I asked them to check on Agent Carter and that I would call them back, with the meeting location and time.

We left Dayton and headed to Cincinnati and got a room there. I was very nervous I am not a conspiracy buff, but the things that Sandy had gone through gave me pause to reflect. Sandy noticed my discomfort and tried to console me.

"I know what you are thinking Georgia, and I want you to know I trust you and your instincts. I too am worried about the future. I have seen how you are handling this and I have confidence in you."

"I just want you to be safe, Sandy. I just want our lives to go on together, baby. I am so unsure of myself. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. You have been through so much already girl. I love you!"

"I love you too, Georgia. I am afraid for you, for getting you in this mess. I put my life in your hands and I am not afraid that my trust is misplaced. You have been wonderful to me. You have saved me when my hope was fading."

I told Sandy casual clothes for tomorrow shorts and blouses something we can run in. I then fell asleep, my head in Sandy's lap as she stroked my hair. My sleep was restless at first but I started to feel a sense of strength surround me. Fear just seemed to melt from and I felt an incredible sense of well being. When I woke, my head was still in Sandy's lap and she was still stroking my hair, this time though she was not already dressed.

"Did you get any sleep Sandy, or were you up all night?"

"I got plenty of sleep, hon after you calmed down, and I am looking forward to today dear."

We both got dressed. I checked Sandy's feet which looked pretty good. Allot better than they did so many days ago. The scratches on her legs seemed well on their way to healing. We had our breakfast and started our drive to Indianapolis. I then called the newsies on the prepaid cell phone and asked where a very public mall was with a prominent feature after selecting the site I set a time and got their cell phone numbers. They reported that their sources said that Agent Carter was a reliable person. I then called Agent Carter and set the meeting location for noon at the mall. I turned off the phone and handed my cell phone to Sandy and gave her all the numbers to her. I told Sandy that I would meet Agent Carter first and if I trust him I would call her and come get her. On a whim, at about 9:00 a.m. I called the Indianapolis office of the FBI and talked to an agent by the name of Cunningham I told him I was Georgia Allen and informed him, about Sandy and what was happening, where, when and why I was meeting an Agent Tom Carter from one of the New York offices. That Robert had lived in Albany and was kidnaped from a college in Massachusetts. I also gave him a last E-mail box name and password where he could find some information.

With all said and done we went to the mall. On the way I saw a sporting goods store and we went inside. I found a small pair of binoculars and purchased them, and gave them to Sandy. We arrived at the mall shortly, at about 10:30 a.m.. and just walked thru the mall identifying the meeting site and various places where we could observe. On the second level was a salon that had a window where sandy could observe the meeting place and pass as a patron. I gave Sandy 200 dollars if she needed it for any reason. We went to the other end of the mall and waited for the time window shopping.




Taken Ch. 01



At 11:45 we walked by the salon and Sandy dropped in. I milled around for a few minutes. About 11:55 I saw a man approach the designated spot. I headed to an escalator going down to the ground floor. \

I approached the man and said, "Tom is that you Tom?" like I had run into a friend named Tom. 

He turned to me and his face brightened and said, "Pauline?" reaching out to shake my hand.

We chatted on for several seconds about the case and he asked where Robert was. I replied that he was waiting for a call from me and that I would have to go get him. I told him I wanted to be comfortable before I risked getting Robert in the line of fire. Tom showed me his credentials and his badge. They looked ok. I had seen some like them before, when a friend was investigated for a security clearance with the government.

Sandy stepped outside the salon and with the binoculars watched the meeting. He scanned the crowd that was around and his heart stopped. A face he had not seen in two years was sweeping butts about ten yards away from Georgia. She was sure it was the same one.

Georgia got her cell phone out and called Sandy as she was leaving Tom. Sandy answered on the first ring and hollered one word into the phone "RUN!!!"

Georgia started to sprint away but was tackled by a maintenance man. Agent Carter hollered FBI and approached Georgia and her arms were pulled behind her back and cuffing her. Carter whispered in Georgia's ear and said, "you better get that bitch down here now or you could end up having an accident."

Georgia cried, "I would never put Robert in that position, you'll have to kill me."

A cry came from the escalator, "Let her go! Let her go! It's me you want, let her go!" 

Pinned to the floor Georgia turned her head and saw Sandy running down the escalator toward her and she broke out sobbing hysterically, "Run Sandy! Run away!!"

Georgia saw Sandy grabbed by a bystander and cuffed struggling. She hollered, "No! No! No!" pounding her head on the floor.

Sandy was brought over to where Georgia was. Georgia was lifted roughly off the floor, and both were being escorted toward an exit. Both girls were crying. They rounded a corner to the exit when both heard a chorus from all around us.

"FBI! FBI! Drop your guns!" came from all around us.

Sandy and I were pushed to the ground. People descended on us from all around. Confusion was rampant. We were picked up and hustled out the door. A man approached and asked are you Georgia and Sandy?

I bawled, "yes please let Sandy go I will take her place! Don't torture her again, please!"

"Whoa there girl we are the FBI. Don't worry we aren't here to hurt you. I am agent Cunningham."

TV cameras were descending upon us, and lights were flashing. My cuffs were removed. I turned and saw Sandy and her cuffs being taken off. I ran over to her and threw my arms around her sobbing. We were hustled into a van and driven away. A short time later we were escorted out of the van in an underground garage and into a building, where we were placed into an interrogation room together. We sat there for 30 minutes until Agent Cunningham came in.

"Don't worry now you two are safe we picked up seven people that had closed in on you at the mall and four people at Glenda's home in Albany. Some are spilling their guts out right now trying to make deals with us. Now tell me what happened and why you thought to call me."

Sandy explained how he came to be in this situation and what was done to him, his escape from where he was being held captive and his running into me. I explained my actions from the time I picked up Sandy, and my talking to Agent Carter at his Mom's house, the bogus e-mail accounts and such, the prepaid cell phones and my conversations, my misgivings about this meeting and my conversations with the news people and the call to you on a whim.

Agent Cunningham told us, "that after your call. I checked on agent Tom Carter and called him. He was still in Albany and not in Indianapolis. He shared the information he had gotten from the e-mail account and Carter confirmed some of the information, but that he was not involved in the case. He sent agents to set up surveillance on Glenda's home and they reported suspicious activity. Your Mom is secure by the way Sandy. I rushed and set up an operation at the mall. When the net started closing in on you we were picking out targets who seemed too interested in what was going down and once we were sure of the numbers we collapsed our net around you just in front of the news crews that were there. The agent Carter you met was an ex FBI agent. How he intercepted everything is being investigated. We plan to get to the bottom of things. I have to admit you are two brave, intelligent, gutsy broads. We want to keep you two safe till we roll up this network. We have secured your property from your motel and are going to set you up in a safe house at one of the better hotels in town. Your Mercedes has been towed to our lot till the coast is clear. Georgia your employer has been notified your position there is safe till you can report to work, and Sandy, we are bringing your Mom down now even as we speak."

Georgia spoke up, "don't tell his Mom till she gets here. Let me talk to her first about Robert has been greatly changed from what he was. He prefers to appear as he is now. He is Sandy now."

Sandy was choked with emotion nodded at what Georgia was saying. Agent Cunningham agreed to their request. Hopefully she won't see the news. You two are going to be on national TV and newspapers every where due to such live coverage. We were moved from interrogation to a hotel with two agents stationed outside our door and two female agents were inside our suite. Our luggage had beat us there and placed in one bedroom. We entered our room and showered together and dressed in casual clothes and joined the two agents in the living room. Sandy started giving the two female agents, hair and makeup tips, and they were paying rapt attention to her. She was winning them over as friends. We all chatted and were having a ball almost like girls at a sleep over. After seven hours waiting we were told that Sandy's Mom would be here in half an hour. We both dashed into our bedroom and dressed in our best clothes. We were like two teenage girls getting ready for their first date. Sandy made sure my hair and make-up were conservative but impeccable, before starting on hers. I went out to the livingroom alone and waited. I was a nervous wreck. 

A knock came at the door and one of the agents went to open the door as the other moved to where she could provide cover. The agent at the door checked with the other agent before opening the door. An older woman in her early 40's came in and the door was secured. I approached the woman and asked if she was Glenda. She said that she was. I motioned for her to sit down and introduced myself as Georgia. Robert thought it best if I talked to you first before he meets you. 

"Glenda I want to tell you what your son went through. He has been changed. At college he went to a party where he drank allot of beer. He had been invited by there by a classmate. We figured he might have been drugged. When he came to, he was bound and gagged. He was tortured and beaten, and sold as a slave. He managed to escape from the person who held him and that is when I found him. He was running on the interstate when I saw him and picked him up. I tried to help him and keep him safe. They had threatened to kill him if he ever tried to escape but his will to be free drove him on. I paid for the phone calls to you because I figured you should know that he was alive. I did not feel it was safe to bring him home to you or to notify law enforcement because of the things he said and apparently, in some respects I was right after I talked to agent Carter at your home we kept moving around and using a pre paid cell phones to keep in contact. Agent Carter finally told me that he needed to meet with Robert in connection with the case I arranged to meet Carter here at a mall, but I was not comfortable with the idea and I contacted a TV station, a newspaper and finally the local FBI office here in Indianapolis a bout the meeting. I had arranged to meet him alone and Robert watched from a distance. While I talked with Carter, Robert recognized one of his captors standing near me. When I called him on a cell phone, he told me to run. I was caught before I could get away. Your son came running toward me instead of away from me trying to save me. We were both, taken captive, but an agent from the local office to whom I had talked to rescued us and brought us here. Your son loves you very much and wants to see you so bad but he has been changed, he no longer looks the same and he is afraid to meet you."

Crying Glenda said to me "Georgia is he ok? I need to see him. It has been more than two years and not knowing has been hard."

"Glenda, he is alive and well. He is in the next room and will come out in just a minute. I want to marry your son Glenda. He is such a sweet guy. In the little time I have known him I have grown to love him. I don't want him or you hurt Mom."

I nodded to one of the agents and she went to our room. In a couple of minutes she brought Sandy out. Glenda looked over at her with a puzzled expression on her face and then back at me. I nodded at her and she got up.

Sandy burst into tears and said, "Momma, it's me, Robert," in his high pitched feminine voice.

Glenda ran to her son and both started hugging and crying and kissing each other as parent and child would. I started to leave and got the two agents to go with me to leave them alone. As I was entering the other bedroom, I heard Glenda call out to me.

"Daughter, get your skinny butt over here and give us a hug."

I froze momentarily and turned and said, "me?" 

"Who else would I be talking about?"

I ran over and joined them in a group hug. We sat down on a couch with Mom in the middle and had a good cry. We held onto each other, afraid to let go.

Sandy told his Mom that he preferred to go by Sandy now. They operated on him and gave him breasts and changed his face and voice and put him on female hormones. He said he did not know if he could have children but it might be possible, but I like the way I looked and that he did not want to change that. He asked, "Would, you mind having a daughter instead of a son?"

"I love you hon, whoever you are Robert, or Sandy. You are so beautiful, my dear child, and thank you, Georgia for bringing her back to me. I nearly died when she disappeared from my life so long ago. I am just glad to have her back."

Glenda couldn't get enough hugging on Sandy. Everyone's tears had pretty much subsided. I caught the two agents in the suite peering at us from around the corner. One of them winked at me and gave me a thumb's up.

Glenda then asked Sandy if she could see what those people had done to her. Sandy seemed unsure and looked at me. I just nodded at her. We got up and headed to the bedroom. I helped Sandy, take off her dress. It was then that Glenda noticed the engagement ring and grabbed Sandy's hand as I was trying to pull the dress over her head. Glenda let go of it, long enough for me to finally get the dress off. Sandy stood there in a Camisole, a very short half slip, panties, bra, and pantyhose while Glenda ohhed and ahhed over Sandy's engagement ring. I then took off the camisole and half-slip panty hose and bra, and Sandy stood there covering her breasts with one arm.

Glenda looked at Sandy closely. She looked at Sandy's face and inspected his cheekbones which held implants and her nose which had been altered. She looked at her throat where the larynx had been modified to disguise his Adam's apple. Sandy dropped her arm covering her breasts and Glenda looked closely at the enlarged and darkened and enlarged areolae and at this time her erect nipples. 

"You were given hormones right," Glenda asked. Sandy nodded. "You will need to see a doctor then Sandy for a maintenance dose then." 

She felt Sandy's firm breasts and found a trace of a scar near the arm pits where the implants had been introduced beneath the pectoral muscles. Glenda's hands followed Sandy's sides to her waist and found the scars near her navel where lipo-suction had been performed. She noticed the smooth V of Sandy's panty and asked if she had been cut there also. Sandy shook her head no, then turned and reached into her panty and pulled her penis out from between her legs and tucked it in the front of her panty and turned back around. Sandy's scrotum and penis were now pouched in the front of her panty. Glenda found the hip and butt implants. 

Glenda stepped back and appraised Sandy from head to toe and then she looked Sandy in the eyes and said, "my you are lovely, my daughter. I know they hurt you and took things from you that you can never recover, but they did an exceptional job on making you beautiful outside. One thing they never could touch though Sandy is the beauty inside you. I am proud to be your mother, don't ever forget that my dear." 

Another round of hugs and tears followed and I got a silk nightie and silk robe for Sandy to wear. Sandy put her 3- inch heels back on and tucked her penis back between her legs. We went back to the living room to sit and talked. Glenda waved the two female agents over to join us. One of the agents ordered coffee and finger sandwiches and joined us. We talked for hours I told them all about myself and the job. I have a job waiting in Chicago. Glenda talked about their family life and also about what had transpired in the last two years since Sandy went missing. Sandy talked some about what had happened to her but left out huge portions of her story that she didn't want to tell her Mom. About three in the morning Sandy fell asleep in my arms, so we just stayed there. Glenda went to the second bedroom where her things were placed and went to bed.

I awoke and Sandy was gone. I got up and went to our bedroom and she was coming out of our bedroom dressed and made-up. I asked, "how do you do that girl? Every time I get up you are always dressed to kill, made-up and ready to go."

"Two years of training, to get by on short sleep, and always be ready for my masters and mistresses. I had to, to avoid punishment, and now, I want to be ready for you, my love. I like casual clothes don't get me wrong, but I love and prefer to look like this. I love big hair and soft silks, smooth satins, crepes, chiffons, taffetas, and all things feminine. I hope you don't mind."

I had to hug her again and said, "I don't mind as long as you love me, you can wear whatever you want." 

Sandy helped me to get ready. She was so good at it and could do it faster than I could alone. Sandy loved to make me look at least as good if not better than she looked, and believe me, it is hard to look better than Sandy.

We met with agent Cunningham and Sandy had a physical to determine what changes had been made on her and to document her condition for the prosecution. It was a long day. Sandy was x-rayed, blood taken, urine, stool samples, semen samples, she was poked, prodded, reflexes tested, and examined in minute detail. Sandy spent a couple of hours alone with a psychiatrist. I was then taken to see the same psychiatrist, who talked to me about what happened and my relationship with Sandy. 

He spoke to me saying, "Sandy has asked me to be open to you about her condition. She is made of some stern stuff and she has come out reasonably well, but she should continue counseling. Robert still exists but he prefers his Sandy's personae. Not a true multiple personality but being Sandy is his coping mechanism. She is ok for now but things can change. You have been strong for her and she needs that strength. You should seek some counseling too. You have been through a lot in the last week and it would not hurt you to talk it over with someone also." 

Sandy had gotten a prescription for female hormones and I picked up the pills on the way to the hotel. Agent Cunningham had met with us and told us that they had arrested 25 people and rescued 10 captives but had only scratched the surface. 

Glenda sold her home in Albany and moved in with us in Chicago. She helped plan our wedding. We bought a four-bedroom home and I had Sandy set about decorating our new place. Sandy sought our advice but we left most of the decisions to her. We are happy. 

To be continued...



Taken Ch. 01



You saw me in the club under the smoky, multihued lights. I wore a short skirt, low-cut top, and thigh-high boots with thin stiletto heels. Standard club gear.

You did not think I was a standard club girl. You decided, watching me dance, watching me flirt...watching me tease...that you would have me.

I didn't see you behind me when I left the club, heading up the grime-encrusted sidewalk. I didn't hear you, either...you moved like a hunter, silent, patient, aware. Up the street to the parking garage...you followed me in, and I never knew you were there.

I got to my car. There was nobody else parked on that level, and I stopped behind the vehicle, fumbling with my keys. I didn't hear anything, nor did I see any moving shadow, but suddenly you were there behind me, one arm tight around my waist, the other clamped over my mouth to cover the squeal of alarm your sudden presence caused. Your lips were close to my ear, your breath sounded far too loud to me...when you spoke, it was like the voice of God. To me, at least.

"Shh. Don't move...I promise you will enjoy this, my little slut."

I froze. I didn't know if you were armed, I was so afraid to turn and look, or even protest. I think something deep inside me wanted this, wanted to be fucked by a total stranger in a filthy parking garage. I think you had me already, though neither of us knew it. Still, whatever it was that wanted this made me relax, lean back against you, stop fighting.

"Mm. Good girl." You pressed me down, then, bent me over the trunk of my car, held me there with one hand between my shoulder blades. Your other hand was busy, roughly kneading my ass through the thin cotton of my skirt. I squirmed, whimpering softly, and this made you laugh. You yanked the skirt up to my waist, and laughed harder.

"Oh...you little whore...no underwear, hmm?"

I whimpered again, blushing hotly. I had forgotten about that. I never wore panties anymore, but nobody ever knew about it unless I wanted them to. Normally. I wanted to slap you for calling me that, or at least argue, but the word had another effect entirely on my body. I pushed back against you, grinding my bare ass into the rough denim of your jeans. I could feel your stiff cock; I shivered...My mind screamed at me to stop acting the slut, but my traitorous body ignored it, pressing eagerly, even hungrily against you.

Another laugh, this one dark and mocking, then a heavy slap to my right asscheek. The sound echoed and rebounded off the walls of the parking garage. I moaned softly, paused in my writhing, and you spanked me again for emphasis. "Oh, no, my little toy. Not yet."

I whimpered pleadingly, but you ignored the sound; both of your hands moved roughly and painfully to squeeze my ass. After what felt like forever, the fingers of one hand dipped almost gently to touch my sopping-wet twat. A low chuckle. "My god...you really /are/ a little whore. Do you have any idea how sloppy your cunt is right now...?"

I flushed again, face pressed into the cold metal of my car. I wanted to cry tears of shame. I was embarassed, but at the same time, my pussy was still begging for attention. You laughed again, then obliged it, ramming two fingers deep into me, using them to fuck me roughly and painfully. I moaned again, wiggling my ass in a tacit plea for more.

You stopped then. I actually /did/ cry, the tears falling silently to the metallic surface beneath me. God, I needed to be fucked. I heard you breathe in deep, through your nose, then you suckled noisily at something for a moment. Finally you spoke. "Mm...that's tasty...I think I'll have more...don't move, slut." You fell silent, and I almost turned to look, but then the electric-shock feeling of a tongue caressing my clit froze me in place. I groaned loudly, began to move, rocking back hard against your face. You pulled away, slapped my ass sharply, spoke sternly. "Don't move, whore. I thought I made that abundantly fucking clear. Do it again, and I just won't let you finish."

I whimpered; lowered my head to the car again, my shoulders slumped in defeat. You had won, but did not know it yet.

I felt your tongue slide gently across my clitoris again, this time I did not move, other than tremors I could not supress. The tremors turned to a constant tremble, which must have alerted you to my impending orgasm, because you stopped. I know you were licking my pussy off your lips as you regarded me silently. I heard the buzz of a zipper moving, and suddenly felt what was unmistakably the head of your cock running lightly up and down the length of my pussy.

"Tell me, little toy...what is it you want...?"

I whimpered unintelligibly. You continued your slow motions over my cunt. "What was that, girl? I couldn't make it out..."

I whispered inaudibly, "Fuck me. Please."

You teased my clit with your cockhead. "One more time..." Your voice was kindly when you spoke, and it confused me, caused me to cry as I finally choked the words out audibly. "P...please...fuck me..."

"As you wish."

I gasped as you thrust the full length of your cock into me, hard, bruising my hips against the trunk of the car. You pulled back and slammed into me again, grabbed me by the hips, began pounding, pistonlike, into my aching hole. I'm sure I made some sounds, as I heard the whimpering and moaning echo back at me, but I have no recollection now of ever having produced those noises. I know I was close, and you leaned over and growled into my ear.

"Cum on my cock, bitch. It's the only way you'll get to finish, I promise..."

Your words were like a catalyst; I came hard, my body spasming wildly. As reality whirled into a tornado of pleasure and pain, despair and bliss, I heard you behind me grunting like an animal. I felt your fingers dig into my hips as your pounding increased in speed and strength. As I fell to the car, spent, you came inside me, cock twitching erratically, adding your come to my own in the depths of my hole. I whimpered once, and you chuckled, leaning over me again to drop an almost loverly kiss on my shoulder. "Get yourself together and go home, my toy...you'll see me again..."

I felt empty as you pulled out of me. I continued to lay over my car's trunk, ass in the air, fluid running freely from my cunt and down my thighs. I waited until I could breathe again, then straightened, fixing my skirt reflexively, looking around for you...

...you were already gone, and had left no sign that you'd ever been there.



Taken Ch. 01



Please be advised, this story contains the following elements: Non-consent / Reluctance / BDSM.

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Dear Reader: 

I won't lie to you and say that I didn't have anything to do with the following events that transpired. I won't tell you that I was just an innocent victim, because that isn't true. I asked for this, played with fire, let the monster into my life, and naively thought that i could somehow control the outcome of what was to ultimately be ... and in retrospect, (hindsight 20/20,) i don't think i truly understood what the consequences of my desire would produce, nor comprehend the fiery need that burned within my soul. 

To give you a quick background to this story, i will tell you that there was a period of time in my life, two years ago, where I discovered - and really embraced - my submissive needs, explored them, alone, on my own ... well - until I met Him. 

We both felt as though we were "sent" to one another because it all happened so magically and perfectly, and we instantly felt that "connection." No one had ever understood me so completely like He did. I felt as though He was my destiny, and every experience I had ever had in life, up until now, had led me to Him. 

For several months we gracefully danced the dance of D/s: through stories and poems written passionately for one another, exploring mutual desires through dreams. We had never met in person, although I pleaded and begged on instant messenger, and cried real tears as He denied my requests time and time again. i didn't understand (at the time) that His denial of my wishes to meet face-to-face was actually Him training me - molding my mind and bending my unbridled desire to His will. 

i was young in my newfound submission, inexperienced, afraid, full of doubts, and consequently i tested His patience on a continual basis instead of simply trusting Him. He had a plan that i was not privy to knowing. My impatience was our ultimate demise. 

i turned and ran in the other direction when my new world became too uncomfortable to brave. i ran down a familiar, well-treaded, vanilla-bean path, back to my old life, and tried to convince myself that I would never look back. However, i've learned that when you unlock the secret part of your heart and soul where those dark desires reside, there really is no chance that you will remain unaffected and be able to just "go back to normal." 

It was late on a dewy Friday night, and I was pretty much the only one out on the wooded jasmine-scented trail, just walking and cooling Huck, my five-year old Arabian stallion, down from a nice ride we had enjoyed. It was unseasonably warm for a March evening, as we trotted along, smiling. The gentle wind felt refreshing against my sweaty, dusty face. 

When we got back to the stables, I was a little surprised to see Jackson in his truck backing out of his make-shift parking space in the dirt. 

"Miss Natalie," Jackson rolled his window down as I hopped off of Huck and held his reigns in my hand. "You're the last rider out, and I need to leave early to pick up my son from the airport -- he's coming for the holiday weekend. You gonna be okay here alone?" His genuine concern touched my heart. 

"Of course," I smiled at the old farmhand. "No worries, Jackson, I can turn the stable lights off after I finish grooming Huck." 

"Thanks much, Miss Natalie." He put the beat-up pick-up into drive, "have a nice weekend!" 

"Thanks Jacks, you too!" I waved at him through the dust his tires kicked up, and then i turned to Huck, stroking his neck. 

"Looks like it's just you and me, kid." I mewed to Huck. Of course my horse couldn't answer me, but he understood -- I could see it in his eyes and the way he shook his head, as I led him over to the cross-ties so I could take off his tack and groom him before saying goodnight. 

The moonless night was quiet, save for the distant hum of a nearby freeway. I proudly walked Huck through the corridor of the stable, where the other horses either nibbled lazily on hay, or stood silently observing the gorgeous chestnut stallion and his pretty owner with the same color hair tied in a long, loose pony-tail, as we strode by on our way to Huck's pen. 

Just as I was opening his gate, the stable lights cut out and everything went pitch black. Someone grabbed me by my ponytail and yanked me backward with full force. My feet slid out from underneath me, as Huck whinnied loudly, pulling from my grasp on his reigns. I tumbled backward, and I heard him kick the metal gate with his hoof! 

I screamed in shock, "Huck!" 

A black hood zipped over my head, and another pair of large, dirty hands grabbed me by my feet, as I struggled and twisted in their grip. My arms were seized tightly behind me, and a voice growled in my ear to "shut the fuck up, otherwise my horse would end up at the glue factory." I shuddered with fear, and panicked, immediately obliging their demand. 

It all happened so fast ... I was hustled into what I could only imagine to be a van, because of the sliding door sound I could identify, sliding closed to seal my fate. Once I was thrown inside, the van tore off down the dirt road that led out of the vacant stables. 

I was too shocked to cry, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my body, and I couldn't process all of this at once. The distinct sound of male voices were surrounding me -- three, I think. 

They had me laying face pressed down on a long bench seat. One of them tying my feet together, roughly, another tying my arms behind me, and one driving the van. They were speaking in some sort of coded language -- not a foreign language, but rather communicating in some kind of code so that I couldn't decipher anything they were discussing. 

My heart raced, I was hyperventilating behind the dark fabric that shielded my core senses. I tried to quiet my mind, to calm my breath, to assess the situation, and try to plot my course of action, but I was concerned about Huck's well-being. 

"My horse..." I mumbled into the hood, my face pressed against the cool seat. I pictured my beautiful stallion whinnying distressed around the dark stables. 

"He's fine, Natalie." Chills coursed through my body -- how did this man know my name. "Trust me, bitch, we weren't there for your fucking horse." He hissed into my cloth-covered ear. 

The man chuckled deep and sinisterly, his cohorts joining in on the amusement. "Now shut up, otherwise I'll stuff my cock in your mouth to make you quiet." His big hand pressed my face into the seat as if to punctuate his command. 

I swallowed hard and clenched my jaw, feeling like I might vomit inside the hood. Who were these men, what did they want with me? Were they going to gang rape me, and then kill me? Sell me to some crazy all-American-girl-next-door-prostitution ring? I couldn't imagine what other use they'd have for me. It isn't like my husband and I have some great source of wealth, we're just your average upper-middle class, white collar "dinks," (double income, no kids.) 

We drove for what seemed to be about forty-five minutes, (and a small lifetime,) when the van rolled to a stop and the sliding door was flung open again. When my captors hauled me out of the van like a baby piglet on her way to the fire-pit, I could smell the distinct scent of the ocean; the air was heavy and wet with the thick aroma of salt. 

They carried me onto a boat and i totally lost it; i began to sob and heave, my body trembling from fear of the fate that lay ahead of me. I just imagined having my lifeless, lithe corpse dumped in the middle of the dark ocean - which oddly enough, is one of my biggest fears - and no one knowing where I had disappeared to in the dark of a moonless March night. 

"Be brave, little one." A voice different than those of the men who had captured, me suddenly piqued my attention. I knew this voice. I recognized Him by his tone. 

"Leave her." The same familiar voice commanded, and the brutal men obviously complied, because i could hear their heavy footsteps departing the boat, and the sound of the van speeding away into the night. 

Now it was just Him and me. 

My mind reeled with possibilities -- a veritable game of memory -- as I tried to correlate the voice to someone i knew. I stood froze, tears silently drizzling down my face, hot from being contained inside of the hood. I felt helpless, frightened, and had no plan of my own to rectify the situation. 

The animal instinct in me told me to comply with His demands, gain His trust and then seize an exit strategy when I found an ample opportunity. But how? 

I felt Him walk closer to me, examining my body, the way my limbs had been secured for the transport to Him. He tugged on the rope which held my arms behind my back, so severely that my supple breasts jutted out for display to Him. 

"Tsk." He quietly chastised their handy work with the rope. "A little snug here, love?" 

He began undoing the knot that held my arms together. "I guess you probably gave them a decent fight." He quietly chortled at the thought of me being snatched for Him. 

"Let's let these pretty arms have a rest for a moment," He began to undo the knot in the rope, and then abruptly pulled my shirt-collar back, forcing it to constrict against my throat and cough. "But Natalie, now, darling little whore, I'm trusting you not to flail about, you got that?" 

I did not respond out of sheer protest. He slapped my face, (which had been quite unexpected,) and the thin fabric of the hood didn't buffer the shock of his abrupt strike. 

"I asked you a question, slut." He grunted angrily at me, demanding my response. 

I started to whimper, "yes. Ok. i got it." 

"Oh brother. Do we really have to start all over at the very beginning?" He sighed deeply, and sounded exasperated with me. "Yes, Ok, WHAT?"

Oh. My. God. The realization just now struck me. Justin. He is Justin. Justin. Oh god. 

Panic once again took up residence again in my tiny body. But mixed with panic was a shudder of lust, and the feeling that only He could ever inspire within me: to be turned on in the most erotic way i have ever experienced. 

"Yes, Sir." I muttered quietly in between shuddering sobs, compliant to His will. Though I would be loathe admitting it to Him, I felt a rush of heat and wetness alight in my cunt as i surrendered to Him. 

"Good girl." He undid the rope, and rubbed my forearms. "I think we'll put on the cuffs, because, let's face it -- you're not going anywhere soon." He chortled, "and we can't have your pretty little limbs getting all numb and losing circulation." 

He moved my limp arms to be in front of me, and latched on thick, lambs wool-lined cuffs. 

"Now, I'm probably being way too kind here, but I sense that you've been pretty scared by all of this -- which, of course, was my intention, pet." He chuckled to himself. "I am going to remove your hood, and I'm trusting that you will not scream. Is that correct? Do I have your word slut?" 

"Yes, Sir." I whispered. 

"Because I bet you're a little thirsty, and although you're talented, I'm willing to wager that you can't drink through that hood." He laughed his husky laugh again, amused at His handiwork, and gently removed the hood that had been secured over my head. 

I blinked slowly several times, letting my eyes adjust to the change of light. I took in my surroundings: we were the bowels of some sort of sailing vessel - a yacht, a sailboat, i wasn't sure. The walls were caverns of thick dark burgundy vinyl padding, a bowl of fruit on a table nearby, a couple of water bottles on the same table, ropes and suspension bars rigged up against one of the walls that a bed lay underneath of, and Him -- the man, no - the Dom, the Man who owned my heart, soul and body -- the One with whom i had only ever exchanged written correspondence, or had listened longingly as His voice read me stories He had written for me on those nights where we explored the most intimate and secret caverns of our souls via messenger and webcam. 

He had, in all the time we had gotten to know one another, never shown me His face; only allowing me to see His strong hands as they typed those magical, sensual words to me, and his beautiful, thick cock that i, alone, could make harder than anyone else He had ever known. 

I studied Him as He stood before me, transfixed with wonderment, desire and fear. He was the most handsome man i had ever seen ... deep, piercing, kind, with a tinge of sinister, night-blue eyes, and a smile that i believed was meant only for me; absolutely perfect alignment of all His features. And exactly as i had dreamt of Him to be when i was lucky enough to dream about Him as i lay unfulfilled in my bed. 

He brushed stray sweaty hairs out of my eyes and caressed my cheek with the back of His hand as he looked into the depths of my eyes, peering into my heart. 

"Here." He said as he moved a bottle of water to my mouth. "Drink this." 

I gulped it down, thankfully, like a little animal dependent on her master for sustenance. Some of the water spilled out of my mouth and onto my chest. 

"Thank you, Sir." I remembered my manners, despite my disdain for His having kidnapped me, and He appreciated that. 

"Very nice, pet, very nice." He put the empty water bottle on the nearby table, and took a tangerine from the bowl, peeling it with care as He studied me. "Since you are such a sweet little slut, I'll let you have some of this tangerine." He held it just out of my mouth's reach, as if to taunt me momentarily. 

He fed me with affection and awe, the way I would imagine Hades had fed Persephone the pomegranate seeds when He had kidnapped her and taken her to the underworld to become his mistress in the darker months of the year. 

He pressed the last little wedge of tangerine into my mouth, smiling at me. 

"Such a pretty mouth, slut." His fingers lingered inside the warm cavern of my mouth. "Soft lips." He said beneath his breath. 

Unwittingly, I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed. My desire could not be hidden from Him. 

"I see what a dirty little girl you are, Natalie." He stared into the darkest part of my soul and I couldn't obstruct His view. "My little whore." 

He pulled His fingers away and got my attention by grabbing my ponytail and yanking my head back. He put his mouth right against my neck, in that spot just below my ear, the tenderest of all spots, and hissed at me. 

"On your knees, slut. Let's see what that pretty mouth feels like on my cock." He shoved me down to the floor and angrily undid his pants. 

His massive, hard cock sprung out, greeting my face, and i cherished taking Him completely into my watering, ready mouth. To say the feeling of lust and desire was overwhelming would be an understatement. He had His hands gripped tightly on the back of my head, thrusting my face against His rigid member, burying the length of his fat cock into my face, cramming Himself deep down my throat. It was all i had ever wanted to do for Him, feeling Him fill my soul. 

After about thirty-something succulent rides on His perfect cock, my mouth could tell He was close to cumming: His dick twitched rapidly against my glottis, and then He ripped my head away from Him, denying me. Precum and saliva were glistening on my lips and chin. The look of submission was heavy in my eyes, as i stared up at Him with want. 

"Not worthy of my orgasm, you little slut." I trembled and a little tear dripped down my cheek as i hung my head in shame. He didn't notice the tear, or if He did, he said nothing. 

He pulled his trousers back up and left me alone in a little heap on the floor while He sauntered across the cabin and returned with a riding crop -- MY riding crop! He whisked it through the air. My eyes widened. He chuckled and shook His head at me. 

"You're so cute when you get all frightened at the punishment that you know you're going to receive. " He shook his head at me, slapping the crop against the palm of His other hand. "Don't act like you're surprised, you dirty little girl." 

He used the slapping end of the crop to push my chin up so that my eyes were visible to His. He cocked His head to the side for a moment, as if deciding my fate, and then produced a little ball gag from behind His back with the other hand. I bit my bottom lip and whimpered, though i said nothing. 

"Oh, slut, you're such a spoiled brat." He determined, as He fastened the ball gag on me, quickly untied the rope that held my feet together, and commanded me with a sharp smack from the crop on my ass. "Stay on your knees, now, and follow me." 

I obediently scurried after Him, on my knees, (which was superbly difficult without the use of my hands, i quickly discovered,) still dressed in my riding outfit of tight denim pants, tall dark brown riding boots and a thin, tight-fitting, faded-black, long-sleeved tee. I trailed behind Him up a short flight of stairs to the deck, and then up another, shorter flight of stairs, to the Captain's room. 

He instructed me to kneel quietly with my head bowed while He expertly maneuvered the boat out of the harbor and into open waters. 

About fifteen minutes into our trip, once we had left the slow putt through the harbor, He broke the silence. "Natalie." My name rolled off His tongue as though He had named me Himself. 

I didn't know if He wanted me to acknowledge Him, or if He was just taking a pause before continuing on with His dialogue, so i just tilted my head a little to the side in an effort to show Him that i was paying attention. 

He removed His hands from the wheel and unlatched my ball gag. 

"A question?" He stated more than asked. 

I knew this game. We had played it so many times during our instant messenger liaisons, before I ran from Him back to my old life. The rules were never the same for both of us. 

"Yes, Sir." i obliged, as i always had. 

He looked down at me and put one hand on top of my head. "Does your husband know what a little slut of a wife he has married?" the words hung out there on the horizon like dirty, soiled bed-sheets. 

I was flush with contempt - angered, frustrated, betrayed by my own desire. I breathed hard and didn't answer Him. He gripped my hair; all disheveled but still in some semblance of a pony-tail, and yanked it back so that my eyes looked up at His. 

"Does he know what a little cock-hungry whore you are, Natalie?" He demanded. 

"No." I whispered. "Sir, he does not." I knew the tears could come if only i let my breath out. 

He stared at me, devouring my soul with his piercing gaze. I didn't breathe. 

"You want to ask me something, darling little slut?" He released His grip from my hair and stroked the top of my head. I felt like i was being set up. He smiled, cunningly. 

I stared at Him with defiance, and asked, "Why did You do this?" Tears felt salty hot behind my eyeballs, but i commanded myself not to let Him see me cry. 

He didn't flinch, rather just grinned in condescension. 

"Why did I take back what is rightfully mine?" He said with no wavering emotion. "Or why did I give you this gift that you were too timid to ask me for?" 

i closed my eyes and squeezed them shut, frustrated by the truth of His response, realizing that He was right and that my query was purely rhetorical. 

He snorted with satisfaction at having turned my question back onto me. "You never ask the crucial questions, little one." My eyes were still shut, but i could hear the smile in His voice, "but you're so damn cute." 

He steered the vessel into the dark of the ocean, where I imagined us now in middle of nowhere. i could hear nothing but the sounds of the water lapping gently against the sides of the boat, like the tides of desire washing higher and higher against the walls of my heart. 

He pressed a button on the control panel and a wrenching, churning sound conveyed to me that He must have dropped the anchor down, so that we'd stay put wherever we were floating in the dark watery folds of this dream. 




Taken Ch. 01



Because, i must be dreaming ... i must be ... dreaming. 

I suddenly felt as though i were swooning. Not that i even know what swooning would feel like, but i felt close to passing out, and all these pretty, silver stars shot through my minds' eye, littering my inner-vision, and i felt utterly lightheaded -- like falling through a dreamy abyss. 

"Nat!" Justin caught me with His muscular, tanned arm in one fail swoop, before my little skull could smack against the wall. He scooped me up in His arms. 

He rushed me off the deck and down again, down those musty stairs, down to the hull where i had first been deposited by those thugs of His. 

I felt myself drifting between two realms of reality, and was unsure which one i would slip into permanently. 

Cold water -- not salty -- fresh, purified, freezing-Alaskan-cold water was being poured over my head and He was holding me in a tub, kissing me, petting me like a child, while i gasped awake and stared in amazement at Him with silent appreciation and trust ... we smiled at each other with the understanding that we could survive only with one another, and no one else, despite anything that life dished out to us. 

We shared that awareness for a tentative moment, and my heart plunged to my stomach like an elevator dropping eighty-seven feet from the top of the world trade center, as i realized for the very first time in my life i experienced the feeling of complete trust and comfort and absolute assurance that someone beside myself really cared about my well-being and my precious life. 

We both had the semblance of tears in our eyes, and time ceased -- well, it slowed down; everything became very sluggish, with the light shifting into very soft, muted colors. The water drenching me in spurts and droplets, so that I could actually see the molecules breaking down -- as we existed, together, in the middle of the dark-blue-black waters that our existence was floating upon, relying on, at this very moment. 

He lifted me out of the naked, cold, shivering tub. And wrapping a plush, creamy towel around my tiny body, He carefully dried me off by rubbing the terry cloth against my skin. 

"Slut," He cooed in my ear while brushing my hair, and tying two pig-tails off to either side of my head. 

He licked his lips, breathing in the tiny, cavernous erotic orifice on the side of my head, sending my desire spinning off into a thousand places of longing. I just wanted Him inside of me, in whatever capacity. 

He shoved me away from Him and to the floor just as I was swooning and total putty, willing to do anything to make Him happy ... to please Him. I'd do whatever. I'd comply, only please, just command me, Sir. That's the look that must have been impressed upon my face and in my body. 

"You're tricks are no use to you here, slut." He grabbed my wrist with a slight of His hand and dragged me over to the bed, my tender, bare ass sliding against the soft silky silver--grey comforter. In His arms i felt like a little hummingbird in the hands of a giant, who could crush me with just the squeeze of a few fingers. 

My wrists were deftly secured to either side of a suspension bar that was latched to a hook bolted in the ceiling. A hook - humungous silver "o-ring" attached to a long rod that would allow the latch to slide back and forth, so that my body could be turned and twisted -- manipulated -- to His liking. 

He noticed my eyes widen at the realization that i was going to be completely immobile, and entirely at His mercy, so He left me momentarily with my arms spread above my head like an angel, and snatched a thick, black blindfold from His invisible bag of tricks. He loved depriving me of my senses, knew that i was more submissive and vulnerable in that state. 

In one speedy motion the blindfold was fastened, blunting my vision. He whisked the crop through the air and slapped my inner thighs briskly, as instruction to open them wider. Instinctually, i obeyed this physical command. 

He drove two fingers deep inside my aching, smoldering cunt. I moaned behind the gag. 

"Yes, my hot little cum-slut." He wedged the fingers deeper inside of me, and pulled them out, leaving me with a terrible craving. 

I heard Him sniff, and then suck the fingers that had been lodged inside of my pussy. "your body was made to be owned and used for My liking." 

He yanked each of my ankles to the sides, bending my legs at the knee, and tied them open wide to rope anchors that were hidden on the sides of the bed i hung above. 

"Count and be gracious, little slut." He demanded as he swirled me around so that my round, unmarked ass faced Him. And He didn't waste one millisecond before bringing his whole hand down swiftly on my right butt cheek. 

"Ow," I only acknowledged this shock within my internal dialogue. 

His smack took the wind out of me, but i somehow managed a meager, "One. Thank You, Sir," with a broken voice, pleading for another. 

"Good girl, you little cock-hungry bitch." Smack! That was 'two' and i told Him so, thanking Him again. 

"You know you're going to have to make it to at least a hundred before I even entertain the idea of touching your clit or giving you any pleasure at all, slut, don't you?" 

I suddenly realized there was no chance of using my desperate, pleading antics on Justin. He knew me and my deviant ways far too well. 

It was becoming more and more clear that He did, indeed, own me. I belonged to Him. And i would do whatever it took to please Him, and only Him. 



Taken Ch. 01



She looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed 'oh going to be late if this lady doesn't hurry up'. She looked at the lady impatiently wanting to just pay for her sandwich and go. The deli was close to her work but the office she worked in was high up in the building. Tapping her foot restlessly she looked at the clock again finally the woman rang her up shortly after. Her irritation must have shown well as the lady gave her a nasty look. She grabbed her sandwich and turned to see someone staring at her from the corner of the deli. He was sitting in the booth drinking a soda and just gave her smile and nod. She thought nothing of it and returned a reserved grin. She felt a bit uncomfortable though as she left feeling his stare. She shrugged figuring she is just being silly. He was just a man who was being friendly. She hurried up and got back to the office. She was greeted with a pile of paperwork on her desk and a short note telling her she needed to stay late and have it finished and ready for review. She headed to the lunchroom and ate her sandwich in silence. Being pretty new at the office she had no real friends yet and hoped that the get together she planned later in the month would change that. Oh how she hated days like this it seemed nothing was going right. These nights of working late at least filled the hours since her social life was non-existent. 

Hours later she sat at the desk her work almost complete. After hours she would wear her headphones and listen to a little music to keep her going. Glancing outside she noticed it was dark already. Then she stood up stretched away some of the tension in her neck and shoulders. She quickly gathered up the paperwork, which were now neatly ready for review, and put them on her boss' desk. Happily she gathered up her jacket and cleaned up the desk. She was feeling good to have finished all the required work and headed out to the dim parking lot. 

He sat in the van watching her out the window as she walked out of the building. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses trying to be inconspicuous. He had watched her for quite awhile everyday. He made it to the deli any day that she went. She had once been very rude to him cutting in line for her sandwich. He felt she needed to be punished for her rudeness. He also felt very drawn to her and wanted to know her better. Watching her had been interesting and he soon had found out where she lived. He knew about her break up with her boyfriend, which he was not surprised to see. How could such a man handle one like her. She was quite stubborn on the outside but he could sense her loneliness. Much of him wished to punish her and make her realize her place. Another part of him felt for her after seeing her routine of ordering take out. He limited his time of following her because he did have to work someday his employees could not handle everything. He felt it was more like hunting you have to know your prey. He knew he wanted her to belong to him. He felt she would also want this someday at least. During this time he had also been preparing. He brought himself out of his thoughts and watched as she neared her car. 

Looking up she saw a van it made her a little Leary she hated it when they parked so close to her car. She looked but could not really see anything because the one light nearby reflected off the darkened glass. At that moment she cursed herself for running so late this morning that she had to park so far. She took out her keys and walked to the door of her car the key would not fit there was something sticky like gum in the keyhole. While she was trying to unclog it, she heard from behind a door sliding open. His arm grabbed around her ribs and the other hand over her mouth and pulled her inside the van.

She kicked at him and struggled but his grip was firm. Her mind was racing wondering what to do. She fumbled with her keys trying to poke him with it. He grabbed her wrist painfully making her drop the keys to the floor. His arm was still around her she could feel him pressed against her back. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it and was sure he could too. He pulled her back and wrapped his legs around her so he could have the use of his arm. Looking out the corner of her eye she watched him as he tore off a large piece of duct tape using his hand and teeth. 

He watched her eyes get very big as he tore the tape off the roll. He could feel himself getting hard with anticipation. Her fear was quite exciting to him. He placed the tape over her mouth firmly he did not want her alerting any security guards. Though he knew by watching them that they were a lazy group of men. With her mouth securely taped he could hear her muffled whimpers this pleased him. He took out the restraints he had waiting they were attached to some rope already. Holding her wrists tightly he placed them in the leather straps and tightened them. Closing the buckles so she had a little room for movement but not enough to escape. He could feel her getting a bit tired he pulled her to the back of the van where there were some metal loops in the floor. He secured her to them by her hands then her feet she could then only wiggle so much. 

She was shaking she could not believe what was happening. She kept closing her eyes and opening them hoping this was all a dream. She lay there secured to the floor of the van. Her heart just kept beating so fast the adrenaline starting to wear off as exhaustion sets in. He sat by her for just a moment smiling at her with a wicked grin. She now recognized him from the deli that afternoon. She had feelings of being looked at recently but thought she was just imagining things. Soon he left holding her keys and she heard her car take off. 

He drove at a normal pace knowing the guards driving it a few blocks away inside a long term parking structure for the airport. He pulled his hooded sweatshirt over his head. He did not want any security cameras to get a good glimpse of him. He felt very excited at the prospect of having his own slave girl. He knew deep down she would break and become his he had no doubt. He hurried up and got back climbing in the van. She had been there now for a little while her struggles to get free only tired her out during his absence. "Don't wear yourself out too fast little girl its just begun" he said, as he laughed. She could only mumble and give him dirty looks in reply. He got into the drivers seat and drove out of the parking lot. 

As she lay there her thoughts turned to who might of seen her leave. Maybe the security cameras would have taped this happening. The rumble of the engine making her ears tickle as the vibration came through the floor. Music from the radio making her head hurt worse that it already was. 'What is he going to do to me' she thought. She noticed he glanced in the mirror at her now and then. She knew it was the man from the deli why did he choose her. This was all so much for her to grasp. She kept trying to clear her head so she can think. Maybe she could trick him to get out or maybe pay him off. Did he want to kill her, rape her; these thoughts kept swimming in her head. Obviously by the situation he planned this it was not spur of the moment temptation. This only made her more upset with herself for not paying more attention and listening to her gut. 

He sang along to the song on the radio and glanced back at her from time to time. Everything was going smoothly so far. They drove for quite awhile to get far outside of the city. He had chosen this place rented it out for a couple weeks and prepared it well for the events to come. He had submissive women and slaves before but this would be a new challenge for him. Slowly they pulled up to the house in the woods the windows were all dark and the only light came from the porch. 

She had fallen asleep for a short while but woke as they pulled into the driveway. In her confusion she now was really upset not knowing how far she was from the city and did not know what time it was. It was still dark so that was of some comfort that they couldn't be that far off. Many scenarios of escape ran through her head but they quickly disappeared as the van side door opened. He was watching her and her heart jumped in fear as he started to come closer. Soon he was over her on his knees one on either side of her. His hands gliding over her arms, breasts and then giving them a slight pinch. She squirmed and tried to holler at him from under the tape 'how dare he touch me' she thought. Sensing her anger he chuckled and gave her a wicked grin and said "you best mind your sassiness little girl". Soon he pulled the ropes from the metal loops in the floor but left them tied to the restraints to lead her with. 

She pulled back hard on the restraints trying to keep from being led up the steps. Quickly he turned to her giving her a very harsh stare and said, "I suggest you get up these steps or you will see how much worse you make things". At first she did not listen but something in the way he was looking at her made her realize he meant what he said. Tears started to flow from her eyes as she followed him her body shaking with every step. Once inside he pulled her again leading her down the hall flipping a couple light switches here and there. Not wanting her to get a good idea of the lay out he hurried her along. First place they went was the bathroom he placed her on the counter and reached up yanking the tape off her mouth. 

She screamed from the painful sensation and started talking "Please why am I here? What are you going to do to me? Please do not hurt me what do you want?" His glance was more of annoyance than anything as he said, "Are you done now? Would you like to use the toilet it has been a long drive? Don't say anything but yes or no, or your mouth will be covered again. Before you ask no I am not leaving the room you either go or don't its up to you." She looked at him and realized it was a long time since she went and would need to go very soon she shook her head yes. He stepped back so she could use the restroom and leaned against the wall watching her. With blazing red cheeks she sat down and used the toilet her bladder had been so full but she felt much better after emptying it. She stood up and washed her hands out of routine and dried them but the whole time she watched him in the mirror. He was not wearing the sunglasses and hat anymore he was quite handsome. Such a strange thought in a time like this I must be losing my mind she thought. 

Pushing from off the wall he moved forward taking the ropes in his hand again and lead her from the bathroom down a flight of stairs to a level that seemed underground. The room was dimly lit and she saw many objects straight out of a S/m type of movie. Her mind really started to turn and wondering if he would torture her to death. "Please take me home I want to go home," she said as her hands were shaking badly. He just grinned quite sadistically and asked, "You don't like my playroom? But I have taken such pains to make sure it was perfect". 

He pulled her along over to the foot of a large metal framed bed. The mattress was covered in latex sheets. Soon her ankles were secured to the wire framing with her thighs spread open he pushed her forward so the top half was on the mattress. Pulling some long tethers closer he tied them to her wrist restraints. She could barely move at all. She was a bit sweaty from the struggle earlier but he sort of liked the idea of her being a little dirty at first. Pulling out a knife from his pocket he slowly slid it up her stockings. The smooth side of course it did not even cause a run. Carefully he turned the knife a bit and slid it under the waistband of her skirt and the fabric gave way to the very sharp blade.

She winced and begged for him to stop she was so scared as he drew the blade up her leg. Her body froze not wanting to get cut from the knife. She knew any sudden movements could cause damage. As her skirt fell she cried and begged, "please don't hurt me. Do you want money what is it you want just let me go." Her cries went unheeded as he continued his course. Next was her sweater, the pink cashmere gave easily and fell to her sides. The cool air was brushing against her skin causing her to tremble even more feeling so exposed. He had decided to leave her heels on her and her stockings. He was thinking she really is a naughty slut wearing a garter belt and thigh highs. Next he undid her bra just opening it to expose her back completely. Tiring of her pleas and tirades of anger he applied some more duct tape to her lips shutting her up for the most part. He wanted to touch and feel her now. His hands roaming her body knowing how mad this must be making her. Her skin felt cool under his warm hands when he ran them down her spine. Next he grabbed her ass cheeks then over her pussy and holding it squeezing it slightly. She mumbled her protest trying to pull away. "Still a haughty little rude bitch I see, we will change that I promise you" he said this very seriously. 

He moved away then came back she could not see what he was doing but soon she felt it. Leather was soon smacking against her ass cheeks no warning no gentle touches those were gone. She felt the hot sting of each smack with such shock. She had not been spanked since she was a child. Part of her was so angry at the humiliation of it the other part in fear of what would happen for it was obviously going to get worse. She gasped for air between strikes. 

He looked down as he swung the paddle at her nicely rounded ass. He loved the way they bounced a little with each hit. Her muffled protests only got him more excited. The feeling of wanting to conquer her was so over powering. Her ass cheeks were getting so red the heat was emanating off of them. He tossed aside the paddle now and rubbed them with his hands massaging in the spanking. He knew this was good for her circulation and would be painful for her as well but also a good feeling as it would distract from the sting. He looked up at her face and saw how smeared her make up was. She looked like such a gutter slut now. Moving forward he pressed his hard cock against her ass knowing the material of his pants would be a harsh sensation on that sore skin. 

She new what was coming soon she had just hoped that she would be saved somehow. She could hear the sound of his zipper as if it were magnified. At that moment she turned her head as far as possibly barely able to see him hoping the pleading of her eyes would keep him away but it only spurned him on. He grabbed her panties and yanked them the flimsy material tore away from her body leaving her shaven pussy exposed to him. "Oh what a nice surprise little girl has a bald cunt just right for me to fuck. That must be what you want with these slutty stockings isn't it to be fucked bent over like a little bitch?" he said. Shaking her head no was all she could do but it wasn't enough she felt the head of his cock rubbing the outside of her pussylips. To her surprise she was actually wet she felt so ashamed that she could be wet. He taunted her of course about how she must really have liked her spankings. He drove his cock into her cunt very harsh and deep. Over and over again abusing her little fuck hole. He reached up and pulled back gently on her hair but with a firm grasp enough for her to know he was in control. She stayed very still trying to just think of something else but he would not let that happen. Every now and then he would smack her ass cheeks bringing her attention where it should be. He fucked her for awhile and soon he was ready to cum. He pulled out and cum so hard it was shooting up towards her shoulders he pulled back on her head so it would spray her face as well. 

He looked down and was satisfied with the events so far and went upstairs he placed towels in the bathroom and came back for her. She was lead back to the bathroom where he removed the restraints and had her remove the rest of her clothes. He told her to get in the tub but she resisted. He slapped her so hard on the ass she whimpered and cried but did listen. 

As he told her to get in the tub thoughts of him killing her in the tub ran through her mind but then she realized he was probably not done with her yet gauging all the equipment he had downstairs. She resisted but the spanks were so hard and hurt so much she had to comply. She got in the tub and sat down covering her breasts with her hands. Her hands got slapped away and he gave her a look that stopped her from trying again. His cock was semi erect he had removed his clothes and she did check him out. She did not understand why it would even be of interest but it had been awhile since she looked at a man without his clothes in person. Her ex boyfriend had been quite prudish and always wore pajamas to bed. She snapped back to the present as he was staring at her in expectation. She wondered when he might fill the tub if he was wanting her to wash. Soon she realized why. He moved closer to her putting one foot on the other side of the tub. His hand stroked his cock lightly but then suddenly a stream of his piss was hitting her tits and running down her tummy to her pussy. She squirmed trying to get away his foot came down with enough pressure to keep her there as he finished up. "I am marking my slut with my scent" he said with a wicked grin. 

To Be Continued...



Taken Ch. 01



It was a rainy night in the middle of September, the water beat down on his brow and still he waited. He glanced at his watch. Good, she would be coming by in a moment...

Looking up, he saw her. The object of his desire, walking towards him without a care in the world. She had just finished work and tonight was the night he would have her at last.

He stepped back into the shadow of a nearby tree, listening to the echo of her heels on the deserted road, waiting. Excitement growing in his chest as he went over the plan in his head, counting down to the appointed time when he would grab her.

The click of her heels stopped. He listened, head cocked to one side, wondering what had happened and not daring to leave his hiding place lest she see him and everything be ruined. He heard another voice, higher pitched than that of the woman he planned to attack. He made a snap decision and stepped out with his head slightly lowered, making his way towards them.

Even through the rain he could see that he had made the wrong choice. His original target - though pretty - was not the one. Whoever this other girl was, he would take even greater pleasure in having her than the first. He wondered as he walked hurriedly past them how he would be able to make this work, he had been planning his initial attack for weeks, following the woman to and from work, learning her habits but he could not help himself, he had to have the other.

He got to an alley-way at the end of the street and turned, watching them in the rain as they laughed and talked about their day. Adrenaline was pumping round his body, his heart felt as though it might burst from his chest as he stood pondering whether he was making the right choice.

The women had parted. He would lose his chance for either if he didn't act soon.

Moving forward quickly, he walked towards them, watching his original prey get into her car and head off waving. Once her car had disappeared from view he checked the street was once more deserted and then broke into a run. She must have sensed him coming for she began to trot quickly along the pavement, moving swiftly but not quite fast enough for her to evade him.

He pulled a hood over his face and lunged forward, hand covering her mouth as she tried to scream. Bearing her down onto the pavement, sprawled against her and pushing a rag into her mouth.

She was stronger than she looked: writhing and kicking him as much as she could, struggling with every fibre of her being to get free. He managed with some effort to wrestle her hands behind her back, pushing her against the cold, hard pavement, forcing the oxygen from her lungs and tying rough cord round her wrists to bind her.

"Be quiet now or else!" he growled in her ear.

'I shouldn't have changed my plan', he thought as he pulled her up by her long brown hair and manhandled her into his nearby car. She had managed to scratch his hands and they were now stinging and covered with blood.

Shutting the door, he walked round to the drivers side getting hurriedly into the car, glad to be at last out of the rain. He looked at her properly for the first time, laid awkwardly and still struggling on the back seat of the car, by god she was beautiful!

Though she was extremely dishevelled, he was hard as a rock just looking at her. Her hair was tangled and wild about her face, her make-up had run and given her eyes a wide and frightened look which he loved in a woman, dirt from the pavement was smeared along her cheeks, her ample bosom was heaving, accentuated by the fact that her top was soaking wet and her hands tied behind her back. His eye travelled over her stomach and bare thighs, imagining the delights that awaited him beneath her scant clothing. She let out a strangled scream round the rag in her mouth and struggled harder and harder. This jolted him back to reality. Time to take her to her new home he thought as he started the engine.

A glance in the rear view mirror as he pulled off showed him he had only just escaped with his victim in the nick of time, for there, walking slowly through the rain was a group of people making their way home.

This and the dull throb of pain in his hands gave him a few brief moments of panic as he drove. His intended victim had lived alone and was - as far as he knew - without ties, no one would have missed her for quite some time... He glanced again in the rear view mirror but this time at the girl. She was still struggling. He smiled.

"You can try and escape all you like but unless you calm down and do exactly as I say, there is only one way you're leaving this car and that's dead."

He said this calmly, he had had many girls bound in the back of his car before and he knew exactly the tone to use to make them lay silent. Sure enough, it worked. With a whimper, the girl laid still and closed her eyes tight with fear.

He looked at his surroundings and saw with gladness that he had only another few minutes before taking the turn off to his home. His cock had begun to feel as though it was enclosed in a minute box with no room at all left to expand, it was hurting him but not as much as he planned to hurt her...

He turned left onto a winding country road, hedgerows and trees whizzing quickly by as he drove as fast as he dared towards his house, aching more and more to have her as he got closer. He glanced again at her in the backseat and by the moonlight he could see a tear sliding down her face. Pushing his foot on the accelerator, he moved forward even faster. He loved it when they cried and this just made him want her more.

*********

Rebecca looked out of the window in her office and sighed, she always had to work so late these days. The only plus was that she could get completely up to date without worrying about her colleagues interrupting. Glancing at the clock occasionally, she eventually decided she had done more than enough for one day. Dusk was approaching and before she got home it would be dark.

Shutting down her computer, she heard the "ping" of the lift and wondered whether Michelle from Accounts had stayed after hours too. Picking up her things, she hurried to the elevator and waited impatiently for it to come back. Once inside she jabbed the button for the ground floor rather viciously and ran out into the lobby trying to see who it was that had left just before.

Pulling open the glass doors and shouting goodbye to the receptionist, she trotted out into the road, rain in her eyes and pouring down her face. 'Blast the weather' she thought as she ran towards home keeping her eyes on the ground to avoid tripping. She came to a halt with a jolt as she bumped into someone.

"Hi Becky, how are you?" said Michelle, standing and looking at her in amusement.

"I'm fine... Sorry about that, I thought it was probably you working late" she said laughing.

"No, its fine! I'm sorry for not waiting; I would have thought you'd have left by now!"

"Nah, I have a lot to do. New Management and all that!" Michelle laughed and nodded, then sighed, "I guess we should go really. I didn't like the look of that guy just now..."

"What guy? I didn't see him?" said Rebecca turning her head to look.

"He's gone but you know how it is. You can't be too careful" said Michelle giggling and doing an excellent impression of her Mother.

"That's true!" agreed Rebecca. "I'll wait for you to get into your car and then I'll get going. I don't have far to walk anyway."

"Are you sure honey?" asked Michelle.

"Yes! Now go before we're both dead from cold!" 

Michelle turned and half walked, half ran to her car. Waving as she pulled off and disappearing into the night.

Rebecca felt suddenly afraid, alone on the street like this. The lights of Michelle's car were receding fast and she felt she had to hurry. Breaking into a gentle run she moved forward, hurrying towards home. 

She sensed more than heard his advancing footsteps, for the noise of the rain on the pavement was like the pounding of stone on stone. Therefore as he grabbed her waist and pushed her to the floor, she was surprised but gathered her wits faster than she might have but for her paranoia.

Once on the ground, she scratched and writhed beneath him, choking round the rag that was pushed into her mouth, his body heavy on hers. Tearing any available flesh she could with her nails, kicking out at him, heart pumping faster and faster as with brute strength he wrenched her arms behind her back, pushing her into the pavement and momentarily winding her. She could feel her cheeks scraping the cold, wet concrete as panic flooded her chest making her heart pound.

"Be quiet now or else!" she heard him growl in her ear.

Her scalp burned as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet, manoeuvring her to his car. He scrabbled with the lock, hand still in her hair, then opened the door and pushed her mercilessly into the back of the car.

Landing there she struggled to get free of her bonds, rough rope cutting into her wrists as she wriggled round on the back seat. After he had gotten into the car, his eyes met hers. She was suddenly terrified. What was he going to do with her? She struggled anew, screaming round the rag, hurting herself in her attempts to get free.

He started the engine and pulled off. 'This was my only chance to escape and I had missed it' she thought bitterly as the lights of the road flashed rhythmically overhead and still she struggled and whimpered. Eventually he said "You can try and escape all you like but unless you calm down and do exactly as I say, there is only one way you're leaving this car and that's dead."

This silenced her. With a final defeated whimper, she shut her eyes tight, praying that she would get out of this alive, praying to be found. She banged her head accidentally against the door as the car turned suddenly and left the noise of the motorway behind. 'Where are we going' she wondered as a tear escaped her closed eyelids and slid down her cheek.



Taken Ch. 01



She quietly shuts the door and is almost instantly pinned against the wall, his powerful arms trapping her hands above her head in the dark hall. His hard cock strains against his jeans and presses into her back. His teeth graze against the tender skin of her exposed neck, and he growls his desire into her ear...."You're late, and I've been waiting..." 

He grinds against her trembling body, his free hand pulling and tearing her clothing from her flesh, ignoring the whimpers of fear and apprehension that escape her lips.

She opens her mouth to beg, but it is quickly filled with the warm wet cloth of her thong. Still one step ahead of her, he throws her off balance and quickly over his shoulder, landing a stinging slap across her bare cheeks with the warning to stay still and quiet.

He moves silently through the hall and into the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed on her back. Moving quickly, he pins her under his weight, his hand around her throat.

She can't help but struggle as she feels the familiar rush of blood backing up in her head, her carotids pounding against his fingers. Her eyes fly open, meeting his steely gaze as the world darkens around her. She hears his voice in her ear, growling "mine" just before she's gone.

Awakening in a panic, she jumps, finding herself unable to do much other than squirm, ropes digging into her sweat soaked skin. She feels his presence but not his touch, and she starts to whimper, fearing he's left her alone.

Gaining her composure she tests her bonds for weakness, looking for something to allow her escape. She finds this hogtie tighter than she's ever known, as her shoulders are already straining and aching with the effort. Silently cursing his skills and her vulnerability, she uses her teeth to try and loosen the ropes crossing over her shoulder. 

"Oh no you don't!" His voice scares her, and her cry is all he needs to shove the gag firmly between her jaws, his fingers quickly getting out of harms way, and wrenching the leather tight against the back of her head.

His wicked chuckle echoes off the walls, "You honestly think I don't know better?!" He steps in front of her, smearing the bit of drool oozing down her chin as she struggles. She glares up at him, working her jaw around the ball, looking for a way to expel it.

His flattened hand crashes across her face, instantly bringing tears to her eyes and wiping her brain of all conscious thought. He drops to a knee, face inches from hers, watching as a single tear trails down her cheek. "Look at me like that again and you'll be lucky if I ever touch you again" he pauses "Understand me?"

"When I said mine I absolutely meant it, and I have every intent to take, use, and keep what is rightfully mine. Got it?"

Grabbing her chin he pulls her head up, their foreheads touching. His free hand releases the gag. "Leggo" he urges, and she complies, letting the ball fall into his outstretched hand. 

"Look at me" She hesitates, another tear escapes and runs down to his fingers. "Girl. Look. At. Me." Slowly, reluctantly she complies, and is completely caught off guard by the love and ownership that she finds in his eyes.

Confident he has given her what she needs to continue, he engulfs her mouth with his, exploring and claiming the warmth as his own. 

Breaking contact he barks "Stoplight!" and she jumps, but quickly returns "Green Sir, thank you Sir."

Unable to hide his pleasure, he rocks her back on the bed, "That's my girl, now come show me what MY slut can do with that pretty mouth."

He quickly frees his aching cock, and a deep moan escapes her as the precum strings from the puddle that's gathered in his boxers. 

She stretches her head and neck towards him, squirming and whimpering. He chuckles again, softer this time. "Such a good little cock sucker" as he leans closer. The head of his cock finally reaches her outstretched tongue. "Atta girl" he moans as she sucks him into her mouth.

She moans around his cock, greedily sucking the sweet nectar off his smooth shaft. She feels the tension on her neck release as he loosens the knots that were just out of her reach. Once they're loose, he begins to fuck her face in earnest, wrapping his fingers in her hair and guiding her mouth on his cock. 

She alternates moans of pleasure from sucking his cock with muffled whimpers of pain as circulation returns to her limbs.

Pushing deep into her throat, he takes advantage of her lack of gag reflex, but also cuts off her air, controlling her breath now as well. But the squeeze of her throat is just too much, & he jerks himself out of her mouth, slapping her face with his spit covered cock.

Breathless he orders, "Open and stick it out slut", brushing his hand over the engorged head. The moment she complies he growls deeply and the first of many thick streams of come coat her face. Spent, he collapses to the floor in front of her, feeding her his come with his fingers.

Greedily she licks and sucks his fingers clean, squirming in the puddle beneath her hips. Her movement doesn't go unnoticed, and then he's up and stretched out beside her on the bed. He lazily begins to remove the sweat soaked rope from her body.

Tossing it aside, he wraps her trembling body in his arms and whispers "I haven't forgotten you my love, I'll put that soaking wet pussy to good use in a bit, and your tight little ass too. I'm far from done with you." 



Taken Ch. 02



"A gasp floated through the room as He opened His jeans and pulled out His manhood. My lips opened willingly and without any shame as He pushed His hard cock inside - all the way down my throat. The collar slipped around my neck, and as the soft click of the little lock was heard – almost like thunder in my ears - He came with a load moan...sending my own body into orgasmic shivers...I cried around His pulsing cock as He came...and I was His."

His cock slowly softened in my mouth, and I moaned quietly as it slipped out from between my lips. My eyes opened – and searched for His. 

His gaze was soft, and He had a smile on His lips. I was still trembling, and He chuckled a bit as He read the question in my eyes, "Yes, pet – you may touch your collar."

My fingertips danced along the lovely braided collar, and my eyes never left His...collared – owned. I belonged to another human being. I was taken, just like a beast, and I had never been happier in my life, or more frightened.

He lifted from the chair and extended His large hand to me, and I smiled when I saw how small my hand looked in His. He urged me to my feet ~ and walked with me to the other side of the room, where a bench was placed. It was in dark red leather, and was shaped like a Y. My heart skipped several beats, and I looked at Him without saying a word...somehow knowing it was not the time to protest or speak at all.

He helped me up, and made me lay down on my back. His hands were gentle as they opened my legs widely and attached my ankles into restraints. I was blushing feverishly, because I was not at all used to being on display like this, but I did not hesitate or protest for one single moment. 

His hand brushed between my petals, and a low laughter spilled from His lips, "My, my" He smiled, "it seems like someone is excited." 

My eyes widened as His finger rubbed over my clit, and automatically my back arched into that sweet bow – showing Him that quiet plea for more.

His finger left my sex, and pushed against my mouth, and with a tender yelp I licked it clean and left small kisses on His rough skin. He had working hands, and I had always quite admired that in a man. One that could create things with His hands, not only due His work ~ but also through His magic, when with a submissive.

His hand brushed against my entire body. He tweaked my nipples, and He had His eyes to mine the entire time. My arms were stretched out and attached in the restraints, and I was spread eagle before Him – and everyone else that wished to watch the scene about to start.

My body was trembling, and now I needed His soothing voice desperately. 

He saw the fear in my eyes, mixed with that gentle light of submission, and He leaned down to my ear so that only I could hear His words, "I am going to claim you, my joy" He murmured, "I will claim your hot little sex and your ass. You may scream and you may cry, but you will not speak until i give You permission to do so again. Do You understand, my joy?" He looked at me for an answer, and I just looked back at Him quietly. 

He tossed His head back and laughed heartedly, "You are indeed obedient, darling pet, but this restriction has not yet started. You are free to ask questions and speak until I say now."

I was so lost. I wanted Him so badly I felt I could not wait another moment, but I had to ask things before it was too late. 

My voice was so soft when it whispered to Him, "I have not yet been opened anally, Sir." 

The blush on my face deepened, and His hand lay to rest on my cheek. "Angel baby," He whispered. "I will not promise you it will not be painful, but I shall mix that with bliss. You are indeed to be claimed fully today, and I have every intention to show you Who you belong to – from this moment on!"

A stern flickering flame was born in His eyes as He spoke, and surrendering tears filled mine. I trembled without any control now, but my exposed sex was giving me away, as it was positively dripping from the need inside me.

His finger returned to my clit, rubbing softly back and forth. My hips lived with His touches, and I was already breathing in short and shallow gasps. 

My mind was racing, "Good God, what is this man doing to me...where is my shy side. Where are my limits...how can I trust Him so..."

He saw the light in my eyes changed, and it was as if He was reading my mind. His head lowered, and His lips locked around my nipple. 

His fingers tweaked the other and I was sailing away slowly. "No holding back, joy" He whispered against my nipple, "cum when you want and how you want. Give me all of you." 

He placed Himself between my legs, and His cock was already hard. The head was softly poking against my sex, and my petals licked it with the dripping nectar, making it ready for His use.

My eyes were huge pools of sapphire shimmers, and my fingers locked around the restraints. My body was flaming up and I knew I was seconds away from another release, and it shocked me more than anything else. Usually I could cum once if I was lucky, but twice? He saw the signs, seemingly reading me like an open book, and the moment I lifted into the bliss of yet another orgasm, He plowed into me, and took me hard and violently. 

He fucked me hard through the entire release, and I heard a sore and loud cry – only to find out that it had emerged from my own throat. 

A cry filled with bliss and despair, a cry from ancient times – a cry from a total woman, finally allowed to open up the her full submission.

He did not cum this time, but He stayed inside me. He was rocking in and out slowly, as my incredible orgasm faded. I was fighting for my breath and my lower lip quivered. Liquid pearls started to pool in my eyes, and I was so filled with emotions that I simply burst into tears.

He stepped back, and His cock left my hungry sex. I lifted my hips and whimpered, not wanting to lose the connection and He smiled, "Soon, my little tear. Soon."

He reached for a pair of absolutely stunning nipple clamps. They had a flower for each nipple, and were adjustable. Under the flowers the bite was hidden - and I got the feeling of beauty and beast when I saw the lovely flower on top with such a vicious bite under it.

Between the clamps was a lovely string of black pearls and they seemed to glow against my pale skin. I whimpered a bit as the clamps bit into my sensitive nipples, and a soft shock of pleasure washed through me. I drew my breath in short and shallow gasps of air, small stars of light exploded inside my head, and I found pleasure I had never been even close to in my entire life. And this from a total Stranger! A total stranger i had submitted to, and was now owned by...

He reached again, and this time for a crop. My heart skipped several beats, and I realized fully that I was indeed to be fully claimed. My skin had felt the crop before, but not given me anything but pain, so I was anxious now to see what a crop would turn into in His loving hands.

He lifted it, and I held my breath. "No, my joy," He whispered. "Breathe and relax. Work with me, not against me."

I smiled shyly, not even aware of my withheld breath, and I started to breathe slowly and deeply. 

"Close your eyes, pet" He smiled again, and I took a long look at Him before I closed my eyes. The crop danced softly over my breasts. he gave me light, little bites of the leather. More to warm me up than to hurt, and rather quickly, I wanted more, and arched up for it. I could not see His face, but He was smiling as He saw my responses.

"Good," He said to Himself. "I was not mistaken – she is indeed a diamond in the rough. One I can bring out the luster in and make shine more and more."

The crop moved, and each little flick of His wrist, sent the leather over my clit. Hard and fast He cropped it, and it took only minutes before I arched so sharply, that only my head and my heels touched the bench.

I was sobbing and laughing, but I was so enjoying it. I was warm all over, and my sex was burning between my legs. In flames both from my own arousal, and from the cropping so elegantly ministered by His hand.

I gasped for air, and He watched me intensely. My lips opened and I took a deep and hungry breath of air, before the third release whipped over me, and wave of wave of pure bliss washed over my shores. Right during the highest bliss, He poured oil on His cock, and with a low growl He sank into my little ass. Inch by inch pushed inside me, and I could not believe the pain. For a few red seconds I was in agony, but then the pain faded, and all I felt was a deep and intense joy of being claimed. Totally and fully – I was now His.

He took me slowly. The crop was still flicking over my clit. It was so sensitive now I was unable to stop the violent shakes in my body, but I still lifted against it, wanting it more than anything. Simply because it was given to me by His hand.

He dropped the crop suddenly, and grabbed my hips. His cock rammed into my tight ass and He growled, "Look at me, tear. Look at me when I empty myself into your ass."

My eyes opened at once, gazing into His and I could not help it, but I smiled. A smile so bright it could stop wars and melt snow. His eyes darkened, and I felt His cock grow and twitch, and then the lava stream of His cum filled my ass. Squirt by hot squirt.

He closed His eyes for a moment and snapped His head back. He pushed HARD into me – as if to empty the last drops as deep as He possibly could, "MINE" He growled, "MINE."

For an endless moment it was only Him and me. We had our own world, and even though the entire room was watching, we did not see them or hear them. Most of them turned away, seeing the intensity in our eyes as we slowly calmed down – as if they did not want to steal the sanctity of our moment...

He whispered softly into my ear as He pulled out of me, "Your name from today is tears of joy. I will call you tears or joy for short. Your other name is no longer to be uttered. I am Your Master, and I am your Owner and your Creator. Today you will be allowed to choose by which name you wish to address Me."

I stared at Him for an endless moment, and it sank into me. I had no idea what His real name was! The shock must have been so visible in my eyes, because He laughed with amusement and leaned in closer, "My name is Matthew, tears." 

"Matthew," I let the name roll over my lips, knowing it might be the one and only time I was allowed to use His first name. 

He smiled as I spoke, "I do like the way you make my name sound, tears. Maybe I shall be Master Matthew to you?"

His hand brushed my hair away from my forehead. He touched my clit again, and grinned, "It seems to need a marking from Master, so that will be our next adventure, tears. The marking of you." He loosened the restraints, and scooped me into His arms and walked to the deep chairs. He sat down, still holding me in His lap – and reached for a quilt. 

My body was cooling down now, so it felt good to have a quilt around us for a while. My eyes were shining like sapphires on snow, and I smiled to Him as I wiggled a bit to get comfy. 

A soft whisper came from my lips, "Master Matthew. Creator Matthew. Owner Matthew." I tasted them all, and He smiled as I spoke the names so intensely and so lovingly. "Master Matthew," I said once again.

He nodded with a calm look on His face, "Master Matthew it is, my joy. Master Matthew it is."



Taken Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Taken Again

The wind was cold as it blew around the corner. I pulled my coat up around my neck and wished I had been able to park closer. 

I scanned the apartment building, waiting for the door to open and for you to come out. I knew you went to work about this time and today I planned to follow you for future contact.

Finally, you appeared at the door and crossed the street. I waited for a moment and when you turned away from me and started in the opposite direction, I crossed and followed you from a distance. 

You walked faster as the morning air began to chill you. I had to speed up to keep you in my sight.

After about ten minutes, I saw you enter a brick office building. I rushed to the door to see which way you went. As I walked through the door, I removed the scarf I had stuffed in my pocket earlier. I shook the wrinkles out as I walked up to the receptionist.

"Excuse me miss. I think a lady just came in here. I saw her drop this scarf and I couldn't catch her. She was about 30 and had on a tan coat and black, knee-high boots and she just came in."

"Oh, you must mean Lisa. She just went to her office. May I have the scarf and I will see she gets it."

"Sure. Thanks." 

I handed her the scarf and quickly left. I didn't want to be there when you came out after the receptionist called you.

"Lisa. A man brought your scarf. He said you dropped it outside."

"My scarf? When?. Are you sure he said it was mine? What did he look like?"

"He was middle 50's and was tall and big and he frightened me a little the way he looked at me. I told him I'd give you the scarf so he would leave."

You shivered as a chill ran through you. Your stomach felt queasy.

"I'll come out in a few minutes and get it."

You tried to concentrate on the report that was due in less than an hour, but couldn't. Finally, your curiosity overcame your hesitation and you went to the lobby. You looked around as you strode to the desk.

"Oh yeah, that's my scarf. I am having a blonde day I guess. Did the man say anything?"

"No, just that he saw you drop it a few blocks back and you were walking so fast he couldn't catch you."

"A few blocks back?" 

The words echoed in your mind and you realized I had been following you.

She handed the scarf to you. It was dark red and when you took it, you noticed that there was some writing on the inside along one of the seams. You folded it over and started back to your office.

You spread the scarf out on your desk. Your hands shook so uncontrollably that you could barely smooth it out. You leaned down to read the writing.

"Yes it is me and I know where you work now. I told you I would contact you when I wanted you. I will call you this afternoon at exactly 1:15 to give you instructions."

Your body shook and you felt faint. You reached back for your chair and slumped into it. Your face felt flushed and your mouth was dry. You sat still for a moment, hoping the feeling would pass. 

Your mind felt like it was on fire as thoughts of the first time I took you were replayed. Your shaking soon quelled and you found yourself becoming excited as you remembered my harsh and commanding words.

You stood up and walked to the window to clear your mind. You had many things to finish if you were going to be given instructions at 1:15 and you went back to your desk and quickly finished the report and delivered it to the marketing department. 

You told Stan that you had an appointment with your doctor that afternoon and that he would have to present it himself.

You went back to your office. It was 9:20. There were four long hours to wait. You tried to concentrate but couldn't and as you imagined the things I might have in mind, you kept brushing your hands across your breasts. 

Soon, you gave in to that need and called your secretary and told her to hold all calls for an hour.

You locked the door and when you sat back down, you pulled your skirt up and began to rub your pussy through your panties. Your fingers cupped over your vulva and the heel of your hand rubbed hard against your mons. 

You felt so desperate then as you worked on your pussy. You closed your eyes and imagined all of the men from before watching you then as you rubbed your fingers between your lips, pressing the silky fabric into your wet cunt.

It wasn't long before your fingers slid under the elastic and sought out your swollen lips. You fingered and plundered your pussy and bucked against your hand as your imagination grew with anticipation of this afternoon and what sordid activities i have planned for you. 

The more disgusting the images in your mind, the harder you rubbed and the more frantically you fingered yourself until you finally collapsed into a melting orgasm which flowed and flowed for an eternity.

When you regained your senses, you sat up and tried to straighten yourself up and then realized the room was filled with the unmistakable scent of your sex. You opened a window and let the cold air blow in, hoping it would remove or disguise the scent.

It was 10:10.

You went to the lady's room and cleaned up as much as possible and then went across the street to Starbucks for some strongly flavored coffee, hoping it would help cover the scent which still hung in the air of your office.

I watched as you started back to the office and when you reached the door, I stepped out of my car and stood staring at you. You looked directly at me then and froze. 

The coffee cup fell to the sidewalk and when you leaned down to pick it up, I got back in my car. You stared at me as I drove away.

It was 10:30 when you sat down at your desk. Now all questions had left your mind. You knew that I was serious and that I would have you for my use. 

The fear and confusion you felt were replaced with resignation and an excitement that you didn't want to recognize or acknowledge.

At 11:40, you went to the little deli down the street for a salad. You searched the streets as you walked for any sign of me, but I was not there. 

You ate your salad as you faced the street. Your attentions were focused on everyone that entered. After 30 minutes, you went directly back to the office and closed your door.

You sat silently watching the clock as the hands slowly moved. You couldn't concentrate on anything except the time.

1:08

1:09

1:10

1:11

1:12

1:13

1:14

Your heart was racing and you couldn't breathe.

1:15. You sat tensed with your hand next to the phone waiting to grab it.

1:16

1:17

1:18

"Ring"

You grabbed it immediately.

"Yes?"

"Lisa, I need the rest of the outline for the Summers project".

"Ok, I'll get it, Robert".

You dropped the phone back in the cradle.

1:20

1:25

1:30

1:45

2:15

3:00

4:15

"Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring."

"Hello."

"Why did you make me wait for 4 rings before you answered?"

There was a long silence.

"I ASKED YOU WHY YOU MADE ME WAIT FOR 4 RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWERED."

"I didn't expect you to call."

"What did you say?"

"I said I didn't expect you to call, Sir."

"Well I did, didn't I?"

"Yes Sir. Why didn't you call me sooner today as you said you would?"

"Don't question me whore. I do what I want with you, to you and when I want."

"But."

"I am going to fuck you tomorrow at your house. I want you to go home at 2:30 and be ready for me then. I want you in bed, nude and I want you to have your nipples clamped with clothes pins and I want you to have a candle stuffed up your cunt when I get there. Do you understand?"

"Why then and why a candle?"

I slammed the phone down without answering.

You slumped over your desk and cried.

I laughed at the misery I knew you felt.

You struggled through the rest of the afternoon and went home almost as if you were in a trance. You thought about the first time I took you and you wondered what I had in mind for you tomorrow. 

You debated in your mind whether you would actually do as I instructed but even as you told yourself you could not, you knew you would. You wanted that control and the anticipation more than anything.

After dinner you went to bed early. Your husband joined you and when he tried to touch you, you pushed him away. My voice rang in your mind, forbidding you to let him fuck you for three days and until I gave permission. It had been weeks since I gave you that instruction and you had still not allowed him to fuck you.

He got up and slept on the couch. You were glad he left as you tossed and turned. Your mind was filled with images which you had relieved many, many times. Your stomach was sick as you tried to think of anything except how much you yearned to be taken and used by me again.

The night was long and when you woke the next morning, you rushed to get ready for work. You planned to go in early so you could take off to come back home. You quickly straightened up the living room and the bedroom. 

I thought about you that night and I imagined your frustration. It pleased me immensely.

When you went to the garage to get your car out, you grabbed a couple of clothes pins and put them in the seat so you wouldn't forget them later in case you were rushed.



Taken Ch. 02



It's morning. Or at least I think it is? I feel like I have been asleep for hours, but there are no windows in this room so it is difficult to tell. I recall the night before with a mix of terror and disgust, then I sit up to find that my handcuffs have been removed. This puts a smile on my face, but it instantly fades when I feel a suspiciously wet patch on the bed just under my ass. I tentatively reach down and touch it. The sticky fluid on my fingers is white and half-dried. I wipe it off onto the sheets, gagging a little from the thought of my captor's cum on my hands. I remember he said he was going to masturbate while watching me, but I had secretly hoped he would have the dignity to use a tissue or a sock. I hope I can actually get some time alone in here before he comes back.

As if on cue, he throws the door open and walks into the room. I jerk out of bed, hoping to make my escape through the open door behind him, but he slams into me, grabbing my arms and shoving me onto the bed. "You're not going anywhere, whore," he growls as he pins me down to the bed by straddling me. He presses his thighs together, squeezing me and limiting my movement. I lash out and try to hit his face, but his reflexes are too fast for me. "I guess if you're this excited, we are just going to have to start earlier than I planned."

He handcuffs me to the bed. I try to fight him, but he is bigger and stronger than me, so I am easily overpowered. He readjusts the ball gag in my mouth and then gets off of me, leaving my whole body restrained by all four limbs and the tight-fitting thong and bra he has forced on me. At least there is no blindfold this time.

He stands up and goes to the closet. I hear rummaging noises for a moment before he comes out with a strange, phallic-looking device and a couple large batteries. He inserts the batteries and switches the device on, which causes it to hum softly. He grins at me. "You know what this is, virgin? It's a vibrator, and a very powerful one at that." He turns up the power on the vibrator to demonstrate just how 'powerful' it is. The humming grows louder as he switches it to progressively higher settings.

I want to beg him not to use it, just because I know the effect a vibrator like that will have on me, but I will not speak to him. I have to stay strong. I have to act like this does not affect me at all. I have to pretend that seeing a hot, muscular, half-naked man with a vibrator in front of me does not turn me on, and that this particular man does not terrify me. I have to ignore the growing warm sensations in my crotch. I must not let myself enjoy this, no matter what my body tells me to feel.

He crawls onto the bed and wrenches my legs apart. I try to fight it, but again he is too powerful. He puts his face between my legs and grins up at me. I turn away and wince when I feel his tongue touch my pussy lips. He flicks his tongue around for just a moment, tasting me, then leans back and turns on the vibrator. "You're already wet, you know. Maybe this will be easier than I thought."

The vibrator, on its lowest setting, touches my thighs. He guides it farther and farther up until I can feel the vibrations in my crotch. He is laughing as he spreads my legs apart as wide as possible. I hear the vibrator stop for a moment. Maybe he changed his mind! Maybe he's done with me! 

He grabs the thong I am wearing and pulls it aside. Then the humming resumes, louder than ever, and the vibrator collides with my clit. I feel an explosion of disgusting pleasure. My back arches instantly, and I thrash around, trying to free myself from my restraints. He rubs the vibrator all over my clit, putting pressure on it every so often to increase the effect. Fuck. No. Please. Stop. I am moaning, whining and squirming around, trying desperately to escape, but he is still pressing the vibrator against my clit. 

"You like this, don't you, you little slut? You fucking love this, you nasty virgin slut," he teases me, "Should I turn it up higher, babe? This is just the lowest setting."

No. Damn it. Please stop. Just kill me instead. This feels good, but it can't. I cannot be feeling this good. Why is this happening? My body is betraying me, and it will only get more intense from here. I start to cry. At first, only a few tears, but soon I'm practically bawling, trying to stay silent. My breathing quickens and becomes more intense. I'm not sure if it is from the vibrator or the tears. I screw my eyes shut.

"Hey babe, it's alright. You don't have to cry, just enjoy it. I sure am enjoying doing this to you. I could do this all day, but if you just let yourself cum, it will all be over." But I can't cum. I won't. I will never give this man the satisfaction of my first orgasm. Oh fuck, he turned up the power.

My clit is nearly numb from the vibrations, and my body is becoming harder and harder to control. I feel my hips roll into the vibrator, even though I try to keep them still. I hear a pained moan as I exhale, even though I try to stay silent. I will not cum. I will not let myself. I feel him slide a single finger into me. He strokes the inner walls of my wet pussy and finds what I can only assume is my g-spot. He pushes and strokes it, still rubbing the vibrator into my clit. I feel another finger inside me, and another tear falls from my eye. This is too much. I can't hold it in anymore. Oh fuck, please no.

My body suddenly jerks upwards as he turns the vibrator up to full power. I am helpless now as my instincts take control. I thrust onto his fingers that rapidly force themselves in and out of my pussy. I grip the bed posts tight and feel my toes curl. Suddenly, a hot shiver sends its way up my spine, my pussy contracts and I am convulsing on the bed. Shock waves of my first ever orgasm diffuse across my body and I hear a scream of pain and pleasure escape from behind the gag in my mouth. He is laughing and fingering me as hard as ever, shoving two fingers deeper and deeper into my hole. I feel my pussy tighten and flex, sending ripples of hot sensations through me. My body is still shaking, twisting and flailing as I ride through another wave of unwanted pleasure. Fluid dribbles down out of my cunt and past my asshole onto the bed. The orgasm subsides as my body convulses one last time. He turns off the vibrator and removes his fingers.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it? I think you even started to enjoy it a little," he says. I feel his weight lift off the bed, but I still keep my eyes closed. "Now I think you might be a little thirsty after all that, so I'll get you some water, alright?" I hear his footsteps walking out of the room, but then he pauses and turns back. 

"Maybe you should taste a little of this first though," he suggests. His hand returns to my pussy and he reaches a finger in, stirs it around and removes some warm fluid. I can smell something salty and vaguely tuna-like approaching my face. He grabs me by the jaw and pulls off the ball gag, then wrenches my mouth open and orders me, "Stick out your tongue. Do it, bitch." I unwillingly oblige. He shoves the slick, smelly fingers into my mouth and I gag immediately from the taste alone, clamping my mouth shut again and trying to push his fingers out. He just pushes them further in, rubbing my tongue just like he rubbed my g-spot, in forceful, fast strokes. He continues finger-fucking my mouth until all of my cum has come off his fingers, then he removes them, wipes them off on my stomach and leaves.

I hear him return, minutes later, announcing that he has brought me a drink, "To wash your cum out, so you can better taste mine later." I open my eyes to take the water from him and the first thing I see is his bulging crotch, only inches away from my face on the bed. I have never seen a dick before, so I have no idea how big it should be, but this one looks huge. He laughs to himself when he notices the shocked expression on my face. "You haven't seen my erection before, have you? Well don't worry, because you're going to be seeing a lot more of this cock very soon."

He kneels down and leaves the glass of water on the floor next to my bed, then leans in close to my face. I try to turn away from him, but he grips my neck and turns me back to face him. He tilts his head in towards mine, and then, in one sweeping motion, licks my face from chin to cheek. I squint my eyes shut again, disgusted. He delivers a sloppy kiss on my temple as he unlocks my handcuffs. 

When I open my eyes again, I am alone in the room. I roll over and pick up the glass of water. I take a sip. Within moments, I am feeling dizzy. My head drops back onto the bed, almost as if in slow motion. The water spills across my chest and shoulders as my arm falls limp across my breasts. My body is defeated, falling asleep, leaking cum, tears and sweat out all over the sheets. Fuck. He drugged me. Time to sleep again.

*



Taken Ch. 02



He came to a grinding halt on the gravel of his driveway; putting on the handbrake he exited the car, running into the rain once more. Yanking open the back door, he once again wrapped his hand in her bedraggled hair and pulled her out onto the gravel. She let out a muffled cry as her knees scraped across the pebbles and he dragged her to his door. Holding her as steadily as he could, he opened it and threw her forward onto the floor.

Locking it securely behind them, he stooped, pulling the rag from her mouth, smiling as she let out a full bodied scream.

"I'm going to untie you in a moment and you can scream all you like, we are completely alone."

As if on cue, she screamed again, louder and more frantically, shouting for help, then screaming again as if she hoped to repel him with the mere sound of her voice. The noise went on and on until it seemed to die in her throat. She sobbed, terrified of the silence and yet becoming sure that no one would ever hear her. She managed to move away from him slightly by using her elbows for leverage and shuffling her bound wrists along the floor, it hurt her and she stopped.

Still he did not move. He was deliberating what to do first. This girl was different somehow he thought and he wanted the moment to last.

The more he looked at her heaving breasts, the more his cock ached to be free but first he wanted to test his merchandise... He knelt beside her, smiling as she flinched away from his touch. His fingers started at her ankles, tracing their way up her delightful calves, lingering at her knees before moving up to her well-toned thighs.

She lay perfectly still, frozen in terror as he squeezed the firm flesh and gradually pushed her skirt up around her middle. He looked at her pussy, hidden from him by a scrap of red lacy material, he could almost feel the heat emanating from it and he couldn't wait to bury himself deep within it.

His fingers lingered a few millemetres above the silk of her panties for a moment and then continued to her stomach instead, stroking her belly button gently, moving up her shirt, over the outline of her breasts.

It seemed as though both of them were holding their breath. He, because he was concentrating on how much she turned him on and she, because she felt afraid of what would happen if she didn't.

Eventually rising, he towered above her and flipped her onto her stomach with his foot, untying the bondage on her wrists. He waited a few moments and sure enough, as all the girls did, she took to her feet and ran. He wasn't too concerned, merely walking to a switch on his left and pressing it. There was a resounding click as all the doors to rooms with anything remotely resembling a weapon were automatically locked.

It was times like this that he looked at his early attacks on women and shook his head. It had taken a lot of time and money to get his house the way it needed to be so that he could fully enjoy the sophisticated plots he devised, but luckily for him, he had a lot of both.

He chuckled quietly as he listened to her frantic breathing and the rattling of various doors throughout his enormous home. Turning to his right, he entered a pass code and went into the room. Within it were various surveillance screens, on them he would have the perfect view. He settled down into his chair to watch, studying her movements as dispassionately as a scientist views rats in a maze.

Reaching into a draw, he pulled some lotion from it and rubbed his wounds, cleaning them and stretching his hands to make sure there was no lasting damage. He smiled, she had done more harm to him in a few moments blind struggling than all of his previous women combined.

Watching her dash here and there, he eventually pushed a button which created the noise of footsteps near where she was and laughed heartily as she scurried away like a frightened mouse. As he sat, he eventually released his aching cock. The relief was intense and he could not wait to see her expression when he first entered her. Squeezing his ample length in his hand, he continued to watch her running around his house, looking desperately for a way out.

************************************************************************** Rebecca ran round the house in desperation, rattling doors, trying every available avenue for potential escape. She was terrified but also inwardly cursing herself for not being more careful. She straightened her clothing and continued on, trying every door she passed in the vain hope that one of them would eventually open.

The house was full of darkened corridors and hallways that made the task of searching it even more daunting to Rebecca. She was frightened and cold, wandering around a strange house with seemingly endless rooms in almost complete darkness. Every shadow made her paranoid that he was going to leap out at her, every noise made her jump and scurry faster into the shadows.

When she reached some stairs, she stood hesitating. She had been running round for about 20 minutes now with no sign of her captor and she didn't want to leave this floor lest she bump into him on the way to less familiar ground. All of these thoughts were stopped in their tracks as she heard his footsteps approaching. With a startled squeal she took flight up the stairs and renewed her efforts.

She sensed rather than knew that she had been manoeuvred into a dead end and the thought alarmed her. What would he do with her when he caught up with her she wondered...

Now he was sure she knew there was no escape, he tucked his cock carefully back into his trousers, standing and then creeping slowly towards where he had last seen her on the monitors. He expected her to have come back down the stairs but decided he had better check first.

He stopped short. There she was, just standing there with her back to him! Wanting the element of surprise to be fully his he changed his stance, making himself look bigger and bulkier than he was. A click of his shoulder made her spin round and he was struck again by her beauty, for him it was added to greatly by the tears running down her face.

She did not know what to do, there he was, standing, staring at her with an expression she had never seen before. That of unbridled need, passion and power. She faltered, her hurried exploration had taught her there was nowhere to run or hide and yet she did not so easily wish to give herself up to whatever it was he had in store for her...

As he lunged forward to grab her, she leapt up. Springing across the landing and trying every door again along the way, sobbing in fear as he walked slowly after her, haunting her steps.

It wasn't long before she reached another dead end and she screamed, loud and long as his hands were upon her, ripping her clothing away, leaving her standing in just her red bra and panties.

His eyes explored her curves as she slid to the floor, cowering beneath his gaze. He could now see her vast bosom nearly spilling from her bra, she must surely be a D-cup! 'Even better.' he thought as he stared at her near naked flesh.

He unzipped his jeans and released his huge member. Despite herself she gasped, Rebecca had never seen anyone with a penis so big. There was a dull throb of arousal in her pussy which she didn't have time to wonder at as something in her quailed as she stared, fixated on it and unable to blink or look away. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet, paying no attention to her screams as he ripped away her underwear, leaving her naked and ready for the taking.

"Please, please, NO!" she screamed as she felt her arms being pinned above her.

He said nothing and merely smiled, parting her thighs easily with a well placed knee. She was now exactly as he wanted her, legs apart without the will to fight back.

With his free hand he manoeuvred his shaft towards her unwilling and exposed sex. As the bulbous head of his erect penis touched her labia she began to scream and cry anew, struggling and trying to hurt him or get away but he was too strong. When he was sure that his cock was in place, he roughly manhandled her right thigh to allow him to push straight into her.

He looked into her eyes, seeing the fear within them made him throb. Now, at last, the moment had come.

Tightening his hold on her wrists and thigh, he pushed his weight forward, his 8 inch girth forcing her cunt walls to open and swallow him. Her scream became a gurgle of pain as he pushed first one inch and then two inside her, pulling out and then cramming more into her. Her expression was delicious, exactly as he imagined it would be and more. It was contorted into a frown of pain as he pushed more and more of himself into her.

She was one of the tightest girls he had ever taken in this way and were it not for the fact his big dick was almost completely inside her after a mere five thrusts, he might have thought her a virgin.

He pushed the weight of his body forwards and clung there, he had succeeded. All nine inches were inside her at last! He could feel her heartbeat through the straining walls of her pussy and the throb of his cock as it tingled and twitched inside her.

It was in this moment that he realised something else. She was wet... And not just "something is inside me" wet either, she was aroused!

He looked at her face again, wondering how one seeming to be in so much pain could be enjoying what was happening to her body but rejoicing that finally he had found someone who would relish the pain he wished to visit upon her raw flesh.

This spurred him on. He pumped in and out of her in a frenzy of lust and sexual desire that had been building for months, not caring whether she gurgled or cried so lost was he in the intensity of the feeling that being buried in a wet and violated pussy was creating.

Their bodies glistened with sweat and he could feel her rock hard nipples pressing into his chest as his body pushed against her heaving bosom. He bent his head down and took one of her sensitive nipples into his mouth, his dick fairly leaping inside her as he heard her gasp in pleasure. By now her cunt was leaking onto her thighs, her clit was hard as a rock and still he pounded her.

He could feel her beginning to contract around him and his breathing became laboured. With a huge effort he stopped and pulled out, he didn't want her to cum without knowing that all her pain and pleasure was determined by his hand. Pulling out, he let her sink to the floor. He knew that he would not last long and he had never felt so close to losing control before.

As if to take this out on her, he grabbed her hair in one fist and his cock in the other, pulling her face near to his penis. Looking down at her tear stained face, thinking over and over of all the things he would do to her in the coming days as he pumped and fondled himself to orgasm.

When it hit him at last, he almost keeled over so intense was the feeling. He felt as though a river of semen was travelling up his shaft as it splattered all over her face and hair, branding her -- temporarily at least -- his slave...



Taken Ch. 02



Hi everyone I just want to say thanks so much for all the positive feedback I really appreciate it. Just to let you guys know the next chapters will be posted in the non-human category so just be on the lookout for updates. Also thanks so much to Angelicsounds for editing my story and doing such a wonderful job. Hope you guys enjoy. JAMMANN 

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"Alicia, honey, what are you doing up here all by yourself?" William Garrison asked.

"I was just reading a few things for class," she replied, looking up. 

William Garrison was as nice as they come, always making sure to include her in everything the family did. He really was like an uncle to her and for that she was grateful. The only problems were Melinda and Melissa. How a man as nice as William ended up with a woman like Melinda was beyond her. 

"Well, our guest should be here any minute. Why don't you come on down?"

"Uncle, do you think it would be okay if I skip dinner? I kind of wanted to finish this chapter." 

The last thing she wanted to do was sit around and watch Melinda and Melissa fawn over dinner guests, not to mention that Melinda had told her, ever so sweetly, that her presence wasn't needed at the dinner table.

"Oh come on, you have all weekend to study," he said as he came into the room.

"I know. I just don't feel like getting all dressed up."

"Just wear something simple. Contrary to what Melinda might have told you, this dinner is not that big a deal. I just invited Mr. Kirkland over so we could tie up a few loose ends of our agreement."

"Oh, I thought several business associates were coming over."

"No, just Mr. Kirkland. You know Melinda, tell her we're having company and she runs with it. Oh well, I guess it gives her something to do. Besides, I think you could learn a lot from Mr. Kirkland since your major is Business Management," William stated as he walked out of the room.

"I guess." Alicia shrugged her shoulders. Who knew, maybe this was a good thing. If she made a good enough impression on Mr. Kirkland, he might give her an internship. Smiling, she began looking for something to wear.

***** By the time dinner was ready, she had decided to dress 'business casual,' pairing a black pencil skirt with a burgundy blouse. Coming down the stairs, she hoped she looked like the business savvy student she wanted to portray. As soon as she neared the bottom of the stairs, she spotted M&M, who were giving her their 'What the hell?' looks. Before her feet even touched the floor, the two were already making their way towards her.

"What do you think you're doing? I told you that this was a private business meeting. Why aren't you upstairs in your room?" Melinda hissed in a low voice.

"Uncle Will came upstairs and asked me to join you guys for dinner. He said that he wanted me to meet Mr. Kirkland."

"Now I know you're lying. Why would Daddy want you to meet Mr. Kirkland?" Melissa whined.

Alicia sucked in a deep breath, hoping to calm herself down. This was exactly why she didn't want to come downstairs. It was like drama, drama, drama, twenty-four seven with these two. Enough already!!!

Before she could say anything, Melinda beat her to it. "Alicia, I'm sure my husband was just being nice. Honey, you and I know both know that you're not used to being around people of a certain caliber. Sure, you've been here with us for three years, but I can't risk having you embarrass us tonight. I mean, look at your outfit. That alone tells me you shouldn't be down here."

"You know what, Melinda..." Alicia started.

"There you girls are!" 

All three women turned to see Mr. Garrison walking up with who Alicia assumed was Mr. Kirkland. She wondered if the two heard what was said, but judging by her Uncle's smile, she guessed not. 

Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask to be excused, she felt the urge to look up and what she saw stopped all train of thought. The man was gorgeous. Sure, she had seen attractive men before, but this was different. For the first time ever, she felt a physical pull towards someone of the opposite sex.

She watched as her Uncle made introductions, taking in everything about the man in front of her, from his tailored suit to his wavy jet-black hair, and those gorgeous eyes that were a deep shade of blue. Before she knew it, her Uncle was introducing her. 

"And this young lady right here is my niece, Alicia Monroe. Alicia, this is Gabriel Kirkland." Alicia reached out to shake his hand and almost gasped at the tingling sensation that spread through her body.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kirkland," she replied, praying he couldn't tell how nervous she was.

****** Gabriel couldn't believe his eyes. If someone had told him he would be sitting and having dinner with a woman who literally took his breath away, he would have laughed and said it was impossible. But there he was, sitting and staring at Miss Alicia. She was absolutely gorgeous in an innocent, naïve sort of way. Even though she was dressed very conservatively, he still wanted her in the worst way. From her long, thick black hair that was pulled into a sleek ponytail, to those beautiful almond-shaped eyes the color of whiskey, and skin that reminded him of melted chocolate, everything about her screamed 'MINE'.

Fuck, this girl had his senses on overload. After that disaster earlier with Liz, he swore he would lay off women for a while and just focus on taking care of business and handling his duties as Alpha. But here he was, damn near panting over a girl he just met, and a human one at that. 

Oh, he had bedded human women before, but his preference was for female shifters. At least with female shifters he could be as wild and rough as he wanted without the fear of hurting them. The last time he slept with a human was years ago, but looking at Alicia, he could see that was about to change.

Of course, there would be problems with her being human and all; his clan in particular looked down on humans. To them, humans were inferior. Sure they did business with them and even slept with some, but to take one as a mate was a big NO! 

Gabriel stopped mid-thought, shocked that he was even thinking of such a thing. There was no way he was going to mate with her, his mate couldn't be human. There had to be a reason for his crazy reaction to her, maybe his body was just craving something different.

Gabriel smiled at the thought. Well I've always been one for trying new things.

Unlike the other two women at the table, who'd been fishing for compliments the entire night, Alicia was quiet and reserved, almost as if she didn't want to be there. 

When William introduced his niece, she was definitely not what he expected. William didn't mention that his niece who was living with him was black, not that it mattered. What was even more surprising was his body's reaction to her. He'd been with many women over the years, but he had never experienced anything like it. He normally liked his women tall, leggy, with blonde or fiery red hair. Alicia was the opposite of everything he normally went for. If he had to guess, he'd say she was about 5'4", all curves and most importantly, he could tell she was shy, something most female shifters were not. 

Even worse, he heard what was said before he and Garrison walked up to the trio and it took everything within him not to lay into the other two women. Obviously, Mr. Garrison was unaware of the hatred his wife and daughter seemed to have toward Alicia, but Gabriel could definitely see it.

He could also tell that he was making Alicia nervous by the way he was staring at her, but he could care less, in fact, it turned him on even more. Thank God he wore slacks or he wouldn't be able to get up from the table. He needed to get a grip, before his wolf jumped across the table and took her before God and all to see.

"Mr. Kirkland?"

"Hum? I'm sorry, Mrs. Garrison, what did you say?"

"I said I hope you enjoyed your meal. Melissa and I worked very hard to prepare you a traditional Southern meal."

Gabriel highly doubted those two lifted a finger to prepare anything on the table and judging by the look on Mr. Garrison and Alicia's face, he was right.

"It was wonderful, Mrs. Garrison. It's been a long time since I've had a decent Southern meal," he replied, looking at Alicia, who shifted nervously.

"I'm so happy you enjoyed it. My Melissa did most of the cooking, and from scratch! Can you believe it? I don't know how she does it and still manages to look fabulous," Melinda gushed. 

"Hmm." Gabriel was barely listening to her. "So, Alicia, how long have you been with the Garrisons?"

Alicia glanced up from the glass she was sipping out of, hoping she didn't look as crazy as she felt. For some reason, when it came to the opposite sex, i.e. any good-looking male, she was extremely shy. But Mr. Kirkland took the cake; the man was a walking fantasy. He was at least 6'4", with his jet-black hair and striking blue eyes, and even with that suit on, she could tell he was built. When her Uncle spoke of Mr. Kirkland, she pictured a fiftyish business exec with gray hair and a potbelly, not him. Definitely not him.

For once, she could understand why Melinda and Melissa wanted to look their best tonight. Hell, she wished she had put on something a little more eye-catching, but the way he was staring at her, obviously, he didn't mind. Then again, when it came to the opposite sex, she was completely clueless. Maybe her feelings were one-sided; after all, her Uncle did mention to him that her major was business. He was probably just being nice. Before she made a fool of herself, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. 

Just as she was about to speak, Melinda cut in, "Oh Alicia has been with us for about three years now." Putting her hand on her chest in a show of sympathy, which she clearly didn't have, she went on. "It was tragic really. After her parents died, she had nowhere to go. She would have been out on the streets, doing God knows what."

Melinda sighed dramatically before she continued, "Poor thing, we just knew we had to take her in. And Melissa, the darling that she is, took Alicia under her wing and guided her. You know schooling was a little tough for her and then there was her weight problem. Thank goodness she's doing so much better now."

Mr. Garrison cleared his throat in an attempt to shut Melinda up. Alicia sighed. Once again Melinda had managed to make her look like some stray dog she let in off the streets.

Gabriel fought back a growl. Garrison needed to get his wife under control before he put her ass in check. "Well, from what I've observed, it seems like Ms. Monroe is a very strong and intelligent young woman who would've been okay regardless of where she ended up."

Alicia smiled shyly at Gabriel, embarrassed yet thankful for his comment.

Melinda couldn't believe this man. The whole night she had been trying to get him to take an interest in Melissa, and here he was, going on about Alicia. It was bad enough her husband had to take in the little black reject off the streets. The women at the Country Club had a field day with that, and now this. The last thing she needed was this nobody taking away from her daughter, which was exactly what Alicia was doing. Melissa might not have been smart, but she was damn sure more stunning than Alicia's fat ass. Melissa was exactly the type of woman Gabriel needed on his arm, a good showpiece.

If only she could get him to take an interest in Melissa. Hell, she really only needed him to sleep with Melissa and knock her up. From what she read, Mr. Kirkland came from old money and with a family as reputable as his, the last thing they would want was a bastard child born out of wedlock. A marriage to Gabriel Kirkland would put them on the social map, not to mention the financial benefits. I need to do something quick so I can get his attention off of that cow and onto my daughter.

"Alicia, dear, do you mind helping me with the dessert?"

"Sure, I don't mind."

"Excuse us," Melinda said, smiling sweetly. 

**** Alicia knew something was up, Melinda never asked for help with anything. Normally, if Melinda wanted her to do something, she just told her to go do it. Once in the kitchen, she braced herself for whatever nonsense she was about to hear.

"Okay, so what do you need me to help you with?"

Folding her arms across her chest as if she was about to discipline a child, Melinda gave her a look that let her know whatever she was about to say had nothing to do with dessert.

"The only thing I need you to do is to go upstairs and stay there until Mr. Kirkland leaves. Do you have any idea how important tonight is? Instead of focusing on the business, a business, mind you, that William has built from the ground up, we're stuck listening to the sad little story called your life. Do you really think that man gives a damn about what you've been through or your future goals? He's just showing you some pity and you're too stupid to realize it." 

Shaking her head as she plated the dessert, Melinda went on, "Nobody cares how messed up your life is or what your aspirations are. If anything goes wrong with this deal, we could lose everything. Is that what you want? Especially after we took you in, fed and clothed you. I think it would be best if you did us all a favor and disappeared for the night."

"Let's get one thing straight. You didn't take anybody in. Uncle William did and, yes, I'm grateful for everything he has done for me. But as far as you and Melissa go, I'm getting real sick and tired of the little snide remarks and constant put-downs. I, personally, think for someone as old as you are, you should be above such childish and petty behavior, but apparently that's not the case." 

Alicia didn't know who was more shocked at the end of her rant, her or Melinda. She had never stood up to Melinda before.

"Why you little bitch, the only reason you are here is because I allow it. I keep you around because that means there's one less housekeeper I have to pay," Melinda chuckled, "As matter of fact, I think it's time that you moved on. Aren't you tired of mooching off of William?"

Instead of waiting for an answer, she went on. "Yes, I think it would be in your best interest to move on. You and I both know that I have William wrapped around my finger, and if he has to choose between you and his family, well, I think you know who he'll choose."

Alicia turned away, not having anything to say and definitely not wanting to hear anymore. For once, she just wanted to be done with everything.

**** Unable to sleep, Alicia sat looking out of her window at the night sky. Surrounded by darkness, she held on to her teddy bear, Mr. Jingles. It was given to her by her parents and it was the only thing she had left that brought her any comfort. Part of her wanted to cry at her circumstances, yet the other part of her was tired of crying. 

She had nothing, no friends, no family, and no one to confide in. She couldn't go to William, Melinda was right. As nice as he was, the man was clueless when it came to his wife and child, in his eyes, they could do no wrong. 

Alicia racked her brain, trying to come up with a solution to her problems. She knew, no matter what, she had to leave, if only for her own peace of mind. Melinda would make her life a living hell if she tried to stay, and would do only God knows what to get her out the house. 

I have a couple hundred saved up, I could get a small studio, I'll just have to take time off from school, get a second job, and save up 'til I can go back. That's it. It'll be rough, but at least I won't have to deal with her anymore.

Feeling a little better about the situation, she got up to go to bed. Just as Alicia was drifting off in to la-la land, she heard a light tapping sound coming from the window. At first, she thought maybe she imagined it, but then she heard it again. She sighed, throwing back her blanket; maybe it was an animal or something.

Peering out of the window, she saw nothing. As she turned to go back to bed, she paused, all of sudden feeling the need to open the window. Undoing the latch, she opened the window, allowing the cool breeze to caress her skin. Somehow the light air comforted her, almost as if someone was hugging her. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she enjoyed the warm feeling that was spreading through her. Then she heard it again, the light tapping, but this time at her door.

"What the hell?" she whispered. It was almost three in the morning, who the hell would be knocking at the door this time of night?

"Just a second," she called, as she put on her robe, but there was no response.

Alicia threw open the door, expecting to see Melinda, but there was no one at the door or in the hallway. Ok, either someone is playing around or I really need to take my ass to bed. Alicia closed the door, but as she started towards her bed, she stopped dead in her tracks. Standing before her was Gabriel Kirkland, except this was not the same man who was wearing a suit earlier.

The man standing before her was completely nude, each and every rippling muscle on display. Somewhere in her mind, she knew she should scream, run, or, hell, do something, but instead she just stood there, eyes wide and mouth open. Unable to move, she just stared at Gabriel, who had the stance of a predator ready to pounce on his prey. At that moment, several thoughts ran through her mind, but none were able to make sense of her current situation.

"Mr. Kirkland, what the hell are you doing here?" she asked in a shaky voice. Alicia shook her head, she felt like an idiot, the man was naked in her bedroom, and that was all she could come up with. Breaking out of her stupor, she focused on Gabriel.

"Well, truth is, I was heading home until I realized I had forgotten something," he stated calmly, like he wasn't standing in her room completely nude.

"And you had to come butt-naked through my window to get it?" Alicia squeaked, "I mean how the hell did you even get in here and why are you naked? If you think..."

He laughed, cutting her off midsentence. In any other circumstance, it would have been sexy, but right then, it was scaring the hell out of her. Those eyes, the same blue eyes she thought were so beautiful earlier, look crazed.

"No need to be scared. I won't hurt you." Trying to get a hold of her emotions, she asked, "What did you leave behind?" Although judging by the hard-on he was sporting, she had good idea what he wanted.

"You."

"What!"

"I think you heard me." Gabriel grinned as he took a step forward.

"Are you crazy?" she stuttered. He had to be joking, there was no way he could be serious. Alicia closed her eyes. This had to be a dream, a hallucination as a result of all the stress.

"No, I just want what's mine."

Panic set in; the man was certifiable. Taking a deep breath, Alicia inched backwards until her back was against the door. Slowly, she reached out to grab the doorknob. 

"You can go ahead and try, but you won't get very far."

She moved slightly and he let out a low growl that she assumed was meant to be a warning, and looking into his icy blue eyes, Alicia shivered. Part of her was scared to run, but she'd be damned if she would just stand there and let him take her and force her to do God knows what, or worse, be murdered.

Spinning around, she flung open the door as fast as she could, prepared to run for her life. Gabriel, however, didn't lie about her not getting far. Before she could get a foot out the door, he was on her. Determined to fight, she tried to kick, claw, punch, anything to get away, but he was too strong. Alicia let out a blood-curdling scream, hoping someone would hear. 

Caught in his strong arms, Alicia felt him apply pressure to her neck. She thought for sure he was trying to choke her, reaching behind her head she tried to claw at his face hoping to get him to loosen up. Within seconds, she felt numb; she couldn't move or utter a sound. Alicia began losing consciousness; before the darkness took her, all she could do was watch in vain as Gabriel lifted her into his arms, knowing her life would never be the same after tonight.



Taken Ch. 02



-Sage-

I woke up the next morning and felt absolutely amazing. My body felt relaxed and stimulated at the same time, if that was even possible. I could not remember a time when I've ever felt more at peace with the world, that is, until I opened my eyes. Shane had his left arm and leg draped over my naked body, pinning me down. I felt the disgust grip my throat as I attempted to sneak from beneath his sleeping body, but my movements woke him.

"Good morning, Baby. How are you feeling?" he asked, smiling at me and stroking my cheek lovingly. He made me fucking sick. He was using me, using my body for his own twisted pleasure and was calling it love. If this was love, I wanted absolutely no fucking part of it.

"I feel like I've been kidnapped, raped, used, and abused. Does that about sum it up?" I spat angrily.

"But Baby..." he began, looking at me, heartbroken. I hated him...I hated how he could do everything he had done and yet still have the capacity to look so damn innocent.

"Oh, please, Shane. What did you expect to happen? You think you could just make me cum two times and I would call it even? I would just be the loving wife you always wanted? Fuck you! I didn't get a choice in the matter so I don't owe you shit. You're still a fucking monster," I said, pushing him off of me.

-Shane-

I would be lying if I said that shit didn't hurt. She was supposed to care about me... we made a connection. I did not want to accept the possibility that her attraction for me was purely physical and spur-of-the-moment. She came so hard that she released her inhibitions and called me incredible! Now, she looked at me with those hate-filled, hazel eyes. Fuck it! I got up without so much as another glance at her and went to take a shower. Fuck her. I didn't have time for her or her bullshit right now.

Livid, I stood in the shower and let the water wash over me. Who the fuck did she think she was, talking to me that way? I had a mind to go back in there and show her who's boss but it wasn't worth it. She'd know soon enough for herself.

-Sage-

I went too far and I knew it. I'm surprised he didn't haul off and punch me in my mouth for what I had said to him. I watched his jaw tense and him open and closed his fists as if he wanted to. It was very stupid of me but words can't describe how good it feels to hurt him. It's sick and twisted, I know, but I wanted him to feel as bad as I did...even worse, if possible, but I couldn't make him feel a fraction of my pain.

I heard the water turn on in the bathroom after he walked away from me. His cheeks were flushed with emotion when he got up. I wanted nothing more than to throw a toaster in the shower with him but I couldn't do anything until I knew how to get out of here without him. After awhile, I heard the knobs squeak off and heard the shower door close.

He walked into the bedroom with a towel around his waist, going to his closet to get clothes out for the day. I fought to keep my eyes from wandering to his body because he just might take that as an invitation. We pretended as though we didn't see each other as I walked past him to make breakfast. As an unspoken agreement, I made the meals and kept the house clean. In an effort to show him how angry I was, I made him a simple bowl of cereal... a definite demotion from the eggs, bacon or sausage, toast or pancakes, and orange juice like normal. We ate in silence before he put his bowl into the sink and left for work.

For some reason I was actually disappointed that he didn't say anything to me or retaliate against my defiant behavior. Why did I want his attention? Why did it matter to me?

~*~*~*~*~

34 days later...

-Shane-

A little over a month had passed and I still barely acknowledged Sage's presence. I didn't say goodbye when I left for work and I didn't greet her when I got home unless she did so first. Ever so often, I would say something to her during the meals by my own accord and those days, she would smile brightly and eagerly accept conversation. The isolation was definitely taking a toll on her. She had no one to talk to but me and when I was at work she was all alone.

I thought about getting her a pet to keep her company because it was getting very busy at my job due to the season change and it wasn't uncommon for me to work a few extra hours a day for overtime. But she didn't deserve a pet... not with her attitude.

On days I worked overtime, when I got home Sage's eyes would light up when she saw me. She would ask me about my day and if there was anything she could do for me. I would just have her nuke the dinner she had made for me in the microwave and eat while she watched me closely, waiting for me to say something to her. It was weird how her whole demeanor had changed in just over a month.

-Sage-

I had given up any hope that someone would find me. Obviously, Shane was right. No one was looking for me or else they would have found me by now. Fuck them. I didn't need their fucking rescue. Lucky for me, I was being well taken care of... by a man that cared about me. Even though he hasn't been acting like it, lately, Shane loved me. I couldn't help but think that if I was taken from work and Shane was my fiancé, he would have found me by now. Unlike Malachi. How could I have ever thought that he loved me?

"Shane?" I asked one day when he was eating the chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and green beans that I had made him.

"Yes, Sage?" he asked, not looking up from his plate. My heart sank that he still seemed mad at me and my bottom lip trembled slightly at the lack of interest.

"Do you still love me?" I asked, quietly as if I were a child. I had been wondering about this for the last few days. If he didn't love me anymore, what would become of me? I needed an answer. I watched as he stopped eating and swallowed the bite that was already in his mouth.

"More than you could ever imagine," he said without hesitation, "Why?"

"Because I've been feeling really neglected and unloved, lately," I said, honestly. I watched as the cold disinterest slowly faded from his soft blue eyes.

"Really?" he ask, putting down his fork and walking over to me.

"Yes," I said, tears filling my eyes.

"Shh," he whispered, comfortingly as he stroked my cheek. "I love you so much. I'm sorry that I've made you feel otherwise. I thought you hated me. I was just giving you some time to yourself."

"I did," I admitted, "I hated you for so long before I realized how much you love me. If you didn't love me, you wouldn't have done all of this to keep me here. Honestly, I'm glad I'm here with you. I was so fucking tired of everything having to be so fucking perfect. I wasn't real when I wasn't with you...I was this artificial robot that was so unhappy... but then, I found you and you've shown me that everything doesn't have to be society's definition of perfect to be genuinely perfect."

-Shane-

I couldn't believe my ears... what had happened to the girl that told me she hated me during sex and called me a monster afterwards? What happened to the girl that carried every ounce of disdain she could muster in a single stare and had damn near slapped me senseless?

"I'm perfect?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow and pointing to myself.

"You're perfect for me," she said, kissing me, causing my eyes to grow wide in surprise, "Bedroom, now."

I quickly obliged, picking her up out of her chair allowing her long legs to wrap securely around my waist. I barely made it upstairs the way she was kissing me. After I made it to my room, I laid her gently on my bed. She wasted no time, ripping my work shirt down the middle. Buttons flew everywhere as she raked her fingers impatiently against my chest. She began to kiss her way down my stomach and her quick hands went for my belt and zipper.

In no time, she had my excruciatingly hard cock out and was running her tongue along it. "Oh, fuck!" I shouted at the contact. She looked up at me, staring into my eyes as she closed her lips around it and began to suck. "Dammit, Sage!"

She smirked around my dick and increased her speed, causing me groan aloud. This was better than anything I could have ever imagined. She reached her right hand up and gently cradled my balls giving them a feather light massage that was driving me wild. "Sage...Baby, I'm so fucking close," I groaned as she bobbed her head on my cock vigorously. In no time at all, I was shooting my load down her throat. Her eyes darkened as she audibly slurped the cum from my dick and swallowed. When she was finished, she smiled... A woman after my own heart.

Before I could come down from my high, she was stripping off her clothes. "Fuck me," she growled, pulling me on top of her.

-Sage-

My eyes bulged as he obliged my demand. I moaned loudly as he pumped himself in and out of my pussy, leaving no spot inside of me untouched. I ran my fingertips along his abdomen, feeling his abs contact with every thrust. "Mmm, Shane!" I screamed after he angled himself to brush my g-spot and prod my cervix with every stroke.

"Fuck, Sage, you're gonna fucking kill me," he said after I sank my teeth into his forearm as he fucked me senseless. I loved the way he fucked me. He flipped me over and slowly began to fuck me doggy style, landing a delicious slap here and there on my ass. I felt his strong hands grip my ass roughly as he slammed into me. I rubbed my clit as he continued to take me to heaven.

"Sh-sh-shane! I'm about to cum!" I screamed as my walls clutched his still-thrusting cock, enticing him to shoot his load inside of me...which he did. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately... I needed that.

"I love you," he said, closing his eyes, nearly asleep.

"I love you, too," I said in a small voice. His eyes shot open.

-Malachi-

Over a month has passed and no one has heard anything from Sage. The police department has no leads and neither do I. By now, I'm convinced that she's either dead or she doesn't want to be found... as much as it hurts to think about. What if she did run away? Would she do that? She hasn't even contacted her grandparents!

I don't know what to do. Should I let bygones be bygones and move on with my life, allowing the police to do their own job for once or should I continue on this ridiculous vigilante crusade for a dead woman or a woman that doesn't even want me anymore? I couldn't give up on her, I decided. She would never give up on me. What if she was alive but being held against her will?

~*~*~*~

-Shane-

After that night, things had become a lot better for the two of us. I think she finally realized that with me is where she belonged. She smiled when she saw me and was constantly looking for ways to make me happy and I her. Everyday when I got home from work, I brought home gifts for her to show her how much she meant to me.

Six months of very little sun exposure was taking a toll on her: her skin was pallid and her hair was brittle and dull. It scared me... a lot and it forced me to allow her in the backyard... that was a big risk on my part and she behaved beautifully. She ran outside, dancing and laughing from sunrise to sunset. She was beautiful.

When I first brought her home, there were several people looking for her across several counties in the state. I couldn't go to work without seeing numerous 'Have You Seen Me?' flyers with her description and picture that I assumed were posted by friends and family. I hated to put them through such grief. I wished there was another way... I wished I could let them know that she was unharmed and happy with her rightful spouse. Unfortunately, there was no other way...

Now, however, many of the flyers have blown away or been ripped down. No new ones have been put up. For a second, I was worried about someone finding her, but I knew it would be tough for them. After all, I had no real ties to her and with her profession, it could have been anyone that had taken her. No one knew anything about me. I was no one and soon they assumed that she just picked up and moved away...

~*~*~*~

"I missed you!" she squealed, jumping into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed my lips.

"I missed you, too, Baby," I said, setting her to her feet and handing her a bouquet of yellow roses, "How was school?" Now that the search had pretty much ceased, I allowed her to take her classes online based out of an out of state university. It just scared me because soon, she would be starting clinicals and would have to leave home but she loved me and I loved her, she would never endanger that.

"They're beautiful, Babe! School was okay... I have a test tomorrow," she said, walking me to the dining room and gesturing for me to have a seat at the table. Soon, she appeared with a big bowl of chicken gumbo and rice. She was the best fucking cook.

"Good luck...do you need me to help you study?" I asked, ready to make flash cards.

"No, I think I've got it," she said, taking a seat next to me, "How was work?"

"Same bullshit... better now that I'm with you," I said, smirking.

"Aw, you're just saying that!" she said, flushing, She was absolutely adorable when she was embarrassed.

"Of course not. Do you know what today is, Love?" I asked, between bites. She looked deep in thought before she broke out into a smile.

"Our six month anniversary!" she squealed excitedly. Her smile was so fucking perfect. I would do anything in my power to see it more often.

"Yes, you remembered," I said, smiling.

"Of course I did. How could I ever forget such a special day?" she asked. It hurt me that she honestly didn't remember it to begin with...

-Sage-

I smiled as I watched him eat his meal. He was always so appreciative and supportive of my goals... It was almost as if I was all that mattered to him. I loved him so much. At first, I didn't understand him. I was so wrapped up in what 'society' thought was right and wrong, I didn't even give him the chance that he deserved... Yeah, he took me against my will from the parking garage but he also took me away from a life that I had been wanting to get away from forever now, though I had no idea at the time.

Malachi was who 'society' wanted me to be with. We were 'such a cute couple' and 'perfect for each other'. It was appalling how much control I let 'society' have over my fucking life...It never occurred to me that maybe, just maybe I didn't want to be with Malachi at all. Maybe I didn't want to live the perfect little life, with the perfect little clothes, in the perfect little house, with the perfect little car, with the perfect fucking husband! Maybe I wanted a change... Maybe Shane was the best fucking thing that ever happed to me...Maybe Shane rescued me from a mediocre life filled with monotony... Maybe I owed him...

-Shane-

As soon as I finished my meal, she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. She practically dragged upstairs and into the bedroom. "Sit down," she instructed, gesturing to our bed. I obliged, taking a set in the center at the foot. She straddled my lap and kissed me forcefully. "I love you, Shane," she said, unbuttoning my shirt.

"I love you, too, Baby," I said, pulling her shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. I ran my tongue around her dark areola before taking her hardened nipple into my mouth as I slipped my hand down the front of her shorts and into her tight cunt. I couldn't wait to be inside of her. She groaned, grinding her pussy on my finger and moaning my name. She was so fucking wet, it was ridiculous. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes, I missed you so fucking much," she said, nibbling her bottom lip, "I want you so much, Shane." I loved when she was like this. I told her to get on her feet and I pulled her shorts down, revealing her beautiful pussy to me. Without thinking, I buried my nose in her soft, trimmed mound and lightly licked her clit. "Fuck, Shane!" she groaned, gripping my traps. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Come here," I said, gesturing to my lap. She sat on my lap and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her hot cunt was radiating heat all over me. I flipped her on her back and kissed and nipped at her slender neck, leaving small red spots all over.

"Please don't tease me," she begged. I looked down at her beautiful face that was twisted in erotic torture and felt a surge of desire pass over me, "Fuck me hard."

-Sage-

I didn't want a soft, gentle lovemaking session. I had been getting that all my life. Another thing I loved about Shane was the way he fucked me. That's right, he fucked me. He didn't act as if I was some fragile piece of china the can be broken by a bump in the road. No, he fucked me hard because he knew that I was made for him. I was made to be able to take whatever he delivered... even when he fucked me like he was trying to hurt me. It was almost like it was an escape from reality for the both of us.

He looked into my eyes as if he was accepting a challenge. It was so fucking hot. He never broke eye contact as he roughly pushed inside of me. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he slammed into me repeatedly. "Fuck!" I screamed loudly. A sexy, demented smile painted his face as he fucked me the way only he could. The way I loved. "Don't fucking stop!" His skin slapped against my clit making sting deliciously. He gripped my hips and crashed his lips against mine. I took his lower lip into my mouth and bit down. He growled as his eyes rolled back. When I released him, he kissed and bit my neck, marking me repeatedly. I relished in the sound of his sweaty body colliding with mine and the bittersweet pain that came with it. "I'm cumming!" I announced as my walls clamped around his cock.

"Fuck, Sage!" he groaned as he shot his cum inside of me. I smiled, lightly as he fell on top of me, spent. I wrapped my arms and legs around his tightly so he wouldn't go anywhere. I wanted us to stay this way forever. It was then that I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Shane Austin.



Taken Ch. 02



Lia came to with a throbbing in her head that was worse than anything she'd ever felt. She tried to move and failed. As her eyes focused and her brain started functioning, she realized that her arms were tethered above her. She fought the pain that coursed through her head as she moved to look to her right and left. She was bound, with course rope, to her and Troy's four-poster bed. Reality came crashing down on her as she remembered the stranger and what he had done to her. Oh, God! Had he done anything else to her while she was unconscious? Suddenly in a panic, she raised her head up as far as she could to look around, ignoring the pain in her body. She quickly assessed that she was still nude, though now dry, when her eyes locked with his, the stranger's. He was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed watching her. He stood with the grace of an athlete and growled, "So she finally wakes up. Didn't think I'd hit you THAT hard. You looked like a tougher broad." He had an accent, but she couldn't place it in her befuddled state.

Indignant at his statement, she spat, "Sorry to spoil your plans. I'm not in the habit of being beaten." She strained against the ropes, testing to see if she could pull free. 

Suddenly he was on top of her, pushing her into the bed, with his hands on either side of her head pulling her loose hair. He said quietly and with menace, "You said you would be good. I already punished you once for trying to get free of your cuffs. Do you want me to do it again?" 

Lia scoffed, "Get free from those cuffs? You've got to be joking."

His face betrayed only a hint of a smirk at her bold remark. "That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble. Anyone ever told you that?" 

She had been told that before. She couldn't help it. She wasn't raised to just let people walk all over her. Her world had suddenly been turned completely on its head. She wasn't used to not having control of a situation. She was frustrated and her head ached, not to mention the giant laying on top of her. "Then why don't you just gag me!" she hissed. Mercifully her legs were still free so she tried to shift her hips to buck him off. 

In response he pushed himself against her harder, making it clear she was going nowhere. "That's not a bad idea," he said. 

Lia's eyes widened. Damn it, why couldn't she learn to keep her mouth shut. She didn't want to be gagged. Luckily, he didn't move to get anything to gag her with. Unfortunately, this left him on top of her still. She turned her head away from him to glance out the window. What time was it? Would Troy worry why she hadn't shown up to work yet? Did he even know she wasn't there? They worked in different departments, so that could be possible. Hopefully, someone is worried she didn't show up and told him. 

She was brought out of her thoughts as the man shifted on her and turned her head back to face him. "I won't gag you as long as you behave and tell me what I need to know. Otherwise, we have all day to have a little fun here," he said as he spread her legs apart with his knee and settled between her thighs. She couldn't squeeze them back together, his legs were steel and wouldn't budge. Hopefully, he doesn't have all day, she thought. Please let Troy be worried and come home early!

"What time is it?" she blurted.

Wariness came over his face for a moment and but then it turned to lust, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that." He supported himself on one arm and slowly started to move his other hand down her body. She clenched her fists against the ropes and squeezed her eyes shut. This is a bad dream. This isn't happening. She felt something cool against her breast and her eyes snapped open. He no longer was using his hand. He had an assault knife out now and was lightly grazing it against her breast. Where did he get that from? He was still fully dressed. She glanced down what she could see of his body and realized he had various pockets and holsters, but luckily she didn't see a gun. Didn't mean he didn't have one somewhere though. 

"So..." he paused as he swirled the knife around her nipple, "are you going to tell me what I need to know." He pressed the edge of the knife against her nipple, and she grimaced in pain. 

Not taking her eyes off of the knife she said, "What do you want with me? I'm nothing special. This is just a farm."

Still playing his game with the knife, gradually increasing pressure, watching her facial reactions, he said, "Oh, you must be special if he let you live with him. Some people have secrets, expensive secrets. Secrets like these would be hard to hide from a wife."

She flinched as he started to run the knife lower, but she responded boldly, "I'm nobody's wife."

"No?" he raised an eyebrow at her in question. When she didn't respond he continued, "Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free, eh?" 

When she remained stoic and silent, he increased pressure and he started to cut her. Her resolve crumbled when the fire of the knife's edge took hold and he began to cut away at her flesh. Lia finally screamed, "Stop! No, please, stop! I'll answer you! We don't see the point! Neither of us wants to get married! Please, just stop! I don't know anything!" She screamed out the words in a blur, not even sure he could understand her through her pain and hurry. Tears that she'd held back earlier now began to flow freely. 

He sat up on his knees and watched as sobs wracked her body. "Hmm, no, perhaps you don't know anything." He held the knife up to his mouth and licked her blood off of it then lowered it to her neck. "I guess we'll have to find another way to have some fun."

*

Troy was seriously worried now. It was going on 10:00 a.m. and he'd received no response to his texts and she wasn't answering his calls. He picked up his phone and dialed his neighbor that lived a couple miles down the gravel road. John answered with gusto as always, "Hallo!"

"John, I need a favor."

John's happy tone disappeared as he heard the worry in his friend's voice, "What do ya need?"

"Lia never showed up for work and she's not answering her phone. Can you run down and check on her."

John replied quickly, "Oh, yea. Sure. I'll go right now."

Troy breathed a little easier, "Thanks John. Hopefully, she just fell back asleep and her phone is on silent. Tell her to call me okay?"

"Will do! Bye."

Troy felt a little better knowing John was going to see what was up. He had a bad feeling, though. If it wasn't 30 miles away, he would have gone to check himself. He stared at his phone and waited.



Taken Ch. 02



"I want to hear you say it." His voice commanded from behind me. Although I couldn't see his face, I knew that he must have been as exhausted as I, but he made no detection of that in his booming stature. We had gotten to 100 spankings. I was delirious and broken, sweaty, incapable of all rational thought ... completely submissive. I was His. I was His before this, and still His now. 

"Say it, slut." His voice still retained resolve and strength, though I knew he must be exhausted. 

My body was glistening with sweat and weary from being broken. The truth had to come out. There was no denying it any longer. 

My resolve was broken. I sobbed. 

"Yes, yes, yes ... a million times yes. I..." my body trembled with the truth and I choked out a painful, guttural animal sound. "I ..."

"I made a mistake, Sir." I cried tearfully, heaving with heartache for what I'd done to us. 

"I'm so sorry." I sobbed. 

"I'm yours, I am yours, I'm yours ..." I was choking on my tears now. 

My body shook with the sickening thought that I'd lodged us into such a terrible situation, that it took Him kidnapping me to get us to this place -- back to where we belonged. 

What a mess I'd made of things. I had no idea how to undo it, so I opened my legs, spread my love open and pushed my cunt and ass out in offering to Him. That was all I knew to do, and it was purely instinctual. 

"Oh, Nat." He placed his strong hand over his mouth and through my half-open eyes, looking back, upside down, through my legs, knowing I wasn't supposed to be seeing this, I saw the faintest trace of tears in his crystalline eyes, but he was loathe to allow any hint of emotional demise. I could tell he was pleased, though, at the very least, he was proud that I had come so far in my submission to him. 

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment, and then took a long draw of breath to steel himself in the moment. Then he grasped onto either side of my ass and plunged his perfect, thick, made-for-me cock deep inside of my burning cunt. I cried out in ecstasy and arched my back. 

Deep inside me, I felt whole now. He heaved into me, thrusting the entire force of his body over and over again as I took it perfectly, feeling complete with him inside of me. Over and over and over, never wanting this punishment to end. And it wasn't punishment in the physical sense, but in the emotional / mental sense ... breaking me down, because each time he pulled back I felt empty. Each time he was deep inside of me, I felt full. 

He pried my ass apart, and the sweat from our bodies' heat made the perfect lubricant for his fat thumb to venture its way into my ass. My body quivered as he played me like a fine instrument, and I shrieked in delight and surprise. Bending me to his will, taking me to the edge; only easing off when he knew it was too much for me to bear without plunging us into the ocean of orgasmic delight. And then he fucked my ass with such force I felt as though I would pass out again. 

I couldn't barely catch my breath. 

My body was nothing more than throbbing molecules and plasticine pieces of dreams. I begged for my orgasm. I begged like a hungry whore. I begged like a cock-hungry whore whose very existence depended on this orgasm. I screamed out and he denied me, pulling out and resting the glistening head of his piece at the entrance of my steaming slit. Then placing the head at the entrance to my open anus. Back and forth between cunt and ass, and he rubbed the hot head of his cock at the entrance of my wet cavern and I cried out, screeching for supplication.

I scratched and clawed and cried and begged and promised anything and everything "Master, Sir, Justin, my love, I swear, I will do anything, please oh please, please sir, please I beg you please just let me come, please put your cock inside of me and please bring it to me, let me come & come inside of me."  And finally he gave it to me after what seemed an eternity of me pleading. But he did. 

And I came. We came. 

Waves and waves of endless orgasms, mine and his - hot semen washing over my convulsing insides. My body wracked with unending pleasure, so pure and so unforgiving. So perfect and so present, that the next second was a small let down. Just a small one, but still. 

And finally, when He was done, He lowered me down & held me. We clung to one another in silence for what seemed an eternity, both of us knowing the moment we let go, the entire world would continue to unravel and we'd be left with nothing but yards and yards of yearning. We'd end up back at the beginning. 

We both wanted so desperately to stay in this very moment. But how realistic was that? 

"Take me to Catalina." I mumbled, but so incoherently due to the dryness of my mouth. There was no way he could have deciphered that request. 

"Natalie, my little wifey-slut ... you don't think he'd come looking there for you?" Justin was too smart to get caught kidnapping me. And he had too much to lose. 

"No, sir, please ... I will be like a ghost. I won't let him find me. I will disappear. I will live only for you." I could picture our life, and I wanted this, but Justin was practical and so very intelligent. 

"You want to go to Catalina? You have to go back and figure this all out." 



Taken Ch. 02



"C'mon darling, time to go!" I sat up slightly confused and disoriented. The previous day rushed back to me in a tidal wave. I looked around frantically, all senses on high alert.

"Skye? Calm down, it will all be okay," Clyde sad down beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I hugged myself tightly and tried to soothe my panic. Okay!? How could it be okay? How could he think his comfort was going to make any of this okay?

"Restrain her, we have to leave." Georgie instructed. Clyde began to tie my ankles together with some blue rope from his duffel bag, but instead of the hog tie he had me in earlier, he kept my wrists in front of me. When he pulled out the duct tape he looked apologetic.

"This is just until we get back on the main road." 

Ripping off a large piece with his teeth he carefully covered my mouth and kissed my cheek. 

"You are behaving well this morning," he complimented with pride.

"Because she's only been awake for ten minutes; give her time, I'm sure she's not done. Now let's go," grumbled Georgie, no doubt suffering a massive hangover. Clyde grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up over his shoulder which dug into my pelvis but I didn't fight, I knew now wasn't the time. Clyde held a hand over my skirt to try and hold it down, in some attempt of affording me modesty.

"Ready." Georgie opened the door and they moved fast. Not quite running but walking at a very brisk pace. The sun was barely up, enough light for them to not trip over their feet but enough darkness to hide the fact they were carting me around all tied up. 

Within minutes Clyde and I were in the back, a few sleeping bags had been rolled out to give some measure of comfort. He set me down and lay beside me. Georgie started the truck and we were gone. With nothing else to do I soon fell asleep again. When we stopped the sun was higher in the sky. Clyde sat me up on the edge of the truck bed and removed the duct tape. I hissed but held in my scream. Freeing my wrists, Clyde handed me a cheeseburger.

"I also got you a chocolate milkshake, hope you're not allergic." He looked hesitant, almost worried of how I'd react. I smiled genuinely and reached out for it. 

"Chocolate is my favorite," I replied gratefully. Georgie sat on the curb, glancing around as he ate his food. He was vigilant, keen. I saw something predatory in his eyes and I could tell he'd done this before and more than once. Clyde had more of a carefree innocence to him.

"I have to pee," I announced as they started to get cleaned up.

"Piss yourself, there is no way..."

"I'll take her," Clyde interrupted, already undoing my ties.

"She'll try to escape," Georgie warned holding out a small handgun. After several minutes of staring at it, Clyde took it and tucked it into his waistband. He led me to the men's room. Since I actually had to pee I didn't argue. He stood at the door and motioned me towards the stalls.

The first few were a mess but the last one looked untouched.

"It's really awkward knowing you're standing 

there listening," I confessed. Of all things to be embarrassed about, granted I'd never found myself in this type of situation before. 

"Skye, its natural human function, we're going to spend the rest of our lives together, I am bound to hear you pee some point," he laughed. I had been holding it too long, I shrugged the embarrassment away. The rest of the afternoon went by fast and by night time I was exhausted. I did nothing but lay in the same position for hours listening to Clyde talk about the farm. My limbs protested as I moved around and I took a minute to admire the hotel room this one was much nicer. On the downside, it came with a mini bar so Georgie seemed content to stay in his bed.

"It's your turn to shower," Clyde announced.

"I don't have any extra clothes."

"I have a dress for you. Although this bathroom has a pretty big window so I'll be supervising." My heart almost leapt in my throat at the idea.

"I'd rather not," I replied, while trying to remain polite.

"You need to shower to keep yourself clean. Now get your butt in there," he snapped. He pointed to the bathroom and grabbed a backpack. I didn't protest until we were once again behind the locked door Clyde started the water.

"Well, you aint gonna shower in your clothes are ya?"

"I'm clean...really," I protested.

"Skye, you will take off that uniform and wash up! Do not make me tell you twice," he warned through gritted teeth. I stood there, staring at the floor for the longest time before I began to undress, shivering at the cold temperature of the bathroom. I felt sick and exposed and vulnerable. Clyde handed me the shampoo and offered me the soap when I needed it. I could feel his eyes constantly on me and I couldn't seem to cover myself up enough. 

"Water is getting cold," I announced. He turned it off and wrapped me in a giant towel, helping me dry my hair. It was strange for me to have someone not only see me naked but to be doing such intimate things to me.

"You don't have to do this," I objected, face aflame.

"I want to though." He continued to rub me down, instructing me when to hold my arms out and I felt hot tears roll down my face as he touched my most cherished body parts, taking much longer than necessary to dry them. I almost gasped at the feel of him pressing the towel up between my legs; alarms went off in my head, screaming at me to do something, anything. Make him stop, this wasn't right! Before I could utter a single word he stopped and pulled away.

"Doesn't that feel better?" he asked, he was breathing heavier now as he stood there staring at me, towel hanging in his hands. His hand reached out for me but stopped just inches before touching me. He pulled his hand away and cleared his throat. He clenched his fist as he held it against himself.

"Dry and dress," he instructed holding out a dress. It was hand sewn and old; the fabric was an outdated floral pattern.

"Where did you get this?" 

"Two of Georgie's wives made it for you, it might be a little big on you though, and we weren't sure what size you'd be until I chose you." I pulled it over my head, grateful to be at least covered now. I felt a little lost in the outfit; it was rather large and long.

"You look amazing." But my reflection disagreed. My hair hung in large blonde clumps and my cheek had a dark purple bruise from Georgie's fist. My eyes were red from crying. I didn't even look like myself. He led me out of the bathroom and towards the bed. He motioned for me to sit while Georgie pulled the entire mini bar in his lap.

"Can you watch her for a few minutes without beating her?" he asked Georgie.

"Are you getting smart with me brother?"

"No, Skye; I'll be right out. Be good please." I nodded, I didn't plan to start anything with Georgie; he'd already proved he was stronger and more ruthless. When I made my move for freedom I'd have to choose a time when he was gone or distracted. He had been right about the fact I wasn't done. I wouldn't be done until I was home and free, or possibly dead.

"I know you'll try again, I can see the defiance in your eyes." Georgie informed me, glancing my way. But I didn't reply or even look over at him. Clyde was out minutes later, than came to get settled beside me, stretching out.

"Come lay down," he instructed.

"I'm not tired," I protested softly.

"It was not a request," he snapped. I flinched than I crawled closer and settled myself down beside him, head resting on his chest. His arm encircled me protectively but I had never felt so afraid of another human being in my entire life. The men watched the football game, barely making conversation. The smell of alcohol made me queasy and shut my eyes, the noise of the game fading into the background. It was dark when I felt someone stir beside me. Clyde rubbed one hand down my side and his face was buried in my hair.

"I've waited a longtime for you Skye," he whispered, planting a quick kiss on my neck. I froze, unsure how to respond without encouraging him or incurring his wrath. But after a few minutes he fell back asleep and I lay awake, rigid in bed and curled up with Clyde. He was warm and I felt taken aback by how at ease I felt at that moment. 

I gave myself a quick mental kick. He was not my friend, he was my enemy. He was the one who pulled me into the truck and spanked me like a damn child. How could I even for a second relax? Sighing I tried to move, I had to get out of here. With both brothers snoring I felt like it took hours for me to move fraction by fraction.

When I stood beside the bed, free of restraints my heart leapt and I felt confident as I slid my feet across the hardwood floor trying to regulate my breathing. The rattling of the chain lock made Georgie stir and I froze, even holding my breath. When his chest began to rise and fall peacefully I focused on turning the locks. As the deadbolt slid with a thunk Georgie sat up and looked at me furiously. I felt almost paralyzed with fear but when he tossed the covers aside I threw the door open and ran. Georgie swore and I could hear his steps mere seconds behind me. I ran down the stairs, skipping some while hoping not to trip and fall.

I didn't expect what happened next. Georgie jumped the railing and landed in front of me at the bottom of the stairs, rolling on the balls of his feet. I turned to run back up but I just wasn't fast enough. He had his big arms wrapped around me and was dragging me towards the truck. 

"I KNEW it, you just can't fucking help yourself, can you?" he spat, his arm around my throat tightened. I kicked flailed, vision fading fast and muscles growing weaker the longer I was being deprived of oxygen. Georgie carried me towards the truck, keeping firm grip as he opened the double back doors and bent me over the truck bed. He immediately duct taped my wrists behind my back before wrapping it around my mouth and head a few times. Satisfied he'd done a thorough job, he backed up a little. I tried to stand back up only to have him run up and slam my head down against the metal bed. I felt a little dizzy but I remained still.

"While I would love to fuck you into submission, I swore to Clyde I wouldn't so we'll just have to settle for a good ol' beating." He pulled his belt out, it was a daunting sound, the whooshing through the loops of his jeans; the sound had me shaking in fear as I watched him fold it in half over my shoulder. I shook my head; if I could have talked I'd be begging. The first slap hit my leg and the intensity had me in instant tears. It radiated in pain and I wished I could scream. Lifting the dress he exposed me to the cold night air, and then he slapped my ass; the skin already sensitive and bruised. I screamed but the noise was too muffled.

Why couldn't anyone hear or see what was going on? It was the middle of the night, but someone had to be awake! Georgie brought his belt down over and over, every inch of me felt on fire by the time he was done. I slid to the cement, legs no longer able to support me. The ground was cold and slightly wet but it felt good. Georgie put his belt back on and shut the doors to the back of the truck.

"Time to wake up your husband Skye and tell him what you've done." He grabbed my elbow and forced me to stand; I was unsteady, legs not quite able to support me. 

"Walk or I'll beat you some more." I lowered my 

head but followed his lead, grunting in pain at every step I took that moved the flesh of my backside. As we entered the room Georgie threw me against Clyde's sleeping body. He awoke suddenly and I fell in between the beds, landing on my knees.

"While you sleep like a rock, your future bride was making her way outside...again! I took care of it this time, but if it happens again I will shoot her brother. We don't need this big of a risk." Clyde looked down at me, such disappointment in his eyes.

"What did you do to her?" Clyde demanded.

"Gave her a taste of my belt, she's intact, don't worry."

"You promised me Skye." Georgie laughed.

"They're Liars, until you put enough fear into them. Now pull out the dilaudid." Clyde picked me up and laid me on the bed; I cried out through the duct tape and rolled onto my side. Without another word he grabbed the black bag and pulled out a syringe and small glass bottle.

"I hate doing this," Clyde sighed, and it sounded as though he meant it.

"I know brother, but we have to protect the family." Clyde nodded as he measured what i hoped was a correct dose. I watched as he injected it into my arm. A rush of warmth spread through me and a tingling feeling flowed through my veins. My mind danced along the edges of consciousness. My muscles weakened as I felt more and more sleepy.

"This is just until we get home sweetheart." Next thing I knew I was out. Rare moments of consciousness were spent taking care of necessities or trying to fight off another injection. I was rarely alone and few times I was they kept me bound. I couldn't budge an inch. I knew we had stopped at least once because I'd awoken to a shower and I was naked with Clyde holding me up. When I fought him he pinned me down and shot me with another dose. When I finally was able to sit up, unrestrained I was told we were almost home. I didn't say a word, my body ached, and my mouth was dry, my brain felt heavy and my thoughts were spinning as I curled up and tried not to hurl.

"Are you going to tell momma about the close calls?"

"Yes, but those days are behind us now, right Skye?" I just stared at him blankly.

"Course they are, she runs away out here, she'll die of exposure. We're so far away from civilization she'd never find it. Not to mention we can track and hunt." When Georgie finally parked he hopped out to greet his oldest child Becky, 11 years old from his first wife Sarah, Clyde explained. It made the situation seemed all that more hopeless. But I saw something I hadn't seen from Georgie at all. His eyes lit up the moment his arms were wrapped around his little girl. Her love for him made him smile, and there was nothing sinister about it. It caught me a little off guard.

"I missed you Daddy! Did uncle find a wife?" she asked excitedly.

"Why don't you peek your head in there and find out?" He kissed her forehead and made his way back inside, Becky ran to the back and I could see her jumping up and down to see through the window.

"Uncle! Uncle! Did you find one?" she shouted. Clyde laughed and opened the hatch. Becky peered inside, staring at me.

"Wow, she sure is different! What's her name?"

"I named her Skye, because of her eyes." I looked away but he grabbed my chin and when I closed my eyes he squeezed.

"Show your new niece your beautiful eyes," he ordered. I stared at her, confused. What possible garbage had this child been brainwashed with? Becky continued to stare in fascination as though interactions like this were everyday stuff to her.

"Uh-oh, was Auntie Skye naughty uncle?"

"Yes, but I'm pretty sure she's learned her lesson."

"I hope so, spankings aren't very fun," she made a face than hopped down and ran around yelling.

"We have a new auntie, her name is Skye," she yelled as loud as she could.

"I knew she'd take a lying to you." He pulled me to the edge of the hatch and cut free my limbs. 

"Be careful now please." I slowly put weight down and stumbled beside him. He led me into the house and it was an enormous 2 story. It was built with a wraparound porch, a nice swing off to the side and a few chairs off to the left. The house was long and painted a pale yellow. It was almost too large to be a house, and my stomach knotted the closer we got to it. There were quite a few people sitting around the large living room, all were dressed in similar handmade clothes, and there were several kids playing on the floor. There was one teenage girl on a sofa reading a book, and an old lady that was in a rocking chair and was knitting; I assumed she was the mother. And the two women to my left were enjoying hobbies like embroidery while the other sewed some patches into clothes over her large pregnant belly. My future seemed even more terrifying.

"Skye, meet Sarah." Her and Becky had the same reddish hair. Sarah wore a pink dress, and her hair was in a tight bun as her green eyes looked up at me, evaluating me instantly. The other wife was Ruth; she had black hair and blue eyes. Mama was introduced as such and the teenage girl turned out to be the younger sister Emily. After Becky was Joseph, Cane, Abigail, Brandon, Josiah and the baby was Elizabeth. I tried to guess by eye and hair combinations who was whose but soon gave up.

"Auntie Skye was naughty," giggled Becky. A few children giggled and I blushed in humiliation. Clyde led me into the kitchen where Georgie's third wife was doing dishes.

"Meet Magdalene, but we just call her Maggie."

"Magdalene? As in Mary Magdalene?" I wasn't an expert on the bible, but I recalled the name and the story behind her.

"Georgie found her at a stripper bar, name seemed to fit; while she was not chaste, Georgie chose her anyways." He pulled me down the hall and up a staircase where he knocked on the first door and we were ushered inside.

"Christopher, meet Skye." Christopher looked young, I was guessing around my age; he was pale with short black hair and black clothes with even blacker nails. Most of his room was black and gothic except for the few statues of Jesus on the cross. His dark blue eyes looked away from his computer and up at me. The way the younger brother looked at me made me feel uneasy.

"Nice choice. Is the ceremony tonight than?" Clyde nodded. 

"Can't wait; you picked well brother." 

"She's pure, Georgie and I discussed it and we want you to go first." Christopher's expression went blank, unreadable.

"Are you sure about that? This is your first wife Clyde."

"As pleased as I would be to go first, I'll have her for the rest of my life, it only seems right you get to take her."

"Take me?" I demanded. The idea of anyone touching me let alone all three of them...

"On our wedding night; it's tradition for the brothers of the groom to help break in the new bride. Christopher just turned 18 last month. While he's too young for a wife, he's not too young to participate in the tradition. I helped Georgie break in his, and they'll help me break in you." I felt horrified and suddenly lightheaded. My body started to shake and I had to wonder if it was from the thought of them all touching me, inside me; or perhaps lingering side effects of whatever he shot me with.

"All of you?" I asked desperately.

"Yes, that includes Georgie Skye." It was like he read my mind

"This is his work?" Christopher asked as he lifted the end of my dress to see the welts that covered my lower body. I jerked my dress right out of his hand was about to slap him when Clydes hand smacked me upside the head. He looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows, warning me with his eyes not to follow through. 

"She's defiant, mouthy and a runner. It was hell getting her home."

"Well that behavior won't last long."

"I'm not so confident; she's proven to be stubborn," Clyde confessed.

"I can see." I clenched my fists and grit my teeth.

"I am standing right here, you don't need to discuss me like I'm not in the room."

"See what I mean? Let's go have some lunch Skye." He shoved me back towards the front of the house and sat me down at the table. It wasn't long before the others joined us while Sarah and Ruth served lunch. A beef stew with green beans and a homemade roll. Once served, everyone began to hold hands and lowered their head. Clyde held mine down, when I pushed against his grip he grabbed onto my hair.

"Heavenly father, we gather before this meal to give thanks; for all the blessings you've given us lord. And we ask that you continue to watch over our family as we work hard to follow your word, Amen." Everyone muttered an Amen and began to eat.




Taken Ch. 02



"Uncle, when is Auntie Skye going to have babies?" asked Becky. He almost choked on his stew; it was his turn to turn a dark red.

"When God blesses them with one dummy," announced Caine with a mouthful of food.

"Caine, don't talk to your sister like that and eat all your food before talking," chastised the old woman. Cane frowned.

"Sorry Nanny," he apologized.

"Georgie mentioned a few hiccups?" Clyde glared at his older brother and looked to his mother.

"Skye attempted a few escapes but together we handled it."

"I handled it, with no help from you," argued Georgie.

"We got her here and didn't get in trouble," snapped Clyde. My blood boiled the way they were referring to me like I was an item, an object and not a person. I could feel my hands as they curled into fists and I studied the table. It was a few seconds between the thought entering my head and me following through. I picked up the butter knife and with all my strength I stabbed it through his hand. Blood immediately pooled while pinning his hand down to the wood. A few children screamed while others started to cry. Their mothers attempted to shield them and Clyde cried out, swearing as he pulled the knife out in one quick thrust, giving an arc of blood and spraying Georgie who sat across from him. 

The old woman handed him a towel to stop the bleeding. Georgie directed his family out of the dining room, grabbing the baby from the high chair.

"My name isn't Skye, I am Lyndsay and you all are crazy brainwashed idiots," I shouted as I breathed heavily. I barely saw his fist until it connected with my jaw. I landed on my butt crying out at the new pain.

"You need to handle her brother," Georgie yelled, he was furious.

"I WILL," Clyde shouted back. 

"Christopher, its time you learn about lashings. Grab Skye and take her out to the barn, I'll be right out." Christopher grabbed both my biceps and led me out the back door, I was still breathing heavily, almost transfixed by what I had done. I hadn't even thought twice, and in front of all the children. What was I turning into?



Taken Ch. 02



He strolled lazily to the shower, the smirk still on his face, as I lay in the bed trying to recover. As I lay down the trembling in my legs slowly receding, I heard the shower came on and a low tone humming began.

I know he knows I won't be joining him which is why he went on ahead but I decided to surprise him in the shower. I got up and gingerly stepped to the bathroom, easing the door open.

The scent of the soap he uses teases my nostrils as I crept closer to the shower. The room slightly foggy, the heat from the shower tapping at me the closer I got to it. I raised my hand trying to ease the sliding door back when his hand descended and grabbed my wrist tightly...

"Trying to sneak up on me?"

And he proceeded to haul me in the shower and shut the door. Just me and him in a cocoon of heat, as he had my hand tightly clasped in his, raised high and held against the titles of the shower. His body soaking wet, some parts glimmering in the light, reflecting briefly as the water cascaded over him washing the glimmer and few spots of lather away.

He leaned in closer, his nose coming directly in front mine, exchanging breaths as he just stood and stared, the sexual tension between us ratching it up a notch.

"No answer babe?"

His murmured against my lips as he eased his body forward crowding me in the shower, shrinking the space, to just me and him and the sound of water hitting skin, excessive warmth and the trickle of wet that started to form again at the position he held me in.

I shook my head as a response and he chuffed against my lips, a slight laugh escaping before he let me go and turned to face the shower and began to lather up as if I was not there. 

My arms now back at side since he released them, stretched forward and tentatively touched his shoulders and slid down his sides till I came upon his rounded taunt buttocks and gave him a sharp smack.

The sound echoing in the shower, my redden hand print showing on his skin, he turned and faced me again and said 

"Ouch, was that supposed to hurt?"

I took my hands and ran them on his chest, fingers kneading and pressing lightly. I looked down watching my fingers tracing random patterns on his skin and said 

"No, I just wanted you to face me."

My fingers continued their patterns on their down ward descent, coming to rest low on his hips; I leaned forward and let my lips begin to follow my hands. He stepped forward, water still running down but now most of it was just hitting his back; with few trickles running down his chest.

My lips touched his right nipple and it pebbled up tight under my lips. I let my tongue lick and my lips pop against it, gently tugging it and then proceed to circle it with the tip of my tongue. Flicking it up down and up again, shifted over and copied it with the left. Up down and around I let my tongue travel.

The slight hiss I heard let me know I was doing the right thing as well as the nudge I got from his dick as it raised and touched my hip. I slowly let my back sink against the wall and slide down as I continued to kiss my way down his body.

Upper left on his stomach, then upper right. Back down to lower left and then lower right. Dipped my tongue and swirled it in his navel and felt him lean back a bit, since I knew this was slightly ticklish to him. I braced my body in the squat position, feeling my juices run down the insides of my thighs, as I kissed that area just above my prize and ran my fingers and my blunt edged nails up his legs and up over his ass.

I looked at his dick, bobbing in front of me, clean scent and water dripping off, tip slightly wetter than the body, showing me what I was doing was definitely correct. I stuck my tongue out and let the tip flick on the head of his dick and I figured after what he did to me this morning, payback..... I was going to be a bitch.

I moved my right hand and held the base of his dick in my fist and let my head lean forward for the first taste of him. My lips suctioned around his crown as I let my tongue swirl around the head as I came back up. I leaned forward and did it again and again, gathering moisture in my mouth to slather his dick.

I knew he was a man that didn't like dry skin so I gathered the saliva in the back of my throat and leaned forward again letting gather on my tongue and run down in a stream on his cock.

Using the saliva as lubricant for my hand, I began to pump his dick towards me and rotating my fingers with it, in a twist. I sucked him down again allowing him to reach the back of my throat just before my gag reflex would kick in and at the same time run my tongue all around the head and foray around the rim. The moisture I sent down his dick slickened my palm and allowed the pumping twist I was doing to be more fluid. I can hear the sounds of my hand fisting his dick, the saliva oozing through my fingers as I worked.

He groaned above me and I looked up, his face tense and I smiled around his dick. I fisted closed to the head and let my tongue swirl over the crown, tip of tongue delving into the slit and then around and around, over the head, under the head, around the crown and then popped his dick back into my mouth again and continued to suck.

Feeling a slight twinge in my jaw I relaxed it some more and he slipped further in. I brought other hand up and beginning to lightly touch his sacs, rolling them in my fingers, then juggle one and then the other, rolling like how you would play with balls.

I snickered in my head 'How ironic... that's exactly what I'm doing...."

Back and forth, back and forth my head bobbed, and the slurping sucking sounds can be heard over the sound of the water falling. He reached behind him and shut off the water and propped one hand on the tiles in front and the other descended to my head.

At the touch of his hand on my head I eased up entirely off his dick, and said 

"No touching me at all or I will stop."

The expression on his face had me preening on the inside. The shock but still cocky expression of you wouldn't dare had me setting down my foot... "I'm serious no touching."

I leaned forward again, back on his dick like it was my last breath of air and felt my pussy start to throb, my nub begging for attention. I took my hand back to his dick, brought more saliva up to lube it up and continued to pump and twist , a firm tight but not too tight grip, twisting up, twisting back down and up again, and down and up.

Pointing his dick upwards and still pumping, I went down underneath and let my tongue play with his sacs. I popped one into my mouth and let my tongue and lips create a slight sucking to them as my tongue laved and played , batting his sac against the warm soft silky insides of my check, rolling his whole sac in and around my mouth, mindful of my teeth. Opening up and looking at my handy work, I moved to the next and gave it identical treatment, never stopping my fist from pumping. I saw his hand come up to attempt to grab my head but he caught himself before he could and folding his hand to a fist and rested it against the tile.

As I came up I opened my mouth wide and sucked his dick back down, letting him hit my gag reflex and letting the gag massage the tip of his dick, the restricting squeeze and flutter and let go. I eased up and took a breath, and did it again relaxing my throat a bit more, enticing him to go a bit further. 

My reflex still kicked it but it wasn't as strong and then I knew it was time to blow his cool. I took my hand from pumping his dick and help guide him in, letting him slide deep until he hit the back of my throat and moved past, entering my throat a little. I eased back to allow myself to get some air and did it again. The groan I heard from him was letting me know I was doing just what he liked

I breathed and did it again, letting him slide a bit further and that's when his hips flexed and he went a little deeper. Over and over I let him go deep, taking a little bit more down my throat over and over, all this while letting my tongue rub on as much of him as I could and getting little breaths of air. His body rose, him going on his toes, trying to angle more of him inside my mouth, his hand coming down to hold his dick , to steady it to force himself even deeper.

"You said don't touch you... Never said anything about touching myself......."

I let my finger travel down over to my pussy and began to rub my clit in small circles, my wet and the previous wet and sticky helped make the circling and rubbing a lot easier. I rubbed my clit in time to his hip flexing.

He was rocking his dick with the help of his hand, in and out of my mouth at this point, saliva dripping from my mouth to my chest as I worked his dick over. Deciding to speed things up I began to hum in the back of my throat; the vibrations travelling up through his dick.

"Shitttttttttttttt............." he breathed out and I knew when I glanced at him he was getting close. I can feel his dick throbbing, his heartbeat thundering through his flesh as I continued to work his dick, the slight mmmmhmmm of pleasure escaped as I continued to circle on my clit ad suck on him.

He began thrusting his hips, short rapid little jabs, fucking my lips, his dick kissing the back of my throat and easing down my throat over and over...

I felt my orgasm rise in me as I witnessed him getting pleasured, him taking control away from me, him relaxing into my lips and throat and tongue

I felt him getting closer to his orgasm and I took my free hand and gripped the base of his dick, my grip around him; tight enough to please but tight enough to stop the surge of pleasure enough to draw him from the edge of his orgasm.

His hips bucked; him tense as the orgasm he was racing for receded. His hands came up and rested on the wall. I looked up at him, the smirk gracing my stretched lips. I know he can tell I was smiling based on the look he gave me as I withdrew my lips from his dick and let my tongue lick around the crown, my grip still firm on this dick.

I gathered my saliva in my mouth and descended with a force on his dick, letting the saliva gush down and began to stroke him and suck with a passion.

I bobbed my head quickly, stoking him in time to me raising my head up and down, tongue quickly circling his tip in my mouth, my other hand rubbing his sacs, swirling them, still slick with my saliva, encouraging him now to come. 

Up and down, tongue going around and around, going slightly faster each time. He groaned out above me, his hands, his fingers, spread wide but curling into a fist.

"I'm going to....."

Slipped from his lips and I sucked a bit harder, pressing my tongue a bit firmer on him and rubbed a bit quicker with his sacs, racing him to the end...

He came when he was in the process of sliding out, splashing the tip of my lips and the rest hit my tongue and back of throat as he slid back in my mouth, the groan and long moan leaving his lips. I swirled my tongue around not wanting to miss a drop and swallowed, taking all he had to give. He withdrew completely and shut his eyes for a bit before he looked at me...

"That's a first..... I never came in your mouth before... we must do this again...."

I nodded, feeling my body on the edge because of his pleasure but unable to cross over, my clit and body buzzing through his orgasm.

Looking down and now completely noticing what I was doing, he smiled and said

 "Let me help with that..."

I smiled and rose from my stance, stood and turned away from him and braced my hands on the wall of tile. I spread my legs wide and watched him drop into the same position I was in, hands grasps my ass and spread it apart.

His lips descended and he began to mercilessly suck on my clit, the suction sharp on my nub which was already sensitive. The rough sudden treatment of my clit had me rising on my toes and pushing back on him in the same movement.

He stopped sucking and gave my throbbing clit a sharp pinch and that was the end of me and my body clenched and I broke.

I came, hands flat on the wall, back arched and he returning and stated to lick my clit prolonging my orgasm.

After a few seconds, I squirmed away, his touch, too much for me. My body sagged against my arms and he rose and turned me and murmured.

"Time to shower, you're going to be late for work."



Taken Ch. 02



As the title states, this is part 2. It can certainly be read on its own, but it is best if you go back to the beginning. 

I appreciate the feedback for chapter 1. I hope that this chapter is as well received.



The few weeks following my chance encounter at the park were overcast and humid. Thunderstorms threatened almost every afternoon and the temperatures soared. I was drawn back to the park in hopes that I would find him again, only to find myself washed out by the weather at each turn. I began to think that my first encounter with my mysterious stranger would also be my last. I couldn't help but mourn my missed opportunity.

My husband seemed to be waiting, knowing that I was preoccupied with thoughts of that encounter. He took advantage of that preoccupation, even though he knew that he wasn't the one that I thought of when he took me to bed each night. I knew that deep down, somewhere in his soul, it hurt him that I often thought of being taken by someone who was as close to his alter ego as one could be. I also knew that he was confident enough to know that he had my heart. He knew that he was so much more than any other man could ever be. He knew that I needed him in a way that I would never need to let go and release the part of me that needed to be....used.

It was my husband who brought me back to life when I had been shattered by a three year relationship in which I was made to feel less than who I was. It was my husband who taught me to believe that I was beautiful and sexy. It was my husband who showed me that affection could mean so much more than fucking. It was my husband who taught me that love was what would carry us through the years into the stage in our lives when fucking might be a distant memory.

And what, I wondered, did I teach my husband? I taught him how good fucking could be. I taught him that there was more to life than the missionary position. I taught him that as important as love was, the fucking could be so damned good. I taught him that a woman could be every bit as sexual and demanding as a man. I taught him that a woman could be every bit as distracted by her lust as a man could. I taught him that there were things that some women needed, that I needed, that were difficult to explain. I taught him that there was a fine line between love and lust, and that the line could be as gray or as black and white as it needed to be. And every night when he took me in that gentle way that he did, and every night when I begged him to delve deeper into his soul and find a way to give me what I needed, I taught him that there was a part of me that he would never be able to comprehend. 

We fell back into our comfortable routines. He asked once or twice about my encounter, but there was nothing much to tell. He didn't seem to mind my being distracted by another. As he had once told me when he discovered my love of chatting, he was, after all, the one who reaped the benefits when I became aroused by late night sessions. And as he and I reaped those benefits, I became engrossed in my own routine of work and family. My memory of that afternoon was pushed to the back of my mind for the most part. And as is generally the case, it wasn't until I had stopped looking that I once again found him.

It was a workday afternoon and I had been asked to deliver some documents to a downtown client. Seeing that it was finally a bright, beautiful day, I decided to grab a sandwich and take my lunch break by the river after running my errand. I kicked off my shoes, rolled up the legs of my jeans, and found a spot where I could sit comfortably with my feet dangling in the cool water. I pulled out a book and turned to the page that I had dog eared to mark my progress. I nibbled my lunch, quickly becoming lost in the author's words.

"I missed you last Saturday."

His voice was so close that I nearly choked on the water that I had been sipping. I looked up at the source only to find a dark silhouette. From my angle of sight, and with the sun behind him, I was practically blind. He stood too close, leaving me at a disadvantage; seated on the ground such that he towered over me. Even so, I knew it was him. I lowered my gaze, returning the top to my water bottle and setting it in the grass at my side.

"I didn't realize I was expected." I responded in a voice that was a bit too shaky.

I looked back up at him; my natural tendency to make eye contact when having a conversation kicking in. He took a step closer, effectively blocking out the sun and allowing me to see his face. The smile that had nearly brought me to my knees at our first meeting was ineffective this time around. I was already seated after all. I did however, feel my breath catch as he looked down at me. Though he had been kind enough to block the sunlight and enhance my view, he was now so close that I was put in the uncomfortable position of having to stare nearly straight up at him. Familiar with the psychology of body language and its use to intimidate, I knew all to well that he had planned his approach with intimidation in mind. Unwilling to play such games, I pulled my legs beneath me and stood up. 

"You've been here every Saturday since the first time we met." He said as I rose. "You must be looking for something, or someone."

"I come here quite often actually." I replied. "I didn't realize that anyone had been keeping tabs."

He grinned at me knowingly and said nothing. After a moment he donned his dark glasses once again and walked to the edge of the river leaving me standing alone. I watched as he squatted down, dipped his hand in the water, and stared out across the falls. I waited. We remained in our positions for a few moments, neither making a move. I was tempted to follow his lead and sit beside him. I was also tempted to scoop up my belongings and flee. I refused to give him the satisfaction of either response. I stood there, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I waited for something to happen. 

Rising suddenly he turned and walked toward me. "Your lunch hour is nearly over." He said. "It's time for you to go."

"Yes it is." I responded, not thinking for the moment about the fact that he knew that I was, in fact, there for a lunch time visit only.

"Gather your things." He said, leaning to pick up the book that I had abandoned at his arrival. "I'll escort you to your truck."

It wasn't too far a stretch for him to assume that I could be there on my lunch break. I could write that off as a lucky guess considering the time of day. That he knew that I drove a truck rather than a car however, was slightly unnerving. It was early afternoon and the park was crowded. I should have felt perfectly safe. I did not.

"I can find my own way back." I told him, scooping up my shoes and the remnants of my lunch.

I reached out my hand for my book. He reached toward me with his free hand and clasped it on my wrist, pulling me toward him in a swift and sudden motion. He lowered his face to mine and caught my gaze. Staring into the dark glasses was unsettling. My own eyes looked back at me and I didn't like their size or the look of fear in them. As if reading my mind he let loose my wrist and reached up to remove the glasses. I found myself staring into the dark eyes that had so haunted me.

"I'll escort you." He said, leaving little room for discussion. "I wouldn't want anything untoward to happen to you, Catherine."

His use of my name caused my heart to stop for a second and then to attempt an escape via my throat.

"How do you know me?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"I've been looking for you." He said. "And you have been waiting for me to find you."

He held my book out to me and I took it, absentmindedly. He smiled then, perhaps in an attempt to ease my fears. It didn't help a whole lot. I stood, motionless. Every nerve was singing. My brain was screaming at me to walk away. The adrenaline was shooting through me, my fight or flight response having been triggered by the notion of being threatened. At the same time, there was that nagging little voice in my head, whispering the promise of dark, sweet surprises. While I did not care for being threatened in any form or fashion, the part of me that felt obliged to follow direction was reminding me of the thoughts and dreams that had plagued me night after night as I lay in my bed. As torn as I might be, there was a dark arousal that flooded me with wanting.

"Come along, Catherine." He whispered as he gently placed his hand on my lower back. He offered a gentle nudge in the right direction and I felt my feet responding.

We walked to my truck, his hand never losing its place as he guided me along. He knew where I had parked, and as I might have guessed, knew which truck was mine. I dug the remote from my bag and pressed the button to unlock the doors. The familiar sound echoed beneath the bridge. Though not the safest of places to park, I hated parking on the street and returning to find the vehicle an oven. The bridge offered shade and the cooler temps nearer the water. I now found that shade a bit threatening as I neared the truck.

As I made to open the door I felt his hand on my arm. He turned me to him and stepped closer. Backing up, I found myself leaning against the door. We neither spoke nor moved as he looked down at me. The sound of the traffic above faded in and out with the passage of each vehicle. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. I watched as his gaze lowered to my lips and then rose again to my eyes. His fingers slid over my skin where he held my arm, pressed against the truck's door. He moved closer yet, pinning me against steel.

"You have been waiting for me to find you, haven't you?" he asked.

I swallowed hard. Finding my mouth too dry for words, a gentle shake of my head was all I could manage. He smiled in response.

"Close your eyes, Catherine." He whispered.

I continued to stare at him until his smile disappeared. When his hold tightened on my arm I closed my eyes. I felt his lips gently pressed to mine. His tongue slid over each in turn, hot and moist. As my lips parted to release a long-held breath, he took it as an invitation and slid his tongue into my mouth. I responded without hesitation. I felt a tug on my bag and released my grip. The noise echoed back to me from the confines of the bridge as it hit the ground. He took each of my hands in his, raised them over my head and pressed them against the truck, causing my body to arch forward. His weight pressed against me, pushing me back harder against the door as he devoured my mouth with his.

He pulled back suddenly, leaving me to catch my breath. I waited, eyes closed, lips parted, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I could feel the weight of his gaze, as I did the weight of his body against mine as he held me in place. His weight shifted as he leaned harder into me. I felt his breath as he closed the space between us. I tensed.

"I've been looking forward to this moment, Catherine." He breathed into my ear. "Tell me that you haven't been looking for me."

As he spoke, he took both wrists in one hand and trailed his other down the length of my arm. In spite of the day's heat, my body reacted in a spasm of shivers to his touch. His fingertips brushed over my hair and down the side of my face before his hand cupped my chin.

"Tell me." He insisted. "I want to know if you can bring yourself to lie to me again". 

The words were an insult, trapping me no matter my response. If I told him that I had, in fact, looked for him, I would prove him right. Were I to deny it, I would be lying. He already knew the truth. He had seen me waiting for him. He had known when I had returned to the park and when I had not. I wanted to spite him and tell him that I had not been looking for him. The lie was on the tip of my tongue, waiting to be given voice.

"I haven't." I stuttered, the words sounding much less courageous when given voice than they had when I thought them.

He laughed at me. His tongue licked playfully at my earlobe, the proximity of his mouth amplifying his laughter. Had I hackles, they would have raised at the sound. I opened my eyes and thrust forward, pushing his body back from mine. He stepped back, loosing my wrists and thrusting his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"You're a terrible liar, Catherine." He said, smiling at me.

"And you're a son-of-a..."

I was cut off as his hand clamped down over my mouth. He pressed me back hard against the truck, his full weight falling against me. His face was a mere inch away from mine. His eyes no longer reflected the humor that I had seen a moment ago. I bucked against him, trying to regain my footing. He reached up with his free hand and grasped my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling it back. My head followed to ease the pressure; thrusting my mouth up to his as he lowered his head down. As he pulled his hand away he replaced it with his mouth. His kiss was far from gentle this time around. He thrust his tongue between my lips until I could feel his teeth crushing my lips against mine. His demand was so great that I couldn't help but respond. My body reacted almost violently as I matched the weight of his kiss with a ferocity of my own. My teeth sank into his lip, catching the fragile skin before he could pull back. He yanked my hair back hard, and I let go. His tongue slid over my throat, before he bit down on my earlobe.

"You are quite a playful little bitch, Catherine." He whispered. "You're lucky I have a sense of humor. I'm tempted to ask if this is what you've been looking for when you show up each afternoon, but I'm thinking that you might be tempted to lie to me again. Are you going to tell me the truth this time?"

"Yes." I responded when prompted by another tug of my hair.

"And how am I to know if you're telling the truth or not?" he asked.

"I'll tell you the truth." I insisted before he could yank my tresses yet again.

"I'm sure you will." He whispered as he resumed his playful licks to my skin. "In fact," he continued, "I know just how to tell if you're lying or not."

He released my hair and reclaimed my wrists, pulling them over my head once again. He held them in place with one of his as the other traveled down my body. His mouth found mine again. As he kissed me I felt his free hand tugging at my jeans. With very little fuss he had released my belt buckle, the button on my Levi's, and the zipper. His fingers teased at the waistband, skimming over my skin. He slid the hand beneath my tee shirt and bra, and cupped my breast. His fingers expertly rolled and squeezed my nipple until it was hard. I was moaning into his mouth, loving every bit of the attention.

"Is this what you were looking for?" he asked, his words barely audible.

"Yes." I answered.

"That's what I thought." He said, chuckling. "But to be very sure..."

He slid his hand down over my stomach and beneath the waistband of my jeans. His fingertips came to rest atop my mound for just a moment. He pulled back, finding my eyes with his. He smiled. I knew how I must look by this point; lips parted, eyelids heavy, my hazel eyes glazed with arousal and a hint of fear. His hand slid further, his fingers parting my lips and sliding into me as I released a sound from somewhere deep within.

"Oh yes." He said, sliding deeper into me. "I believe you're telling the truth this time." 

A sigh of arousal was the only affirmation I could manage. He continued his movements as he leaned in close to me. He lowered his eyes to mine as his fingers slid in and out of me, as deep and fast as my jeans would allow. His thumb pressed down on my clit. He smiled at my reaction as I gasped sharply at the touch. He continued his manipulation as he watched me, his eyes tracking mine, reminding me to look at him when my eyelids threatened to close.

"Do you want me to stop, Catherine?"

"No." I exhaled, sharply.

"Ask me nicely."

"Please don't stop." I asked, as nicely as I could manage under the circumstances.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked as he applied more pressure to my clit.

"Yes."

"Again", he said firmly "You have to ask me nicely."

"Please make me cum." I practically shouted the words, too close to the edge to even consider balking at the thought of begging.

He smiled down at me. He quickened his pace, his fingers thrusting into me with renewed determination. His thumb slid maddeningly over my clit in a circular motion as he pressed down on the swollen bud. His mouth was on mine again, his tongue thrusting between my lips. I sucked greedily at the intrusion. I felt every nerve reacting to his touch. Waves of heat pulsed through me while icy fingers slid up my spine in an explosive contradiction. Each wave of pleasure threatened to bring me to my knees. I begged him not to stop, my words lost in our mouths as we kissed. I resisted the urge to pull back from his touch, my clit throbbing and sensitive as my climax took me. My whole body shuddered uncontrollably. My knees threatened to buckle beneath me.

His touch slowed and softened. My breathing slowed. Each wave of pleasure now ebbed through me with less intensity.

"Open your eyes, Catherine." He whispered. "Look at me."

I opened my eyes and raised my gaze to his. He stared at me for just a moment before lowering his gaze to my lips. He pulled his hand from my jeans and raised it to my mouth. He held his fingers, damp with my own release, just in front of my lips. I breathed in deeply, the scent of my own sex making me heady. I leaned forward, intent on tasting myself on his fingers, but he pulled them back.

"Don't you get it yet, Catherine? You have to ask me nicely."

His tone was condescending, and it sparked my defiance. I'm sure that the fact that I was now sated, at least to a degree, had much to do with my ability to respond as I did. I reclaimed my hands, expecting a struggle, yet meeting no resistance. I pushed him back, both of my hands on his chest as I pushed myself away from the truck. 

"I'm leaving." I practically spit the words at him, as I bent down to pick up my bag. I dug inside, trying desperately to find my keys with my shaking hands. I fumbled, dropping the bag back to the ground. I bent again, picking up the items that had spilled out, my frustration growing and with it my indignation.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I asked.

When he didn't respond, I looked up, ready to repeat my question. He was gone. I looked toward the river, and caught sight of him rounding the corner. I can't begin to explain why, but I felt as though I had just made a very big mistake.



Taken Ch. 03



You arrived at the office and found that you were the only one there at that time. Five minutes after you turned your computer on, the phone rang. You picked it up.

"I see you are early today."

You felt flushed as you stood, then went to the window and looked out across the street. You didn't see me, so you sat back down.

"Yes I had a lot of work to do. I won't be able to take off early today and besides I don't like the way you treated me yesterday. You don't own me."

"Yes I do."

You didn't answer.

"What color panties are you wearing now?"

You didn't answer again.

"WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR PANTIES? GODDAMN IT ANSWER ME....NOW"

Your voice was low and timid.

"Pink."

"Why pink?"

"I thought they were pretty and I needed a little color to cheer me up."

"I don't like pink. Take them off and put them in an envelope and seal it. Put the name "M Masters" on it and tell the receptionist I will pick them up shortly."

"I can't do that."

"Do you want me to come there and take them off of you, you impudent slut?"

"No."

"NO WHAT?"

"No, Master."

"I will be there this morning to pick them up. I want them wet with your cum too...so get busy my slutty little cunt."

I hung up and went into the coffee shop down the street from your office. You locked the door. You didn't need to touch yourself much to comply, since your pussy was already wet. You were reluctant to admit how much my instructions excited you.

After a couple of minutes of rubbing and fingering, you leaned back as you climaxed. You cleaned your wet lips off with the crotch of the panties and folded them so the wet area was tucked inside and wouldn't leak into the envelope.

You flattened them and put them in an envelope with a few sheets of paper on each side, then sealed the envelope and taped it shut. You addressed it as instructed and set it on the desk until the receptionist came to work about an hour later.

You were busy all morning and the idea of having no panties on made your pussy even wetter. You got a pad from the ladies room to absorb the moisture that leaked and flowed from your cunt. 

You did your best to stay away from everyone all morning lest they learn your naughty secret by the scent that you were sure emanated from between your legs.

The time crawled by and finally it was 1:30. You had already lied about having a doctor's appointment and when you walked by the receptionist on the way out, you noticed the envelope was still on the table where you left it a few hours earlier.

"Didn't someone come for this yet?"

"No, Lisa."

You picked it up to take with you but stopped after a couple of steps and put it back on the table.

"Don't let anyone else take this except Mr. Master, ok Shelly?"

"Sure Leese..no problem."

You drove toward home, nervously planning the things you had to do. You stopped at a gift shop and ran in to get a candle. You chose a large candle that was at least two inches in diameter and 10 inches long.

Soon you pulled into the garage. You grabbed the candle and the clothespins and raced to the bedroom, carefully leaving the door closed but unlocked. 

You stripped naked in front of the mirror and stared at your pussy. You could see the lips parted slightly and looking so slutty, like they were open and needy. 

You rubbed your lips a few times and watched your fingers disappear inside. You had never watched yourself before and you found it very exciting.

You played with your nipples to make them stand out hard and then carefully placed the first clothespin on the nipple. The pain shot through your chest and you quickly removed it. 

Your heart was racing then from the excitement of doing what I had told you. The apprehension and fear of the unknown was about to overwhelm you and you looked at yourself questioningly.

"Can I really do this?"

You bent the clothespin back as far as it would go, trying to relieve some of the pressure. You placed it on your nipple again and gritted your teeth at the pain. 

You tried to distract yourself and pulled the comforter off and took your clothing to the hamper. You got a robe out of the closet and laid it on the dressing chair beside the bed. You pulled the sheet back and fluffed the pillows.

You were then aware that the pain had dulled somewhat. Instead of it being sharp and excruciating as it was at first, it felt dull. 

You could feel the throbbing of your nipples and the sensation was new and made you feel that you were a slut as I had told you. You clamped the other clothespin on and you went to the kitchen for the candle.

You sat at the edge of the bed so you could watch in the mirror and you rubbed the end of the candle against your vulva, then pressed it against your lips, then pushed it against them until they parted enough for it to press against your slit. 

It felt so big. you wondered if you could really take it all up your pussy, but you really wanted to then. You spread your legs more and as you looked in the mirror you saw what a wanton slut you had become.

You stared at yourself as you pushed and you watched as the candle slid into your cunt and slowly disappeared an inch at a time. 

You sat still with at least 8 inches of dark blue wax impaled in your cunt, then you pushed deeper and hunched your hips forward against your hands seeking to take it all.

You groaned as you felt the thick stiffness fill your belly. You pulled it back out and felt the slickness of the wax then spit on your hand and rubbed your cunt with it for lube before jamming it back inside as deep as you could take it. 

You fucked yourself uncontrollably for a few minutes and when you had cum and were weak and disoriented you finally checked the clock, it was 2:25.

Your stomach churned then, not because of fear but because of need. You were ready for anything and everything I would do to you. You laughed to yourself as you thought about how greedily you would suck my cock and drink my cum.

You heard the door open and you crawled under the covers. Footsteps crossed the living room.

"Lisa. are you ok?"

You jumped up in shock and pulled your robe around you.

"Yes Paul, I am ok. What are you doing home hun?"

He walked to the bedroom as you removed the clothespins and the candle and struggled to hide them under the sheets.

"A detective from the police called me and said the neighbors had called because someone had broken into the house. Were they here when you got here?"

"No. I haven't seen any police and I didn't see any signs of anyone breaking in. I bet it was a prank call."

"Why are you here and undressed?"

"I had a bad headache and I came home to rest. I was getting ready to take a bath to see if that would help. I am ok dear. I know you are busy. Why don't you go on back to work."

You were at a panic point, hoping I wouldn't show up then while he was there.

He walked through the house and checked all doors and windows and when he was satisfied he called down the hall.

"OK Leese. I am going back. You sure you're ok?"

"Yeah hun. I will be fine.. See you tonight."

The door closed and you ran to look out the corner of the window. His car disappeared around the corner. You stood there for a few minutes more just to be sure he was gone and to watch for me.

Soon, the realization that I wasn't coming and had been the one that called him with the break-in story sank in.

"You son of a bitch." 

You cursed me.

You locked the door and went back to your bedroom. The phone rang and you sat there unmoving.

"Ring.Ring. Ring."

It was silent then for a minute or two.

"Ring. Ring. Ring"

You wearily picked the phone up. You expected to hear my voice.

"That was a rotten thing to do."

"What Lisa? This is Shelly at work. That guy that you left the package for is here. He said he had an appointment with you at 2:30 and he is getting unhappy. He is wanting to talk to your supervisor. You better get down here immediately. I will stall for you, but hurry."

"That SON OF A BITCH." 

You cursed me again, screaming to yourself as you went to the bedroom and dressed. You threw your clothes on and ran to the garage and sped out the drive. 

You parked in the side parking lot and as just as you got out of the car I pulled up beside you.

"Get in."

"Fuck you." 

You tried to walk by me, but I drove beside you.

"Get in the fucking car.. NOW."

You stared at me with hate in your eyes and walked faster. I sped up ahead of you and stopped and as you came up, I jumped out and grabbed you.

"Now listen. This can be easy or hard. I'd suggest you make it easy. Get in my car. I have already told them I talked to you and rescheduled the appointment utill tomorrow since you were gone. They don't expect you in the office now. You are mine now."

You were shaking in rage.

"You are mine." 

I repeated for emphasis. You looked at me.

"Why would you go to this much trouble to scare me?"

"So you will know I own you now and can do as I please with you, why else?"

You took a deep breath and sank in the seat a little.

"What do you want?"

"I will tell you at the right time. Now I want you to lean over here, pull your skirt up, your panties off and suck my cock as I drive. I have something special in mind for you if you please me."

You leaned over and unzipped my fly and took my cock out. You leaned down and hungrily sucked it back against your throat. You sucked harder and I could see your cheeks indent as you pulled at my cock with your mouth and lips. 

You tugged at your skirt and raised it up to your waist. You slid your panties down and never missed a suck in the process.

I turned onto the interstate and reached over and rubbed your soppy cunt.

"Here is a trucker. I want you to show him what a cock sucker you are now."

You pulled at my cock harder and slurped it with a wet and flowing mouth that wanted all of it. As we pulled beside the truck you glanced at him and flicked the head of my cock with your tongue then pulled it back deep inside. 

I spanked your cunt lips for being such a slut. You sucked harder and harder as I spanked your pussy. My cock throbbed to know what you would do and allow.

We showed four or five truckers your slutty behavior before I pumped my cum down your throat.

I pushed you back up in the seat.

"Where are we going?"

"What did you say, cunt?"

"Where are we going Master?"

"I am taking my new cum slut out to eat some cock. A lot of cock. I want you to be covered with cum....cum in your hair...on your tits...your face...your ass...your cunt...all over you."

I pushed your legs apart and felt your cunt. You were gushing like a fountain.

"Just as I thought. You are a real fucking cum pig and I bet you'd do anything for cum, wouldn't you, you fucking cock sucking slut? You pretend to be such a proper business woman, but I know what you are, don't I? Who is a cock sucking cum slut?"

I grabbed your face and turned you to face me.

"I am Master."

"Yes you are and I am going to give you what you want and need. See how good I am to you?'

I laughed maniacally as I drove to the wrong side of town.



Taken Ch. 03



Hi everyone, here is the next chapter of Taken hope you guys enjoy. Thanks to Angelicsounds for editing this piece for me, once again you did an awesome job. 

JAMMANN

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Alicia's head was pounding, literally. It felt like someone had taken a hammer to her head. Sitting up, she massaged her temples, hoping to alleviate the pain. After a moment, she laid back down, groaning. Maybe if she went back to sleep, she'd feel better when she woke up. Lying down on her pillow, she closed her eyes, wishing the pain away, when suddenly her eyes flew open. She wasn't in her room. Popping up, she fought down a wave of nausea. She tried to remember what all had happened the night before. She knew she had been taken by Gabriel, but the details, the how and why of that night, were fuzzy.

Oh God, how long had she been out? Had she been raped? Throwing off the covers, she jumped out of bed, but fell down immediately. Whatever Gabriel did was obviously still working. Pulling herself off the floor, she took good look around the room, expecting to see a dungeon. Instead, she saw a spacious bedroom. The room was fully furnished and done up in rich earth tones; the room was absolutely beautiful, which confused her even more.

Who the hell kidnaps someone and then puts her in a big ass room fit for a queen? Better yet, didn't most abductors keep their victims chained up? None of this made any sense to her. She was nobody, why would he take her? Maybe it was because he knew nobody would miss her. Well, maybe William would. Alicia felt her eyes starting to tear up at the thought of being locked away, and to think she thought he was a nice guy after the way complimented her. And those eyes, she could have sworn the way he looked at her...Alicia shook her head. Now was not the time to reminisce, she needed to figure out a way to escape.

Slowly, she crept towards the door, not sure what was waiting on the other side. She pressed her ear to the door to see if she could hear anything, but she heard nothing. Deciding to take a chance, Alicia attempted to open the door, but found it locked. Upon further inspection, it looked like the door had a deadbolt on it that was locked from the outside.

"Think, girl, think," she whispered to herself. 

There was no point in trying to break the door down, she was strong, but not that damn strong. Screaming wasn't going to solve anything, and besides, there was no telling who was on the other side of that door. Looking around, she spotted the curtain on the other side of the room. Forgetting all about her dizziness, she ran to pull the curtains back in the hopes of escaping through the window. However, any hope she had quickly faded away as she saw the steel bars on the other side of the window. It seemed like Gabriel had thought of everything, but he was sorely mistaken if he thought she would give up and accept what he had in store for her.

****

"Are you out of your mind?"

Gabriel leaned back in his chair, looking at his brother Michael. He was furious and, truth was, Gabriel didn't blame him. Hell, he had asked himself the same question over and over since he took Alicia, and at this point he was beginning to think he was. 

Never in all his years had he done something so crazy or, better yet, stupid. For Christ's sake, he'd kidnapped a girl. Running his fingers through his hair, Gabriel sighed. His head told him what he did was wrong, but his wolf didn't give a damn. His wolf clearly recognized her as its mate and it wasn't going anywhere without her. 

Gabriel was naturally aggressive and his wolf was ten times worse. He always went after what he wanted, and, nine times out of ten, he got it. For him to go against his wolf was unnatural. When he left the Garrisons', his wolf rode him hard; it wanted Alicia and the more he fought against it, the more crazed he'd become. The fact that her mere presence alone soothed the beast was the only reason why he'd been able to take her without claiming her body. 

For the first time in his life, Gabriel was at a loss. His mate was human. After what happened last night, there was no point in denying it. That alone brought on a new array of problems. Where he came from, it was unacceptable.

"Gabriel, have you heard anything I've just said?" Michael yelled.

"How can I not, with you yelling." Gabriel was getting irritated. The last thing he needed was for his brother to tell him how bad he screwed up. Out of all of his siblings, Michael was the one that Gabriel trusted most, the beta to his Alpha. 

Gabriel was a natural born leader, always at the front and ready to tackle anything, while Michael was calm and collected, preferring to stay in the background, tying up loose ends. Their father had groomed all of his children, making sure they were well prepared to take over, and Gabriel just went and blew it all to hell.

"Does she know what we are?" Michael asked impatiently.

Gabriel sighed. "No, I made sure she was out before I shifted and I did a memory sweep to make sure she'd only remember what I wanted her to." 

Another one of the many perks of being Were, unlike vampires, they couldn't implant memories in humans, but they could erase memories or alter certain things. 

In Alicia's case, Gabriel just distorted the events of that night; she'd remember the gist of what happened, minus him being naked and rendering her unconscious. He just couldn't bring himself to wipe out her entire memory. It was bad enough he took her the way he did, the last thing he wanted was for her to wake in a strange place with absolutely no memory. It would probably been easier for him, that way he could make up grand lie about what happened, but he'd already fucked up by taking her forcefully. He didn't want to make it any worse by lying about it.

"Please tell me you haven't mated with her?" Michael said, bringing him back to the present.

"The girl's been unconscious. I'm not a rapist," Gabriel replied in frustration.

"Well, you did kidnap her. I mean, what do you think is going to happen when Garrison realizes his niece is missing?" 

Gabriel sat back in his chair, inhaling deeply, even now he could still smell her. "Trust me when I say Garrison is the least of my problems." 

Which was true. After picking up on what that bitch said to Alicia in the kitchen, Gabriel decided then and there, that Alicia was his. So after dinner, he met with Mr. Garrison and made his intentions clear; he wanted Alicia, no matter the cost. 

Of course, the man was taken aback at first and even appeared insulted that Gabriel would suggest such a thing. But Gabriel didn't get to where he was today by not recognizing one's weaknesses, and William definitely had a weakness. His father always said there were only two things that could make a man weak, money and love for a woman. Fortunately for him, Mrs. Garrison had Mr. Garrison's balls in a death grip, so he simply explained to the older man that it would be in his and his family's best interest to let him take Alicia. Garrison was no fool; the offer Gabriel gave him was just too good to pass up. He was already on his last leg financially; if Gabriel were to back out of their deal, it would be the final nail in the coffin. 

Once the contracts were signed, the old man did look upset, even somewhat guilty over the arrangement, but clearly not enough to say no. The only problem was instead of waiting a couple of days to take Alicia like he originally planned, he had to go and lose his damn mind. If he was thinking straight, he would have planned things out, taken her to his loft in the city instead of bringing her to the compound.

Sighing, Michael ran his hands across his face. "Gabriel, you can't do this. You know this goes against everything we stand for. Our tribe is one of the few that is of pure blood. The Council will never allow you to taint us with human blood."

Walking over to the desk, Michael leaned down. "I know this is hard for you, but you have to do what best for the pack. Father is already preparing a union between you and Liz. You bringing the girl here will ruin everything."

Gabriel let out a growl. He was beginning to curse the day he ever started anything with Liz. "Whatever I do, I can guarantee it won't be mating with Liz."

"Gabriel, you know, just as well as I, that few in our species actually marry their true mates and once the mating process is complete, true mate or not, the bond you share with your chosen is unbreakable. Besides, what's going to happen when this girl wakes, huh? Is she just going to fall into your arms and pledge her undying love?"

Gabriel bit the inside of his jaw at his brother's attempt at sarcasm. 

Hoping to get his brother to see reason, Michael tried one more time. "We're not like the common wolf. We're bigger, stronger. We are of a different breed, like a mammoth to today's elephant. Most shifters have had centuries to mate with humans, learning to adapt to allow their mate to survive the transition. Yet, in the beginning, many women died during the mating process, and if they survived that, they died in childbirth. Even if this woman is your mate, are you willing to risk her life?"

Getting up from his desk, Gabriel walked over to the bar. He needed a drink and a strong one at that. He said nothing, he knew his brother was right and everything that he said made sense, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it.

Following his brother over to the bar, Michael placed a hand on his shoulder. "Whatever you decide, you know I'll stand by you no matter what, but I hope you can live with it."

With that he turned and left the room.

****

Michael headed out to his car. He hoped his conversation with his brother would be enough to convince him to get rid of the girl, but he knew his brother. That would be the last thing Gabriel would do. Once inside the car, he pulled out his phone. He hated to do this to his brother, but he had no choice. He couldn't let history repeat itself; the cost would be too great.

Dialing the number he waited for an answer. As soon as the call picked up, he wasted no time. "We have a problem. It's Gabriel, he's found the girl."

****

Gabriel stood outside of Alicia's room, contemplating what his next move would be. Well, he knew what he should do, but that and what he was going to do were two different things. He took a deep breath. God, it was as if her scent was all around him, engulfing him to the point of insanity. Hell, if he was being honest with himself, just the thought alone of Ms. Monroe was enough to drive him crazy. He remembered how she had felt pressed against his chest as he carried her in his arms that night. She was so small and fragile, but she fit him just perfectly; he knew right then and there, she was his no matter what.

Unlocking the door, he noticed she was still asleep, her body curled up with her back facing him. Quietly, he walked across the room, but before he got to the bed, he stopped. He could feel her heartbeat quicken, hear the short intake of breath, and smell the fear; obliviously, she was awake. He sat down on the bed and leaned over her shoulder to whisper in her ear, "I know you're awake, Alicia."

Before he could react, Alicia swung her arm out, hitting him hard across the head with an object. He barely felt the blow to his head; he was shocked more than anything, as he watched her jump out of the bed, running toward the door. 

He smiled. His mate was a fighter. Quickly, he recovered and had her pinned to the floor within seconds. Face down on the floor, struggling, she screamed and tried to put up a fight, but it was pointless.

"Help! Somebody help me!" Alicia screamed. 

She had hoped the blow to the head with the metal candlestick she found would have knocked him out, but Gabriel apparently was as strong as a horse. She tried as hard she could to shake him off, but he wasn't going anywhere. Finally, out of breath and tired, she stopped moving.

"Are you finished, 'cause I could hold you like this all night," Gabriel stated. She could tell by the sound of his voice that he found the situation amusing.

That motherfucker.

Alicia wanted to cuss him out and call him every name in the book, but she stopped and tried a different approach. "Look, whatever you were planning on doing, if you let me go, I won't tell a soul. I promise," she pleaded, "Just let me go, please."

"I can't." 

It was the truth. Just the thought of letting her go put him on edge. No matter what happened, he wasn't letting her go. His admission seemed to spur her even more, causing her to struggle even harder. It was useless though, he would just wait until she tired herself out again. 

After a couple of minutes, Alicia was out of breath and on the verge of hysteria. What on God's green earth did she do to deserve this? She wasn't perfect, but damn, she did the best she could. Everything she had hoped for, all her dreams, the promises she made to herself, only to end up like this; not able to hold it in any longer, she started sobbing.

Gabriel laid there with his chest pressed against her back, feeling her body shake as she cried. Knowing he was the cause of it brought a tightness to his chest that made him question his actions.

Leaning down, he whispered, "Shh, I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanna talk. Ok?" 

Slowly, he rolled her onto her back, but Alicia being the hellcat she was, immediately tried to kick him in his groin, only to miss, catching him in the stomach instead.

"Damn it!" he yelled as he grabbed her hands, placing them above her head. 

Planting one knee in between her legs, he pried her legs apart and situated himself between them. Spread eagle, she was a sight to behold, with her large chest heaving up and down. Even with her puffy eyes, she was still beautiful. Damn, he was in trouble.

"Listen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, it really doesn't matter to me, one way or the other. As a matter of fact, I like when you fight me." He smiled.

Alicia knew she wasn't strong enough to overpower him, but that didn't keep her from trying. Despite him holding her down, she continued to buck and jerk her body out of sheer stubbornness. Chest to chest, pelvis to groin, she kept squirming against Gabriel until she felt something hard pressed against her sex. Once it hit her, what it was, she stopped moving immediately. 

Nervous and scared, she looked up at Gabriel. She hadn't really looked at him since he entered the room and everything had really been a blur up until then. The moment her eyes connected with his, Alicia wished she hadn't. Mesmerized, she held his gaze as a heat crept through her body. It was almost like a warm, fuzzy feeling, and now that she thought about it, she had felt that same feeling the night he took her. The heating sensation started to intensify and she felt the need to grind against him. She gasped when realized she'd done just that and stopped immediately. 

Embarrassed, Alicia licked her suddenly dry lips. Even though the man was crazy as hell, he was also gorgeous and that made her even madder. Why was her body reacting like this? Everything within her wanted to be appalled, but a small part of her, a part she wasn't ready to examine, felt something pulling her towards this man.

Looking away to break the connection, she asked, "What do you want from me?"

Everything, his head screamed, but he needed to get control of the situation first. Although he wanted her above all else, the last thing he wanted her to think was that he was some crazed pervert, and the fact that he was lying on top of her with a hard-on wasn't exactly helping his case.

"Right now, I just want to talk. Now, we can talk in this position," he said as his eyes roamed over her body, "which I have no problem with, or if you promise to be a good girl and not try anything, I can let go of you. Ok?" Gabriel watched her face as she glared at him. He could tell she wondering if she should try anything.

After what seemed like an eternity, she whispered, "Ok."

"Ok, what?"

She glared at him, letting out a harsh breath as she did so. "Ok, I promise not to try anything. Now can you get off of me?"

Slowly Gabriel lifted himself off of her. Taking her hand, he pulled her up off of the floor. Unable to let go of her hand, he used his thumb to caress the inside of her palm until she snatched it away, turning her body away from him. 

Wanting to be as far away from Gabriel as possible, Alicia walked to the other side of the room. Wrapping her arms around herself, she looked down at the floor, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Gabriel stood there staring at Alicia; she looked so innocent, yet lost at the same time. He could still smell her fear. Unsure of what to say, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "You feel it don't you?"

"What?" she responded, looking at him, confused.

"The pull between us, the..." He stopped himself. He started to say heat, but he realized that might sound crazy to her. "The connection we have, Alicia, I felt it the moment I laid eyes on you."

Even though he was right, she would never admit it, especially after what he did. "So let me get this straight. You kidnapped me, took me from my home, because you felt a connection? Listen, I don't know what world you're living in, but most people now-a-days," she paused, taking a breath, "when they feel a connection with someone, they get a phone number, you know, go on a date. They don't kidnap someone," she finished, frustrated.

"You're right, but I had my reasons for why I did what I did."

"Well, by all means, please enlighten me."

Gabriel thought about telling her the truth, the whole 'I'm a powerful werewolf and you're my mate and we'll be together forever' speech, but thought better of it. She already thought he was psychotic and telling her that would just confirm it. Leaning back on heels, he realized that it was going to be harder than he thought. Knowing she wasn't ready for the big picture just yet, he decided to deal with the current situation.

"Look Alicia, I know you have no reason to trust me, but I assure you, I'm not here to hurt you," he stated, hoping she could see the truth in his words. 

"Why on earth should I believe you?" Alicia held Gabriel's gaze. Though her heart wanted to believe him, her head said everything about the situation was crazy and she'd be stupid to think otherwise.

"Alicia, I know what I did was wrong, but can you say you were honestly happy where you were at?" 

When she didn't answer, he continued. "Did you enjoy living like that? No friends, no one to confide in? The very people who took you in, treating you as if you don't belong? I mean, you were one of the top students in your class, yet here you are, attending some second rate college and working at some crappy diner, while your family continues to live comfortably."

Alicia bristled at his words. "Excuse me. Times were hard, hence the reason why William was selling the company."

Walking towards her, he replied, "Really, if times were so hard, why is it that you were the only one making sacrifices? What about Melinda and Melissa, what did they sacrifice?"

Alicia shook her head in fury as she backed up. She couldn't believe the nerve of this asshole, who the hell was he to question how she lived. "My life back home was just that, MINE. And how the hell would you know anything about it since we only met once?"

"I know that you allow yourself to be treated like crap out of some sense of loyalty to Garrison, since he took you in. You don't even feel comfortable enough to go to man to tell him how his wife and daughter were treating you, which, by the way, I'm pretty sure he knew, he just chose to ignore it."

"So what if he did? That still doesn't give you the right to kidnap me. Why don't you stop talking about my life and tell me what you're going to do to me?"




Taken Ch. 03



"What if I told you I only want to give you the life that you deserve, treat you the way you should be treated. You would never want for anything." Gabriel studied Alicia, judging from the frown on her face, she wasn't happy with what he said.

She was not buying it; a man like Gabriel didn't offer you the world just because. She was young and perhaps a little naïve when it came to certain things, but she wasn't stupid. "Oh I get it now. So in return for me getting everything I could possibly want, I get to be your personal whore, is that it?"

"That's not what I meant." His jaw clenched at her statement. 

Gabriel was quickly losing his patience. Their conversation was not going how he planned. He hated to admit it, but Michael was right. She wasn't going to be falling into his arms anytime soon, hell the way it was going, it was starting to look like never. Damn it, he was used to women throwing themselves at him, not the other way around, and the truth was that he had no idea how to court a woman. Get her into bed, yes, charm her, sure, but getting Alicia to agree to spend the rest of her life with him was a whole other story. The women around the compound would jump at the chance to be with their Alpha, but then again Alicia wasn't just any woman, she was his mate.

"I don't care what you meant, I'd rather go back to my sorry existence, as you put it, than stay here with you. At least there I had my uncle's respect, which is more than I can say for you," she spat.

"Yeah, he respected you so much that he allowed me to bring you here," Gabriel retorted before could stop himself.

She gasped. "What did you just say?" Alicia's voice was dangerously low as she took a step forward. Suddenly, she was no longer apprehensive about Gabriel, she was pissed that he would lie about such a thing.

"You are a liar! My uncle would never do that."

Gabriel looked at the woman standing in front of him. Clearly he had struck a nerve, and he wondered if he had gone too far. Well, there was no need to backtrack; the damage was already done. "Really? Why, because he loved you so much? Think about it, Alicia. Garrison is a smart man, and a business-minded one at that. So do you really think that Garrison had no clue how his wife and daughter treated you? Hell I was there for one night and I saw it. You've been living with the man for three years and in all that time he never thought once to stand up for you."

Alicia shook head furiously. Lies! It had to be. She knew Melinda and Melissa could give two shits about her, but her uncle would never do such a thing, he was always so nice to her. No, it wasn't true. Gabriel was just trying to get into her head, make her all confused. Balling her hands into fists, she thought about her uncle, maybe he did know about the problems between her and Melinda, but it didn't mean he would do this.

"Alicia," Gabriel began tenderly as he placed his hands on her shoulders, "Melinda even said if it came down to choosing between you and them, you knew who he would choose, and he obviously made his choice."

Stepping out of his hold, she slapped Gabriel as hard as she could; the man didn't even flinch. Shocked, she quickly composed herself, rubbing her stinging hand. "Even if what you say is true, which I don't believe, that still doesn't change a thing. I'm a grown ass woman, not a piece of property for you two to trade. Can't you see how wrong you are? Please, let me go home."

"I'm sorry, Alicia, but this is your home."

"Why me?" she screamed, pounding his chest. "You could have any woman you want! You don't even know me! Why do you have to do this?" 

Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her against his body. "Because the only woman I want is you, Alicia," he declared before his mouth claimed hers. 

He was done talking to her, because obviously, it wasn't working. Besides, being this close to her was driving him out of his mind and a man could only take so much. She was standing in front of him wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties, her chest heaving up and down, and he wasn't suppose to act on it? He'd been around a long time and been called a lot of things, but a saint wasn't one of them, and he wasn't about to become one now, especially when he remembered how good it felt to be pressed up against her on the floor.

Gabriel had wanted to go slow, so as not to scare her, but that changed the moment his lips touched hers. She resisted at first, keeping her lips tightly closed as struggled. 

Well I'll just have to fix that. Smiling inwardly at the thought, he let go of her wrists, slowly sliding his hands down her body. He stopped at hemline of her t-shirt, before sliding his hands under the shirt. Grabbing hold of her buttocks, he squeezed the round mounds, causing her to gasp, and as soon as she did, he went in full force. Nibbling, caressing, sucking, there was no part of her mouth he wouldn't explore. 

Wanting to alleviate the pressure between his thighs, he hoisted her up until she was pressed against his hard-on, and instinctively, she wrapped her legs and arms around him. Walking to the wall, he propped her up against it. Slowly, he rubbed her against the bulge in his slacks. Any resistance she had shown towards him was slowly melting away. He could feel her wetness coating the front of his pants, which made him grind even harder, causing her to moan. The fact that he was pleasuring his woman made his inner beast roar. Then suddenly, she was pushing at his shoulders. 

"Stop it, get off of me."

Slowly, he let her go, taking a step back to get himself together. As he did, he watched Alicia, deciphering the emotions that ran across her face, which went from shock, to confusion, to arousal. That last one made him ache to touch her, especially when she stood there looking so innocent, yet sexy. Never the less, it was taking everything within him not to rip her panties off and slide into that warm haven in between her thighs. 

He knew she wanted it just as bad as he did, he could smell the lust radiating off of her. His wolf said, Do it, claim her, make her MINE. But he could tell she wasn't ready for that, at least not the first night anyway. For some reason, it was important that she trust him. For now, he would be patient. Lord, help me.

"I realize you need time to adjust to your current situation, so I'm going to give you a little space. Now, I'll be the first to admit that patience is not one of my best qualities, especially when it comes to you," he looked at her, running his hand over the stubble on his chin, "But I'm willing to make an exception in your case." He smiled as he gently stroked her cheek. 

"Especially when I know it's just a matter of time before you give me what I want." He leaned in to kiss her forehead and with that, he turned, leaving a stunned Alicia to stare at his back as he left the room.

****

Five days had passed since Alicia last saw Gabriel; true to his word, he was giving her some space, if that's what you wanted to call it. Oh, he still tried to coax her out of the room, requesting her presence for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, or for some other activity, but she flat refused each time. What surprised her even more was the fact that the brute hadn't to come to drag her out of the room kicking and screaming. Not that she cared, because she didn't.

So far, the only people she had any interactions with, besides Gabriel, were Kristen and Anita. Kristen was her so-called assistant; she was there to see to all her needs, while Anita was the housekeeper who barely spoke to her. 

"Ms. Monroe, Mr. Kirkland would like to know if you'll be joining him this evening."

Alicia looked at Kristen, who had entered the room and was waiting patiently for her answer, even though she knew what the answer would be. The brunette always had a serene look on her face and her brown eyes were always smiling, as if she was continually trying to put Alicia at ease in her presence, yet she refused to help Alicia escape. 

The first time she met Kristen, she'd entered the room, smiling, to ask if Alicia would be joining Gabriel. Thinking she had found someone to help her, Alicia begged the woman for help, but Kristen went on as if she had said nothing, quickly informing Alicia of what her duties were and warning her not to try anything since Gabriel was outside awaiting her answer. Being determined, she thought she'd try her luck anyway, running out of the room quickly, but she came to a halt and did an about face as soon as her eyes connected with his.

"You can tell Mr. Kirkland that my answer hasn't changed since the last time he asked," Alicia huffed.

"Ms. Monroe, why don't you come downstairs? Sitting up here by yourself all day, day in and day out can't be healthy for you."

"And being held against my will is? What is wrong with you people?"

Kristen just stood there, giving her a sad look, which irked Alicia even more. "You know, Ms. Monroe, most girls around here would love to be in your shoes. Mr. Kirkland is quite a catch you know."

"Well then, he should have brought one of their asses here," she muttered.

She must have been kidnapped, taken to a cult and Gabriel was their leader. Did these people not understand the meaning of kidnapped? Being held against your will? She might as well be on vacation for all they cared. Alicia looked at the woman, ready to go off on her, but when she saw the hurt look on Kristen's face she held back. After all, the woman was just doing her job, and even went out of her way to make sure Alicia was comfortable.

"I'm sorry, Kristen. I don't mean to take my anger out on you. It should be Gabriel."

"It's ok, darling, I understand. It must be hard for you to be back," she replied in a low whisper.

"What you'd say?"

"Hmm, nothing," she said quickly, waving her hands.

"I'll just tell him you won't be joining him," Kristen stated, closing the door.

"Ok." 

Confused by what just happened, Alicia shrugged her shoulders. Normally, Kristen would stay a couple of minutes to talk to her about her day. Even though Kristen was the one doing all the talking, it still felt good to have some human interaction. Five days of sitting in a room was starting to take its toll on her, she now understood how someone could go crazy from solitary confinement. For the past five days, she spent most of her time thinking about the last three years of her life, replaying scenes over and over in her head. Had William known about the differences between her and Melinda? Would he really do something like this? Was that why no one came when she screamed?

The first couple of days she found herself crying constantly over what her life had become. Was she supposed to live out the rest of her days locked away? Or worse, what would happen when Gabriel no longer wanted her? No matter what, Gabriel was the main focus of all her thoughts.

Even with the TV and the various magazines Kristen had brought, her mind still wouldn't forget what happened with Gabriel. Even though she knew he would try something eventually, she still was shocked when he did it. Even worse, she found herself enjoying it; that kiss alone stole her breath away, it was new, yet familiar. She couldn't explain it. It was if that kiss calmed a part of her soul; all the tension she left her body and for a moment, she was at peace. Never before had she felt something like that, the few kisses she experienced before Gabriel had been wet and sloppy, she cringed just thinking about them. 

Then there was Gabriel, a man who had taken her like she was some piece of property, and was able to kiss her senseless. Thank goodness she was able to get a grip on her emotions, otherwise he wouldn't have had to force her, she would have been willing to give it to him. 

She wanted to hate him for taking her and locking her away. She should have been repulsed, appalled, and yet her body craved him; she itched to have him touch her again, to feel his hardness pressed against her. The need for him was becoming worse each day. Thank God he was giving her space, because she needed it. There were times during the day when she would get extremely hot, and each time it happened, she got the urge to run to Gabriel. Now when the urge came, she'd just curl up in the bed until the sensations passed, but that was becoming harder and harder to do. Then there were nights when she woke covered in sweat, crying out for him. Even in her dreams, she couldn't escape him. She groaned as she rubbed her eyes. She was stressed, tired and confused; that had to be why she was feeling this was way, it had to be.

****

"Sir?"

Gabriel looked up at Kristen, who was standing before him. He already knew what she would say; after all he'd heard the same answer for the past five days.

"I'm sorry," she let out.

"It's ok. Why don't you and Anita take the rest of the night off?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Neither I, nor Alicia, will be needing your services for the rest of the night."

The woman looked at Gabriel as if she wanted to say more, but thought better of it, and left quietly instead. Gabriel looked down at the wine glass he was holding, taking deep breaths to calm down. He had told Alicia he would be patient, he had tried to be nice, but no more. Alicia had officially cut the final thread that his patience was hanging on by. 

Five days he had waited, five days of needing her, yet being denied each time. Did she know how hard it had been for him to walk away from her and stay away? Each day he sat waiting and hoping that she would come to him, like some lovesick fool.

Rising up from the table, he allowed the warm tingling sensation to engulf him, taking pleasure in the feel of the heat as it became stronger, because tonight he would no longer deny himself what was his.



Taken Ch. 03



-Sage-

I woke up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat. I felt absolutely awful. "Babe?" I said, nudging Shane. He stirred a bit before opening his eyes. When he did, he looked at me concerned.

"Sage! Baby, are you okay?" he asked, sitting up and turning on the light on the bedside table.

"I don't feel well," I said, feeling another wave of nausea pass over me.

"Do I need to take you to the hospital?" he asked, ready to throw on his clothes and take me wherever he needed to.

"I'm not sure... bucket," I said, covering my mouth with my hand. He jumped up and brought me the small trashcan from our bathroom. I vomited inside of it and laid back in the bed. I closed my eyes as sweat poured from my forehead.

"I'm taking you to the hospital," he said, standing up and walking to the closet to get dressed.

"No, Shane... I think I'll be fine," I said, patting the bed next to me but he didn't budge.

"You don't look good, Love. Let me at least get you a cool rag for your forehead," he pleaded until I nodded my head.

"I'll be right back," he said, worry covering his handsome face. He came back with a wet rag with ice in it. He placed it on my hot forehead causing me to sigh in relief. It felt like heaven...

-Shane-

I didn't like the way she looked. I wanted to take her to the hospital to get her checked out but she refused. I stayed up most of the night, dabbing her forehead and emptying the trashcan for her. She never stopped vomiting, doing so between two and three times an hour. It scared me.

By ten o'clock the following morning, she looked like hell and seemed weak. "That's it, Sage. I'm taking you to the hospital," I said, soaping up a towel to clean her up and get her dressed. She was too weak to argue. After we both were clean and dressed, I picked her up and loaded her into the car.

-Sage-

I squinted at the sun's brightness. I was fading in and out of consciousness as I looked out of my window. "Sage? Sage!" Shane shouted when I faded out again. I knew I was dehydrated. That much vomiting with no fluid intake, that was exactly what was wrong but why?

I looked at his concerned face to let him know I was still here. I had never seen him so afraid of anything before. If I wasn't feeling so bad, I would have felt special.

Within five minutes, we were pulling up to St. Sweeny Medical Center. It was an okay hospital but not as good as Jefferson Memorial. This one was closer anyway. He parked the car and picked me up into his arms and carried me into the Emergency Department and checked me in with the receptionist.

"Her name?" the woman asked.

"Sage. Sage Austin," Shane replied.

He handed her my driver's license, my insurance card (that was through his company), and our marriage license to justify the different last names.

"Right this way," the woman said, passing us off to a nurse.

She did my vitals and put us into out room. From check-in to our room, I vomited three times... the frequency was increasing. After being in the room for about fifteen minutes, the nurse came in and drew some blood. She also did a cath on me because I was too weak to go to the bathroom on my own. The blood draw confirmed the dehydration and after giving me a dose of Zofran, started IV fluids. Thirty minutes into the infusion and I already was beginning to feel better.

Before long, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Shane said and continued to hold my hand. God, I loved that man. When the door opened, a police officer came in.

"Mr. Austin, is it okay if I have a word with Mrs. Austin... alone?" the officer asked. Shane looked at me and I nodded. He got to his feet and walked outside the room.

"Sage? Sage Cooper?" the officer asked, walking closer to the bed. His name badge read 'Greene'.

"Cooper's my maiden name, yes," I confirmed. I was determined to play it cool.

"Mrs. Austin, I'll cut to the chase. You were reported missing over six months ago. We have been on the case for awhile now. Were you taken from the parking garage against your will?" he asked, taking out his notepad.

"No, Sir. I just picked up and left, met Shane and married him soon after," I lied. I lied so well that even I believed it.

"So you were not abducted or in any danger at any time?" he reiterated, scribbling in his notepad.

"No, Sir. I just got fed up with life and left to start a new one," I said, shrugging, "Is that a crime, Officer?"

"No, Ma'am. I'm gonna close this case and inform the people of your past," he said, shutting the notepad and putting it away.

"Thank you, Sir," I said, smiling.

"Sure thing," he said, leaving the room. Shane walked in as soon as he left. He knew what I did. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, concerned.

"A lot better. I love you," I said, looking into those sky blue eyes that I loved so much.

"I love you, too, Sage," he said, taking my hand into his. After another few minutes, there was another knock on the door. Shane rolled his eyes in frustration. "Come in!" he said again. The door opened and this time it was the short, balding doctor, Dr. Abdullah.

"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Austin," he said, smiling, "I was coming in to inform you of your diagnosis. The excessive vomiting is consistent with the diagnosis of Hyperemesis Gravidarum-," he said. He was still talking but my brain went numb. I knew that sickness.

"So you're saying I'm-" I began, but Dr. Abdullah finished my sentence.

"Pregnant, yes, Dear, about eight weeks along," he said, smiling.

I looked at Shane who was weeding through the medical jargon in shock. I smiled at him and kissed him on the lips.

"I'm gonna be a father?" he asked, pointing to himself.

"Yes, Babe... we're going to have a baby!" I said, beaming. I had never been so happy in my entire life! It seemed like everything was falling into place for us... everything was perfect.

[Four Months Later]

-Shane-

I looked down at Sage's sleeping face thanking God that she was mine, though I felt that God may not have anything for me anymore. I am, after all, a rapist and kidnapper and I'm pretty sure He isn't too thrilled with me. Though in the ten months that Sage and I had been together, I've determined that she was just as fucked up as I was. A match made in heaven if I do say so myself.

Her frame was snuggled up against mine, her rounded belly pressed against my side... periodically, I felt my baby girl kicking at me. I smiled to myself... Whatever punishment I endure in the afterlife would be worth it for just five minutes of the perfect life that I am living.

"Shane?" she asked, opening one eye.

"Yeah?"

"What time is it?" she asked, closing it back and snuggling back into me.

"Almost 4:30 in the afternoon," I replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Almost dinner time," she said, smiling. She was too cute.

"What would you like? I'll make whatever you want," I offered.

"Whatever I want?" she asked, trailing her nails along my bare chest and stomach over the bulge in my boxers.

I shuddered at the feel of her teasing touch. "Easy, Nymphette," I said, quickly stilling her hand... I had just finished fucking her after lunch. It was a lazy 'fucking' Sunday. "It's been hours since you've fed my daughter. Feed her and I'll feed you," I said, winking at her.

"Fine," she grumbled, sitting up to stretch, "I'll hold you to that."

"What do you want?" I asked again, sitting up, ready to make her dinner.

"What I want is for you to get dressed so you can take me to the grocery store," she said, slipping flip-flops onto her pedicured feet. My wife was so fucking hot and to make things even better, she was about three months away from being a MILF.

"I'll go to the grocery store if you'd just tell me what you want," I said, helping her to her feet after watching her struggle to stand up.

"I could have done that myself," she pouted, "and no, I'll go in. It's a surprise."

She could be so fucking stubborn sometimes but honestly, that was one of the things that I loved most about her. It would be boring to get my way all the time.

-Sage-

I allowed Shane to wrap his strong arm around me to help me downstairs. He was so sweet. I loved how he attentive he was to me and how he kept me thoroughly satisfied. I didn't hurt for anything while I was with him.

"Dammit, Sage, be careful," he growled as I descended the stairs of the front porch without assistance. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. "It's not funny."

I admit, I fucked with him a bit much but he was completely overprotective except, of course, during sex...

He opened the passenger door for me and helped me inside. In no time, he was climbing in beside me. The drive to the grocery store was a quick one. I planned to make chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and green beans. He loved chicken fried steak but it had been awhile since I'd made it.

We pulled into the parking lot and after a few seconds of me trying to convince Shane to let me go inside alone, I was walking inside. After grabbing a hand basket, I walked around, grabbing everything I needed from the shelves.

"Sage?" an extremely familiar voice said behind me, causing my heart to pound audibly in my chest. I closed my eyes and took several breaths before turning around to face my past...

-Malachi-

When she turned around, I felt a surge of emotions wash over my body. Here was the woman that was supposed to be my wife, the woman that had me worried sick for months, the woman that broke my heart standing in front of me with a belly swollen with another man's child.

Her beautiful brown eyes were full of guilt as she looked up at me. We were supposed to be married by now. What the fuck did I do to deserve the shit that she'd put me through? Anger...love...hate...hurt...fuck!

"Why?" I asked, simply.

-Sage-

His question washed over me like a tidal wave... What do I say? He was hurt... I saw it when he looked at me. His eyes rolled over my body and rested on belly... The seed of my betrayal.

"I don't-....Malachi...it just happened. I am so sorry... you'll never know how sorry I am," I said, sincerely.

"Sorry doesn't get my fiancée back. I loved you, Sage... We were so right for each other. Everything was perfect," Malachi said, shaking his head slowly in disbelief, "You were supposed to be my wife, the mother of my children... what happened to us? What did I do wrong?" He asked, his voice breaking.

"You didn't do anything, I promise... It was out of either of our control," I said quietly.

"What the hell do you mean 'out of either of our control'? You fucking ran out on me," the hurt in his eyes turning to hatred, "That's what you told Officer Greene... You fucking left me to be a whore."

His words were worse than a slap in the face. I felt the tears welling in my eyes until they cascaded down my cheeks. "Malachi..." I began but he silenced me.

"Fuck you, Sage," he said to me coldly. I dropped my basket and ran away from him. My heart ached. I never meant to hurt Malachi and I spent the first month with Shane trying to get back to him and now he hated me.

-Shane-

I was sitting in the car when I heard a commotion by the grocery store. I saw Sage running from the store crying. Before I could think about anything, I was out of my car running towards her.

"Baby, what happened?" I asked, grabbing her shoulders. She didn't reply. Instead, she buried her face into my chest and broke down. I looked around helplessly as I tried to figure out what was making her cry.

"Sage, you have to calm down and tell me what happened," I said calmly, trying to calm her down as well. Then, I saw him....her fucking ex. "Get in the fucking car."

I walked over to him and pushed him hard in the chest causing him to stumble back some from the force but this guy was a big, solid motherfucker and I was livid.

"What the fuck did you say to my wife, Asshole?" I shouted, pushing him back again.

"I told her the truth. I know you fucking did something to her! Sage wouldn't have left like that... What the fuck did you do to her!" He shouted, pushing me back.

"Don't be fucking jealous because she made the right choice," I spat, nostrils flaring.

-Sage-

BAM!

I could hear the sound of Malachi's fist connecting with Shane's face from the car. I watched as the blood spewed from his nose...

"Motherfucker..." Shane said before leaning forward and taking Malachi to the ground, punching him in the face, pounding his head into the concrete of the sidewalk. I got out of the car and began running towards them.

"Stop!" I shouted as I ran, "Stop, both of you!" Shane broke concentration, looking up at the sound of my voice.

"Get back in the car!" He shouted, before Malachi gained control by punching him in his mouth. Malachi threw as many hard punches into Shane's stomach as possible. I ran inside the store to get the manager.

The store manager ran outside with me at his heels. "You two need to take this shit off of my fucking property before I call the cops!" he shouted, stopping the tussle.

"Come on, Babe... it's not worth it," I said to Shane, earning me a glare from Malachi.

"I don't know what happened but I know something did," Malachi said, spitting blood, "But if you want to put up this front, Sage... Be my fucking guest... Have a nice life."

"Don't worry, she will," Shane said tauntingly as Malachi walked away.

"Fuck you," Malachi said over his shoulder. I had mixed feelings about what happened. I felt awful about the confrontation and hurting Malachi but I knew that Shane was right: I did make the right choice. I loved Shane with all of my heart and I knew I didn't regret that.

-Shane-

I groaned as I popped my neck and my jaw. That motherfucker had a helluva right hook on him. Sage looked at me, concern painting her beautiful face.

"What?" I asked, the pain causing me to snap a little more than I intended, "Sorry, Babe... you didn't deserve that."

She shook her head and handed me the keys. "What do you say we skip making dinner and get some takeout so I can nurse you back to health?

"I like the sound of that," I said, undressing her sexy, pregnant body with my eyes. I started the car and drove as fast as I safely could so I could get her home and get some treatment.



Taken Ch. 03



Lia could tell the knife at her throat was razor sharp. The strange man in black was barely pressing it against her neck and she could feel it beginning to slice her. She brought her sobbing under control, scared that she'd slit her own throat if she made the slightest movement. 

Seemingly pleased with her reaction, he smiled and said, "Don't move. Don't even think about trying to kick me or bite me." As he said this he deftly started undoing his pants with his other hand. 

Her breathing hitched as she realized what he was about to do, but she didn't move, terrified of the knife at her neck. It hitched higher as he pulled his erection free. With wild eyes she tried to look at anything in the room but this large man looming over her, knowing what he was about to do. 

He increased pressure against her neck. But she hadn't moved! Her green eyes flew back to meet his with question and he said, "Don't look away again." She shut her eyes briefly and he said, "And don't you dare close your eyes. Look at me. Understand?" 

Lia answered with an infinitesimal nod as she processed this. How was she going to be able to stay still and keep her eyes on him? It was impossible. Then it came to her. He wanted her to fail. He wanted to hurt her.

He gripped her left knee and pulled it up as he sank down between her thighs. He positioned himself at her entrance but was met with resistance. She wasn't ready. How could she be in this horror of a situation? That didn't stop him though, he roughly pushed ahead anyway. As pain shot through her most sensitive area she cried out and clamped her eyes shut. Before she realized her error his hand came down with a sharp crack against her face. Shocked, more than hurt, her eyes flew open. "Pay attention!" he growled. As he was about to continue to push roughly inside her unready body, he suddenly stopped. 

Watching him, it looked like he was trying to listen to something. Then quicker than she thought possible, the knife was away from her neck and there was no longer a man between her legs. Thankful for this reprieve, she breathed deep breaths, clamped her legs back together, and prayed they stayed that way. She watched him sheath his knife and tuck himself away as he went to the window. 

He moved the curtain just enough to see out then came back to stand over her. "White truck. New model Ford. Who is it?"

She knew instantly who it must be. Troy must have called their old neighbor John when she didn't show up for work and asked him to come over to check on her. She didn't answer immediately, struggling with whether to feign ignorance or tell the truth or some variation. Then the knife reappeared, and he backhanded Lia across the face as he demanded as if he could read her mind, "Don't lie to me." 

Quickly, in pain and in fear, she sputtered honestly, "Neighbor. Retired, old guy."

They both turned their head as they heard the truck door slam. He clamped his hand over her mouth and whispered, "Not a sound. Or you can watch me kill him before I kill you." 

She nodded in agreement. 

Oh John! Damn it. She was saved from being raped, only to now have John in danger. Grateful for his timely appearance moments earlier, she now wished he'd go away so he would be out of harm's way.

She heard his slow steps on the gravel driveway. A minute later she heard his loud knocking at the door as he called out, "You in there, hun! You fall asleep?" Then more knocking and a rattling as he tried the handle.

The stranger whispered, "Does he have a key?" 

Honestly, she didn't know if he did. So she shrugged and shook her head.

She lay there and listened as John made his way around the one story house, knocking on windows and trying to look in. The curtains were pulled shut, so there was no way he would be able to see them in the bedroom. Finally, she heard him walk back to the truck and could faintly hear his voice. The man released her mouth, but she wisely stayed silent. He went back to the window and looked out to see what John was doing. He said quietly, "He's on the phone. Who would he be calling?"

She didn't respond until he walked over to her and glared down at her, tapping the knife against his leg. 

Lia whispered, "Probably Troy." 

At the mention of Troy's name, a look of disgust and hatred overcame the stranger's face. He spat out the question, "Why?"

Lia hesitated only a second until he advanced on her, then answered quickly, "He probably sent John over here to see why I hadn't showed up for work yet."

"Why would he know you weren't at work? Your boss would call him?" The stranger looked puzzled and insecure for the first time. 

She wrinkled her forehead in confusion. He seemed to know so much about them, but he didn't know they worked at the same place? "We work together," she finally explained, when he threatened her with the knife again.

"Fuck!" he said under his breath. He paced back to the window and came back with a look of worry on his face.

"We're leaving," he said. Then he bent and cut the rope that attached her to each corner of the bed but quickly tied her hands back together before she could move them. She watched him take another length of rope and move toward her legs. 

Quickly, realizing she could finally move her legs, she rolled away from him to the other side of the bed. Somehow she managed to roll off the bed and land on her feet and she took off running for the door without looking behind her. They lived in a small one-story house. She might make it to the front door before he caught her. He could hear him behind her, cursing at her in a low voice. Her head was pounding with every step she took. Could John hear them running through the house? Doubtful. The old man had a hard time hearing the person sitting next to him.

Just as she was about to make the turn to the front hall, the stranger caught her around the waist and lifted her off her feet and his other hand came up and clamped over her mouth before she could scream. 

Lia knew she hadn't had much of a chance with the battered condition she was in, but she had to try. But now what would the stranger do to her for defiance? 

His words gave her no relief. Against her ear, she could barely hear his whispered threat, "You'll pay for that stunt, you fucking bitch." 

Oh shit

_________________________________________

Troy's phone rang and he snatched it up on the first ring, "Yea?"

"She didn't answer. Doesn't look like anyone's home," John responded. 

His stomach sank. Troy grabbed his keys and started walking toward the exit. In the background he heard his manager yell at him, but he ignored him and asked John, "Is her car there?" 

"Yea, it's here."

"Go look and see if her wallet is in her glovebox. She doesn't lock her car at home. She wouldn't have gone anywhere without taking her wallet, though," he said. Troy broke into a run as soon as he got outside and sprinted to his car.

"Alright. Hang on." John answered. Troy hurried to his car and was screeching into traffic into seconds. 

'Hurry up old man!' he thought. 

Finally, John said, "Wallet's in here. What's up? You guys have a fight or something?"

No fight. Shit, this was definitely more serious than that, John-Boy. 

Should he tell John to break into the house? 

Should he involve the police? 

John's voice brought him out of his thoughts, "You still there?"

"Yea, yea. Sorry. Just thinking." Troy responded.

John asked, "You think she's sick in there? What do you want me to do?"

Fuck it, Troy decided. "Try to pick the lock. If that doesn't work, shoot the glass out of the window and go in. Something's wrong."

"Seriously?" John asked. 

"Yes." Troy answered. 

He was dead serious. He just hoped it wasn't already too late. Or that he was overreacting, because of his past. Troy's instincts told him he wasn't though. The thought of anything happening to her was just too much for him to bear. 

'Please', he thought, 'don't let it be too late.'



Taken Ch. 03



As we stepped onto the back porch I slowly came back to myself. 

"Where are you taking me?" I asked bravely. My stomach dropped at the thought of it, I'd let my anger get the best of me. My parents used to do that all the time, especially when arguing. I wasn't their daughter I became a commodity, something they could use against one another. While they were not officially divorced, they slept in separate bedrooms and barely said a word to one another. 

"You messed up big time sister Skye. There are consequences for your actions!" I started to toss myself around, causing Christopher's grip to slip just a little.

"I am not something to own or train. I am a goddamn human being." He whipped me around and backhanded me so hard I almost fell over. He grabbed me by the bicep and practically dragged me towards the barn.

"You are Skye now; you will join with Clyde and become his wife. You will love, honor and obey him; provide him with children. That is your duty as a woman!"

"You're wrong, the real world doesn't work like that," I argued, putting my feet down as we got closer.

"They're all sinners; our way of life is to get us closer to heaven. You should be grateful Clyde chose you. What you did to him...if he wasn't the kind man he is, you'd be dead. It's pointless to fight Skye; you're stuck here, forever. Sooner you get used to it, the sooner it becomes easier on you."

"I will NEVER stop until I'm free or dead," I retorted. Christopher leaned in really close, face a breath away from mine.

"Be careful what you wish for," he muttered. We passed the doorway to the barn. I set my feet up against the door and pushed back with all my strength. He pulled back and backed into the barn. To our right was a row of horse stalls, opposite end of the barn was a large loft covered in hay. Before us was a large round wooden spool. Attached to it were chains and cuffs. Turning around he forced me down face first, holding me down with just his weight, I was bent over the spool, legs almost dangling off the edge. While he was only a few inches taller than me, I hadn't thought him to be so heavy. I pushed against him, I tried to kick him but he wiggled his way between my legs. I felt him press himself against me and I could tell my struggle excited him. He pressed it right against me, grinding his hips. I tried to head-butt him but he slammed my face against the wood, sending a spark of white light across my vision.

"Don't fight it Skye; you want it...all women want it in the end."

"You're delusional if you think I'd ever want anything from you," I spat. Then I felt his hand ride up my thigh, lifting my dress, his fingers dancing dangerously close to places it wasn't supposed to be.

"Don't." The words were out of my mouth and I hated myself for it. He chuckled

"I see what makes you obey." His dug his hands to the meat of my ass and squeezed so hard I yelped. 

"I won't tell anyone if you just let me go." 

"You're like a broken record Skye, you're never going home. I will KILL you before I let you leave me." Clyde spoke, as he entered his voice was cold and calculated. I shivered as his words sank in. He walked around so that I could see him, his hand was heavily bandaged and he had a half bottle of Jack Daniels in his good hand. He set it down beside my head as he maneuvered the cuffs to hold me down. With only one usable hand it took him a while before he got them on.

"You don't want me...there has got to be someone else more suited for your needs." I didn't wish this fate on anyone, but at that point i just wanted to go home.

"I don't WANT them Skye, I want YOU," he yelled as he picked up the Jack Daniels. Conflicting emotions rolled through me, I wasn't sure if I should be disgusted, flattered or scared. When I didn't respond Clyde continued his rant.

"Now, future wife, I am going to teach you the proper way to punish someone who needs a lesson on proper wife behavior." He pulled his pocket knife and flicked open the blade, moving behind me he cut open my dress exposing my entire backside; his hands lightly tracing my back.

"Christopher, grab the whip." I felt faint. 

"This particular whip has a lot of history Skye; my daddy made this whip himself and broke in 8 wives with it, my momma being the first. And it has tasted the flesh of every single wife since then." I pulled on my restraints but Clyde only laughed at me.

"Now I've given a few lashings but since my dominant hand is...incapacitated, Christopher will be doing the lashes today."

"I don't know Clyde, I've never..." Was that hesitation I heard in his voice?

"Either you whip her little brother or you take her place!" Clyde responded. That was all Christopher needed to hear. He grabbed the whip from the pegs on the wall and stood behind me. A quick glance told me it was leather, a little worn around the handle. It was thick at the bottom but got thinner and smaller towards the end, I tried to bury my face into the wood. The loving gentle Clyde was gone now, his blue eyes cold as ever as he stared down at me and took another sip of his booze.

"50 Lashes; begin." The first was sharp and intense, pain radiated out from the burning path left in its wake; I bit my lip and sucked in a lungful of air.

"Count them Skye."

"Go to hell," I growled through clenched teeth.

"Count them or you will be whipped until I see bone," he growled back, bringing his face closer to mine. I could smell the booze on his breath and I almost gagged.

"ONE!" I spat. Each one seemed to hurt more than the last. My screams echoed in the empty barn, throat quickly getting hoarse and raw as my back. The 17th lash broke the skin a little, I could feel small trickle of blood running down my back, almost cool against the heat of my flesh. By the time we got to 50 I was barely hanging onto consciousness. I was hysterical, begging, pleading, and swearing to let them do whatever they wanted if they stopped now. And at that point I really would have done anything just to make it stop.

"Keep counting Skye, or we will start over," taunted Clyde. I tried to mumble the last one, but my voice was gone and I'd been crying so hard i could barely calm myself down enough to breathe let alone count. Clyde set the empty Jack Daniels bottle down next to my head and leaned in. He shifted some hair away from my face and leaned in close enough I could see the anger in his eyes. 

"After everything I've done for you Skye and you stabbed my hand. Not only did you stab my hand, you did so in a room filled with my family...my nieces and nephews...my mother. 50 was me being generous, I don't know why, you sure don't deserve it," he scoffed.

"I'm sorry..." I apologized, voiced cracked and barely above a whisper. He laughed but it wasn't because he was amused.

"You're sorry? Did you hear that Christopher? She's sorry..." He slammed his injured hand against my face, leaving behind a smudge of blood.

"How the hell is sorry going to fix my hand? Our life here depends on farm work, if I have only one hand how am I to help? But did you think about any of that when you did this to me? Of course you didn't, you're just a selfish bitch!" he yelled. I closed my eyes against the fresh tears.

"And I'd do it all again if given the chance, only next time I'll aim for your throat," I yelled. How dare he try and say that I'm selfish. He kidnapped me, took me away from my friends, my family and everything I'd ever known all because he believed I was meant to be his. He roared in anger and walked around behind me.

"Clyde, I don't think that's a good idea..." I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh. I looked over my shoulder to see Clyde taking the whip away from Christopher who wiped blood from his lip. He looked over at me, shook his head and left. It was just Clyde and I now.

"This may not be my dominant hand, but this will still hurt," he warned. There was no warning, no counting; he started whipping my back, one right after the other. I didn't think there was any way I could still scream, but they were torn from my throat at the pain. When my vision started to tunneling I didn't fight it. I looked forward to the comforting darkness. Then suddenly it stopped, and I heard scuffling behind me. 

"Let go of me," growled Clyde. I didn't have enough strength left to even look to see what was going on. I closed my eyes and tried to listen. A few blows were exchanged, Clyde was breathless and out of control. 

"Don't be an idiot brother." My eyes shot open, it was Georgie. What the hell was he doing out here? And why was he trying to stop Clyde? He was the one always trying to get him to 'discipline' me more.

"This is none of your damn business! Give that back to me and go attend to your own wives." Clyde growled.

"I will not give this back until you're sober enough to use it with a clear head." I heard footsteps and the barn door slam shut. Clyde mumbled some curses as he stood, body swaying at the effort of trying to remain balanced. I gasped as he fell on me, he leaned his head against the back of mine.

"Why do you make me do these things to you Skye? Why can't you be a good wife and do as you're told?" he asked, words slurring. I pulled on the restraints again, chains rattled at my futile attempts. When I didn't reply his hands grabbed my arms, squeezing until I was sure he'd break them.

"Why can't you just love me?" he yelled. He was angry, but underneath that he sounded genuinely hurt. He honestly didn't understand why I didn't love him. Why stealing me away hadn't won my heart and obedience.

"This isn't the way you get someone to love you Clyde," I cried out. He roared in anger again, slamming his good fist onto the wood just inches from my head.

"I'll make you love me...I'll make you beg me..." I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and I started to panic again. I wasn't sure what his intentions were until he tilted my hips up and I heard him spit, than felt something cold and rough pressed up against me. I cringed as I realized what was about to happen and knowing there was nothing I could do to stop him. There was no easing, no gentleness as he rammed his full hard length into me. The pain was like nothing I'd experienced before; none of the abuse I'd suffered up until that moment compared to the sharp slicing pain that spread through every nerve in my entire body. It felt like he was literally tearing me apart from the inside. I felt that barrier of my virginity give way to his forceful thrust.

He moaned and just held himself there, buried inside me, stretching me to impossible lengths. I couldn't scream, couldn't even breathe over the overwhelming pain. When he finally pulled out I gasped for air, body trying to scream but there was no waiting for him. He buried himself back inside me, slamming his pelvis against me. I pulled at the restraints until they dug into my skin; he grabbed a handful of hair and held my head down as he savagely pounded into me. I closed my eyes as I tried to be anywhere but right there. Id had once imagined a bed with rose petals and something more loving and gentle with someone I was madly in love with, and to lose it like this, I felt hollowed out, empty as he used my body to find his own release. I listened to his grunts, his words as he cursed me and ground my head against the wooden spool when I wasn't responding in a way to please him. When Clyde finally came I could feel the heat of him coating my insides and he just stood there, body propped up by him just holding my head into the wooden spool.

I was motionless and numb now. When Clyde finally pulled away he laughed, he actually laughed.

"Guess Georgie owes me 20 bucks, you were a virgin," he announced. I could feel fluids draining from my body, down my leg onto the floor of the barn but I didn't move; I didn't speak. Clyde stood off to the side and just stared down at me. Blood stained the crotch of his jeans and I closed my eyes against the image. I'd honestly thought I could come away from this without losing my virginity, I could have convinced him somehow, could have escaped somehow. Now I wasn't sure about anything, Clyde had raped me, Georgie had stopped Clyde from beating me severely and Christopher had twice tried to talk Clyde out of punishing me. I wasn't sure how long I lay there as he simply stared at me. 

I was awoken from my dazed state when I felt Clyde unlock the cuffs but I simply dangled there, feeling drained of strength and emotion. Lifting me up Clyde wrapped me in a horse blanket and carried me into the house. Cane was in the middle of chasing his sister around the table when we entered; he froze at the sight and watched as Clyde carried me down the hall and towards the bathroom. He sat me down on the counter while he prepared a hot bath. The tub was giant iron clawed foot tub that was larger on one side as to allow more than one person to bathe at the same time. The claws and faucet were brass colored and I simply watched him test the water, add some bath salts and started to strip himself.

I looked away, disgusted at the sight of him covered in my blood; he unfolded the horse blanket and helped me into the tub first before sliding in behind me. When the tub was almost to the point of overflowing he shut the water off. The hot water stung all my open wounds as thought they were being rubbed with salt. He pulled me back to lean against his chest and I didn't fight him; didn't matter how hot the water was, I was still cold. He picked up a washcloth that had been hanging over the side of the tub and began to wash me. His touch was gentle now as he washed the dirt and blood from my body. He started with my hands and arms, working his way down to my back and chest. He tried to soothe me as he washed up the damage he'd done in the barn. I whimpered at the pain but didn't utter a word. I didn't trust myself to say anything anymore.

When we were both clean, he dried and dressed me into an odd pair of underwear and another handmade dress. By the time he finished brushing my hair a bell went off and Clyde smiled.

"Dinner Skye. Let's not have a repeat of lunch?" I shook my head as he led me to the table. The blood was gone; no trace to say it had ever even happened except for the large gauge in the wooden table. When I sat down I winched and stifled a moan, then I noticed I had no silverware, but I didn't care, I wasn't hungry. Christopher's cheek was red and he glared at his plate as though he was trying to set in on fire with his hatred. Georgie was bouncing the baby on his knee and making raspberries on his cheek. The woman all obviously avoided looking at me but it was Mama who stared at me, with a cold steely eyed gaze.

"Time for prayer," she announced, holding out her hand. I held mine out shakily, and she gripped it so tight I was sure she was going to break the bones in my hand. I bit my lower lip and whimpered. Clyde held my other hand and everyone else lowered their heads, except for Mama and i. 

"Dear lord, we want to thank you for the bounty laid before us; for our family, we ask that you bless each and every one at our table and forgive us for our weaknesses," she aimed a look at her son, Clyde met her gaze and looked away guiltily. 

"In lords name we pray, Amen." Everyone around the table repeated Amen and then began to eat. I looked down at the meatloaf and potatoes, I glanced over at Clyde. 

"You will earn your silverware back Skye, until than you can eat with your hands like the children." I pushed the plate away.

"I'm not hungry," I replied.

"You will need your energy for later Skye, we are not putting our wedding off just because you stabbed me."



Taken Ch. 03



If you haven't read the first two chapters, this chapter will not be all that satisfying. For some, even reading all three chapters may not be so. As I have learned, not everyone appreciates what I write. But that's okay. There are those who enjoy it and who are kind enough to contact me to let me know that they do. I do appreciate the feedback that I get; good or bad, it guides me. Please let me know what you think. 



I finished picking up the items that had spilled from my bag. I dug into its depths once again, finally finding my keys. I stood, turned, and opened the door to my truck. I climbed in. I threw my bag on the passenger seat. I started the engine. I didn't think. I just...did. I went through the motions without letting my mind start down the path of self-deprecation, self-loathing, wanting, arousal, need, desire.

"Stop it!"

My own voice startled me. I hadn't meant to say the words aloud, but there they were. I didn't have time to consider what had just happened. And I didn't have time to consider what would happen next. I put the truck in reverse and started back to my office.

The rest of the day was a blur. I sat at my desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as I filled out expense reports and time sheets. I updated my checkbook. I cleaned my office; straightening out things that didn't need to be straightened out. I knew I was just keeping myself busy, but I couldn't stop. If I stopped, I would start to think. If I thought too much, I would surely go insane. I just had to get through the day without thinking. I could think later. Or I could put it all behind me and pretend that it never happened. I didn't have to tell my husband. I didn't have to wonder why I let it happen. I didn't have to consider the consequences. I didn't have to think about wanting it to happen again.

My husband wasn't home when I pulled into the driveway. I had mixed emotions about that. I didn't want to have to face him at the moment, but I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts either. I unloaded my things from the truck and went inside. My lab greeted me at the door, bounding across the dining room and ramming his head into my legs. I smiled and welcomed his intrusion. It was something else to deal with that would keep me from my thoughts. I let him out onto the screen porch and grabbed his leash. We walked out into the yard and I opened the gate, releasing him to go do what dogs do. I sat on the steps, closed my eyes, tilted my head back to feel the sun on my face, and then the floodgates opened.

What kind of a woman allows a man to sexually assault her in public, in broad daylight? What kind of a woman gets off on a man treating her like some kind of slut? What the hell was I thinking? Why didn't I stop him? Why didn't I just walk away as soon he showed up at the river? What was so fucking wrong with me that the thought of him using me like that made me wet? I asked myself these questions over and over again. There weren't any answers. I'd been here before and asked the same questions. And the answers never came.

I thought back to that time long ago when I'd let a stranger touch me for the first time. No, I corrected, I didn't let him. I was a little girl. He molested me. I didn't, "let" him do it. But I didn't stop him. I sat, frozen, scared, silent, as his hand slid up my thigh and then into the hole in my blue jeans. I watched the lake and watched that little red and white bobber on the water as I felt his crooked, wrinkled fingers slide over that place where no one should touch me. I prayed for a fish to take the bait on my hook and flee. It would be a distraction. It would stop what was happening. It would stop him from touching me, from whispering in my ear; that raspy whisper that sounded like dead leaves sliding over asphalt. It would stop what I couldn't.

The tears started then. And I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop them. I had to let this run its course. I had to allow all of those feelings to flow through me until I could put the pieces into place and start to breathe again. What kind of a girl allowed a strange man to touch her that way? I wept, sobbed, let the feelings go, and I let the sun try to burn through my flesh and warm the parts of me that always felt cold.

When I was finally able to breathe again, I stood and went to collect the dog. I brought him into the house and went through the rest of my routine without thinking; a biscuit and a pat on the head, food in his bowl, a treat for the cats, water. I had to take care of things before I could start the process of sorting my thoughts. I'd been here before, and I would probably be here again. But I had to do it, or I would feel those thoughts eating into my brain and damaging everything I had come to grips with over the past few years.

I went to my office and pulled out my tattered journal. And I wrote; every thought, every word that had passed between us, every emotion, every desire, every fear. The words flowed onto the page quickly. I had to put the thoughts down or I might lose myself in them. If I wrote, I would be fine. I could let all of those thoughts flow out of me, pouring out though the ink of my pen, an extension of my hand, my outlet. I didn't know any other way to calm the demons that swarmed my brain. I didn't know any other way to analyze them and try to make sense of the path between then and now. It was crazy, but it worked. When my hand started to cramp and my neck hurt from being bent over my desk, I pushed on. At some point, the door to my office had opened and I had heard him say hello. He'd have taken one look at me, hunched over my desk, writing furiously, and left me in peace. He knew what it meant.

As the last word came to life on the page, I felt myself becoming lighter. I sat up, put down my pen, and sipped my now cold coffee. I rolled my head, feeling the muscles start to loosen in my neck. I took a few deep breaths and felt my mind clearing. I knew it wouldn't last, but for now at least, I could think about what had happened without crying, without losing control of my emotions. I could sit down and have a conversation with my husband and try to work through what I had done in a rational, logical manner. I closed my journal and replaced the large rubber band around its cracked spine, essentially locking away the thoughts that I had put down. I would come back to them after a while, but for now, I needed to focus on something else.

I found him in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher. I stopped him mid-stride and took the plates from his hand. I leaned in and kissed him before turning to put the dishes away. He turned back to the task, knowing that I would talk when I was ready. As I watched him, I was reminded again why I loved him. He wouldn't pry. He would let me have my space and figure things out on my own. He respected my need for that, until it affected our relationship. And then he wouldn't let me forget that he was a part of my life that I couldn't stash away in a journal. He was flesh and blood, and wouldn't just go away. And that's what I needed. I needed him to not go away.

I leaned up against him as he stood at the sink. My arms wrapped around him and I pressed into him from behind. I leaned in closer and slid my tongue over the back of his neck. He shivered, and it made me smile. I loved how he responded to me. He grabbed the towel from the rack and dried his hands before turning around. His lips met mine and he slid his hands down my back. As his tongue slipped between my lips, I felt the heat rise within me. God, I loved this man. I loved the way his love and his need leached into me through his kisses. I loved the way that he touched me. I loved the way that he could make me wet in an instant.

His hand slipped beneath my shirt and my bra. As his thumb and forefinger squeezed my nipple, I moaned into his mouth. His kissed me harder in response. And then his squeeze tightened, and I gasped. He broke the kiss for a second, leaning his head back to study my face. I knew he was concerned, that he worried that he would hurt me. And I knew that at the same time, he wanted the response that that hurt would bring about. Whatever he saw in my face seemed to encourage him. He leaned back in, kissing me harder as he released my nipple and slid his hand down my stomach. As his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my jeans, my thoughts returned to the moment beneath the bridge. I grabbed his hand, stopping his descent. I needed him, but I didn't want those thoughts flooding my brain while he touched me. I pulled him with me as I headed toward the bedroom. 

We were undressed in no time and slipping beneath the covers of the bed. He kissed me again and my body came to life. His hand slipped between my legs and he moaned when he felt the wetness there. I ran my fingers over his cheek as I kissed him harder yet. I was desperate now, and he knew it. His mouth left mine and I reached above my head, grasping the wrought iron of the headboard as I felt his lips clamp down on my nipple. My breaths came in quick bursts, each carrying a word of encouragement as I felt his teeth clamping down on my flesh and his fingers sliding into my sex.

He reared back, taking the covers with him as he rose to his knees and then spread my legs wide. His fingers thrust in and out of me as he made a space for himself between them. He reached for my breast, his finger and thumb pinching my nipple hard, causing me to gasp. He didn't care this time. He didn't stop to weigh the consequences of hurting me. He drove me further into my need. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled down at me. He wouldn't stop until I was satisfied. And then he wouldn't stop until I begged him to. I watched as he leaned over me, as he concentrated on my face, watching my reaction as he drove me to the brink.

"Harder. Please." I begged.

He responded, thrusting his fingers into me harder yet, his knuckles hitting my flesh and driving it into bone. His grip tightened on my nipple and it took my breath away. I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw against the pain, feeling it flow through my body and drown itself in the pleasure that rose higher and higher with each thrust of his fingers. I thrust my hips upward, meeting each of those thrusts, desperate for more. And just as I found his rhythm, he withdrew his fingers and denied me of their pleasure. I looked up at him, a pitiful sound escaping my chest that gave sound to my need and frustration. And then his hand came down hard on my sex, the wet sound of the slap nearly drowned out by the sharp cry that burst from my throat.

"Fuck. Yes. Oh, yes." I hurled the words at him, begging him for more.

He looked down at me, smiling that smile that made me love him, made me need him, made me just a little bit humiliated by my own need. And then he brought his hand down again, watching my eyes as I sucked in a breath as if the air could quell the pain that flashed over my nerves, as if I could breathe in more even as it did so. He thrust his fingers back into me, hard, wet, driving, pushing me over the edge as I arched my back into him, feeling my body jerk and shake as wave after wave of pleasure took me. 

My body collapsed onto the bed, spent, wasted, sated. But it wasn't over yet. It was his turn. He rolled me over onto my stomach and pulled my hips back until I was on my knees. I was still trying to catch my breath as he settled in behind me and placed his cock at the opening of my sex. I pushed back hard, wanting him inside me, my need overcoming my exhaustion. He wasted no time finding his pace. He drove into me hard and fast, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushed my body into position. My breasts flattened against the mattress as I raised my ass higher and spread my legs painfully wide to give him access. 

I felt him slide his hand along my spine, the touch reaching higher and higher until his fingers stretched into my hair and wrapped themselves up in me. He pulled, raising my head back and arching my body until it would arch no more. Every muscle was taut, every nerve sung out, and I was right where I needed to be. The words escaped my mouth with each breath as I panted. I begged for more, I begged him not to stop. I begged, and it brought me closer to the edge of the precipice that I felt every time we were together. And then I was lost; falling, weightless, driving him onward until he caught me in his need and brought me back with a final deep thrust of his hips.

He collapsed onto me, my weight taking his as we lay together, panting, spent, and sweating. I closed my eyes, feeling his hands cover mine, his fingers finding the spaces between my fingers and trapping me in his embrace. Nothing in the world could ever feel as good as having the man who loved you wrap you up tightly in his arms and make you feel safe, needed, loved. So why was there such a vast empty space in the corner of my mind that screamed out for more? And why couldn't I make it stop taunting me with glimpses of my mysterious stranger's eyes? Why did the mere thought of him cause my breath to catch and my abdomen to clench? 

I felt his weight shift as he rolled from atop me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. I turned to him and found him watching me. I loved the look of content in his eyes, but wished that it wasn't dampened by a look of concern as well. I smiled at him, just to reassure him that it was okay. I ran the tip of my finger down his cheek, needing to touch him, to feel him, to let him know that I was there with him and not somewhere else. I leaned in and kissed him gently, the tip of my tongue sliding over his lips, tasting him. I pulled back and smiled at him, knowing that it was time to talk now.

"I love you with all of my heart and soul." I whispered.

"I love you with all my heart and soul too, baby." He responded.

I rolled onto my back and found his hand, clasping it tightly in mine. I snuggled closer, and pressed my arm against his. I slipped my leg over his. I needed to feel him close. I needed him to be my anchor as I let the words come out, lest I drift off on the wave of emotions that I could feel swelling inside me.

"I need to talk to you about today."

We talked. Or at least I talked, and he listened, responding every so often with a noise to let me know that I had his attention. As the words flowed out of my mouth, I watched his face for the reaction that I knew was coming. I spoke, quickly, honestly, hurriedly even, trying to get it all out before I lost my nerve. And when it finally came, it was apparent in his eyes. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't shocked or surprised even. He was angry, but not for the reason that one might guess. He was angry because I had put myself in a dangerous situation. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, it was with a clenched jaw.

"How could you put yourself in danger like that?" He asked, taking my hands in his.

I didn't know how to answer. I wish that I could take responsibility for my actions enough that I could promise him that I was safe at all times. But really, I knew better. I knew that I was compelled to follow that stranger under the bridge. I knew that I was compelled to let him touch me. I knew that I was compelled to respond to him the way that magnets are drawn to one another. I simply couldn't help myself. It was stupid. It was careless. It was spontaneous. But it was also necessary.

It took time to explain all of this to my husband again. He had heard it before, but he never really knew what it meant. Yes, I was accountable. Yes, at some point, I was probably able to walk away. But I chose not to take that out. I needed to be there. I needed everything that this man promised with his look, his touch, and his words. I knew what he was and he knew what I was. And sometimes things simply had to happen. I used all of those words, those justifications, those reasons. But when all was said and done, it came down to need. I needed what happened today. I needed it like I need air to breathe and water to drink. And I needed more.

By the time we had finished talking, I was worked up all over again. And he knew it of course. He also knew that this was different. He knew that I was thinking of my stranger, of him using me, of what had happened, of how I had cum so hard when he made me beg for it. Begging. How could something so humiliating be so arousing? How could asking to be used be such an aphrodisiac? How could I expect my husband to understand what confounded even me at times?

He had me on my back as soon as he saw the look in my eyes. His hands were on my breasts, his mouth took mine. I felt myself responding to my own need as though I might actually be able to sate it. He slid one hand lower and cupped my sex, digging into my flesh as he looked down at me.

"You're such a good little bitch." He whispered.

He drove his fingers into me, thrusting hard and deep, just the way he knew I liked it.

"You want it. You want his big, hard cock inside you. You want him to fuck you, use you. You want to be his good little bitch, don't you?"

I felt myself slipping away as his words reached my ears. I felt his fingers inside me, driving me to the edge as he held me fast against my truck door. I felt myself shrinking, no longer the strong woman that my husband knew and loved, but the small, needy girl that begged to be touched, to be used, to be allowed to cum. I heard my husband's words, but I wasn't in my bedroom any longer. I was with my stranger; feeling his touch, my husband's hand a proxy, hearing his words, telling me to beg, feeling his mouth on mine, and making me want. I was lost between reality and fantasy and I didn't know how to differentiate between the two.

"You're going to go back, aren't you?" My husband asked as he drove into me, forcing me to admit my need and feeding it with his words and his hands.

"Yes." 

My voice sounded small as it reached my own ears. And when it did, when I admitted my need, I felt my body explode in a wave of pleasure so intense that it took my breath away. I came hard, squeezing my thighs together and trapping my husband's hand between them. He leaned in and kiss me hard, devouring my mouth with his, forcing his tongue into my mouth, bringing me back, reminding me how much he loved me. Letting me know that I was safe.

As I lay in bed that night, listening to the sound of my husband's slow, deep breaths, I wondered if I would see my mysterious stranger again. I wondered if I wanted to. I wondered if my husband's attempts to give me what I needed were enough to satisfy me. I knew he couldn't bring himself to hurt me more than he had today. I knew that even what he had given me was bordering on too much for him to handle. And there was something else missing. I knew what I was doing when I was with my husband. I knew that really, all it amounted to was topping from the bottom. I had read about it. I had discussed it with people on-line in the chat rooms that I frequented. And I knew that even though it scratched an itch, so to speak, that it didn't sate the need that I felt to be used, controlled, and dominated. For that to happen, I needed my mysterious stranger. To quench that hunger, I didn't need the pleasure that was given to me out of love. I needed pleasure taken from me.



Taken Ch. 04



This story is a complete work of fiction, and all character references have only coincidental similarity with any real person either living or dead. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

Reader's note: References to the earlier 'experiences' of Debbie and Emma can be found in the series 'Capture in the Woods' published on Literotica.

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Chapter 4: Bewildered

Debbie remained tied to the chair. Her arms and legs were beginning to ache. Natalie had been gone for some time now, although how long Debbie could not actually say. Her mind was in a state of chaotic confusion. Would her friend be okay? Would Natalie really be whipped? How did these men, whoever they were, know that the girls were even in Slovenia, not to mention in a specific car on a specific road at a specific time? What did they want from her? Convinced that she knew nothing of importance Debbie would tell them anything -- if only they would give her a chance.

She glanced up, looked at the one man left with her and took particular notice of how he was eyeing her up and down.

"You've got your nipple pierced!" he stated somewhat directly having seen the outline of the small ring through Debbie's tight, white T-shirt.

"I want to look."

"No, please leave me alone," Debbie panicked as he advanced towards her.

Kneeling before her so that his face was just inches from hers he spoke. His breath warmed her open lips. 

"Scared?"

'Yes?' she whispered breathlessly, recognizing his taunting tone, and feeling fear rise in her stomach even more strongly at the hint of threat. He leaned forward to kiss the English girl but she turned her head away. 

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked looking straight at her and with an excited curiosity in his voice.

Debbie jerked her gaze away from the man's impaling cold eyes. 

He knew the answer, he knew that she was afraid, he could see it. He expected it. He moved closer still to his captive taking her chin firmly in his wide hand, pressing upward, until she had no choice but to look at him. 

"Shall I fuck you, bitch?"

His mind had now moved on from simply looking at her nipple ring.

Debbie's eyes widened at the stark, very explicit, question as a trembling fear coursed through her stomach. He was going to rape her and she had no hope of winning against his strength, especially in her current constricted position.

Debbie was petrified, yet she would not let him know that as she stared up at him defiantly. 

"Rape me if you want, you bastard!"

Shit why had she said that! The man smiled in response.

"You are beautiful," he uttered, swiping a broad hand across his large mouth wiping away the moistness that had appeared on his lips.

He was standing now to the side of her. Debbie saw that he held a wide leather strap that dangled to the floor. Debbie, although still fully clothed clenched her eyes and tensed in terrified anticipation of the lash she knew was coming.

But he did not whip her. Instead he just smiled. I can't hurt you, unfortunately." He spat out the final word.

"I hate you!" she cried, not knowing what else to say or to do as the man just stood staring down at her beautiful captive body.

"What are you going to do to me?" She could stand it no longer.

"Like I said, I can't hurt you but I can fuck you."

"Where's Natalie, what's happening to her?"

"Don't worry about your friend my sweet she is being well looked after!"

Bending down he reached out and once more held her chin in his hands examining her beauty in preparation for the planned ravishment of her body. He stood up and, with his groin only a short distance from Debbie's face, he began to stroke his ever hardening cock. Debbie looked away.

"Look at me bitch, or else I will make it worse for you."

Reluctantly Debbie turned to face her would be assailant once more. She watched as he purposefully ran hardened fingers the full length of his erect shaft which was now clearly outlined underneath his faded jeans.

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Don Michael moved away from his young lover. Natalie was pleased, and very relieved, to see him and assumed now that she would be safe from any further humiliation at the hands of Stef -- the bastard. But there was still one thing troubling her.

"Michael, Stef told Debbie that you were going to whip me. If we need to keep me in her confidence until we get what we want how will we do that?"

"Well Natalie the easiest and most convincing way would be for me to actually whip you."

"What!"

"Well as you say we can't screw up the plan now."

"But, Michael, it's me, Natalie," she moved closer to him and touched his chest, "your lover, your girlfriend."

He moved away leaving her isolated once more.

"Listen, I have to go away for a few days with Nadia."

Natalie grimaced at the mention of Michael's wife.

"And so it will be left in the hands of Stef as to how he handles the situation. But if I find that you have been responsible for messing up a plan that could be worth millions you will beg to be whipped as a relief from what I will otherwise be doing to you! Understand?"

As the door opened and Stef appeared Natalie nodded, now very scared again.

"She's all yours Stef. Make sure the plan works well as I am looking forward to re-acquainting myself with Debbie when I return."

Don Michael left the room.

Natalie turned to face Stef.

"Please Stefan," she begged, don't hurt me.

"I have wanted you like this for so long my little honey slut." He smiled and approached her.

Stef placed a blindfold over Natalie's eyes, and, standing behind the girl, he spoke again. 

"Raise your hands up straight and high into the air, and spread your legs so I can have a better look at your cunt." 

Scared, Natalie obeyed, but now she was visibly trembling from both apprehension and the shame of having to display herself in such a flagrant manner to her lover's henchman. Nervously, she licked her lips, wondering what he was going to do with her. 

When her hands were raised high, and the blindfold in place, she suddenly felt Stef's hands touching her with a lover's caress, massaging her shoulders and then softly fondling her aching breasts, kneading them intimately. 

"Your tits feel so good little whore, do you like what I'm doing to you?" 

Natalie, not quite sure of what to say, nodded 'yes', and in a way, she was sincere. Being fondled was far better than being beaten. 

"Of course you do," Stef said, "and I want you to feel good. You understand that, don't you?" 

The naked teenager nodded again, and just as she did, Stefan brought a cane down on her exposed bottom, but he didn't do it hard. Instead, he flicked it gently, almost lovingly.

"Tell me how old you are."

Natalie looked nervously at the man who now held her fate in his hands. She was aware that he already knew the answer to his question but it scared her that he wanted to hear her say it.

"Nineteen."

"Beautiful, "he salivated.

Stef moved one of his hands to the exposed mound between Natalie's legs, feeling, stimulating, and causing Natalie to emit a soft moan of desire. 

"You see, slut," Stef continued, still gently caning Natalie's bottom "being punished doesn't have to be all suffering. It can be quite enjoyable if done right." 

Stefan's finger penetrated Natalie's gaping slit, and began manipulating her clitoris. The girl started to rotate her buttocks in a tight circle, her moans growing louder as she was overwhelmed by what he was doing to her. 

Then the pangs of orgasm began to build deep within her, getting ready to explode, and Stef sensed what was about to happen. Natalie was losing control and it didn't matter anymore if she was debasing herself in front of this bastard. 

"Do you want to come whore!"

Natalie nodded.

"Well ask me to beat you hard and I will let you."

She truly didn't want his cane to come down any harder on her flesh, but she felt a compulsion to ask for it nonetheless.

"Yes, that's what I want," she gasped. "Beat me hard oh so very harrrdddddddddddd!" 

Then the cane burned into her, searing the tender flesh of her legs, her back and her bottom, and orgasms in profusion began erupting through her loins, causing Natalie to cry out in both pleasure and pain. 

******

The door handle creaked with implicit malice as the noise stirred Debbie. Despite the threats made to her she had been left alone, untouched, and had allowed herself to doze fitfully. Now she was awake and she watched horrified as the door space was filled with the body of her friend. Natalie was pushed into the room followed by two of their captors.

Naked, the Slovenian girl stumbled and was left sprawled on the cold, concrete floor. Debbie cried out when she saw the red marks adorning the whole of Natalie's body.

"Oh, Natalie...."

"Why?" she questioned the men, "what is it that you want?"

"Come Gregor, let us leave our little sluts to themselves for a short while."

"Untie me please ..... Please!" Debbie shouted after the men but, of course, to no avail.

"Oh Natalie, what did they do to you?"

Natalie kept her head down and Debbie could tell from the tears dripping onto the floor that she had been hurt, and that made her feel very scared.

Slowly and with some apparent difficulty Natalie lifted herself and sat facing Debbie. The English girl smiled as best she could.

"D...d...do you think that they want us for sex ...... as prostitutes or something?"

It took poor Natalie a while to answer but finally she spoke.

"No, Debbie, it's something more serious than that but I do not know what it is. They ask me nothing. They just beat me!"

Debbie was taken aback. "Is that all they did?"

Again Natalie looked down. "No!"

After a pause she spoke again.

"And ..." Her sobbing became more intense.

"And what?" Debbie questioned. Natalie slowly looked up at her friend.

"And ...... if you don't do what they are about to ask then they will do worse things to me next time!"

Debbie was confused. "But what do I know, what can I tell them ...."

"I...I...do not know, but you must help them, you must help me...please!"

******

Emma skipped down the stairs. It was Friday morning and she liked Friday mornings. The bank allowed their staff to dress down and the whole day seemed more relaxed as the weekend approached. 

She was showered and dressed and, as the bottom step was reached, she found herself thinking of her friend. Debbie would be holidaying with her new housemate now, she thought with just a hint of jealousy. Still, she hoped that Debbie was having a good time.

Emma picked up her mail and took it into the living room. Often she would drop it on the table and then leave it until she returned in the evening but today she seemed to have more time.

Looking at the few pieces of correspondence Emma noticed a letter with a Slovenian postmark. The mark registered in her mind as the country where Debbie was on holiday and so Emma's slender fingers slit the envelope anticipating a post card or short letter telling of the great time she was having. Emma eagerly removed the contents of the packet and almost dropped it to the ground when she saw what was facing her. 

Pictures of her friend bound and looking very frightened, and ...

"Oh fuck ..." Emma exclaimed to herself.

There facing her were extremely disturbing images of a girl, whom she presumed to be Debbie's friend, also bound, but she was naked and covered in red marks. Fleetingly Emma's own past reared in her mind before she once again focused on the package in her hand. Shuffling the explicit pictures away from her view she saw that the envelope also contained a page of writing. 

Emma focused her eyes to concentrate on what it said. Then her face went white with shock. She sank to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks.

******

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. 

Chapter 5 will be published in the near future. Feedback is very much appreciated and don't forget to vote. Regards, Sfor.  



Taken Ch. 04



Okay guys here's chapter four, hope you enjoy it. Once again thanks to Angelicsounds for doing such a wonderful job. As always feedback is much appreciated.

JAMMANN 

Alicia looked up from the magazine she was reading at the sound of the lock turning, expecting to see Kristen or Anita, but her face quickly fell at the sight of Gabriel.

Immediately, her body went on high alert. Ugh, she hated the sight of him, from his wavy dark hair to those gorgeous blue eyes, all the way down to his damn feet. And even worse, she hated how her body reacted whenever she saw him. Even when he wasn't around, she felt a pull towards him that she didn't understand. She supposed one would call it physical attraction, but this was something else. It was a need that manifested into something greater with the passing of each day. What was going on with her? Alicia might have been a virgin, but even she knew her reaction to Gabriel wasn't a normal one. Every day, the sensations became even stronger, almost to the point of pain. She felt like she was going crazy. If she didn't know any better, she would think she was having a psychotic episode.

Could he be drugging her? Maybe he was poisoning the food? Whatever it was, she definitely wasn't ready to be alone with him again and he knew it. Turning her back on him, she tried to feign interest in the magazine she was supposedly reading. Damn her shaking hands.

Mustering up as much attitude as she could, she spoke, "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were letting me adjust to the situation?" With a brief pause, as if she were in thought, she continued, "Oh no, I remember now. I was supposed to come running to you, right?"

She bit the bottom of her lip. Did she really just say that? Here was a man who could possibly murder her and no one would blink an eye. Why the hell was she being a smart ass?

Gabriel just stood there in the doorway, staring at her intensely and looking highly pissed. Thinking she must have pushed the wrong button, Alicia wisely kept quiet.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath to calm herself, yet as soon as she did, she began to feel the tingling sensation spreading throughout her body. But instead of the usual slow and steady creep, this time, it was like a wildfire that was out of control. Her eyes snapped open. Oh no. She had to get him out of there and quick.

She turned, expecting to see Gabriel still standing by the door, instead he was behind her chair, staring down at her. Alicia looked over her shoulder, waiting for him to say something. Seconds ticked on and he said nothing, he just stood there looking at her. For a moment, Alicia was afraid of what he might do. Nervously, she lifted her hand to her chest as if the action would calm her racing heart.

Deciding to chance it, she asked, "What the hell do you want?"

Placing both hands on the chair where she sat, Gabriel bent down to whisper in her ear, "You know, Alicia, I have been very patient these last couple of days. I allowed you your space while trying to give you an opportunity to get to know me. Yet each time, you denied me."

He paused and leaned in so close that if she moved her head an inch, his lips would be touching her ear. Just the thought made her shiver. "It's become quite clear that you're too frightened to come out of your room and face me; which I can understand, since you aren't used to being in the presence of a man such as myself. But, I can't allow you to sit up here and hide in your room any longer."

The man was trying to bait her deliberately, just to see her get all riled up, and she likely would have, but he was so close, too damn close. Beads of sweat formed on her brow. It felt like someone had turned the heat on and she was about to suffocate. Alicia couldn't think, couldn't move. She swallowed once, then again as she tried to summon up something clever to say, but nothing came to mind.

Knowing she was flabbergasted, Gabriel continued. "I want you, Alicia, and I know you feel the same way. Why deny ourselves what we both need? I know you feel it. Hell, I can hear you at night, calling out to me. I tried to be strong, but I want you so bad, I have to have you."

He continued, whispering his desires, his wants and needs, telling her how good it could be if only she let him. His words were like a smooth melody, caressing her and easing her worries away. She was so lost in his voice that she hadn't realized that his hands had slipped down her shirt until he squeezed her breasts, causing her to cry out.

She was so hot right then, she couldn't stand it. The magazine had long ago dropped to the floor as she sat with her hands clutching the armrests of the chair. As much as she wanted to tell him to stop, to leave her alone, she couldn't. Her mind and body were too far-gone to tell him no.

"I can't deny us any longer. I won't," he stated before he kissed her.

Alicia moaned, taking pleasure in the kiss, the way his tongue battled her own, his taste. Everything about Gabriel felt so right, the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, and she couldn't get enough of this man.

Finding the strength, she tore herself away from him and forcing herself to get up from the chair. Alicia stumbled over the furniture as she made her way across the room. "Gabriel ... Gabriel... please."

She held her hand up to stop him from coming closer. Her emotions were so out of control that she started to cry.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I should hate you, but for some reason I don't and the more I try to fight, the harder it is. It's like I...I ..." she broke off, unable to finish.

"It's like you need me?"

Alicia nodded. She had almost said 'love,' but 'need' would do for now.

"When you're away from me, you feel like you're going crazy?" he asked, inching his way towards her.

"What are you doing me?"

He stood directly in front of her. "The same thing you do to me."

Taking her hand, he placed it over his heart. "Everything about you drives me crazy, Alicia. I can't stand being away from you, especially when I know, deep down, you feel it too." Wiping the tears from her cheeks, he murmured, "I never needed anyone or anything as much as I need you right now. Tell me you want me, Alicia."

"I..." She hesitated. Alicia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe it was the stress, maybe she was tired or maybe she was just plain crazy, but whatever it was, she couldn't fight it anymore. She was willing to give in, at least for the moment.

Looking up, she said, "I do...I want you, Gabriel."

Gabriel could have sworn his heart stopped when she uttered those words. It was what he'd been waiting for since Garrison had introduced them. An indescribable feeling came over him as he looked into her beautiful brown eyes. He knew it had taken a lot for her to admit that she wanted him and he would make sure she never regretted it. Knowing she was a virgin, he vowed to take things slow, even if it killed him. Tonight would be a first for both of them.

Taking her hand, he walked her over to the foot of her bed. Succumbing to the need to touch her, he slid his hands under her shirt, stroking her smooth skin. Grabbing her shirt, he lifted it over her head and next went her pants.

Gabriel took in the beautiful sight before him, creamy brown skin, high round breasts encased in a white bra with matching panties. In an attempt to distract her from her shyness, he kissed her softly on the lips, then on the cheek, trailing down to her neck, all while removing her bra. Scooping her up, he laid her down on the bed and began to undress himself, never taking his eyes off of her.

Alicia drank in Gabriel. Unsure of what to do, she just laid there as she watched him rip off his clothes, literally. As much as she wanted Gabriel, she was scared out of her mind. Gabriel had the body of a Greek god, tight and sculpted in all the right places. The man was beautiful and he wanted her.

Alicia began to doubt herself. What if she wasn't what he expected, or worse, what if she was terrible in bed? After all, she had never gotten this far with the opposite sex before. And even though she didn't consider herself ugly, she couldn't help but wonder what Gabriel saw when he looked at her and if he was pleased with what he saw. That thought alone scared her more than she wanted to admit.

Taking her eyes off his chest, she followed his movements as he removed his boxer briefs. She gasped. Oh hell no.

Alicia figured he was big, but seeing it and feeling it were two different things. Not only was he thick as hell, but he was long too. Maybe this was a mistake. She'd never been into the whole 'the bigger, the better' thing. In fact, she had always thought six inches was big and Gabriel was nowhere near that. Alicia had heard girls on campus gossiping about being with guys who were so 'hung' that after sex, they couldn't walk straight for days. The idea of that had always made her grimace. Ooh, he is not about to have my ass walking with a limp.

Gabriel chucked, as if reading her thoughts. "Trust me, love, you have nothing to worry about."

Alicia groaned, closing her eyes in embarrassment at being caught staring at his package. She could only imagine what her face must have looked like. Unfortunately for her, she was one of those people whose feelings showed as clear as day on her face.

"Alicia, look at me."

She opened her eyes as Gabriel hovered over her. "Trust me when I say you have nothing to be embarrassed about," he said, kissing her softly on the lips before moving slowly downward.

"Don't you know I love everything about you, baby?" he questioned as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while caressing the other one with his fingers.

Alicia gasped at the sensations he created as he alternated from one nipple to the other. Sucking, nibbling, licking, biting, it was all so new and felt so good. She had no idea she was so sensitive there, but the more he feasted on her breasts, the wetter she became and the warm sensation she felt became stronger. It was like her body was being consumed by fire, yet it wasn't painful. In fact, she reveled in it, no longer able to fight her growing desires, she allowed Gabriel to give her what she needed.

"Oh my... God," Alicia called out as she experienced her first real orgasm.

When she was able to focus, she saw Gabriel, who was smiling wickedly at her. "Oh baby, look at you. You look so beautiful when you cum."

Grabbing her legs, he spread them even further apart, licking his lips as if he'd spotted something tasty. He dipped his head, blowing on her clit and causing her to shudder. Alicia was so out of it that she didn't even realize he had taken her panties off. That thought quickly flew out the window as soon as she felt the first swipe of Gabriel's tongue, making her cry out.

Alicia blabbered incoherently as Gabriel continued to push her toward the edge, thrusting his tongue inside of her as deep as it would go. And when he curled it up while inside of her...Jesus!

"Oh shit, Gabriel, please," she called out, not even sure what she was asking for, but whatever it was, she was sure he'd give it to her.

Clutching his head in an attempt to push him off soon turned into her trying to shove him deeper inside. Hell, at the rate he was going, she'd be dead before the night was over with.

Gabriel couldn't believe how hard his cock was right then. He couldn't recall if he'd ever been that hard before. Alicia was everything he knew she would be and more. The way she responded to him, her touches, hell, even the way she moaned drove him out of his mind. Never before had he wanted to please a woman so much. Sure he always made sure the woman got off, but with Alicia, he wanted her screaming, out of her mind with need.

"Gabe! I..." Alicia screamed throwing her head from side to side.

He slurped, licking up all her juices. He just couldn't get enough of her, she was sweet and spicy and all his. When she called him Gabe, he felt an unexplainable emotion. He always hated being called Gabe, but when she said it, it felt right.

Needing to feel her, he slid one finger inside of her moist center. Damn, she was so tight that he wondered if she would be able to take all of him. As slowly as he could manage, he worked his thick finger inside of her while sucking on her clit, making sure to get her nice and wet before adding a second finger. His mate was so hot, pushing back onto his fingers. Gabriel smiled as he toyed with her sex, hitting all the right spots, taking her to the edge only to bring her back repeatedly, until he finally drove her over.

"Umm, baby, you taste so good," Gabriel said as he crawled on top of her, placing soft kisses along the way, until they were face to face.

Alicia was so consumed with lust that she kissed Gabriel fiercely, loving the taste of her on his lips. At that point, she was too far-gone to think of the consequences of her actions. Tonight, she would take what she needed.

"Please, I need ..." was all she got out before Gabriel thrust in to the hilt, causing her to cry out. Oh shit.

Even with being wet from the multiple orgasms she had, it still hurt like hell. In her state of arousal, she had forgotten just how long and thick Gabriel was. In a panic, she tried to push him off, but he wasn't budging. Just as she was about to say something, he withdrew and then thrust back into her, grinding in his pelvis into hers and it felt good.

Grabbing her legs, he stretched them as far apart as they would go while he pounded into her. The pleasure mixed with pain and it felt so good, she couldn't get enough. Alicia arched her back as she experienced yet another orgasm, screaming as he continued to take her even harder than before. She should have been scared as he tore into her over and over like a man possessed, but she loved it, all of it.

Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he grabbed her roughly, flipping her over onto her stomach and hiking her ass in the air at the same time. Before she could get grip on the sheets, he slammed into her.

"Gabriel!" she yelled.

She couldn't move, she could only lie there and take it. He was hitting all the right spots, going deeper and deeper. She grunted, loving the feel of his chest against her back, him stretching her to the limit. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with feelings of love, pleasure, pain, longing, and loss, but most importantly, there was a need for him. She needed him.

"Please, Gabriel, give it to me."

Gabriel growled. She could hear him saying something that sounded like, 'Mine,' in a gruff voice. Something about the way he said it struck something primal within her.

"Take me, make me yours," she cried out, begging him. To do what, she didn't know.

There was a loud roar as he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, and sinking his teeth into her shoulder, causing her to scream again as her orgasm ripped though her.

She fell forward, flat on the bed, unable to move as her sheath contracted wildly, milking him. Gabriel thrust once more, filling her to the hilt as he came. Just when she thought he was done, she felt it. It seemed like he was getting bigger, if that was possible. She could feel something inside of her, like a knot, yet instead of questioning it, she reveled in the pleasure it brought. Her heart rate sped up and she chanted Gabriel's name over and over until the pleasure became too much and everything faded to black.

***

"Gabriel, I mean, Mr. Kirkland, you startled me," she said grabbing her chest.

Gabriel grinned, showing off perfectly even white teeth. Where she was from, most men were missing a few. Nope, none of the men in her small town measured up to Gabriel Kirkland, for he was in a class of his own. She remembered the first time she saw him, over a month ago, when he and a couple of other men were checking into the Inn where she worked as a cleaner. She had never seen a man so handsome. Clearly they had money and she wondered why they would be staying with the Tate family, let alone in their small town. But having chores to tend to, she paid him no mind and went about her business, clearly unaware that she had caught his eye.

"Now, Adele, how many times have I told you to call me Gabriel?"

She wrung her hands nervously, which was becoming a habit around him when they weren't alone. How dare he play with her! What if Mrs. Tate saw him talking to the help? She could lose her job and the woman barely paid her as it was. She gave him a look that let him know she was not amused.

"Umm... It just wouldn't be right, sir, not with me working and all."

Turning around, she started dusting, or at least tried to.

He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "It's just me and you, Addy. Nobody else but us."

Adele sighed in relief as she leaned into his embrace, wondering how she had gotten herself into this situation, falling in love with a white man. Before him, she wouldn't have thought it possible to fall in love in such a short amount of time, much less with someone who was her total opposite. But, as usual, Gabe proved her wrong.

Adele smiled. He had said that only she could call him Gabe and get away with it. When she asked him why, he said, "Because you're the only one who makes me feel lighted-hearted and carefree, like a Gabe."

After their first encounter, Gabriel went out of his way to be around her, always calling for service and making sure that she was the one who served him. At first, she was a bit wary of him and made sure to keep her distance. After all, what would a white man, a wealthy one at that, want with a colored girl beside the obvious? Yet he continued to draw her into conversation, making her laugh, and he never asked her for anything.

She knew running around with Gabriel could mean a lot of trouble for her, and him, if anybody found out, but she just couldn't help it. Gabriel was the only person besides her Grandma that made her feel wanted. It was sad really, she had lived in the town her whole life and a man she had just met treated her better than the people she grew up with, all because of their holier-than-thou attitude.

"Gabe, you don't understand. If anyone found out about us, we could get into a lot of trouble. People already treat me differently because of my Grandmother, if they found out I was messing with you..." She shook her head to stop the tears that were threatening to escape. "I don't want to be an outcast any more than I already am."

Lifting her chin, he gave her a kiss on the lips. She knew she should turn away, but she couldn't. "Adele, baby, believe in me when I say you could never be an outcast."

When she said nothing, he continued, "Adele, I'm leaving in two days and I want you to come with me."

She gasped in shock. "I can't."

They had talked about this before, but now that the time had come for him to leave, reality was setting in. This was what she was trying to avoid.

His eyes narrowed. "Why not?" he asked.

"Gabriel...no matter where we go, no one will accept us. Besides, it's not like we can run off and get married. They'd throw us in jail, that is, if they didn't kill us first."

Gabriel had told her he would kill before he let any harm come to her, and the way his blue eyes turned dangerously dark, she believed him.

"I told you, where I'm from, none of that matters, and believe me when I say, you would never be made to feel less than you are," he paused taking a deep breath, "Just meet me tonight at our spot and I promise I'll explain everything."

Turning away from Gabriel, she expressed her fears. "This is crazy. Do you really expect me to believe that we can just go on like a normal couple? Besides, what will the people you do business with say when they find out you messin' wit' a colored girl."




Taken Ch. 04



Adele wasn't stupid, she noticed the way the men Gabriel came to town with looked at her. She knew that look all too well and it said she didn't belong.

Gabriel growled in frustration. "I told you, Adele, none of that matters. Don't you trust me?"

Adele bit her lip. She loved Gabriel, she really did, but he could never understand what it was like growing up in the Deep South being colored. Even worse was having a grandmother who practiced what the good Christian folks of Jasper County termed 'Black Magic'. Funny though, those same people who shunned her in public were the same ones who sought out Mama Lucy for her services.

She wanted to believe in the fairy tale, that they could go and live happily ever after, but it just wasn't possible. Her Gran had even said so. Turning around to face him, she placed her hand on his chest. Gabriel wanted her complete trust and up until a couple of days ago, he had it. Before she had been too afraid to ask, but if she was going to consider risking everything for him, she needed to know the truth. Looking up she asked softly, "What are you, Gabriel?"

His face paled. "What did you say?"

She lowered her eyes. "My grandma told me to stay away from you, that you...you weren't natural...What are you, Gabriel?"



***

"What are you, Gabriel?"

Gabriel sat up to look at Alicia. He had been holding her while she slept, when he heard her mumble something, and then she said it again. He could tell by her breathing that she was still asleep, but what the hell could she be dreaming about to make her ask such a question? He glanced at the mark on her shoulder. Was it possible she knew? He was sure she hadn't seen him when he bit her shoulder, if she had, he could only imagine her reaction at seeing him in his half-beast form. How she didn't notice it was beyond him, but then again she was out of her mind with pleasure. Yet, she had called to him, begged him to take her, which shocked him. It was the way she had said it, as if she knew what he was going to do.

He closed his eyes, his beast was sated but his mind was restless. Once again, he lost control and ended up doing things ass backward. First, the kidnapping, now mating with her before explaining what the hell he was to her. He was really starting to question his sanity when it came to Alicia. Whatever it was, it was too late to change what was done; he would just have to explain everything to her in the morning.

Leaning back onto his pillow, he thought about the mark, remembering what he felt the exact moment he bit her. Granted, he had never been mated before so he didn't know everything that came along with the process, and he supposed the experience was different with each couple, but in all his years, he never heard of anyone feeling what he felt after being mated. Dread.

When he first marked Alicia, he could identify all the feelings one would associate with being mated, love, happiness, joy, but just as those emotions hit, he was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of loss. It was an unspeakable pain that felt so real, almost as if he was dying. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, all he could do was feel the pain, the sadness, and the loneliness. It felt so real that he almost shed tears. Was this a sign of what was to come? Did his brother not warn him about taking a human as a mate? His chest tightened and his hands balled into fists at the thought of losing her. He couldn't lose her.

****

Alicia groaned, feeling stiff, her body felt like she had a serious workout. She tried to turn to get in a comfortable position, but something was weighing her down. Opening her eyes, she craned her neck to see what the hell was on her and damn near had a stroke at the sight of Gabriel's sleeping face. She told herself not to panic, but it was getting harder not to do just that as the memories of what she'd done came flooding back.

How could she? She was a virgin and instead of giving her virginity to someone she loved, she'd given it to Gabriel, a man she knew nothing about aside from the fact that he was crazy possessive. Alicia had told herself she would not give in, no matter what, and what did she do? Not only did she give in, but she had to go and beg for it, and worse, she loved every minute of it. What the hell did that say about her as a person? She should have fought, she should've... Alicia felt herself starting to choke up. She was literally losing her mind, nothing made sense anymore. She couldn't explain it, but something had changed within her when she slept with Gabriel. The emotions that flooded her, from love and pain to heartache, it was all too much to take, and then there was the dream.

It was like she was watching a scene play out. She could see Gabriel clearly, but something was different about him. He looked a little younger and the way he was dressed was funny, like something from the nineteen twenties or thirties. The girl, on the other hand, Alicia had been unable to make her out. It was obvious they were lovers from their body language. At one point during their conversation, it occurred to Alicia that Gabriel was in love with this Adele person. He wanted this woman to come away with him, and as much as she hated to admit it, it made her angry to see Gabriel so loving and comforting to another woman. It was clear he wanted Adele, so why was she here? Alicia closed her eyes at her ludicrous thoughts. After all, it was just a dream, a figment of her imagination, and the fact that she was jealous over a dream was all the more reason for her to get the hell out of there.

More determined than ever, she carefully extracted herself from Gabriel, with him asleep, she'd able to sneak out of room and maybe find someone to help her. At one point, he must have felt her move because he pulled her closer to him, tightening his hold around her waist. Alicia waited several minutes, making sure he had fallen back into a deep sleep. Slowly, she inched out of the bed, breathing a sigh of relief that he was still asleep. Grabbing her shirt, she quickly threw it over her head, then all she had to do was find her pants and shoes and she was out of there.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Alicia froze in mid-step at the sound of his voice, before turning to face Gabriel. Her instincts said run, but she already knew how that would go. "Um, I was headed to the restroom. Or is that not allowed?"

Gabriel sat up, throwing the cover back. The man had no shame, but then again, with a body like his, why would he?

"Alicia, you and I both know what you were about to do."

Trying to play off the fact that she had been caught, she squared her shoulders. "So, not only are you a kidnapper, but you're a psychic too. Aren't you a man of many talents?"

Alicia waited, expecting one of his usual witty remarks, but instead he said nothing. As a matter of fact, he looked upset, worried even. Her chest tightened and her breathing became shallow as her mind ran wild. What if he regretted last night? After all, wasn't sex the reason why he kidnapped her in the first place? And if it wasn't good, then what would he do with her?

"Why don't you sit down?" he requested, bringing her out of her thoughts.

Sitting down was the last thing she was going to do. If he was going to try anything, she wanted to be able to see it coming.

"Alicia," he huffed, "you might as well sit down. It's not like you're going anywhere anytime soon."

She folded her arms across her chest. "Whatever you have to say, you can say it with me standing."

"Fine, suit yourself."

He ran his fingers through his hair as he contemplated what to say. "Alicia, there are some things you should know, things that I should have told you from the beginning. I never meant for it to get to this point without you knowing everything first. However, when it comes to you, I seem to have no self control, hence our current predicament."

"What are you talking about?"

What more could he possibly have to tell her? Kidnapped, check. Uncle who you thought loved you sold you out, check. For God's sake, what else could there be?

"There's a reason why I brought you here, and no, it was not to have you be my whore, as you called it." He spoke quickly to keep her from interrupting.

"Then what is it?" she asked, getting impatient.

"When I first saw you, I knew you were the one, even though I didn't want to admit it. I thought maybe I could stay in town, maybe seduce you with my charms," he smiled, "have a little fun and be on my way. Yet, when you left the dinner table, I felt the uncontrollable urge to go after you. The thought of being away from you did something to me. You see, my kind rarely finds the person who's meant to be their other half, but when they do find their one true mate, the connection is instantaneous. There's no mistaking it. One might try to deny or prolong the inevitable, but there's no fighting what is meant to be."

My kind? Mate? What did he mean by that? A cold chill came over her and her mind immediately flashed to her dream, but she quickly pushed it aside. It was just a dream, but still she felt compelled to ask anyway.

"What are you?"

"I'm what you humans refer to as a werewolf."

Alicia just stood there, mouth open, eyes wide. What the hell do you say to someone who thinks they're a wolf, correction, a werewolf? Oh she knew he was crazy, look at the situation they were in, but this was ridiculous. The thoughts in her head ranged from 'What the fuck?' to 'Why, why, why?' Why was she abducted? Why did she have to go and sleep with a mad man? And why in the hell was he looking at her like that? What did he expect her say? Clearly he forgot to take his pills.

"Umm...yeah...I..." she stuttered as she tried to find something, anything, that would pacify his delusions. Gabriel was obviously mentally unstable and the last thing she wanted to do was set him off. Right, just pretend like you believe his crazy ass and as soon as you get a chance, run.

"I'm not crazy," he stated, as if reading her thoughts. Maybe he was psychic.

"Of course not," she assured him.

"You don't believe me," he replied.

Hell no. "I didn't say that."

"Alicia, last night we began the mating ritual. The hot flashes, the urges, it was all a part of the process. From the moment we met, we started a chain reaction of you needing me and I, you. You being in heat only exacerbated things. To fight it would be unnatural, not to mention drive us both crazy in the process.

I shouldn't have bitten you without telling you what I was and how it would affect you, but what's done is done. I know it's in your nature to question and rationalize things, but there is no questioning this. You are meant for me and only me. After tonight, we are forever bonded through that mark, and of course, our children." He ended with a pointed look at her stomach.

"What?!?" she shrieked.

Gabriel stood, walking towards her. Alicia tried not to look, but she couldn't help herself. Even though he was a few cards short of a full deck, he was still gorgeous. Licking her lips, she forced herself to focus on what he was saying.

"When I bit you, the mating ritual officially began. You didn't notice it because you were well... preoccupied, and afterward, I pinned you."

She looked confused, so he made an analogy, comparing werewolves to dogs, and would have laughed, if not for the situation, when her face dropped.

"The only thing that's left is for you to mark me during your final transformation, but, for all intents and purposes, we are mated."

Alicia thought about her shoulder and then dismissed it. She was not about to get caught up in Gabriel's crap. Just as that thought left, another popped into her head, the only one that seemed plausible.

"Wait a minute, just wait a minute," she said, blowing out a breath, "Let me get this straight. Not only am I supposed to believe that you're a werewolf, but also that I," she made air quotation marks, "was in heat, as you put it, hence the reason for the uncontrollable lust, and on top of that, I will start to change into a wolf. Oh, and let's not forget that I also may be pregnant to boot. Are you out of your damn mind?" she ended in a scream.

"I assure you, I am very sane, and there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it, you will become one of us," he stated, running his hand over her stomach.

Alicia stared up at him. His eyes had darkened to the point that they no longer looked blue, in fact, his pupils looked black.

"And you most certainly will bare my children."

She shuddered, and instead of addressing that comment, she changed the subject. "Us? Let me guess, everyone around here are wolves too?"

He nodded in answer.

Well, no wonder Kristen and Anita wouldn't help her; they were probably just as crazy as Gabriel. Unable to take the foolishness anymore, she decided to settle things once and for all.

"Okay, you think you're a wolf..."

"Werewolf," he cut in.

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Werewolf, wolf, whatever. The point I'm trying to make is if you're a werewolf, then prove it."

Gabriel stared at her as if he was debating something, most likely how stupid he was going to look when he realized he couldn't change. Figures.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked, as if he was concerned for her.

"Of course. After all, if I'm going to become one of you, I would like to know what I'm going to look like." She shrugged nonchalantly.

Alicia knew he wouldn't be able to do anything, and she just hoped when he realized he wasn't a wolf, that he didn't have some kind of mental breakdown.

Gabriel backed up, never taking his eyes off her, his hands balled into fists. He began to twitch and she almost chuckled, until she began to see it. Alicia watched in wide-eyed horror as his body began to transform before her eyes. His bones began to elongate, his face taking on the shape of a wolf. She stared as his eyes narrowed into slits while hair sprouted all over his body, much like thick fur. Gabriel growled as his body began twisting and jerking painfully while it bulked up at the same time. He was huge. He wasn't a wolf, he was a fucking beast.

"Impossible," Alicia whispered, backing up.

Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, she had seen enough. As fast as she could, she sprinted into the bathroom, locking the door, as if that could stop him. Everything was spinning out of control and her heart was beating a mile a minute. What had she just witnessed? The man ... he just.... Oh God!

Her chest was heaving as she tried to take in air and black spots swam before her eyes. She was going to turn into that...and bare his children. She could hear Gabriel pleading for her to open the door from the other side, saying that he would never hurt her and that he only wanted to show her the truth.

Alicia held on to the sides of the sink, trying to fight the dizziness. She lifted her head and tried to focus on the face staring back at her in the mirror, but all she saw was the image of that beast. It was too much and she fainted.

****

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here."

Adele turned at the sound of the voice and did her best not to groan her displeasure at the sight of Johnny Mayfield. The man stayed liquored up, was always in and out of trouble, and for some reason or other he had his sights set on Adele. Whenever she spotted him, she made sure to head in the other direction. Johnny's idea of courting involved groping and grinding, talking about all the things he would to do to her body. She may have been somewhat of an outcast in their small town, but she wasn't desperate. Why on God's green earth had she told Gabriel that she would meet him here instead of coming with him?

She sighed. It was because she needed time to think and she wouldn't have been able to do that with Gabriel next to her. Normally, no one came out that way because it was isolated and there was nothing but woods, which was why she and Gabriel always met there. Apparently their secret wasn't a secret after all.

"Waiting for your lover?"

Adele stared at him, ready to deny it, but he beat her to it.

"What? You think nobody knows 'bout you coming up here, givin' it up to that white boy?" Johnny shook his head, the motion knocking him off balance. "No wonder you never gave me the time of day, wasn't good 'nough, huh?"

"Johnny, you don't know what you're talking 'bout. I ain't been giving it up to nobody, so you best be leavin'."

Johnny chuckled, taking a swig of his beer as he stepped towards her. "Oh I knows alright, I knows you ain't nothing but a slut. What, I bet that white man is paying good money for that chocolate pussy," he slurred, his eyes taking on a murderous look, "or maybe you let him have it for free."

With them being alone in the woods and Gabe nowhere in sight, Adele figured her best bet was to get out of there as quick as possible. There was no telling what Johnny was capable of, now that he deemed her a whore.

"Where do you think you're going? I ain't finished yet," he said, grabbing her arm as she tried to leave.

Adele struggled to yank her arm free, but even for a drunk, the man was stronger. In a panic, she raised her free hand to strike him as hard as she could and when his grip loosened, she took off. Unfortunately, she didn't make it far before she felt him grab her hair, snatching it roughly and causing her to fall forward, with him landing on top of her.

Adele screamed and flung her arms wildly, trying to knock him off of her, but his weight pinned her down and one of his hands pressed her head into the ground.

"Shhh, baby, me and you gon' have ourselves some fun. Ain't like you don't want it," he slurred as he pressed himself against her.

Adele felt his hands inching up her dress. She began to cry out when they reached her panties; tears blurred her vision and she could taste the dirt as she screamed. Not knowing what to expect, she was shocked when she heard a loud growl and felt Johnny's weight lifted off of her. She immediately jumped up, but she made the mistake of looking back instead of running.

On top of Johnny was a huge creature that was ripping the man to shreds. It kept tearing at him, over and over, and all the while, Johnny was screaming for help. But there was no helping him. His screams soon stopped.

Adele stood there transfixed, she had never seen or heard of anything like it. This thing had to be over seven feet tall. It could have easily crushed Johnny and have been done, but it was as if it wanted him to feel every bit of pain. Once the initial shock wore off, Adele took off running before it turned on her.

Adele cried as she ran. Whatever it was that had killed Johnny would surely be coming for her next. She tried to focus on her surroundings. In her panic, she hadn't been paying attention and, as a result, was lost. Adele had just slowed down when she heard it, it sounded like a growl. She took off running again, not caring what direction she went in. She could still hear it. The thing, it was getting closer. She tried picking up her pace, but she was no runner. That was it; she was going to die in those woods.

Closing her eyes, she ran blindly, expecting to be snatched up any moment. Suddenly, she was lifted up off the ground, screaming and kicking, thinking she was about to be ripped to pieces as Johnny had been. She continued to scream until she realized nothing was happening. Turning, she hesitantly looked at her captor.

Gabriel.

"Oh my God...we have to get...outta here...it's..."




Taken Ch. 04



"It's ok, Addy, calm down. I'm so sorry," he said, stroking her back in a soothing motion.

Frantic, she shook her head. "No, no, we gotta go now!" she exclaimed, pushing away from him.

She tried tugging his arm to get him to move. Why was he standing there? More importantly, why was he naked?

"Gabe, what...Where are your clothes?"

Not only was he nude, there was blood all over him. For a moment, Adele thought he might be hurt, but he wasn't. She looked down at the wetness she felt and saw that some of the blood had rubbed off on her.

"Addy, I need you to come with me."

"Gabriel, what's going on? Why are you naked? Whose blood is this?"

Adele started to cry as the realization hit her, everything her grandma had said, what she thought had been the ramblings of an old woman, was true. "It was you, wasn't it?" she gasped.

"I wanted to tell you, but I had to be sure."

"Of what?"

"That you would accept me."

"What are you?" she whispered.

"A werewolf."

Adele sucked in a breath, backing up until she was pressed against a tree. She couldn't move; it felt like her feet were glued to the ground. The man she loved, the one she was thinking of leaving everything behind for, was that thing back there. Everyone told a good tale once in awhile, of werewolves and vampires, but for them to actually exist was beyond comprehension. Even more troubling was the thought that she more upset over Gabriel lying than the fact that he had just killed someone.

Gabriel stepped in front of her, capturing her with his eyes. Those eyes, the eyes she thought were the bluest of the blues, the ones that stole her breath whenever he fixed them on her. How could he be a monster?

"Adele, come with me please."

He reached out his hand for her.

****

Alicia shot up and immediately regretted the action, as she winced from the pain.

"Alicia, you need to lay down, you fainted," Gabriel stated as he tried to push her back onto the bed.

Alicia turned her head, wondering how she gotten to the bed from bathroom, until she saw that the bathroom door looked as if it had been knocked off the hinges. Instead of dwelling on it, she allowed Gabriel to lay her back down onto the pillows. She was just too tired.

She stared at Gabriel, unable to say anything. Everything she thought was real, everything she believed in, she no longer trusted. Her instincts, hell, even her mind, were up for questioning at this point. But what she did know was that Gabriel was the cause of it all. He brought her there for a reason, all right. It all made sense now, the dreams, or were they visions, everything.

He planned this from the beginning, to bring her here to replace her. She couldn't explain it or even prove it, but she knew what she saw, what she felt, and it felt real, too real. This time everything was clear. The hair might have been different and the coloring a little off, but the moment she saw Adele's face, she recognized her immediately. There was no mistaking the resemblance.

Alicia was a dead ringer for Adele.



Taken Ch. 04



All characters are 18 and over

*****

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror as Maggie finished my hair. The make-up was a light touch compared to my usual dark purples and blues. The cover up almost hid the fading bruises on my face. The dress was beautiful; white with lace flowers that decorated the arms and part of the back. Once they'd dressed me they immediately began working on my hair and make-up until I hardly recognized myself. Sarah seemed giddy with excitement while she and Ruth discussed with me how the ceremony would go. Christopher would walk me down the aisle and hand me over to Clyde. Mama would marry us and close with a prayer. Than everyone would exit the barn and I'd consummate my marriage with the men of the family. The numb feeling hadn't left me and I wondered how much longer I'd be able to endure before they were able to break me. How long had the other women fought before Georgie had broken them?

"Do any of you remember what it was like before living here?" I asked suddenly. Sarah's eyes darkened and she frowned.

"There is no point in dwelling in the past Skye; this is your life now. Embrace it." Maggie finished the last strand and I held a brief smile. I looked beautiful; I only wished it didn't have to be for Clyde.

"How can you tell me to embrace this? They're abusive rapists, how are you okay with that?" Sarah clenched her fists and glared at me.

"You don't know anything you ungrateful child! This is our life; our husband loves us and takes care of us. You could love Clyde if you just gave him a chance!" Sarah yelled. She looked back and forth between her sister wives and realizing she'd totally lost it, stomped out of Clyde's bedroom.

"She's right Skye, sooner you stop wanting for what you no longer have, sooner you can see the beauty in the life that is yours now." Ruth followed Sarah until it was just Maggie and I. She sat down next to me and took my hand.

"They gave up a long time ago Skye, it's easier than dealing with what has become of our lives...I don't even remember my real name anymore," she confessed as tears welled up in her eyes. I squeezed her hand.

"There is still hope in you, isn't there?" I asked. She nodded as the tears rolled down her face.

"There isn't much, but I hold onto it fiercely. I don't want this life for my girls," she sobbed and I embraced her. It felt good to be held by someone who wasn't trying to beat me or brainwash me.

"Don't give up, not yet!" I whispered. I wiped her tears away when we pulled apart and almost jumped when Christopher appeared in the doorway.

"Need to get ready Maggie," he announced. She nodded and hurried from the room. Christopher looked down at me as I sat on the bed, fidgeting. I couldn't meet his gaze; i didn't want to see the look in his eyes. 

"Why do you refuse to look at me?"

"You disgust me," I replied with ease, no emotion in my voice.

"While I was not the one to take your cherry, I will be the one to have you first so I suggest you show me some respect Skye." 

"I have been kidnapped, threatened, slapped, punched, had my hair pulled, spanked, beaten with a belt, whipped and raped...What can you possibly do to me that's any worse?" I demanded, turning to glare at him. The smile on his face replaced my anger with utter terror. There was darkness in his eyes that neither of his brothers could match, a darkness that promised pain and suffering. I shuddered against my will and hugged myself. His grin widened as he walked closer to me, close enough that he leaned over, his lips brushing against my ears.

"Oh I can show you many things that are much worse than the few pains you have suffered at the hands of my brothers; I can make them look like amateurs with the things I could do to you..." he whispered. He moved back, kissing my forehead and held out his arm.

"Now, you can either walk willingly, or I can carry you, but you will be going to that altar, and you will be marrying my brother. Which way shall it be Skye?" My hand shook as I reached out and accepted his arm. He wrapped his elbow around mine and patted my hand as he rested it against his forearm.

"Good choice." I let Christopher lead me away. The house was silent as we walked down the hallway and towards the back porch. My stomach was filled with poisonous butterflies, they were fluttering around in my stomach, but instead of the happy nervous feeling most people would experience, mine was filled with fear and dread of what I was headed to. The grass felt good under my bare feet as I walked with Christopher. I needed to think but I was so nervous all I could think about was the horrors that were about to befall me. The inside of the barn was different as we entered, where the spool had been earlier was now Mama, dressed in a simple blue dress and an open bible in her hands. There was some fold out chairs where the other women and children sat. For the most part it looked like a simple wedding. 

Clyde stood in front of his mother, wearing a black tux with a light blue tie. He smiled as he watched us approach. His smile lit up his whole face and I could see the nervous energy bound up inside him. He was almost bouncing on his heels as we got closer and closer. The kids were restless as their mothers tried to keep them sitting still and occupied, I was horrified that they were here to begin with. It was wrong; I could hardly imagine the things they were thinking. I wondered what would happen to them when they got older. So many questions swam in my head that I hadn't realized I'd almost stopped walking until Christopher gave my arm a tight squeeze. 

When we arrived before him I was directed to my spot right before him. I stared up at him, not meeting his smile and his dampened a little, but not completely.

"You look amazing." He announced, hands on my shoulders and he took in the sight of me. I wanted to scream, to punch or claw his eyes out but instead I stood there silently staring at him. Mama cleared her throat and nodded at Christopher who let go, but stood behind me. I wasn't wearing a veil, hell I wasn't even wearing shoes, nothing obstructed his view. I stared down at his tie, his gaze too intense for me to meet. Mama cleared her throat and began.

"We are gathered here today to share a beautiful moment between Clyde and Skye as they join together in the wonderful union of marriage. We are privileged to witness the joyous love of a new family; a family that will be nourished and nurtured through the devotion of two separate individuals. May their marriage bring them peace, joy, comfort and contentment that is known in the hearts of all God's children. An essential requirement of a good marriage is for Skye to put her trust and faith in Clyde which will allow their love for each other to grown deeper with every passing day. At this time I'm going to ask you to take her hands." Clyde grabbed my hands in his; the second I tried to pull away he squeezed with his good hand. 

"Clyde, will you take Skye to be your wife, your one true love? Will you teach her how to get closer to the Lord through hard work and dedication of our ways? Will you look out for her needs and help correct her in her errors?" 

"I do."

"Skye, you will take Clyde as your husband, your one true love. You will honor, obey and follow him as he teaches you our ways. You will take care of the house and the babes for as long as you live, this is your family now and we welcome you to it Skye." Before I could respond Clyde closed the distance and pressed me into a kiss. I stiffened against him as he wrapped his arms around me in a loving embrace. It was nothing like the kiss we'd shared before; his lips were soft but he pressed so desperately against me I almost couldn't breathe. He forced his tongue between my lips and I bit down. His eyes went wide in surprise but he didn't pull away, his hand that had been cupping my face now gripped my neck. His thumb pressed my artery enough that I started to feel a little lightheaded, but I didn't let go. 

I could taste blood and feel it dripping down side of my mouth. I could hear Mama gasp as she realized something was going wrong. But Clyde remained calm and taking his cue Georgie started to usher his family out of the barn. Christopher wrapped his arm around my neck, replacing Clyde's hand and I let go as I started to pass out. Clyde swore, holding a hand over his mouth and stomping his foot. Christopher loosened his grip enough so that he held me firmly but I could breathe. Mama closed the distance between us and slapped me.

"You will learn your place you wretched little child." She yelled. Georgie placed his arms gently on his mother's arms.

"It's okay Mama, we'll take care of it. Go inside and enjoy your grandchildren." Mama took a deep shuddering breath nodded, kissed her boys on the head and left. Clyde spit, trying to control the flow of blood from his mouth and a grin spread across my face. Clyde shook his head and sat down in one of the chairs. Both Georgie and Christopher watched Clyde, waiting for him. Suddenly he broke out into laughter; he almost looked mad as he threw back his head and laughed. He looked over at me, eyes wild.

"I thought I had you all figured out Skye, when I first saw you I thought to myself you'd be a quiet obedient wife. I figured give her a few days; she'll see how kind I am, how forgiving and gentle I am. But nothing I do matters to you, does it?" He asked. 

"I told you, you can never make me love you and I meant it," I answered honestly. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed, pursing his lips tightly he nodded.

"Okay. If I can't make you love me than I will stop trying, but as the Lord is my witness, you WILL obey me Skye." I could see he was serious, my heart is pounding so hard I can feel it pound against my ribcage. He looked past me to Christopher who still held his arms around me tightly.

"I lost control of myself earlier today and I sincerely apologize little brother. I had taken something that I had already promised to you. I cannot take it back, but I can give you something to try and make up for it. You can have my wedding night. After Georgie has satisfied himself, she will be all yours. Since I have already taken what I wanted most, I am going to go to clean this." He held up his hand, than turning his back to us he walked away. I wanted to call him back, I didn't want him to leave me here with his brothers, if he wasn't here...it was anyone's guess what they'd do to me. And it wasn't for just a little while; I was at Christopher's discretion for the rest of the night. After his comment to me earlier I was scared, really scared.

"So Georgie...whatcha wanna do with her?" Georgie beamed. 

"Oh the ideas I have rollin around my head lil brother...she has been such a pain from the moment he laid eyes on her," Georgie confessed. His hand reached out to stroke the side of my face and I snapped my teeth at him.

"Do not touch me," I growled. Georgie chuckled and motioned and Christopher to let go. Slowly his arm withdrew and I straightened myself out as I stood face to face with the eldest of the three.

"If Clyde had handed you over to me in the beginning, you would not speak to me like you did just now," he announced. My stomach felt like I'd swallowed lead. I was weak, sore, exhausted both mentally and physically. I wouldn't doubt I was dehydrated as well; but as I stared into Georgie's eyes hatred flared hot and bright in my mind and I leapt at him, thumbs jamming into his eyes hoping to pop one or both before he could pry me loose. But he was quick, and before I could apply enough pressure he was dangling me by my wrists. Which was pretty painful all on its own.

"I find it almost cute how strong you fight, desperately clinging to hope and failed strength. We have proven over and over that we're stronger, faster and smarter than you. You'd think by now it would sink in." I spat in his face and swung my foot. Georgie swung me before I could connect and let go. I landed hard on my side, crying out when my hip and shoulder slammed into the wooden floor. Grabbing a handful of hair he made me stand facing an empty horse stall. Using his body weight he held me there while he struggled to restrain my hands. He grabbed the rope dangling from the stall door and started to wrap it around my wrists, one at a time so that my arms were slightly above my head and stretched apart.

I fought with strength I didn't think was possibly left in me, but it was useless. Georgie was almost twice my size and defiantly stronger. I pulled against the ropes, but the knots were too tight and too complicated. I felt him grab the back of the wedding dress and rip it down the middle. He reached around and pulled the collar from the front, exposing my chest. With both arms wrapped around me he grabbed my breasts in his hands, squeezing as hard as possible, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. His lips brushed my cheek as he leaned his head forward and inhaled sharply.

"C'mon Skye, struggle harder...It feels so much better when you're fighting it." I felt nauseous when he rubbed himself against me. I swung my head back and was rewarded with a sharp pain as I connected with his cheek. He grabbed the back of my head and slammed it against the stall door. His large hands grabbed my hips and I felt him spread my cheeks and I realized what his course of action was to be next. I recalled how I'd felt earlier that day, tied down, helpless as Clyde had his way with me and I begged pathetically for him to stop. I grit my teeth as I felt him pressed up against me. He was taunting me, hoping to entice a better response but I was determined to give him none. 

"Do you want some Vaseline?" Christopher asked, making himself comfortable in one of the folded chairs.

"I like going in dry, makes their pain all the sweeter," Georgie replied, then slammed himself straight into my backside. Gritting my teeth was no good, I screamed as agony rippled through my body. My mind screamed at the pain, it was like a flashing sign was going off in my head, telling me to move, get it out. It wasn't supposed to be there, it was too big, it hurt, and oh god it hurt. I tried to kick him but he kicked my feet further apart and I was confident he had to have torn something. I could feel parts of my body rip, stretching to accommodate him. I shook my head, reduced to tears in a single instant.

"Mmm so tight Skye, guess this holes a virgin too," he muttered, than quickly withdrew. I gasped, relief flooding my senses rapidly followed by apprehension. Georgie didn't hesitate as he began pounding in and out of me, hands wrapping around my neck, squeezing around the front. He'd choke me long enough to where I'd hover just about the brink of passing out than he'd let go, moving his hands back to my breasts where he'd twist and pull on my nipples. His hammering stayed the same, hard and fast, never relenting for a single second. He was punishing me; I felt it in every molecule in my body. This was how he made his wives submit, this had to be how he broke them. I could hear his heavy panting as he worked himself closer and closer to finishing.

Christopher seemed pretty content in just watching; eyes open wide in fascination at the scene on display before him. I felt mortified, not only was I being raped in the ass, but Christopher was watching like it was his favorite TV show. I screamed out my rage and Georgie grabbed my hips bruising them as he grunted one last final time, body freezing as he pressed his full length into me. I sobbed as I felt his release; I could feel his member pulsating as it milked itself of every last drop and he pulled out with a moan. I dangled there, legs uncooperative to support my body weight as I tried to take in what had just happened. I felt a sting as he gave me one good slap on the rear, zipped up his pants, nodded at his brother and left.

"Now you're all mine," Christopher announced as he stood and slowly walked closer to me. I trembled as his hand reached out and smoothed away the hair from my face.

"You look worn down Skye, how long do you think you can keep fighting us? We'll never let you go...Clyde doesn't want to really kill you so you'll just keep getting beatings after beatings after beatings. Nobody can fight forever..." he announced. I closed my eyes tight blocking out his voice. I was Lindsay, not Skye. I had 2 parents who loved me, even if they didn't always show it. I had a younger sister named Rachel and a little pug named Athena. My boyfriend was Mark; we were going to college together in the Fall. I wanted to be a Veterinarian that focused on farm animals because I had a love for horses.My best friends name was Annabelle. I repeated this to myself; I didn't want to forget who I was. Where I came from, the plans of where I wanted to go. I didn't want to become like Sarah and Ruth who blindly accepte that this was their life now, or like Maggie who had forgotten her own name.

"Skye, you're not passing out on me, are you?" I opened my eyes and glared at him.

"You're all making the biggest mistake of your lives by doing this to me." I replied coldly. He laughed, as he stood behind me. His hands were soft and gentle as he started to caress my skin. Goosebumps spread as he slowly traced my flesh with his fingertips. His hands were tender as he cupped one of my bruised breasts. His finger gently circled the nipple making it perk up in response and he started to roll it between is finger tips. Small currents of electricity shot through the lower parts of my body and I frowned. It felt good, it didn't hurt at all. His other hand came around and started to mimic the actions of his first hand. A moan escaped me and I felt horrified. What the hell was happening to me? He continued to lightly roll and tug, exciting interesting responses from my body. His right hand trailed its way down my chest and past my stomach, my heart beat faster and I found myself holding my breath so tightly it hurt my chest. 

"Don't you dare fucking touch me." Instead of a growl my voice came out in more of a whimper. Christopher chuckled and I could feel his now bare chest against my back, his skin hot to the touch, his laugh causing his chest to rumble against me. He kissed my neck, soft and gentle, causing the hair on the back of my arms to rise and I shivered. He leaned close enough and took my earlobe into his mouth where he gently nibbled and sucked on it. I shook my head away, mind feeling a bit dazed.

"Stop!" But he wasn't listening. His hand ventured lower, fingers gently spreading my lips apart just enough he could slid his fingers in between and I almost jumped at the feel of him so intimately pressed against me. He started to gently massage me, fingers moving in a circular motion and my knees buckled. This was like nothing I'd felt before. I found my body betraying me as it started to grind against his hand, aching to feel more of him. I violently shook my whole body, shoving him away from me.

"Just do what you came to do and leave me be," I yelled.

"Where is the fun in that Skye? I can show you so much pleasure you won't want to leave." I felt petrified at the thought, how could my body like it? How could it betray me so easily?

"I don't want it," I replied stubbornly. Christopher pressed me against the stall door and he slid a finger inside me groaning as he did so.

"Already you're hot and wet and I've barely started. Sex doesn't have to hurt Skye, you can enjoy it if you just relax and let yourself." He slid a second digit in and started pumping his fingers in and out, using his thumb to rub against that sweet spot. I closed my legs tightly, holding his hand frozen in place and felt the tip of a knife against my jugular.

"We can also do this the hard way Skye," he warned. I opened my legs back up and he picked up momentum. I cried out and he buried his fingers down to their last knuckles as I moaned. I felt a tightness in my belly and found my hips flexing against his hand. I was not only enjoying his touch, I wanted more of it. Christopher seemed pleased at my response and gladly used his hand to manipulate my body.




Taken Ch. 04



"Just close your eyes and enjoy it Skye, there's nothing wrong with you enjoying what I'm doing," he whispered and suddenly I was seized by a tightening in my body and I cried out, vision exploding in hot white light as I experienced my first orgasm. I'd often read about it, my friend had often told me about it, but nothing compared me for the feeling of it. I had been saving myself for marriage; I didn't even masturbate for fear of ruining myself for my future husband. I was breathless as I dangled from the ropes and Christopher pulled his hands away with a smile. Pulling out a pocket knife he cut the ropes and I collapsed to my knees. 

"Not so bad, is it Skye?" I looked up at him, body riding a euphoric high. He crouched down in front of me, smiling smugly as he cupped my face. Words escaped me as I tried to focus, tried to think through the haze of complete bliss, and I vowed to myself I'd make them pay. I would make them all pay.

"And I've only just started," he announced.



Taken Ch. 05



Christopher moved closer and ran a hand through my hair, gripping a handful. I barely even winced as I was so used to it by that point. He pressed my face against his groin and I could feel his arousal beneath his black slacks. The feel of him pressed against my cheek had my heart racing as I tried to push away from him. His grip tightened and he tilted my head so that I had to look up at him.

"Take it out," he ordered. I shook my head, I didn't want to see it, and I didn't want to feel it. I wanted to curl up and just fade into the background. He held his still open pocket knife back up against my jugular.

"I wasn't asking you Skye," he growled impatiently, pressing the blade in just enough to show me he was serious. I glared at him as my hands fumbled with his pants. As I unzipped the slacks my hands started to shake and his cock was released from the confinements of his clothes. I shook my head in disbelief. He was by far larger than both of his older brothers, and although I didn't have any to compare them too, Christopher was large enough I could wrap both my hands around it and still have some leftover. He chuckled at my response, already aware at the insanity of the sheer size.

"Now open your mouth Skye, I want you to taste my flesh." I pushed him away even harder but his grip on my hair was solid. He gave my head a violent shake.

"Again, not asking you Skye, cooperate with me and I promise you'll enjoy it just as much as I will." I was hesitant, but I slowly opened my mouth as wide as it would go, the feel of the blade against my artery was enough that I wanted to cooperate. He slowly slid his member into my open mouth, my lips started to stretch to accommodate his size. I couldn't pull away and with the knife so close to bleeding me out. The skin of his shaft was salty from sweat but I was too busy focusing on trying to breath. Christopher let out a shuddering breath as he watched what I was doing. His hips flexed, straining as he attempted to shove his entire length into my throat. I tried to relax, but suddenly my airflow was cut off and my mind went into panic mode as my body convulsed, gagging. He moaned and pulled back out as I gasped for air. He didn't wait long before he did it again, taking his time to feel every inch slide past my lips. Even with him pressed all the way to the back of my throat it still wasn't his entire member.

"Good girl Skye, use your tongue," he instructed. When I made no signs to show I was going to follow through he slammed his pecker hard enough I knew it bruised the soft flesh of my throat. I cried out around his flesh but he didn't care. He placed the blade between his free hand and my face as he held my head and started to thrust in and out of my mouth. I had no other choice but to kneel there and take it. Thankfully for me he didn't last much longer and when he came I could feel the hot liquid pouring down the back of my throat. I swallowed and gasped the second he let go. He groaned appreciatively. My lips were swollen and chapped, tender having been pressed against my teeth.

"You are officially not a virgin, congratulations Skye." I felt humiliated as I kneeled there and looked up at him. My fists clenched I closed my eyes and counted to ten. One Now was not the time. Two Christopher still had the knife in his hand. Three I was in no condition to do much of anything. Four He was testing me, goading me into a response. Five 

"Am I boring you Skye?" he interrupted. I glared, jaw set as he waited for a response. When I remained silent he crouched down so that we were eye to eye. He grabbed my chin with his hand and gave my head a little shake. I snarled, clasped his arm with my hands and bit down into the soft flesh of his forearm. I snapped, no longer caring for the consequences; I bit down until I tasted blood, the sweet metallic taste filling my mouth. Christopher screamed, punching the back of my head in an attempt to get me to let go, but I sank my teeth down harder and tore flesh as I landed on my ass. He swore using words I'd never even heard before.

"You stupid bitch!!" he shouted, holding his free hand to the wound to try and slow down the bleeding. He hissed and growled and I spit the small chunk of flesh at him with a grin.

"You wanted me to taste your flesh Christopher, should have been more specific," I muttered, wiping blood off my chin with back of my hand. In a furious rage he tackled me, pinning me down with his body while wrapping his hands around my throat. I wasn't strong enough to push him off or pry his hands away. I dug my fingers into his wound, rewarded with blood spray across the face as my vision began to tunnel out, body panicking as I struggled for air. I wasn't scared; I welcomed the darkness as it overwhelmed me.

I was awoken to an intense burning on my hip, I howled in agony and tried to pull away only to find myself held down by Georgie and Clyde. When I looked down to the source of the burning sensation I found Christopher holding down a branding iron against my hip. The metal was red and I could hear the sound of my skin sizzling as smoke from the burnt flesh filled my nostrils. When he finally pulled it away I could see several blisters forming over a fancy letter G with ivy surrounding it. Christopher was pale, his arm was bandaged heavily. I could see the yellow fatty tissue beneath my skin and I felt faint and if they hadn't rolled me to my side in time I would have probably suffocated on my own vomit. Clyde ran his hand through my hair as I heaved what little food I had left in my stomach. I was crying again, the wound flaring in heat and pain.

"I have come to the realization that you are perhaps the most stubborn woman I have ever come across Skye. Normal methods of discipline don't seem to work with you." Clyde announced, and he seemed genuinely perplexed by this fact. Christopher threw the brand into the bucket of water, glaring at me. 

"With that said, I regret to tell you that I am going to have to find some methods that are more...severe." I groaned, more severe? Did they think the things they were doing were tame? How much worse was it going to get?

"Please, I'll be good," I promised, voice weak. I sniffled as tears escaped me. He continued to run his hand through my hair and I closed my eyes.

"I wish I could believe you Skye, but you keep swearing to be good and then you turn around and attack like a vicious animal. I am not ready to give up on you; I know you have it in you to be a good wife. I just need to get YOU to see that." He sighed. 

"I say you should just kill her and get another one," Georgie announced.

"I think you should give her to me so I can punish her." Christopher replied. Clyde shook his head.

"She is my responsibility guys; I'll take 

care of this." Clyde's brothers nodded at him and left, Christopher making sure to announce that it was against his wishes he was leaving. Clyde looked down at me and shook his head.

"Do you even realize the strain you're putting me under? I am the only reason you are still breathing and yet you continue to resist me. You rebel at every turn, your mouth, and your attitude. Even Mama thinks I should be done with you. Do you know how much it hurts me to disobey my Mama? I've never gone against her, not since I was a little boy! I love you; I risk being disowned because of you. And you don't even care, do you?"

"How can you honestly expect me to?" He looked upset at my answer and lifted me up into his arms and carried me into one of the horse stalls. It had been cleaned out, there was a large dog bed, and looked like a giant pillow in the corner, a bucket in another corner and a chain bolted into the cement floor. Lying me down on the large pillow he took the opposite end of the chain and wrapped it around my ankle before padlocking it into place. He covered me with a horse blanket and kneeled down beside me.

"Until you can behave like a civilized human, Mama says you are to stay in the barn with all the other animals." He kissed my forehead and left. I curled up in the scratchy wool horse blanket too frazzled to protest and fell asleep.

When sun came shining through the cracks in the barn doors I groaned and tried to return to that comfortable place of sleep. Every move caused bursts of pain throughout different parts of my body. I ached in places I wasn't aware could even ache. I lifted the blanket and looked at the damage from the night before. The brand was barely starting to heal. It had scabbed over with pieces of the blanket blending into the scabs; the area around the wound was dark red. A few of the blisters had popped in my sleep, and just the barest of movement felt like it was ripping open. There wasn't a single part of my body that wasn't hurting. Gritting against the pain, I sat up and started to study the lock around my ankle. The chain was strong, new, and the locks required keys. 

I had enough slack that I could walk around the stall, but not much else. I was naked but I didn't care at that point. I stood, groaning in protest against my own movements as I tried to see how far I could go before I was stuck. There was nothing within reach that I could use as a weapon or tool. I growled in frustration and sat back down on the dog bed. I felt humiliated being treated like an animal. I knew one thing was for sure I needed to control my anger if I ever wanted to get out of here. I needed them to trust me, to believe me. Which meant I was going to have to play along; I was going to have to make them believe I was broken. Clyde would be the easiest one to convince. Georgie would probably never trust me. But it wasn't his trust I needed. I took a deep breath, repeating my mantra; I am Lindsay, not Skye. I have two loving parents and a younger sister named Rachel. My best friend is my little pug named Athena and my friend since 3rd grade, Annabelle. I wanted to be a veterinarian. 

I was going to have to do and say things I didn't agree with, things that made my blood boil just thinking about it; but if I ever wanted to go home, I'd have to just do it. I sat there for a while, going over things in my mind as I waited for Clyde to come unlock the chain around my ankle. I had no way of telling time besides the sun, and when he did arrive he had a plate of food.

"Good morning wife, how did you sleep?" he asked. My eye twitched and I plastered a fake smile on my face.

"I am well and you?" He sat down beside me and put the plate in my lap, along with a handful of plastic silverware. Under his arm was a water bottle, he still wasn't using his injured hand. I wondered to myself just how badly I'd damaged it.

"It was lonely without you by my side," he confessed. I started to dig in, knowing I'd need the energy. With my mouthful that left the silence to be filled with his words.

"I was unable to sleep much at all. I worried about you, if you would get too cold; what if you got sick? What if one of my brothers decided they didn't care anymore what I wanted and came out here to finish you off? Heck, I even had the thought Mama would sneak out here and get rid of you if she thought it would help. I am much relieved you made it through the night." While those thoughts had briefly crossed my mind, I had been way too exhausted to really worry too much about it all. 

"I am sorry I was the cause of your worrying," I apologized, knowing it was what he wanted to hear. I wasn't an idiot, I could play this game. It was my damn temper getting in my way. I took a deep breath and focused on the rest of my meal. Clyde put his arms gently around my shoulders and just held me while I finished eating the scrambled eggs and hash browns. When I cleaned the plate he set it aside and turned me to face him. I winced at the pain but kept my complaints to myself. He cupped my face between his hands and made me look at him. I clasped my hands tightly together to keep them in control.

"I know we've had a rocky start Skye, but I really think if you put in effort to giving this life a chance, you will be happier than you could have ever imagined. After we have children, and a house of our own, I could make you so happy..." he whispered. I studied him as he spoke to me; he looked so utterly desperate and lonely. His wants seemed so simple, yet he was willing to do whatever it took to have exactly what he wanted.

"I don't want to be hurt anymore," I replied in honesty. His face softened and he leaned forward and kissed me. I closed my eyes, not fighting him this time, just feeling him press his lips against mine gently. He pulled away, still holding my face and smiled.

"Obey me and I swear nobody shall lay another hand on you." I could see the promise in his words, how easy it would be to just give in completely. Blindly obey and have whatever I wanted, but at what cost? My independence, my right to make any decisions; I would be a shell of myself. I sighed, he made it sound so easy, but I doubted he could fathom how hard that kind of choice really was.

"I am going to try." And I meant it, I was going to try and do things his way, at least for as long as I needed to. He smiled and shrugged.

"I guess that's as good an answer as I am going to get," he announced with a smirk as he pulled a key from his pocket and set me free. He rubbed my ankle where the chain had left imprints into my skin. He pulled the dress down from where he had hung it up and handed it over and I gratefully pulled it over my head and slipped my arms through the sleeves. It was uncomfortable, but warm and I smiled. 

"Now, let us get to work!" He stood and offered me his hand. I took it, keeping my complaining to a minimum, and followed him out of the stall and into the barn. His hand felt large and warm in mine and I noticed he held his injured hand up and out of the way. Outside he brought me towards the house. I was nervous so I hadn't even noticed I was squeezing his hand until he squeezed mine back.

"Just do as you're told and everything will be okay. Sarah is going to teach you some chores for today." When we arrived into the kitchen Sarah did not look happy to see me, she was scowling. 

"Sarah is in charge, if she tells you to do it; than you do it. I will be back in for lunch, behave." He kissed my forehead and was gone. I stood there not quite sure what to do, I looked to Sarah for instructions, feeling a little disoriented.

"Alright, first thing we do after breakfast is we take this giant pot and fill it with water at the pump outside." I nodded and she just stood there staring at me.

"Grab the pot idiot!" she snapped as she pointed to the pot on the stove. I grabbed it and followed her outside a couple feet to the water pump. She moved it once, it took a few long hard pumps to get the water flowing but once it started short pumps worked just as well. With the pot filled I carried it back inside and we boiled the water to purify it. Some was used to scrub the floor and table, and some used to make the guys coffee; which we delivered together. Each of them had a large thermos, Georgie took his and went back to work without even a thank you, and Clyde gave me a thank you kiss, while Christopher didn't need any words to get his message across.

His hands touched mine as he grabbed the thermos, and his gaze told me he wasn't done being upset with me. I felt a knot in my stomach as Sarah and I went to prepare lunch. We made homemade biscuits, and a hearty beef stew from scratch. I was allowed to peel the potatoes but Sarah was sure to keep all other sharp objects away from me. She was constantly watching me, correcting everything I did wrong. I couldn't even clean the table in the way she wanted. Anytime I made a snarky comment she would either slap the back of my head or smirk and inform me that I'd learn the 'right' way to do things eventually.

The dishes seemed never ending as we made lunch and prepared dinner. I found the mundane tasks comforting as I focused on what I was doing. It was so nice to just simply focus on one thing and let all the other thoughts slip from my mind. For lunch I was permitted to eat at the table. I kept my mouth shut as they prayed; I didn't even bother making eye contact with anyone as I ate my stew. I hated to admit it, but it was delicious. At the end of the meal the boys went back outside to work, Maggie went to do other chores while Ruth took all the kids into the living room. Sarah and I cleaned the kitchen and put the dinner in at a low temperature to allow it to cook slowly. With the kitchen finally cleaned and set back up, we moved to the bedrooms.

We gathered laundry, and took basket by basket down into the basement. Sarah prepared the wash water and ordered me upstairs to gather Christopher's. My heart was pounding as I climbed up the stairs, the closer I got the more nervous I became. My hands shook when I opened his door and I took a moment to remind myself he was outside working. I knocked just to be sure and when there was no answer I opened the door. Dirty clothes were strewn across the floor, and I grabbed the laundry basket and started to fill it. He was like any other teenage boy, a slob. When I gathered all the dirty clothes I turned to walk out the door and almost dropped the basket. Christopher stood in the doorway with a dangerous smile on his face.

"W-w-what are you doing here?" I asked carefully. 

"I should be asking you the same thing," he replied and he took another step into his room. I took a step back and held up the basket between us as though it could protect me.

"I see, well looks like you have gathered everything." I nod and he takes another step closer, smiling at my reaction. My grip tightens and I prepare to shove him away using the basket as a barrier. He simply steps to the side and motions for me to pass.  

"Well by all means, go ahead. Remember, I like pants folded, not my shirts. I hang those." Gritting my teeth I pass him, feeling almost light headed when he snaps his teeth at me as I pass; laughing as I hurry down the stairs, nearly tripping over my own two feet. When I finally make it down to the basement Sarah smiles up at me and dumps in the first load of clothes.

"Men's clothes are first, starting with the eldest, than Mama, then the wives, than finally the children." I nodded, that sounded easy to remember. She pulled out a couple old wooden frames with what looked like metal blinds and handed one to me. When I looked at her questioningly she sighed.

"Really? You've never seen a washboard? Did you pay any attention in history? You place it in the water like this, and scrub the clothes against it, but try to be careful to not run the buttons across it. It really upsets the men when we have to re-sew buttons on their clothes." I placed my washboard into the water and reached in, the water was slightly slimy but I grabbed the first article of clothes and followed her example. The work was tiring and I could feel my fingers prune after what seemed like forever. But Sarah seemed unbothered by this. She hummed while she worked, and I glanced at her, wondering what possibly went through her mind as she went about her daily chores.

"Quit staring, it's rude," she barked. I went back to my task scrubbing and ringing and placing them in the basket that we took outside to pin to the clothesline.

"You have electricity; why not buy a washer and dryer?" I asked suddenly. Sarah gave me another famous sigh.

"It saves money, and it gives it an all-natural clean. Now try and keep your mouth shut, your voice ruins my good mood." She growled. It took the rest of the afternoon to finish all the laundry. It was amazing how much there was to wash. By the end of it my hands were well wrinkled and I was exhausted again. Clyde took me back to the stall and chained me back up. He brought me dinner, and I ate it with no complaints. 

"Sarah says besides all the annoying questions you did well today." He announced. I folded my arms against my chest. Clyde turned to me and brought me in for a kiss. I struggled to relax even when every cell in me was screaming at me to fight. His touch was sickening but I forced myself to relax into his embrace. He pulled me onto his lap so that I straddled him and I could feel how excited kissing was making him. He wrapped one hand around the back of my head as his other rested on my thigh. He was breathing heavily as his tongue started to venture out and gently started to play with mine. I closed my eyes and resisted the urge to bite him again. His hand was firm and solid as it slid up the side of my thigh pushing up my dress as he groaned.




Taken Ch. 05



Clyde looked up at me, watching my reactions as he continued further. I let out a shaky breath, while vomit burned in the back of my throat I needed him to believe I was trying. I needed him to believe I wanted him. I rested my hands on his broad shoulders, ignoring the aches, the pain as I leaned back down to kiss him back. He moaned against my lips, his kiss becoming more demanding as he pressed me against him. Memories flickered through my mind as his hands grasped my body but I pushed the thoughts away, focused my breathing. His lips moved from my lips down my chin and focusing on my neck. I tried to remain impassive, but my body deceived me. He pulled the dress off within seconds leaving me naked before him and he didn't wait for anymore encouragement. He brought his mouth to my breast, feasting on the flesh like a starving man. I struggled not to tense or pull away, I let him lead me. He unfastened his jeans, slightly fumbling but not taking any attention away from what his mouth was doing.

I tried to explain to my panicking mind, it was just a scientifically explained reaction, it didn't mean anything, but the more he manipulated my body, the less I was able to think. Clyde was compassionate as he brought his hands to my tender lips. I jumped but managed to not pull away from him. I moved my hands from his shoulder and started to undo the buttons of his plaid shirt. His chest was solid and firm, warm to the touch and I splayed my hands across it and he let out an animalistic growl. He started to gently rub his fingers up and down and I felt myself react to his touch appreciatively. His fingers were rough and callused but it wasn't long before I was getting wet. I felt my face flame but I didn't dare stop now. He stuck one finger in and I gasped as he caught my cry with his lips.

When he pulled me on top of him I had a moment of sheer panic, all plans were out the window as he positioned himself at my entrance, but before I could react he pulled me down, causing me to impale myself on his shaft. I cried out than, tears breaking free and Clyde gripped my head with his hands.

"Shh, its okay sweetheart, the pain won't last long, just relax," he soothed. He pressed his forehead against mine as I once again focused on just breathing. I wanted to pull away and run but I knew that wasn't going to help. I bit my lower lip and whimpered as my body took its sweet time adjusting to accommodate him. Everything was tender and bruised and it made it even harder for me. His fingers delved and started to massage that sweet spot. I shuddered against him as he rolled my clit between his fingertips. I was gasping, body quivering against my will as an orgasm rippled through me. I tried to fight it off; I didn't want this to feel good. I wanted it to be over and done so I could get back to my plans. But reality slapped me in the face and I dug my nails into his shoulders as I came down from my post-coital bliss.

Clyde smiled up at me; there was warmth to his face I hadn't seen before. He looked younger suddenly, and damn well pleased with himself. I gazed into his electric blue eyes long enough to see how happy that one simple moment made him. It was as though I'd declared my love passionately, even though I knew no such thing had happened. With my body less tense he grabbed my hips and guided my body up and down his member. I had my hands back on his chest for balance, my arms shaking but he kept the rhythm slow, letting me feel every single inch as it filled me. There was a strained eagerness to him, but he kept it in check. I could tell it was for my benefit that he took his time. 

"You look so beautiful Skye," he whispered huskily. I could feel him as he lifted me up and pulled me back down on him, he sat up enough that he could take my other breast into his mouth while he pumped me up and down his body. He brought my face down and kissed me once more, his tongue delving deep as he enticed me to play. He let out a loud grunt as he shot his seed inside of me, body still thrusting up into me, using my body to milk him free of every last drop as he leaned his forehead against my chest and sighed.

"We're going to make beautiful babies Skye," he announced. I closed my eyes, praying to whatever god existed, whichever one could hear me to please not let that happen. I did not want to be responsible for bringing a life into this world while I was still a prisoner under him. After a few minutes of just holding me he helped me off and handed me my dress back. The chain rattled as he double checked the locks, tucked me in and I was alone once more. I had a little while to think about what happened between Clyde and I. I felt disgusted; as though I had betrayed myself. I wanted a shower, a nice steaming hot shower so that I could scrub the feel of him away. Even though deep down I knew no amount of scrubbing would ever make me feel clean again. I hugged myself tightly, repeating my mantra; my name is Lindsay, not Skye. I have two loving parents and a sister named Rachel. My best friend is a pug named Athena and my friend since 3rd grade, Annabelle. I want to be a veterinarian.

*****

 There is much still yet to come. Large family potlucks, when Clyde must take another trip into town for supplies and shes left alone. Will Christopher get his retribution?



Taken Ch. 06



No smut in this chapter, sorry everyone. But chapter 7 will make up for it.

*****

I awoke with chills later that night, I wound the blanket around me as I had the night before, but it brought me very little comfort. My head ached and I closed my eyes, returning to an uneasy sleep. I wasn't sure how much later it was when I awoke again, this time drenched in sweat. I tossed the blanket aside and immediately started shivering. I moaned wishing I was at home. My mother always took care of me when I was sick. She brought me Tylenol, and homemade chicken noodle soup. I fell in and out of sleep, tossing and turning. I had caught something, a bug or virus I could feel it. I felt lethargic, hair plastered to my face in sweat, my skin was hot to the touch and yet I felt so cold, fingers and toes feeling almost numb.

When morning finally came I was sure I was going to die. Clyde was smiling when he walked into the stall but it quickly fell when he looked down at me.

"Skye??" he asked softly. My teeth chattered as I hugged the horse blanket tighter. He set the plate and cup aside and kneeled beside the dog bed. His face turned serious as he reached out to touch me. He swore the second his hand touched my forehead. Fishing his keys from his pocket he unlocked the chain and picked me up, blanket and all. We were greeted by surprised faces when he carried me into the house.

"Get that mongrel out of my house young man," Mama demanded cruelly.

"She will not be going anywhere Mama!" he replied, and without further explanation he took me down the hall and straight to the bathroom. Sitting me down on the toilet he turned and started a bath.

"What...what are you doing?" 

"We need to bring down your fever Skye. This is the fastest way to do that." He nodded at the filling tub and I had a feeling the water was nowhere near the right temperature.

"What the heck is wrong with you talking to Mama like that?" demanded Georgie from the doorway. Clyde glared up at his older brother.

"She is sick; I need to bring down her fever. Could you fetch Emily?" he asked. Georgie glared over at me but nodded and walked back to the dining room. One minute they were threatening to kill me, and next they were trying to save me. Clyde turned to me and pulled the blanket down, ordering me about as he pulled the dress up and made me stand. He kneeled down, becoming face level with the brand they'd burned into my skin. 

The scabs had blackened, the area around the brand was dark red and slightly swollen. Emily appeared in the doorway, un-phased by my nakedness.

"Just as I thought, Emily, will you please fetch me my bag? And please grab me a jar of Honey?" he requested. She nodded promptly and took off.

"Honey? What do you need honey for?" Clyde lightly touched the wound and I hissed.

"It will help to treat the area and prevent further infection. Let's get your fever down for the moment." With his help I stood in the tub and yelped, using his arms to hold myself up, I felt weak and a little disoriented. The water felt freezing, as though it were filled with ice instead of cold water. Clyde held onto me tightly, trying to soothe me as he lowered me into the tub until I was almost all the way submersed. 

"Please, it's too cold!" I pleaded.

"You're fever is too high, I know it is cold, and it hurts but you don't have to be in there forever," he promised. Emily returned with his large black bag, I recalled him having that bag back in the hotel room when he had bandaged my ankle. That seemed like years ago now, how long had I been on the farm? Two maybe three days? How long had I been in a drugged stupor before we arrived here? He gave me a couple Tylenol which I took gratefully. When he pulled out the needle and small glass bottle I sat up.

"What...what's that?" I demanded.

"It's an antibiotic, Rocephin, it will help. Relax, I told you; my Daddy taught me everything he knew." I grasped the side of the tub as he jabbed the needle into my arm and injected it into me. 

"Why can't you just let me die? I am never going to be the wife you want me to be Clyde." He scowled and grabbed my chin.

"Don't say that, you just need to try harder Skye. If you would just stop doing things to make me mad, I wouldn't have to punish you and we could live happier. I am not going to give up on you." Emily stood in the doorway, face impassive.

"But it is not what I want." He ran his hand through my hair.

"We both know you don't know what you want. Only I know what you want, that is my job. You're sick Skye, let's not argue right now." He placed his hand on my forehead and breathed a small sigh of relief.

"Well it is going down. Emily, sit with her and make sure she stays in the tub, I am going to find her some clothes and apologize to Mama." Emily nodded and sat down beside the tub on the seat of the toilet.

"How old are you?" I ask softly, hugging myself under the cold water. The longer I stayed submerged the warmer the water seemed to get.

"I am not supposed to talk with you Skye...Mama says you'll fill my head with nonsense and disobedience." Emily replied softly. I let out a short laugh. Of course Mama would think that, she didn't want Emily to know the truth. Of the way the world was outside her home; didn't want me to give her daughter hope.

"What happens when you reach proper marriage age?" 

"It will be Georgie's responsibility as the oldest male to find me a good husband." I closed my eyes and shook my head. Her fate was sealed the moment she was born a girl. Georgie's idea of a good husband would not be anyone good.

"You don't have to live this way Emily...do you really want to marry some older guy your 

brother chose for you?"

"It is my job to take care of my husband and provide him with children. Whoever Georgie choses will be a good match. My brothers know what is best for me." But her sentence sounded recited. 

"Out there women get to live on their own, go to school, college, get jobs, raise children on their own. There is so much more than this out there, you can make your own choices, marry for love; own property..."

"Emily, you are dismissed," Clyde announced from the doorway. Emily cheeks turned red and she hurried from the room.

"Don't fill her head with nonsense Skye. She's at a young impressionable age, she's going to make a good wife someday and you don't need to ruin that by putting silly notions in her head." I gave no reply, instead I waited for him to drain the tub and cover me in a towel. I still felt weak so he carried me into his bedroom where he helped to dry me off and handed me long john pajamas. They were warm and I gratefully dressed in the two pieces. He had me lay down while he applied the honey to the wound and taped several layers of gauze over it. Covering me with a comforter he tucked me in.

"Rest now Skye, I will have one of the women bring you tea and some food soon." I felt slightly better and soon fell back to sleep.

When I was awoken I was given more Tylenol, oatmeal, garlic juice and orange juice. When I asked what the garlic was for Sarah simply replied it was Doctors orders and that I better drink every drop of it. I slept most the day, and into the night, Clyde changed my bandage twice and when he crawled into bed I felt nervous but he simply held me and fell asleep beside me. With morning came another injection of antibiotic, Tylenol and a new bandage. I was still feeling weak, so instead of house chores I was moved to the living room where Maggie was taking care of the children.

I pleaded with Clyde to let me sleep; I wasn't feeling up to spending time with the kids, but he shook his head and sat me down at one of their tables.

"You got to get used to little ones eventually Skye, you'll need the practice for when we have our own." Becky sat with a large textbook in her lap, copying down the math problems before attempting to solve them. She glanced at me nervously a few times but remained on task. The smaller kids were in chaos; some were coloring, others playing with blocks or play-dough. The babies sat in swings and a walker. Emily was sprawled on the sofa with an even larger text book. 

"Mama has given me permission to give the girls at least a middle school education, as long as I also teach them other important skills like cooking, sewing, chores and taking care of the little ones." I frowned.

"That's not fair!" I argued.

"Women don't need any higher level of education. It is the man's job to run the house and women follow their directions. What level of education have you completed?" Maggie asked.

"I was supposed to graduate high school this year, I even gotten accepted into the local university."

"What about your domestic skills?" 

"I am nothing even close to domestic," I confessed. 

"Well if you're going to be a good wife, you're going to have to learn Skye. We can start with sewing." Before I could protest she brought a tub out from the closet and sat it between us. Reaching inside she brought out several scraps of fabric, needle, thread and a couple buttons.

"We'll start with something simple, sewing on buttons. As you can imagine, the men's shirts lose buttons quite frequently."

"Why not get shirts without buttons than?"

"It is not up to us to question what they do Skye, now watch me closely." I stared as she threaded the needle and began sewing the stray button onto the cloth. She crisscrossed the thread for better support but she didn't make it too thick, the button had to be a little flexible. When she handed me the materials, I tried to mimic what I'd seen her do. Just as I threaded the needle there was a scream and Maggie jumped over to the toddlers to break up a fight over the blocks.

I started to thread through the holes in the button, taking my time, mind focused with the task at hand. When the thread knotted I started to get frustrated and that only tangled it more. I growled in frustration and Becky appeared beside me so quietly I jumped when she first spoke to me.

"Here, let me show you a neat trick Auntie Skye." Reaching over, the little girl took ahold of my materials and with a couple quick movements she had the thread good as new.

"I take it you already passed this part?" I asked with a laugh. She smiled and nodded.

"I want to be able to make my own clothes so that my Mama has time to do things she loves like her embroidery. Sometimes she lets me help make the clothes for my brothers and sisters." She confessed with a smile.

"Do you have any of your own designs?" Becky blushed

"I've drawn some dresses I want to make someday, but my Mama says they show too much and I'd never be allowed to wear them. So for now I just draw." 

"May I see them?" Becky's eyes lit up in excitement as she stood and rushed to her room. 

"No running in the house," Sarah yelled after her.

"Sorry Mama," she yelled back. She brought out a folder filled with images of beautiful dresses she drew. For her age she had quite a vision, they were mostly summer dresses, cropped at the knees, and tank top straps above. 

"These are amazing Becky." She turned such a bright red I laughed.

"Where I come from, girls can wear much more revealing clothes than this. If you made these there, so many young girls would buy them up." 

"It's not proper Auntie Skye; I wouldn't want them to get in trouble."

"They don't get in trouble where I come from, there are no rules that tell you what you can and can't wear." Becky had a look between shock and awe.

"Really?" she asked. I nodded, focusing on the button.

"Maybe someday you can take me there and show me." She announced excitedly. 

"I wouldn't imagine going without you," I replied. Becky threw herself into my arms and hugged me nearly getting stabbed by the needle.

"Thank you! Thank you Auntie Skye!"

"And what are we thanking Auntie Skye for?" questioned Georgie as he made his way into the living room. I felt the color drain from my face as I watched him move closer. Becky jumped up and went to hug her father in all her excitement. I couldn't tell her to be quiet; she wouldn't understand the necessity of keeping it secret. I watched the scene playing out before me, helpless to stop it and realizing it was my entire fault; id been careless with my words, hadn't thought it through. 

"She said she'd take me with her to visit where she comes from and I can see all the pretty dresses they make for little girls there!" she announced excitedly. Georgie's eyes burned in rage as he looked from his excited daughters face to mine and I felt frozen in place by his eyes.

"You are NEVER going to visit where Skye comes from; EVER!" he announced.

"But Daddy she said I could..." Georgie slapped her and I gasped. 

"Do not argue with me child, I am your father and I decide what is best for you. Now finish your homework." 

"Your problem is with ME! Not her, how DARE you lay a single finger on her!" I yelled as I stood up, prepared to put myself between Becky and her father.

"Perhaps you should watch what sorts of things you promise impressionable children!!" he roared back. The children all froze at the sound of his anger bellowing in the room. I walked towards him, angrier than I had ever felt before in my life.

"She is a CHILD! Your job is to protect them, not beat them." 

"The last person I'm going to take parenting advice from is a whore!" he growled. I grabbed the nearest item, which happen to be a candlestick and I threw it at him, hitting him across the face. It fell to the floor with a loud thud and he held a hand to his face. 

He moved quickly, wrapping his hand in my dress he pulled me closer and punched me in the face repeatedly, I heard the sound of crunching bones when my nose broke, I could taste the blood pouring down my face as I tried to bring my hands up in defense. I could hear Becky screaming for her mother and some of the smaller children were crying.

"Please Daddy, don't hurt Auntie Skye, she was just being nice to me; please!" Becky begged, pulling on her father's shirt. He paused and looked down at his hysterical child, breathing heavily while I tried not to choke on the blood pouring down my face. Becky's big round eyes were overflowing with tears and snot was running down her face as she kept begging him to stop. Sarah rushed to Becky's and grabbed her up in her arms.

"You do not bother your father when he is disciplining Becky, you know better."

"She just wanted to help me with my dresses," Becky cried as Sarah glared at me as she tried to calm down her daughter.

"Whose great idea was it she spends time with the children?" demanded Georgie.

"Clyde said she needs the practice." Georgie shook his head and rolled his eyes. He let go of my dress and grabbed my arm while I tried to stop the bleeding. 

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded.

"To your husband, you insolent bitch! Now shut your mouth, I think you've said enough for today." I didn't pull away as he practically pulled me out of the house and towards the barn where Clyde was pitching hay. One look and he dropped the pitchfork, rushing to my side.

"What the hell happened?" 

"Your wife decided to tell my daughter that she would take her on a trip to where she comes from to see the pretty dresses." Clyde grimaced as he pulled my hands away from my face to inspect the damage.

"That doesn't explain how she broke her nose."

"How do you think she broke her nose brother? She threw a fucking candlestick at me! Now I have to go calm down my child, DEAL with this." Georgie ordered. I cried out as Clyde pressed his thumbs on either side of my nose. 

"Why Skye?"

"He slapped her, isn't it bad enough you're abusive to the women, but the children? All she did was repeat what I had told her..."

"You should have kept your mouth shut. It's your fault for putting those ideas into her head Skye. Children need discipline to grow, they need structure and rules."

"I can't condone that Clyde, a child needs protection and love, not abuse." I argued.

"It is not your child, not your say. I agree with you Skye, and we will never use violence against our children to teach them." With a quick snap he pushed my nose back into place and I screamed, his hands around my face holding me up.

"It's got to be set to heal properly. Let's get you washed up," he sighed. I almost knew the entire bathroom by every square inch I spent do much time in there. He gently washed my face free of blood after stuffing my nostrils full of toilet paper in an attempt to stop the bleeding. I'd never experienced a bloody nose before and I was honestly worried I'd lost too much but Clyde didn't seem too worried, he took a warm washcloth and gently dabbed my cheeks. 

"Get another dress on, they're in my closet and rest." He instructed. I made my way down to his room and shut the door behind me. I looked down, another outfit ruined. I quickly changed into another ugly floral print garb and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

I was exhausted but I wasn't sleepy. My face throbbed I took a look around Clyde's room, really taking the time to study it. It was small and simply. The King size bed took up almost 90% of the room. Beside the bed was a small nightstand with a candle, a bible and glass of water. Inside the drawer was a bottle of aspirin, rope and I was surprised to find lube. I quickly shut the door and made my way to the closet. There wasn't a lot of dresses left for me to wear, and Clyde's side was filled with a few good suits, jeans and a lot of plaid button up shirts. The small shelf above held the long johns, underwear, undershirts and socks. 

His room had one window, small and covered with cliché window drapes, but I lifted it up and got a fresh breeze. The door opened and Clyde stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips. 

"Another escape?"

"Fresh air," I replied honestly. His scowl softened and he came closer.

"You need your rest dear, I'll leave the window open for now, but you need to promise to stay under the covers." He helped me stand and assisted me to bed. Despite all the protests I didn't need it. He covered me up and handed me his copy of the bible.

"Read if you get bored." Kissing my forehead he left and I tossed the bible onto his side of the bed and rolled over. There was no comfort words of his God could bring me.

It was a few days later, we were in the middle of dinner, I almost felt faint I couldn't believe what I'd heard from Clyde's mouth. I was feeling better, my fever was gone, the brand was healing rather nicely, and even the bruise around my nose was yellowing. Although it still ached if I sneezed too hard. I suddenly couldn't breathe, blood rushing to my head so fast I was pretty sure my face would end up in my dinner plate. Clyde looked perplexed by my reaction.

"It is only for a couple days Skye, surely you can behave that long."

"But...please take me with you!"

"It is not your place to question your husband," growled Mama.

"The second my HUSBAND leaves, there is no reassurance I'll still be alive by the time he comes home." 

"That is IT! I have had enough Clyde. I did not take this from your father's other wives, and I will NOT tolerate it from this child!" Mama screamed, standing up so abruptly that her chair toppled over. Everyone seemed frozen by her sudden outburst. She shuffled to the drawer beside the sink and pulled out a wooden spoon. I stood, my chair screeching against the wooden floor. I kept my hands in front of me in defense, I had been spanked, beaten, raped and humiliated by all three brothers; there was NO way I was going to let some old lady beat me with a wooden spoon.

"Mama...you don't need to do this, Skye just needs..." Mama backhanded him so hard I gasped and jumped at the same time. Georgie took that as a sign and started to usher his family out of the room.




Taken Ch. 06



"Don't you sass me boy! I am still head of this household, I haven't killed her yet and I am not about to let her talk to me like that anymore than I let any of you. Now you can either help me, or get out of my way Clyde." Mama yelled. Clyde stood, he towered almost 2 feet over his mother, and he was twice her size and definitely held more muscle while Mama was a little plumper around the middle.

Clyde lowered his head in submission and stepped aside, leaving me to face her. Her face was turning red with rage as she held the wooden spoon in one hand, she shuffled towards me and I backed up a few steps.

"Now child, take your lickin' like a good girl," she encouraged, crooking her old gnarled finger at me. I shook my head furiously, I knew I needed to be good, I needed their trust, but this was pushing it. I couldn't do this, I couldn't just bend over and allow this mean old woman humiliate me too. I looked to Clyde but he simply looked away shamefully; he wasn't going to do a damn thing either way. A pair of hands clasped my shoulders and I shrieked, elbowing Christopher who only dug his fingers into my shoulders.

"I'll hold her Mama." I wrestled against him, kicking out at the old lady but she kept her distance. She smiled, teeth yellowing with age beneath her paper thin lips. Her gray hair was still in a neat bun atop her head.

"Over the table Christopher," she ordered. Clyde quickly left the room and I felt sick to my stomach. Christopher held me close, hands wrapping around my biceps and pinning them down to my sides. He pushed me forward with his body as I planted my feet down, pushing back against him. He kicked my legs forward and I started to cry, I felt the table as he got closer and he shoved my face against the wood, bending me at the waist. Mama didn't hesitate she started to slap with that wooden spoon so hard it made me weak in the knees as I begged her to stop.

The old lady had no mercy; she was breathless and rattled. Strands of her long gray hair had come loose and she sat down in the nearest chair as she coughed a few times, struggling to catch her breath. 

"Take her up to your room Christopher. Clyde, fetch me a pen and paper, I'll make you a list for your trip into town." I resisted the urge to rub my rear as Christopher led me down the hall and up the stairs to his room. I wanted to fight, I wanted to turn and rip his throat out with my teeth. I honestly wanted to run to Clyde and beg him not to leave; he'd had a point, he was the only one who cared if I lived or died and he was the only one willing to put his neck out to save me.

"Relax Skye, or you're going to turn this into a really long weekend." He chided as he shoved me into his room. I landed on all fours, catching myself before I landed face first and I turned to face him. He stood in the doorway, grinning predatorily. I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palm as I stared at him. I wanted to badly to wipe that smile off his face and the pain helped me focus so that I didn't' give in to the baser instincts. He took a few steps into the room and watched as I backed up slowly until my back was against a wall, eyes never leaving his.

"We are going to have so much fun Skye," he chuckled, closing the door behind him.



Taken Ch. 07



All characters portrayed in sexual acts are 18+.

*****

My heart raced and my chest tightened, I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. I shook my head, but denying reality didn't seem to make it go away. He moved across the room quickly, I held my arms and curled my knees up to my chest in defense. But instead of pinning me he used the opportunity to kick me; I cried out when his boot made contact with my side. I rolled away but he kicked at me again, catching me in the stomach and I lost my breath. I curled up, holding my stomach and struggling not to vomit. Christopher kneeled and wrapped his hand in my hair, using a good handful he lifted my head back and tilted it so that I was looking up at him.

"I owe you for what you did to me Skye; it was a very bad idea to bite me. I may not be able to make you sorry about it, but I sure as hell am going to give you something to remember, something to make sure that every time you even think about doing something so stupid the memory will change your mind." He stood and started to rummage through his top dresser drawer. When he pulled out duct tape I felt a surge of panic again. Grinning he returned to kneel and grabbed my wrists. I pulled, trying to keep myself curled into a ball, he used his body to position me on my back.

"No! Don't make me fight you," I pleaded. I wanted to be good, I wanted Clyde to return and know that he could trust me. Only when I had his trust would I have any hope of getting out of here.

"Don't make your punishment worse, hold still," he growled. He straddled my waist, pinned one wrist beneath his knee while he held the other one and used his mouth to unroll the duct tape. Pressing my wrists together he began to wrap the tape around them. It was sticky, pulling all the little hairs on my arms as I struggled to get free. He continued to roll the tape around several times, each layer adding more weight and constriction. When he was satisfied he ripped the tape and sat back. Using my bound wrists I made a fist and brought both hands down hard and fast right into his stomach. Christopher grunted and I shoved him over and rolled to my knees to stand.

"Stupid bitch!" he swore as I made it to my feet. I didn't make it far, he grabbed my ankle and yanked it out from under me, and I collapsed, barely able to brace myself with my newly taped hands. He climbed back on top of me, only now I was on my stomach. He was panting as he tried to catch away the breath I'd knocked out of him. He grabbed the abandoned roll and tore off another strip, slapping it over my mouth.

"Don't want your screams to scare the kiddies." I tried to bring myself up on my elbows only to have him elbow me behind my head. He lifted my dress, revealing nothing but the long john underwear Clyde had given me. With more of myself exposed I pushed harder, but he was heavier than me. Holding my head down with one hand he leaned over and before I could figure out what he was doing I felt it.

Soft at first, but slowly I could feel his teeth sink into flesh; he took his time wanting me to feel it as he buried his teeth further into my skin. I screamed underneath my gag, but it was muffled and he bit down even harder, I could almost feel his teeth connect as sharp pain radiated up my back. It was quickly replaced by tingling warmth when he let go.

"Save some energy Skye, you're going to need it." He leaned forward and bit me again, this spot a few inches lower than the last. He only held for a few seconds before moving on to more unmarked flesh. He covered my back, my shoulders, neck, arms, even my legs with teeth marks and when he flipped me over I knew what was next. Using one hand he held my wrists above my head as he cupped my breast. Christopher watched my face intently as he started to pinch and roll my nipple between his fingertips, tugging ever so slightly. I swore and yelled but it did me no good. 

He leaned his head forward; his tongue was cool against my burning flesh as he started to trace circles. My body responded to his touch as though it were the caress of an old lover and not the manipulations of my captor. I felt a tightening low in my body and that suddenly he bit down. The pain was more intense as he ground the sensitive flesh between his teeth. My back arched as I tried desperately to free myself from his grip, tears rolled down my face and I simply wanted him to stop. The intensity was overwhelming; it was at the point I would have done anything to make it stop.

When he finally let go he looked up at me and smiled, teeth stained red. I looked down to see a small thin river of blood trail down my breast. He ripped the bandage from his arm and shoved his wound into my face.

"Not so grand when it's your own flesh, now is it? Look at it Skye, it's going to scar, a permanent reminder of your disobedience. Clyde actually had to give me several stitches, and a few shots, keep me from getting infections from your dirty whore mouth." There was a circle with small puncture wounds in the shape of my teeth and in the middle was a few black stitches, most likely the place where I'd torn the flesh. The wound was red and bruised; he was right, it was definitely going to scar. I looked down, unable to see the damage, only the aftermath. He slapped me, shoving his arm in my face again. 

When I didn't give the attention he wanted he grabbed my biceps and slammed me against his floor a few times, making me dizzy. He wrapped one hand carefully around my throat, squeezing hard enough that I could feel him cut the circulation off but not hard enough to cut off my air supply. Just as I'd start to see sheets of gray and white he let go. I could tell he was mad, livid still at what I'd done to him. He reached down and twisted my other nipple so hard I was sure he was going to tear it off. Than he started to slap me, the stinging of his flesh against mine was echoing off his walls as he marked me with his hand. He slapped my breast until it felt raw enough I was sure it had been scraped against cement.

I was sobbing, trying to beg through the tape but it was useless.

"I am a man of my word, so while I can't kill you, I can make you wish I could." He bowed his head and took my other breast into his mouth, I watched as he sucked more and more flesh and through his smile I watched his teeth bare down. I bucked and squirmed, I could see blood dripping down the corners of his mouth as he shook his head like a rabid dog. He licked his lips when he pulled away and ripped the tape from my mouth. I cried out but quickly quieted when he raised his hand to backhand me. He lowered his hand and grabbed my chin, meeting my gaze.

"Are you sorry now?" Not quite trusting myself to speak I nodded my head. He smirked devilishly.

"Good, that means we've made progress." He drooped down and kissed my cheek, tongue darting out to lick the tears that ran down my face. He kissed the corner of my mouth, his lips smooth and tender. My body shook with anticipation as I waited for the pain, but Christopher pressed his lips against mine and his tongue slithered out and tried to entice mine to kiss him back. I didn't respond and he kissed me harder, smashing my lips into my teeth until I tasted blood. He grabbed my lower lip and bit down, stretching it out he pulled until I screamed. His hand clamped down.

"Shut it," Christopher growled. He flipped me over, pulling down the long john underwear as he did. It didn't take long for him to unbuckle his pants and shimmy out of them just enough. I pushed against the floor and he bit down on my shoulder blade, a free hand wrapping around my mouth to quiet my screams. I tightened my legs together as I felt him press against me; his knee pressed into the back of my thighs until he parted my legs just enough and he didn't wait another second. He hammered himself into me, smashing his hips against me, his fingers clutching my hips so hard that I was sure his fingertips would leave bruises. I could feel delicate parts of my body tear as my I struggled to accommodate his size. I buried my face into my arms weeping silently as he satisfied his beastly need, shoving his shaft into me so hard my hips slammed against the wooden floor. He pulled my hair, called me names as he fucked my unwilling cunt. When he was finally fulfilled, I curled up against myself, feeling polluted and weakened.

He sat back and leaned against his foot board. 

"Now, I am going to help you onto the bed, we're nowhere near done yet." He released me and stood, grabbing the tape around my wrists he helped me to my feet; pulling out a pocket knife he cut me free and I whimpered when he pulled the tape free. I rubbed my wrists as he pushed me to his queen size bed. Beside his bed was a simple nightstand with a small lamp. I shuffled closer, body filled with dread. I held my breasts in my hands, trying to ease the ache. The right one was already red and purple from where blood had burst to the surface but not quite through the last layer of skin. The bite marks were fresh and while the first one had stopped bleeding, the second one was bleeding slowly.

"Strip." He ordered. I shook my head.

"You punished me already, please no more," I pleaded, hoping to appeal to his merciful side. But staring deep into his eyes I was confident he didn't possess one. 

"Strip." His tone implied he wouldn't say it a third time. Grabbing the hem of my hand sewn dress I pulled it up and over my head, noticing the stains of red, once it was free he ripped it from my hands and tossed it to the floor. Pointing at the long johns I shakily began to pull those down too, face aflame from embarrassment. I focused on breathing as rage boiled in my blood. Clyde said it would only be a couple days. I just had to survive until than; I could do that. I'd made it this far, surely a couple days with Christopher would be a walk in the park. When I stood there, naked and quivering he pushed me onto the bed.

"Into the middle of the bed, I want your back towards the headboard." I scooted across the bed, muscles crying in protest. Already I was so exhausted. Christopher grabbed some rope from his dresser and I grit my teeth in determination, I was not going to fight; I wasn't going to even give him the satisfaction of me begging anymore. He fixed his steely eye glare at me and motioned for me to hold out one of my wrists. I took a deep breath and did so; after tying it around my wrist he tied it to the headboard than moved across the room and repeated it with the other. 

I pulled against my bonds, testing the strength, the harshness of the rope biting into my skin as I felt a feeling of helplessness wash over me. Reaching back into his dresser Christopher pulled out a small little black lock box. When he opened it, he pulled out what looked like a pen but on the end was small razorblade, like the kind I'd seen my sister use on her plastic models.

"What are you going to do?"

"I am going to make you bleed Skye. I am going to slice your skin over and over, leaving behind scars that will never fade." His voice became softer as he twirled the little knife in his hand. He approached the bed and I curled my knees against my chest.

"I don't think Clyde would appreciate that," I announced softly. Christopher tossed the lock box back into his dresser.

"I told him I will not kill you, which is all I promised. If he wanted scars to be left out, he should have mentioned that." He sat down beside me and I watched him weakly as he brought the tip of the blade against my forearm. A few inches down from my wrist he dug the blade in and at an excruciating slow pace started to etch bloody lines into my skin like he was painting a canvas. I looked away, the sight of more blood making me nauseous, I could feel the stinging burn of the sharp razor slicing through my flesh, and I could feel the tiniest of trickles run down the length of my arm, into my armpit and down my side. I wanted to scream, kick, move so that he couldn't harm me anymore; but with a sharp blade in his hand I didn't want to take the risk of him nicking an artery. Although part of me, a small part almost didn't care. 

They were doing everything in their power to break me, and it was close to working. I could feel despair seeping into my mind. No matter how hard I fought, or how sharp my comments were, they always won. Even the youngest and smallest of the three overpowered me so easily; even the old lady spanked me like a disobedient child. Christopher lightly slapped my face to get my attention.

"No daydreaming now Skye, I want to see the pain in your eyes." I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"You can't make me watch; you can make me be quiet, you can make me hold still, but you can't make me watch," I argued.

"I could if I cut off your eyelids," he replied darkly. He dug the blade into my arm and I screamed; he didn't even try to cover my mouth this time. There was a sadistic gleam in his eyes. He twisted the handle and my vision faded into darkness.

When I woke I wasn't alone; Emily sat beside me, bandaging my arm. I tried to sit up and she placed a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down against the bed.

"Just relax Skye, Don't need you pulling any stitches." I looked down, there were multiple incisions, and most of the blood was cleaned up. He must have kept cutting after I'd passed out. I looked around and found it was just the two of us; I covered myself more with the blanket.

"We are both women here Skye, I had to stitch some wounds pretty high up on your thigh. I've already seen you naked."

"What happened?" I asked, feeling a bit groggy.

"Mama came to fetch Christopher; propane delivery man came early and he didn't lock his door, she wasn't aware of his taste for blood."

"What did you do? How did you learn to do stitches?"

"Clyde taught me. I've been his apprentice for 6 months now."

"I thought you weren't allowed more than a middle school education."

"Generally men in our community value innocent chaste women, I am neither. So I need to make myself valuable as a wife, and if I learn to practice medicine, I can help my future family. I am also learning veterinarian medicine." She seemed pleased with the idea.

"You're not a virgin?" The idea almost knocked me back.

"Christopher is ill Skye. He is very sick in the head, Daddy beat him bloody for what he did to me; tried to beat the devil out of him. It's why the whip gives Christopher flashbacks. But it only made his perversion worse; and I learned to keep my mouth shut." She lifted her sleeve slowly to reveal a row of multiple nasty scars. From an outside view they looked self-inflicted. I had a friend who went down that path. But having seen what Christopher done to me, I didn't doubt Emily for a minute.

"Do your brothers know what he did?" Emily pulled her sleeve back down and shook her head.

"And I beg you not to tell them; Mama doesn't want them to know. While I am the baby, he is the youngest boy."

"Where is he?" Emily actually smiled.

"Getting a whooping from Mama; while she thinks you need more discipline, but she doesn't agree with his sadistic nature." 

"Some people are just born sick and there is nothing you can do about it." Emily looked away as she threw more gauze into the trashcan.

"He wasn't always this way Skye; he used to be a kind and loving brother." 

"What the hell happened then?"

"One of Daddy's wives...he was teaching the boys how to discipline. Christopher cried...so Daddy made an example out of him, to harden him. That was a few 

months before I was born."

"More proof that this life is wrong, I am sorry for what happened to you," I apologized. What I'd endured these last few days, I couldn't fathom enduring at the Emily's young age.

"I don't want to hear anymore please. Now let's get up; I'll help you finish washing off the blood downstairs." When I sat up I felt lightheaded and I almost fell right over, wrapping me in a sheet, Emily then wound her arm around me and helped me stand.

"How much blood have I lost?" I asked softly, feeling woozy as we slowly made our way out of his room and down the stairs. I gripped the railing tightly as she took us one step at a time.

"A pint or two maybe; I'm still learning; but I also pumped you with some morphine, in case you woke up while I was stitching."

"Thank you, despite being dizzy, I feel really good." I smiled, now that I was up and moving I noticed the lack of sensation in my limbs while I carefully made my way into the bathroom. Emily warmed some washcloths, and handed me one. She started to wash some blood that had stained my back. When I was clean and dry she gave me a robe and led me into the kitchen. Sarah poured me some tea and I just sat there and let the cup warm my hands.

"What happens now?" I questioned. 

"You and I have a talk." Mama announced as she motioned the girls away. When the two of us were alone I felt on edge. Despite the effects of the morphine, which made me feel like I was swimming, I wasn't exactly in a condition to defend myself if Mama decided she wanted nothing more to do with me.

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked bravely.

"While I think it would solve a lot of problems, present and future, no. Despite my best efforts my son loves you. No matter how hard I've tried to convince him otherwise, he doesn't want to kill you. I have a proposition, over this matter with Christopher. You will be staying with me until your husband gets home under the condition that you tell the boys these wounds are self-inflicted." My jaw dropped in disbelief.

"And if I refuse?"

"Thank you will return to Christopher's room and I shall turn my head to whatever he puts you through." I let her words sink in and I knew them to be truth. 

"Is that what you told Emily to do?" I demanded.

"That is none of your business." Mama snapped.

"Isn't your job to protect her? Instead you're protecting your predator of a son." Mama slapped me and it stung.

"You have no right to give me advice on how to be a mother. Now, do you accept my proposition or shall I fetch Christopher to retrieve you?" Not much of a choice at all. Either deal with Mama, or let Christopher torture me for another 2 days. And deal with Clyde's reaction when I lie and tell him I sliced myself. What would he say? How was he going to react? Would I be punished? And if he discovered I lied? What would he do to his brother? Would he even believe me, if I told him the truth?

"I accept," I replied bitterly. I wasn't sure I'd actually survive if I returned to Christopher. Mama patted my hand.

"Good choice. Now I suggest you follow me and I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." I struggled to stand, leaning heavily on the table as I shuffled to follow Mama. She took my hand and offered her support. After the humiliating spanking I'd received the last thing I wanted was her help; but I took it because I needed it. We walked down the opposite side of the house and into a large master bedroom. Mama had a large four poster bed with white see through drapes. On the left side of the bed was a small night stand with picture of her and what I assumed to be her husband, a bible with a bookmark and a glass of water. The right side of the bed looked to be untouched; there was a pair of shoes sitting under the bed, awaiting a pair of feet that would never fill it.

There was a thick layer of untouched dust on the nightstand that held a coiled belt and a worn version of the bible. She glanced in the direction I was looking and sighed.

"I haven't been able to pack his stuff away," she confessed in a moment of vulnerability. I didn't reply, I had questions, I had comments but nothing seemed appropriate. She walked across the room and pointed to a bench in the corner.

"This is a day bed, at night you can remove those pillows and pile them up here. When you wake I expect you to make the bed back up and put them all back on neatly. I have no order really. Don't touch anything else. You can prepare your bed now." I began to stack the pillows where Mama had pointed and peeled the quilt back. 




Taken Ch. 07



"I want you to rest, so hop in." 

"Thank you Ma'am."

"You can call me Mama; you are married to my son after all." The moment my head hit the pillow I was asleep. I tossed and turned, eventually the morphine wore off and I remained lying in bed, trying not to move or breath too hard. I could feel every single stitch, different wounds pulling and stretching and itching whenever I did move. Emily brought me dinner, and gave me more morphine. I didn't even argue that she had to use a needle. Time passed rather quickly, I slept or helped Sarah in the kitchen with dishes and dinner. Mama read to me from the bible at night; I kept to myself, kept my mouth shut and went through the motions. I didn't see Christopher; he didn't join us for dinner. He spent all day outside and when he came in he spend rest of the time in his room.

I wasn't complaining. The last thing I wanted was to see his face again. I was in the middle of scrubbing the large pot when Clyde and Georgie finally arrived home. Becky was shouting that her Daddy was home, a couple of the smaller children ran to the window to see. I turned back around and continued washing the pots, being careful to keep my stiches dry. I wasn't eager to see either of them. As long as I used manners and did as I was told Mama was nice and polite to me. I almost didn't want to leave her room now that they were home. At least with Mama I didn't have to worry about her taking advantage of me, worse she could do was hit me with something or smack me upside the head; I'd grown accustomed to it so it hardly phased me anymore.

When pair of arms wrapped around me I screamed and started to fight him off. Chris was coming after me now while the rest of the family was distracted. He was going to cut my wrists this time or an artery and bleed me out for getting him in trouble. The big arms squeezed me tight until I almost couldn't breathe, I started feeling dizzy.

"Whoa there sweetheart, it's just me." I felt relieved that it was Clyde. I hadn't expected him to get past the kids so quickly. He turned me around to face him, he was grinning ear to ear.

"I got you something," he announced eagerly. His eyes were wide and filled with barely contained excitement. Whatever it was he was way more excited about me getting it than I was. I put on a big fake smile and asked him sweetly what it was.

"Becky," he called out. She came around the corner and in her arms was a small golden Labrador.

"What are you going to name her Auntie Skye?" she asked. I stood, transfixed with horror. A puppy? What was he thinking? What made him think I wanted a dog? A living breathing thing I now had to be responsible for? Something I would now have to plan taking with me as well as the kids. I started to cry, big fat tears rolled down my cheeks; it was despairing. Every time I thought I was getting closer to finally escaping, closer to planning for it, something happened. Clyde laughed and hugged me.

"I knew you would love it." Clyde had mistaken my tears as tears of joy instead of the tears of hopelessness that they were. Becky handed the puppy over to me, who barked and began licking the tears from my face. She was so small and soft and fluffy, she kissed me until I had hold her away to get a breath.

"So, what are you going to name her?" I bit my lower lip, if I named her; I'd get attached. I looked up at Clyde, who was still grinning like an idiot. This had to have been his plan, to give me a reason to want to stay. I held the dog out to him.

"I'm allergic Clyde," I lied. His smile faded and all the excitement left his eyes. He took the puppy and handed it over to Becky.

"Darling, why don't you take her outside and let her run around. Let her get to know the house a little. I need to speak with Auntie Skye for a minute." Becky took the puppy and buried her face in his scruff as she hopped away with the puppy in her arms he let out a few barks. Clyde turned towards me, looming over me, using his sheer size to try and intimidate me.

"Allergic?" he demanded. I nodded as I met his gaze evenly, I felt almost sick to my stomach as I lied right to his face. It was a stupid little white lie, I didn't want a dog, and I didn't want to own it or take care of it or learn to love it. It was just another thing I was going to have to struggle with when I finally managed to leave. 

"LIAR!" Clyde backhanded me, than grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. I yelled as I collapsed to my knees; his grip tightened as he tried to force me to my feet.

"STOP! She has stitches," Emily yelled. Clyde released me and I held my arms across my chest. I had felt the pull of them on my skin, any longer and he would have managed to rip some of them open.

"Stitches? From what? What did you do Skye?" he asked angrily. Mama stood in the doorway, glaring at me, waiting for me to answer.

"I...I um..."

"Spit it out child!" shouted Mama. I glared at her than looked up at Clyde.

"I tried to kill myself," I answered, staring at the ground. I wasn't ashamed, because I knew the truth, but I didn't want him to see the truth in my eyes. Clyde looked over to Emily and his mother who both nodded in confirmation, than left the room.

"Why would you do that?" he demanded softly. He knelt down beside me, his mother and sister cleared the room, leaving us alone. Clyde took my hands in his and began pulling up my sleeves. I had avoided staring at the damage as much as I could. I had never thought I'd see the day where I was grateful for long sleeve dresses. The sleeves only rolled up to my elbow, but that was a sight all on its own. On my right forearm were multiple lines from wrist to elbow, all vertical. The other one looked like Christopher had tried to have fun and used his blade to doodle. There were wavy lines and the letter A; I'd read the scarlet letter in high school, I knew what it stood for. It made me burn with anger even more.

Clyde ran his fingers across them softly, and I felt a tear hit the palm of my hand. He was crying; he shook his head as he just stared dumbfounded at my arms.

"I don't understand..." he confessed. 

"I don't want to be here anymore Clyde. I miss my parents, my friends," I confessed, this much was at least the truth. I was starting to forget what they looked like.

"Your dog?!" he interrupted. No wonder he'd been upset about me lying, he knew I had a dog. How could I have forgotten? I nodded in reply and Clyde pulled me into his lap. I sat sideways, head resting in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

"Suicide is a sin Skye. If you had succeeded, you'd burn in hell for all eternity. Is that what you really want?" There wasn't a safe way to answer his question so I merely shrugged. If I said living here was hell already, or mentioned how I think his beliefs are wrong, I'd get punished or worse. Clyde just held me tightly, squeezing me to the point I almost couldn't breathe.

"You have new family here Skye; you have nieces and nephews, Mama, brothers, sister, and ME. You can make a new start here; you don't have to feel so alone if you just let us in."

"There...there are more of them," I confessed as I pulled up my dress slowly, not all of the cuts required stitches, and the more I lifted the dress the more I wanted to bury my face away and hide. I wanted to tell him the truth, tell him this is what happened because he left his little brother in charge of me; knowing that he had a vendetta to make me pay for what I'd done. He carelessly left him in charge and because of that I was now going to be covered in gruesome scars for the rest of my life. 

Even if I ever left here, anytime I looked at my body I'd remember; some of them were shallow enough they'd fade with time; others would never go away. They were part of me, a reminder of what they had done, and what they would keep doing if I didn't get away from them soon. I wanted to yell at Clyde, and see regret and guilt in his face upon learning he left me with a psycho. But I knew better, Mama and Emily would lie, even if I told Clyde about what his brother had done to his sister. It was my word against theirs, and in this situation my word held no significance. Clyde gasped at the sight of them and I cringed, I knew how awful they looked. 

"Oh sweetheart, I don't know what I'd do if you had succeeded." He mumbled as he held me even tighter to his chest.

"Good thing you're wife is dumb as a post," Christopher announced as he opened the fridge, shuffling around for a beer. I jumped from Clyde's lap, and moved as far away as I could. Clyde was standing and in front of his brother within moments.

"And where the HELL were you when she was doing all this?" he yelled, pointing at me.

"Working, should try it sometime Clyde." Clyde lifted his brother off the floor by the neck of his shirt, slamming his back against the fridge. But Christopher stared at his brother with cold empty eyes, and took a drink of his beer.

"You were left in charge for a damn reason and look at what you let her do to herself!"

"Well she was determined brother; hard to say no when they're practically begging for it." The last jeer was aimed at me and I felt my face flush in anger. I clenched my fists, reminding myself why it was in my best interest to remain calm, cool and collected. Clyde growled and slammed him against the fridge again.

"You had one chance to prove yourself." Christopher glared at Clyde.

"As if I care what you think of me," he sneered, shoving Clyde's arm away and turning to go back to his room. Clyde let him, punching the fridge with one last shout of anger. He wanted to fix it, to make it better, and he knew he couldn't take his anger out on me. Clyde turned back to me and helped me to my feet. 

"C'mon, let's put this behind us and go name your puppy." I knew it was no longer a request but an order. We stepped into the back porch to watch Becky throwing a tennis ball for the puppy and grinning when the dog brought it back. Clyde whistled and the dog obediently ran over to us where he picked her up and handed her to me again.

"Well Skye, what is her name?" I looked at the adorable little puppy who was now chewing on the frilly border from my dress. I knew instantly what I wanted to name her and I smiled to myself.

"I can name her anything?" I asked. Clyde grinned and nodded. 

"Then I name her Lindsey." I announced. He face turned sour in an instant. 

"That's a beautiful name Auntie Skye," Becky announced, reaching up to pet the dog.

"No, pick something else!"

"You said..."

"This is what I'm saying NOW," he growled in warning.

"Madison." My mother's name, not that I ever got to use it; but it would be something to remind me. 

"You are testing my patience wife. Name her something that doesn't have anything to do with your past life. I know a lot more about you than you think." His words unnerved me. What all did he know? How did he know it? 

"Duchess," I announced. There was no way he would know that name; the smile on his face told me I was right. 

"That's a beautiful name." Duchess had been my first dog, my parents had gotten here when I was two, we grew up together; she'd passed away when I was only 13, cancer. I hadn't been ready for her to go yet. I'd only gotten Athena a year ago. 

"Now, let Becky take Duchess, we have some other things to take care of." She bounded off gleefully and Clyde grabbed my hand.

"What do we need to take care of?"

"I've been gone for a few days, what do you think?" My stomach rolled at the thought. He pulled me down the hall and I found my heart racing. I wanted to pull away again, but I knew that wouldn't do me any good. He pulled me behind him and shut the door. He turned me around and swept me into his arms. He kissed me hard, holding me close and my knees turned to jelly. 

He kissed me like he was starving, his teeth grazed my lips as his tongue swirled around, enticing mine in a dance. When he pulled away I felt faint as his hands cupped my breasts through the thin material of my dress. 

"I've missed you every night we were gone. To have you after so many years of being alone and then to sleep alone again was pure agony."

"I missed you too," I replied, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. He pulled my dress up, tossing it to the floor, inhaling sharply at the sight of my scared body. I folded my arms tightly around my body, embarrassed at the sight. My bottom lip trembled as Clyde pulled my arms out and to the side.

"You're beautiful Skye, scars and all. " He whispered as he started to kiss the wounds on my arm and working his way down to my chest, down past to my stomach, and even further to my hip, thighs. My body shivered at the sensation of his lips gently pressed against my flesh. When he buried his face between my legs I yelped and jumped backwards.

"What...what are you doing?" I demanded. He grinned devilishly.

"I am going to taste you Skye," he replied, his voice holding a slight growl to it. I shivered as I backed up, hitting the bed frame with the back of my legs. I shook my head as he moved closer, remaining on his knees.

"Oh yes, I am going to bury my face between your folds and explore every inch with my tongue." His words had my body shaking in anticipation. He placed both hands on my thighs, right above my knees.

"It's okay darling, I will be gentle with you. Sit back on the bed," he ordered. I whimpered in protest but obeyed. He pulled down the underwear; I lifted my but enough that I wouldn't slide down. Using his hands positioned me so that I was sitting on the edge of his bed, legs bent, feet sitting on the bed frame.

"C'mon sweetheart, relax your legs." He instructed. My chin quivered as I watched him part my legs open and I felt more exposed now than ever. He ran his hands up and down my legs, caressing my thighs, causing my body to respond in ways my mind never would. Using his fingers he delicately spread my lips, revealing it all. He placed a hand up on my abdomen and pushed me so that I was lying flat on my back. I cried out when I felt his lips touch me so intimately. His tongue played with my clit as he slid his fingers inside of me and I gasped at the double sensations. He applied enough pressure until it was almost painful before easing up enough that I could feel the orgasm building. While I was disgusted with the things being done to me to the point I had to force myself not to vomit, I was also learning a great deal about body.

I moaned as he flicked his fingers with every thrust, touching parts of me that I had never even touched myself. The pressure and feeling of his tongue was almost painful and I found my hips gyrating towards him, seeking the pleasure he promised. When I hit the peak I felt my body start to shake with pleasure. I almost couldn't breathe, my back arched and Clyde wrapped his arms around my legs while applying even more pressure. When he finally pulled away my head was swimming, I could barely breathe, and my legs felt like Jell-O. He looked up at me over the length of my body and smiled, very pleased with himself. 

"You taste amazing," he announced as he stood. I felt myself blush and a forsaken smile crept onto my face. I looked up at him and whimpered when I saw how hard and rigid he was. He shoved me further onto the bed, kneeling between my legs and lowering himself to me. Having been properly prepped Clyde had no problems sliding himself into me. I gripped the bed sheets and shook my head, sure that no amount of prep work would help him fit. 

When he was buried inside me, he just held still, looking down at me. I looked away, refusing to meet his gaze. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up.

"No baby, I want you to look at me while I fuck you," he insisted. I locked gazes and he started to slowly withdraw, leaving me feeling almost empty inside before he thrust back in. I let out a silent moan, as he took his time, building me up slowly. I grew frustrated at his pace; I could feel it, bubbling beneath the surface, crying out for release. I started to thrust my hips up to meet his. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Eager dear wife?" I let my thoughts slip away as I gave into my body and its animalistic need. I bit my lower lip as I stared up at my captor. I wanted what his body offered, the seductive promises that whispered in my ear. Taking the encouragement Clyde picked up his speed and began pounding himself into me, I could hear the slap of flesh meeting echo off the nearly naked walls of our room. Any sound that dared to escape my mouth was immediately eaten by his lips. When my climax hit me my vision faded into colored spots of white noise, and as it slowly faded back to reality I was lying on the bed properly with Clyde spooning me from behind, face buried in my hair.

I buried my face into my hands and burst into tears, it had felt so good and yet I was filled with shame and disgust. What was wrong with me? Was I finally breaking? How was I supposed to remain strong? I felt so hopeless while Clyde turned me onto my back and wiped the tears from my face. How could he be so split? I was learning his moods, what made him switch so easily from the loving caring husband to the cold distant diciplinarian. 

"TALK to me," he pleaded desperately.

"I can't! You don't understand!" I sobbed.

"Help me understand, I don't want you to feel this way any longer." I couldn't tell him the thoughts that were running through my head, I knew that. But I also knew the more I evaded answering his question, the angrier he'd become.

"I didn't do this to myself," I blurted suddenly. He sat up, serious look on his face.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Christopher did this to me...your brother is sick Clyde. He has dark, twisted needs; Mama threatened to let him have me for the rest of your trip if I didn't agree to lie to you. She didn't want you to be upset." I confessed. Clyde was silent as he stared in disbelief, his fists clenched and unclenched.

"You believe me, don't you?" Suddenly it became really important that he believed me, I needed him to. At that moment I needed him to, if he cared even half as much as he kept claiming he HAD to believe me, or at least my words cause some doubt.

"I don't understand why he would do that! He promised not to kill you."

"And he wasn't trying to, I don't think. He got lost in his own sickness."

"Several of these are too close to your arteries."

"Not everyone has the same medical knowledge you do. Please don't do anything," I pleaded. He sat quietly for several moments before drawing me into a fierce hug.

"I swear I'll never leave you alone like that again." And for a moment, just a brief glimpse of time I let myself believe him. I let myself take comfort in his words. I knew the feeling of safety would be short lived, but after all the hard work I put in to simply survive, I really needed the 

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~~~Just 2 chapters left! Stay tuned to see how it all ends :D



Taken Ch. 08



 Trigger warning to anyone with self harm issues. All characters engaged in sexual acts are of the age 18 and older.

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"All set," Emily announced as she pulled out the last of the stitches. The newly pink scars itched, but I simply rubbed them and pulled my sleeves down.

"Thank you Emily, you're going to make a great doctor." I informed her, her cheeks turned a bit pink as she started collecting her instruments.

"Well Clyde says there is still a lot for me to learn but I've been studying really hard."

"Don't give up if it's your passion." She gave me a half smile before standing up and leaving. Clyde stood nearby in the doorway watching the interaction with his arms folded across his broad chest. He was there to offer Emily support and guidance.

"You'll be with Maggie today, she's going to help you gather some food from the garden, and teach you how to clean the rest of the house." I nodded submissively and he smiled, kissing my forehead before heading outside. I stood and made my way to find Maggie. I found her in the living room kissing her youngest daughter on the head and sending her to Ruth. Maggie turned and offered me a genuine smile.

"She's in her last trimester, so I offered to switch until after the baby is born," she explained.

"What are we doing today?" I asked softly. I was tired, but I was looking forward to the nice distraction. If I jumped into the work enough, I could almost forget my entire situation.

"First we strip all the beds and remake them. We pick up the kids rooms, dust, sweep, mop, and clean the bathrooms. Occasionally we fetch things for Mama, she's a proud woman, but it's getting harder for her to move around. We will help pick some veggies from the garden, and anything else that might need to be done."

"Sounds fun," I replied. She laughed and I followed her down the hall and into Clyde's room. I started to pull the sheets and pillow cases off as Maggie opened all the windows, and brought fresh sheets in from the hallway closet. We quickly made the bed together, dusted the nightstand and moved onto the kid's room. I recall my room as a child, and what I found here was nowhere nearly as bad as I expected. There were a couple toys on the floor, and most the beds were unmade, however for the most part the place was pretty clean for being a room filled with several children. The room was giant, it was more like a corridor, with beds on one side, most of which being bunk beds, and toy boxes, and shelves filled with children's books. Becky's bed was the one that stood out the most. She had her own bed, not a bunk bed and her sheets were all bright pink, her walls by her bed were covered in pictures of hand drawn animals, pictures of her family, and designs for dresses, these ones were much more appropriate designs if I were to compare them to her father's standards.

I started to strip the bunk beds, bundling the sheets as Maggie fetched clean ones. Together we moved pretty fast. I found we worked well together as we finished the kids room, and moved onto Emily's than Christopher's. I desperately wanted to take her aside and discuss possible escape plans but I was afraid of who would overhear. I decided to wait until we were alone in the garden. The morning went by rather fast; at lunch I lowered my head in prayer, even though not a word left past my lips. I ate my food heartily and helped to clean up the dishes before I went back to work. I dusted while she started to sweep and that is when I came across my salvation, a stash of keys, they were in the nightstand drawer of Georgie's room. I was alone for the moment; Maggie had left to start sweeping the other rooms. 

My heart pounded in my chest as I picked the keys up gently. They were all conveniently labeled, tractor, bike, truck, barn etc. I almost couldn't contain my excitement. I quickly pulled the truck key off the key ring and placed it in the pocket of my dress. I was nervous, excited, and buzzing with anticipation. I moved to the next room, dusting all the surfaces and making sure I cleaned with vigor. I did the mopping while Maggie went to help Mama.

Before I knew it, we were done and in the Garden picking beans and carrots.

"Maggie, we need to get out of here." She nearly froze, eyes focusing on her task.

"We shouldn't be talking about this," she replied softly.

"I don't know how to escape with everyone without alerting the others," I confessed, hoping she might have an idea.

"You can't. You'll have to go alone and bring help back. There is no way the kids would be quiet, we'd wake up someone and while there are four of us, I am not so sure what side Sarah and Ruth would be honest. They've been here much longer than me. The thought of leaving here and being back in the real world actually scares me a little," she confessed.

"We all need some serious therapy," I replied. She laughed and shook her head as she buried her fingers in the dirt and pulled up more carrots.

"I stopped imagining a life off this property Skye; I tried so hard for so long to remain strong. And now I just bow my head and do as I'm told, I have to protect my girls. If something ever happened to me, they wouldn't stand a chance. At least being here I can try my best to make sure they're loved enough, and know they're self-worth."

"I will come back though, I swear it." I vowed as I looked over at her. She smiled up at me and for a brief moment I saw hope flicker in her eyes. But as I looked past her I felt myself scowl. I watched as Christopher dragged Emily into the shed; she didn't look like she really wanted to go. I took the key from my pocket and buried it near the scarecrow before standing.

"I have to stop this," I announced.

"It's none of our business Skye." Maggie replied.

"What if it was one of your daughters? Would you turn your head then?"

"Please, don't do this," she pleaded. I shook my head.

"That's not the kind of person I am," I argued as I stomped my way towards the shed. My heart pounded with the thought of facing him again after what he'd already done to me. I cringed at the memory, but the protective side of me was stronger. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I just pretended I didn't see them. I knew what was going on, I wasn't sure if Maggie did, but I knew. And obviously whatever Mama had done to him wasn't enough. As I got closer to the shed I walked softer, listening closer and looking for a way in. I heard Emily cry out and the sound of skin hitting skin. I peeked through the small hole in the wood panels, I needed to see what I was about to walk into.

"Please Christopher, I have been good," Emily cried.

"Shut up and give me your arm!" Christopher growled, holding out his hand.

"Mama will..." Emily was interrupted with a backhand to the face.

"Tell Mama and I swear to God I'll kill you," he vowed. 

"Please, Christopher; I'm your sister. This isn't you, you're sick." He grabbed her wrist forcefully and pulled her sleeve down; I cringed at the sight of the blade as it appeared in his hands. Emily looked away, not an ounce of fight in her. I burst through the door, but only Emily looked surprised; Christopher just grinned.

"I see you got my invitation." He let go of his sister and turned around. He knew I had watched him enter the shed; he'd led me here on purpose. My stomach sank at the thought, crap on toast, this was not good.

"Let her go." 

"Are you willing to take her place?" He was playing with his blade, a sick twisted smile still plastered across his face. The thought almost made me vomit, but I stood up straighter and looked him in the eyes. 

"Yes," I answered. It wasn't a question really. Somebody had to stand up and protect the younger ones. Why was it me? I was only 4 years older than Emily, so she wasn't that much younger. But I as I stared down at her I felt courage and strength blossom inside me to a strength I never knew existed; it rose up from within and I boldly faced him. It was me because it had to be me. Nobody else was going to do it; to make change I had to be the change.

"You heard her Emily, get back to your chores." With tear filled eyes she took off out the door, not glancing back.

"I was hoping it would turn out this way. We have some unfinished business Skye."

"You really are sick," I replied.

"I know, but what nobody seems to understand is that I LIKE it that way. Now if you'd please." He motioned with his head to the spot to where Emily had stood. I glanced at the door. I could try to run now that Emily was gone I was much closer to the door than he was. But what would that accomplish? He'd just do it all over again. Slowly I walked across the wooden shed and faced Christopher. The courage that had filled me was slowly leaking and I felt a little nervous. 

"Your arm Skye," he instructed. I rolled up my sleeve ever so slowly, prolonging as much as I could while exposing the fresh pink scars. He took a minute to admire his previous handiwork. His fingers traced the slightly raised flesh; eyes glittering with his sadistic perversion. When he raised the blade I refused to look away. I watched as I felt the sharp sting of the razor while it cut a path of crimson down my arm. I bit my lip to keep my reaction muffled; he would not get that satisfaction this time. As rivers of red ran down my arm he brought my arm down to his lips, dark smile as he wrapped his lips over the wound. I looked away at that moment, stomach doing back flips at the sight of it. I could feel his lips suction on my arm while his mouth worked on drawing more blood from the wound. The sensation of him drinking my blood was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I was not prepared when he suddenly stopped and turned my head; kissing me. His right hand held my head firmly in place against his. I could taste the metallic tinge as his bloody tongue was shoved down my throat. I tried to push away but he dug his left thumb into my wound and I screamed into his mouth. 

Christopher seemed to gather strength from my pain and suffering. The hand behind my head began to travel lower, bunching my dress up as he slid a hand down my long john underwear. I used my free hand to try and push his hand away but he was stronger. I even dug my nails into his forearm but it did little, except irritate him. He moved his lips to my neck, just beneath my chin.

"Stop, touching me. This was not what I agreed to." I growled. Not that we really set any agreement; and I knew that any rules I had wouldn't be followed anyways. He bit down in response, his fingers sliding into me at the same time, almost lifting me off the ground form the force of it. I closed my eyes, fighting the betrayal of my own body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as they combined with the sensation of his bite and his fingers rolling over me. I could feel his thumb trace small little circles as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. I moaned begrudgingly, hips flexing against him with a mind of their own. Reason and thought faded from my mind as I found myself responding.

"Georgie was right, you are a filthy little slut aren't you?" he whispered as he took my earlobe into his mouth. I cried out when he bit down while simultaneously pinching my clit causing an orgasm to rip through me. My back arched against the wooden counter as my legs tightened around his hand, riding the wave of pure bliss, not wanting it to stop. As I slowly came down Christopher pulled his hands out and began to lick his fingers. 

"You cum so easily, you were made for this Skye." My foggy brain started to spin, I propped myself up using my elbows as I just stared into his deep blue eyes.

"Go fuck yourself," I spat. He slapped me hard enough I landed on all fours on the floor.

"I have something much sweeter in mind, open your mouth." I sat up on my knees and shook my head, wiping the blood from my mouth. He slapped me again; I could feel my cheek start to swell as he began unbuckling his belt. A shiver ran down my spine but I pinched my lips closed. 

"Open your mouth or I'll go fetch Emily and make her do it," he threatened. Tears burned beneath my eyelids, I'd revealed my weakness and now he was exploiting it.

"Glare all you want as long as you open that pretty little mouth Skye," he directed. My lower jaw trembled as I opened my mouth, which he wasted no time in sticking his dick in. He shuddered as he slowly slid it past my lips, using the tip of his penis to moisten my lips. He started out slow as he started to thrust in and out, I placed my hand carefully on his hips to steady myself as he took both of his hands and grasped my head. I didn't fight him; I relaxed and let him take the lead. My stomach churned at the predicament I'd gotten myself into.

Christopher started to thrust a little harder, shoving himself further into the back of my throat. I could feel the muscles in my abdomen tighten as my body struggled in between puking and not puking. I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened and he held me there a few moments longer. When he let go I gasped, coughing and choking and trying not to vomit as my head spun from lack of oxygen. Grabbing a handful of hair he forced me to my feet, turned me around and bent me over the counter, holding my face firmly against the wood. 

"Who's in charge here?" he demanded. When I didn't answer I felt a slap to my rear and cried out.

"I asked you a question Skye," he warned.

"You immature little shit, if anyone needs a good spanking it's you," I growled. His face turned red with fury and he plowed his stiff cock right into me with no mercy. I cried out, attempting to push him away but his fingers dug into my hips as he rode me.

"Don't fight me Skye, remember; if you don't take your punishment like a good girl; Emily will take your place," he sang as he savagely pounded into me. Thankfully having gotten me off first meant I was more lubricated and it didn't hurt nearly as bad as all the other times, but it was still too big and I dug my fingers into the counter as I let him use me. I couldn't imagine in the darkest depths of my mind him doing these things to his poor younger sister. Christopher pulled my head back by my hair and grunted as hot thick spurts of cum filled me. He milked himself dry and when he pulled out he gave me another pat on the ass.

"I think there is hope for you yet Skye. Now I suggest you return to your chores lest my brother come out and discover you missing." He announced as he finished looping his belt through his pants. I slowly leaned back, using my legs to support more and more of my weight. They were shaky, but held. I leaned heavily against the counter as I tried to recompose myself. 

"Stay away from Emily," I demanded. Christopher laughed.

"We both know if I really wanted her, there is not a damn thing you could do to stop me! If you hadn't noticed, my brothers and I are the ones in charge."

"Oh yah? Well do they agree with you torturing and raping your baby sister?" I demanded. He snarled and attacked, holding his blade dangerously close to my neck as he stared down at me, breathing heavily. 

"You keep your mouth shut or I will find another way to keep you silent and for good, do you understand me Skye?" he warned, lightly tracing the tip of the blade down my jugular. I nodded and he released me, running a hand through his hair and leaving me there to absorb what he'd said. With the door closed I collapsed, wrapping my arms tightly around myself, tears coursing down my face. I was shaking against my own will, I didn't want to be afraid, but I'd looked into his eyes and seen real madness. I could see the twisted ugliness inside him and it left me feeling hollow. 

I straightened my clothes out, ran a hand through my hair and opened the door. When I saw that I was clear I made my way back to the garden. Maggie was just walking out, basket filled with vegetables of all kinds. She set the basket aside and took a handkerchief from her pocket. She immediately began to tie it around the wound on my arm. She didn't say a word, didn't meet my eyes as she tied it tight and picked the basket back up. She took in the sight of me, than motioned for me to follow her. We handed the vegetables over to Sarah, washed up, me taking a little longer than usual. I didn't want there to be traces of Christopher left on me, and then I joined the children. Emily sat in the corner, facing away from everyone with her face in a book. I wanted to tell her I wasn't upset with her. But Maggie shook her head and motioned me to join the children at the table coloring. I crossed my legs and grabbed a crayon. 

"What happened Auntie Skye?" asked Becky. Maggie and I exchanged glances.

"Helping uncles with some of the farm work sweetheart, why don't you tell Auntie Skye what you're drawing there?"

"It's a dress that is more appropriate for a lady. Daddy told me how long the sleeves must be, and how long the bottom should be and I get to color it and design the pictures." She handed the paper over to me smiling. Sure enough it looked to be copied or drawn, the sleeves were all the way to the wrist and the bottom of the dress was all the way to the ankles. But she drew bright colored flowers, and different stripes.

"You still have amazing talent Becky." She beamed and continued on her current dress. I began to draw, letting my hand take control as my mind began to wander. I wondered how long it would take me to reach safety, how long would it take for help to arrive back? What would happen in between then? When Sarah called out it was supper time I shook my head, I couldn't think about the 'what if's'. If there was more waiting, I might not get another chance. I looked down to see what I'd drawn, it was my old house, complete with the willow tree in front yard and tire swing my dad had tied up when I was a little girl. 

"What's that?" Beck asked as she looked over at my drawing. Sniffing back tears I crumpled the paper and smiled.

"Nothing sweetheart, let's go wash up," I replied. We shuffled the little ones into the bathroom and helped them to wash their hands. I was holding Josiah while the mothers got the others all situated. I leapt and yelped when Clyde wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"Motherhood suits you," he muttered as he kissed the spot just beneath my ear. I wrestled myself away, handing Josiah over as quickly as possible. I made my way to my chair and got comfortable. Clyde sat down and grabbed my hand. He tightened his grip on my hand so hard I almost fell to the ground.

"What is this?" he demanded through clenched teeth, voice barely above a whisper. I wrenched my arm away violently.

"Nothing!" I replied venomously as I began to eat my broccoli. He leaned close enough that he could speak directly to my ear.

"This is not finished," he warned. I ignored him and finished my supper.

"Just what do you think you're doing to yourself?" demanded Clyde. 

"It's my body! I can do whatever I want to," I replied. He grabbed my wrist before I could pull too far away from him.

"Wrong, you are MINE Skye, and what you do to your body will affect me. How could you be so selfish?"

"I'm sorry." I apologized even though I wanted to laugh and scream in his face. How dare he call me selfish! I'd done this to save his sister from his brother. Tears flooded my eyes and I shook as I tried to control my anger. He turned me to face him and forced me to look up by grabbing my chin. 

"Stop hurting yourself, please. I can't bear the thought of losing you. I have fought so hard to keep you; I've gone against my family's wishes. Don't leave me Skye," Clyde pleaded, grasping both sides of my head with his hands. He looked deep into my eyes; i could feel the conviction of his beliefs. He kissed me hungrily; desperately, pressing me against him as he clung to me as though I would disappear. I relaxed and kissed him back. His mouth devoured mine as he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he encircled me with his large strong arms. 




Taken Ch. 08



"Please, don't leave me," he begged, pulling the dress off over my head. I closed my eyes, giving in to his advances. What good did it do me to protest? He kissed his way down my neck, moaning how much he wanted me. How beautiful I was, how precious I was. He kissed his way down to my breasts, paying extra attention to my hardening nipples. I reminded myself this would be the last time I had to feel his hands on me, the last time I'd have to endure the feel of his mouth on my body. Clyde pushed his jeans down from his hips as his cock sprung to life. Pinning my back to the wall, he pulled me down, impaling me down on his length. His hand covered my mouth as I cried out; I could taste the sweat in his skin as he pressed his hand down so hard I thought it might bruise. His other hand reached up and firmly held my throat. 

I stared at him wide eyed, his hand slowly tightening. I could still breathe, but I could feel the blood flow being cut off, I could feel the blood in my face pooling, as I started to get light headed, eyes rolling back as my vision faded. Hours away from freedom, and this would be how I died, being choked by my own 'husband'. I wanted to laugh at the irony, then suddenly Clyde grunted, giving one last thrust, spilling himself inside me, hands releasing me and I gasped for air as he leaned his head on my shoulder, his member pulsing inside me. 

"Don't leave me," he whispered, I could feel his tears and I simply wrapped my arms around his head as he sobbed against me. He hugged me tighter than a child with their teddy bear, his large frame shaking from his sobs.

"I don't want to be alone anymore Skye, I love you." He cried. There was nothing I could say that would bring him comfort, nothing that would sound authentic. I hugged him against me, and he carried us to the bed. We stayed connected as he laid us down, me holding him against my chest while I tried to soothe him. I ran my fingers through his short hair as I simply held him and soon his racking sobs turned to steady even breathing and I knew he'd fallen asleep. I felt weird and disconnected with the entire situation. I was seeing a more vulnerable side of him and it was a shock to my system. I almost felt guilty knowing what I had planned. The very thing he'd spent the last hour begging me not to do, I was about to commit.

As slowly as I thought possible I started to untangle myself from Clyde, gently lifting his dead weight limbs as I climbed out from under him. The second my feet hit the floor Duchess was there licking my toes, and I giggled as I stood and began to slide my dress back on over my head. I began to open the door and Duchess started to bark, I shushed her, but being a puppy she didn't understand. I lifted her up, holding her muzzle shut as I tiptoed my way down the hall. I was slow, testing the wooden floor for creaks as I slowly pressed weight on each foot. My heart was racing so loud I thought I might faint. Duchess fought against me, but I held her tightly. I wasn't about to let the puppy ruin my escape. Clyde was a heavy sleeper, I wasn't worried about him waking up. It was Georgie or Mama...or even Christopher I was worried about. Although I was sure out of the three, Mama posed the least threat. Without her son to hold me down I knew there was no way she could beat me in a fair fight.

When I got outside onto the back porch I felt excited, I was so close. When my feet touched the yard I started to run for the garden, digging the spot by the scarecrows feet. I was relieved to find it still there. Duchess tried helping me dig and when I stood she followed, keeping quiet. I made my way around the house and to the front driveway where the truck sat. I opened the door, cringing as the metal door creaked slightly. I threw Duchess into the front seat and climbed in, making sure to close the door enough to latch. I could always close it harder when I was further away. Taking a deep breath I slid the key in. I knew how to drive well enough I could make it. I looked over at the puppy who sat there and patiently looked at me.

"Are you ready girl?" I asked softly. She tilted her head in the way that dogs do and I smiled. I was getting out; I was going to be free. I was going to see my parents, my friends, and my room. There were scars I knew would never heal, some on the outside, even more on the inside. I turned the key, the engine started to turn over and I grinned, until it didn't turn over all the way. I cursed, knowing the sound would wake someone up. I felt panic as I turned the truck off and tried again. It growled, giving me a few seconds of small hope, before puttering out. I cursed and smacked the steering wheel, tears coming forth. I was so close, this couldn't happen to me now! I turned the engine again, pressing down on the gas, but it just wasn't starting. I knew nothing about cars; I couldn't tell what the sound meant. I heard the sound of the front door closing and I looked up and met eyes with Georgie. I quickly locked both doors and with renewed energy tried starting the truck again, and again, screaming at the damn vehicle to start.

Georgie slowly approached the window, looking calm as he stood next to the driver's side. He knocked on the window and held up some cord smiling at me. My heart sank, and I started to cry; there really was no way out. 

"Come out of the truck Skye." He crooked his finger at me. I shook my head, Duchess, sensing my emotions, moved closer and started to lick my hand. 

"Listen, open the door and come out of your own accord and I promise to show a smidge of mercy." 

"You knew all along, didn't you?" I asked. 

"Do you honestly think you could take a spare key out of my bedroom and I wouldn't notice?" I had been so caught up with my excitement I hadn't honestly given it any thought, I'd been so carried away with the thought of freedom. I pressed my palm to my forehead, I was an idiot. How could I be so stupid? I cursed again, pounding my fist against the dashboard. 

"Skye, if I have to break my own window to pull your ass out of there, I will. But I swear to the Lord all mighty if I do your punishment will be ten times worse," Georgie warned. My lower lip trembled as I cried.

"PLEASE, I just want to go home." Georgie shook his head, took off his shirt, wrapping it around his fist and in one swift movement slammed his hand into the windshield. It shattered, covering me with glass as he reached in, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking me out of the truck like a rag doll, dropping me on the ground. 

"I think I should just save us all the trouble and kill you now. Nobody would blame me, Clyde would be upset at first, but he'd get over it soon." Georgie kneeled down beside me, I attempted to roll away but he was faster, sliding a leg over my body and straddling my waist. I heard the dog barking madly as she leapt from the truck and ran at Georgie. She yapped at his hand, biting his fingers as he swatted her away, only making her more aggressive. Growing frustrated he picked her up, squeezing her in his arms, she yelped and whimpered as she tried to wiggle free.

"Stupid mutt!" he growled, grabbing her muzzle; there was a snap and Duchess stopped moving. He tossed her aside, and I could tell from her still form that she wasn't breathing anymore. He'd just killed my dog, I knew it. From the moment Clyde had brought her home I just knew this would happen.

"Go ahead, just do it," I replied. There really was no way out, they were always one step ahead of me. I didn't fight Georgie as he leaned forward and wrapped both his hands around my neck. I relaxed in his grip, that moment the thought of death seemed to be the better option. I was tired, tired of fighting, tired of the abuse, tired of it all. Georgie squeezed so hard it hurt; he cut off not only my blood flow but my oxygen. While I had already resigned myself to my new fate, my body started to fight out of reflex. Georgie stared down at me, cold empty eyes boring into mine as he watched the life drain from my face. As spots danced in my vision I welcomed the darkness, peaceful and at ease at last. Then suddenly the weight was off me, I was gasping for air, vision returning as I looked over to see Clyde and Georgie in a wrestling match.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Clyde demanded, slamming Georgie against the floor.

"She was trying to escape dumbass. She stole a key from my goddamn room." Clyde looked over at me, frowning.

"You can't punish her," Clyde argued.

"Why the hell not?"

"It's been 7 weeks, and she hasn't bled." Clyde replied with ease. Had it really been 7 weeks since they'd kidnapped me? 7 weeks of abuse, rape and torture...7 weeks and...oh shit! He couldn't be right. It was the stress. It had to be the extra stress, I also haven't been eating as much as I was used to, and malnutrition was known to make that later than usual.

"Have you tested her yet?" demanded Georgie.

"I was waiting until I was absolutely sure." He shoved Clyde away, than stood, brushing the dirt from his sweats, shaking his head.

"So the little bitch escapes punishment again?"

"You know the rules. When with child they are not to be touched." Georgie rotated his head, cracking his neck as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine; she can't be punished. But someone will pay!" He stomped his way into the house. Clyde stood and leaned against the truck.

"I ..." he held up a hand and stopped me.

"I don't want to hear any apologies or excuses," he objected. I rolled onto my side and crawled my way to Duchess. I reached out a tentative hand to pet her still form. I hadn't even wanted her in the first fucking place. Clyde continued to stare down at me, shaking his head, going through some internal struggle. Suddenly the door opened and Georgie was pulling Maggie outside, one hand wrapped firmly around her upper arm.

"Wh-wh-what are you doing?" I demanded.

"Since you cannot be punished, I will punish Maggie. After all you were under her supervision when you stole he key, were you not?" Maggie stared down at her feet submissively, already awaiting for her fate.

"She had nothing to do with it," I protested.

"AH, but it was her responsibility to watch over you. And since you cannot be punished, someone has to suffer the consequences." I scrambled to my feet as Georgie started to remove his belt. Maggie stood still with her head bowed and waited. Before I could reach them Clyde wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground.

"It is none of your business Skye." I thrashed around, kicking, screaming, biting, I thrust my head back hoping to connect with his face but he didn't let go. Georgie started to whip Maggie, who stood there, never looking up or begging or protesting. She took the abuse silently, even when her legs gave out and she fell to all fours. I screamed, not caring who I woke. I threatened, than pleaded, than begged; but Georgie kept beating Maggie until she couldn't even hold herself up off the ground. Blood soaked through the back of her dress as Georgie dropped his belt and wiped the sweat from his brow. Maggie was still breathing but she was unconscious now. I sagged against Clyde, throat hoarse as I cried, apologizing to Maggie, even though she could no longer hear me. This was my fault, I mind as well have beat her myself.

When Clyde finally released his grip I crawled over to her, lifting her face off the ground as I pulled her into my lap. 

"Maggie, please; I'm sorry," I whispered as I smoothed the hair from her face. From the first day she'd been nothing but kind and patient and I'd just gotten her the beating of a lifetime. Georgie sat down on the porch; catching his breath as though he'd just gone through a vigorous work out. I glared at him and Clyde as I held the limp form of Maggie in my arms; they were going to suffer. As long as they were breathing, I'd never make it off this farm. And neither would any of the others. There was only one way to solve that. I was going to have to kill them, each and every one of them, and it wouldn't be quick, painless or pretty. They were going to suffer, all of them. I stared at the ground as I held Maggie against me and plotted my revenge.



Taken Ch. 09



 This is my first time publishing, and the comments, even some of the negative, have been really helpful. thanks for reading, thanks for commenting.

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Georgie leaned his head against the wooden balcony, sweat dripping from his brow as he tried to catch his breath and Clyde leaned back against the truck.

"Why didn't you just tell me? I could have dealt with her accordingly."

"How could I be sure it was your wife? I mean, I was pretty sure, but it wouldn't surprise me if one of my wives did it and hoped she'd get blamed. Women are conniving little bitches." Georgie muttered disdainfully. 

"I need your help brother; I don't know what else to do," Clyde announced in defeat, a moment of pure vulnerability. 

"It's late now brother, we can discuss it in the morning." Clyde nodded and pushed himself off the truck.

"C'mon Skye."

"No."

"While you cannot take a whooping', there are punishments I can bestow that won't harm the baby."

"As if the safety of a mere parasite concerns me; I will not carry any spawn of yours to term." I spat. I'd toss myself down a flight of stairs first. Growling in frustration he came closer and grabbed my bicep.

"Either you stand or I'll pick you up and let Maggie drop." He warned. I kissed her forehead and set her back down guilt knotting my stomach, as I wiped the blood off on my dress. 

Would she forgive me? I wished he'd just killed me and gotten it over with. I wiped my eyes furiously, sniffled a little and stood. I thought he was going to take me inside; instead he picked up Duchess, handed the empty furry body to me and motioned I follow him. Holding her...what used to be her, it almost looked as though she was asleep. I stared down at her, willing her to move to open her eyes and bark, anything. But I'd heard the sickening crunch of her bones when Georgie snapped her head, and all because she had been protecting me. Not like she was even hurting him, just irritating. 

"You will be the one to bury her," Clyde announced as we stopped at the she where he grabbed a shovel. We walked to the edge of the property, near the woods and he handed me the shovel. I grabbed it in both hands and stared down at the ground for what felt like forever. 

"Hole ain't gonna dig itself!" Clyde announced. I held it a moment longer and then I swung it at him, missing by mere inches. He grabbed the shovel and ripped it out of my hands.

"Now you get to dig the hole with your hands! Needs to be a deep hole Skye, don't need any coyotes digging her up." I wasn't accustomed to manual labor, but I glared and kneeled, and started using my fingers to break into the dirt. Once I'd broken through the tough surface, the rest wasn't so hard. I could feel my dirt gathering under my nails and my fingers ached by the time I got a foot into the ground. But Clyde stood there and watched me as I struggled to dig deeper, fingers getting raw.

I started sweating and wiped my forehead off on my sleeve. My hands protested but I kept digging, taking my anger out on the soil. When the hole reached 3ft deep Clyde took his shirt off and tossed it at me. Moonlight almost reflected off his naked chest.

"Wrap her up good," he instructed. I felt almost numb, except for the throbbing in my hands. I curled her up on the shirt and wrapped it up tight. Silent tears escaped my already swollen, red puffy eyes. My throat felt raw, screaming like that after being choked hadn't helped either. I sighed as I gently placed Duchess in the hole and covered her with the dirt, while apologizing for getting her killed. Clyde helped me to my feet and led me into the house. We passed the bathroom where Sarah and Ruth were cleaning up Maggie. If looks could kill, the glare Sarah sent my way would have struck me down. 

Clyde pushed me back down the hall to his room. He sat down and started to pull off his belt. My heart raced but I remained still.

"You said you wouldn't..."

"It's to tie your hands together Skye."

"I have no other opportunities' to escape," I replied.

"Not taking any chances. Gimme your hands." I held them out and he wrapped the belt around them several times, than grabbed another one and wrapped my ankles together. 

"You'll be sleeping by the wall." I climbed into the bed and scooted so that I was facing the wall. Clyde climbed in behind me and I waited for his arm but instead he had his back to me. I felt hurt, just slightly and even though I knew how ridiculous that was, it didn't make it hurt any less. It didn't take long after closing my eyes to fall asleep.

Clyde woke me up with a shake. I groaned, aching from my shoulders to the tips of my fingers. 

"You need to bathe." I sat up and turned to face him. He unbound my wrists and ankles and motioned for me to follow him. When the bathroom door closed behind us he started the bath water. 

"I have to pee," I announced.

"Good." He dug into the drawer and pulled out a generic pregnancy test. He handed the box over to me.

"If you are...if it's positive, the first pee of the day has the most hormones. You'll pee on the end of the stick, mid-stream."

"I don't want to." He slapped me. 

"When I give you instructions Skye, the only words I want to hear from you is Yes Sir." I gritted my teeth as I looked down at the box. I took a few deep breaths feeling uneasy and shaky.

"Now go ahead," he pointed to the toilet.

"No privacy?" I asked, earning me another slap.

"Take the damn test!" he growled.

"Okay." He cleared his throat and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Yes, Sir." I corrected. I opened the box, hands shaking as I read over the instructions it suddenly felt real.

"I don't have to pee," I announced.

"Skye, I do know how to insert a catheter if you're going to be that difficult," he threatened. That was enough to motivate me. I undressed since I knew I'd be getting into the bath anyways, and fumbled with the foil package as I sat down. I ignored his presence as I followed the instructions when finished I handed the test over to his awaiting hand. The phrase please let it be negative repeated in my head. Fate could not be so cruel; but fate had already shown me how cruel it could be. I climbed into the tub, no longer wanting to wait anxiously for the double pink lines to show up. I hugged myself as I submerged into the hot water. 

I started to wash my hair and used the washcloth scrub away the dirt from the night before. I wondered how Maggie was. I glanced up at Clyde as he stared down at the little white stick in his hand in concentration. 

"It's probably just too early to tell," I excused. He smiled and shook his head as he turned it around for me to look, the second line was faint, but there was no mistaking it was there. My heart sank and suddenly I found it hard to breathe. How could this seriously be happening to me? What the hell had I ever done wrong in my life to deserve this? I didn't want a baby, especially by any of these me and especially now! Fate wasn't just cruel, fate had bitch slapped me and was now rubbing salt in my wounds. I felt frozen as Clyde kneeled beside the tub and wrapped his arms around me.

"You have no idea how happy this makes me," he announced. I didn't reply as the truth slowly sank in. After everything I'd been through, my body has betrayed me and conceived. I wanted to protest and deny it, tell him the test was wrong, he was wrong. Instead I remained frozen while Clyde hugged me.

"I need to bathe," I announced. Despite the fact I kept my voice emotionless, nothing I said seemed to dampen his mood. He nodded and fetched me a dress. I looked down at my body; I didn't feel any different or look any different. Could there really be a little life growing inside of me? What if Clyde wasn't the father? What if it looked like Christopher? Worse, what if it acted like Christopher? Up until that very moment I'd always been anti-abortion. I believed it was a life from the moment of conception. But at that moment all I could think of were the multiple ways I could cause myself to have a miscarriage. There were only two stairs on both the front and back porch, they didn't own metal hangers, and I didn't know which natural herbs could help so that option was gone. I could keep my fingers crossed and hope it didn't carry to term. I shook my head clear of the thoughts, I wasn't sure I could follow through if the opportunity presented itself.

Clyde returned shortly with another dress and I hurried to dry and dress, I got a glance of myself in the mirror. There were red splotches across my face in the shape of his hand. I ignored them and made myself comfortable at the breakfast table. It was quiet and I noticed Maggie's chair was empty. I wanted to ask how she was, I wanted to see her, talk to her but I knew after the night before things were going to be a lot different. Clyde sat down and grabbed my hand in prayer. I lowered my head and mumbled amen, and when it was all said and done Clyde stood and got the family's attention.

"We have an announcement." Clyde spoke eagerly, his excitement was obvious.

"Skye and I are going to have our first child." 

"Is it girl or boy?" asked Caine.

"Whatever God gives us, as long as they're healthy," Clyde answered with ease as he rested his hand atop of mine. I tried to pull away but he squeezed tighter. I frowned, staring down at his hand. There was a scar between the 3rd and 4th knuckle. His ring and pinky finger were not squeezing. I hadn't noticed before, but I could see now I'd done some permanent damage.

"Well I hope your baby dies!" Becky announced hatefully. A few of the adults gasped as everyone turned to stare at her. She stood up now, maybe a foot and half above the top of the table as she brought her fury filled eyes towards me.

"Honey, we do not say things like that; that is an awful thing to wish for," scolded Sarah.

"Better if it dies before it's born before SHE kills it," Becky replied. Before she could be scolded further she stomped away from the table, not minding any of her manners as she ran to her room. I just sat there staring after her in shock. Sarah stood to follow her.

"She's upset about Duchess, don't take it personal," Sarah explained, and then she was gone.

"But I didn't kill Duchess," I announced in bewilderment. I was almost a little hurt; I liked Becky, always so sweet and chipper.

"You trying to leave resulted in her death; if you were a good and obedient wife, it would have never happened," Georgie answered. His words burned, that was how Becky probably saw it too; and would continue to understand it in that way until they were free. 

"You're the bastard who snapped her neck!" I protested.

"Which I wouldn't have had to do, if you knew your place and stayed in it," he growled. He stood, breakfast already done and made his way out the back door, letting it slam shut behind him.

Clyde dished me a hefty plate but I shook my head.

"I am not hungry," I announced.

"I didn't ask if you were. You're eating for two, now eat." He ordered.

"No." I replied, voice barely above a whisper. Clyde rested his hand on my knee, fingers digging into my flesh. I had to bite down to prevent crying out.

"Do not disobey me again Skye; eat!" He squeezed until dark spots danced in my vision as I struggled to remain conscious. I grabbed a piece of toast and took a small bite. His gripped loosened enough I could breathe again.

"Good girl, remember to eat it all," he ordered. I deliberately took my time in eating it just to spite him. It wasn't that the food was awful or that I wasn't really hungry. I was just done with being told what to do, with having someone else lead my life for me. I knew before long I was going to go insane and if I didn't kill myself one of them would finally have enough and do it for me. 

"C'mon, you work with me today," Clyde announced.

"If I refuse?"

"Thank I shall spank you like the insolent child you are," he growled as he stepped closer. He held out his hand and stared me down. I gave him mine and let him pull me outside and towards the barn. At first I thought perhaps he was going to chain me up in the stall again, at this point I would have welcomed it. Instead he stopped outside at the side of the barn and started pulling out buckets from the shed. Inside were a few different brushes and a couple weird objects I'd never seen before.

Clyde disappeared inside but not before chaining me to a pole, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. When he returned he brought a horse in tow, she was a tan horse with a few white spots and dark brown mane and tail. 

"This is Ethel," he introduced as he tied her loosely to a nearby piece of wood. He slapped a brush in my hand and pulled out a similar one from the other bucket. He put his on by squeezing his hand in under the band.

"Just going to rub her down with this curry comb, want to move like this in a circular motion. This helps get off all the loose hair and dirt. It's good for her coat and helps keep her healthy. I want you to finish this side while I do the other." I reached out tenderly, hand shaking a little. I'd never seen a horse up close before; I stood in awe of its massive size. The horse allowed me to brush her and when I was finished I could already tell the difference. The next brush he handed me had stiff bristles.

"Got to brush her down in the same direction as her hair, but don't mess with her underside. I don't want you doing that until she's more comfortable around you," he instructed. Ethel stood calmly while we groomed her; I found the motion soothing myself.

"While we're brushing her, we want to be on the lookout for any scratches, bumps, wounds anything out of the ordinary really. Most the other horses leave Ethel alone, but sometimes the horses can get caught in the sticker bushes and we want them to stay in good health." I could feel the large taught muscles beneath the palm of my hand and it was amazing feeling just be near her. When Clyde was satisfied with our work he handed me a third brush and instructed me to brush her mane while he brushed her tail.  

"Sometimes the girls come out and braid their tales, helps keep them from tangling." When Ethel was all brushed Clyde pulled out a small metal object with one hook at the end.

"This is a hoof pick; we use it to get out all and any small debris from their hoofs. But this isn't a job for you yet." He set to work cleaning all of her hooves than exchanged her for another horse. 5 horses later and it was finally lunch time. My shoulders burned and my entire arms ached. It wasn't easy work that much I could tell. I could also have better understand why Clyde and Georgie had such big arms. I didn't fight eating, I was too ravenous. After lunch Clyde and I stayed and gathered all the scraps plus the bucket beneath the sink.

"The pigs eat mostly vegetable scraps and pellets. We have to un-muck the stalls, lay fresh hay down too." The pen was behind the barn and we set down our buckets. I followed Clyde to the shed where he gathered a pitchfork, wheelbarrow and gas fueled pressure washer. There were elbow long rubber gloves and a long bristle scrub brush. The pen was 30x15ft. There were 2 boars and 3 sows with maybe a dozen piglets or so. 

"We start with the water troughs." Clyde lifted it and carried it outside the pen. He dumped out all the water and had me scrub the inside. I pushed past the pain and scrubbed until I was pretty sure my arms would fall off. He refused to allow me to use the pitchfork so I was in charge of scrubbing the pigs down. Sally was my favorite; every time I touched her with the sponge she squealed and tried to get away. Time went by fast; when he rinsed out the water touches and filled them up I replaced the hay and pellets. The smell of the pen was strong, but I pushed through it and earned myself a kiss from Harry, the oldest boar. I giggled when he shoved his cold wet snout against me.

"He likes you," Clyde announced. I scratched the boar right between his ears and he snuffled in appreciation. Once the pen was clean we fed the chickens, the cows and the turkeys.

"Do you have to do this every day?" I asked Clyde.

"The major cleaning, we do twice a week. But I schedule it so that I don't have to clean all the cages the same day. Spread out the work. The smaller kids collect the eggs, Georgie butchers them if we need meat and Christopher does odds and ends around the farm. 

"Are the crops how you guys make money?"

"It helps us get by. We try to do as much ourselves as possible, the way the lord intended us to do, but we do have a few luxuries. Although once I get another wife Georgie will be starting his own farm. We have some cousins coming in a few weeks to help us build it."

"C-c-cousins?" I stammered.

"Did you think this was the extent of my family?"

"How...how many people?" 

"I have 12 uncles and 5 aunts biologically. I have over 100 cousins." My stomach suddenly felt really queasy.

"Do they live close?"

"Some, you'll meet most of them in a few weeks, we're going to have a grand BBQ." When our chores were done he unchained my ankle. I honestly thought it was more work to have to keep moving the chain, but it was him doing the work.

Dinner was delicious chicken and rice and I was asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.

If had thought I was a prisoner before, it became a whole lot worse. With the impending visit of the cousins, Clyde was cracking down with zero tolerance for even a sarcastic sigh. I spent most my day with reddened cheeks and whatever flesh he could hit without risking damage to the fetus. I found referring to it as another entity helped me cope with the fact I was carrying the offspring of one of these psychos. The kind caring Clyde was gone; he realized that no matter how hard he kept trying he couldn't make me love him. But he was damn sure he was going to make me obey him. I wasn't allowed near sharp objects and I was rarely allowed out of his site. I almost preferred the beatings. They had healed and were long gone. Some of the things he yelled to me hurt, I tried to ignore the comments. Remind myself of who I was and how little his opinion meant to me. His opinion was worth nothing, but I could feel it breaking me down. 

I felt like I was thin ice and there were cracks everywhere, all it would take is a little more pressure in the right spots and I'd break completely. I was nervous and scared about the arrival of the cousins, I was stuck between wishing to die and holding on to the hope I could still make it out of there. I didn't want to be like the other women. I found that if I kept my head down and minded my manners Clyde usually left me alone for the most part. Georgie and he became very close after my escape attempt; they had nightly chats, which I could only assume were pep talks, and the thought that Clyde might be taking advice from Georgie made me shiver. Whatever advice he was giving I knew I wasn't going to like it. Any escape plan I could come up with there was always a way he'd catch or stop me.

When Maggie did finally leave her room it was almost a week later, most of her swollen face had returned to normal size, but it was still much discolored. She didn't speak; she didn't look at me or anyone besides her children and husband. I stared at her, begging her with my thoughts to just look at me. Even if she didn't forgive me, if she hated me passionately I wanted to know. But she never did. I fell into a routine, mornings Clyde woke me up, we would dress in our farm work clothes, he'd actually bought me some on his last trip into town, and then we'd eat a hearty breakfast before setting out to work. I tried to focus on my tasks, enjoying the company of the animals. Henry became like my little buddy, he'd follow right by my side whenever I came into the pen to feed them or to clean. I always made sure to bring him a couple fresh carrots from the Garden. I would kneel beside him and he'd give me kisses in appreciation. Henry reminded me a lot of a puppy. It felt nice to feel affection again, I didn't care that it came from the creatures on four legs instead of two. 




Taken Ch. 09



Becky no longer adored me; Emily stopped talking to me and Christopher pretty much only came out for chores and meals. Not that I complained much about that, he could stay in his room all the time and it would suite me just fine. At night, when Clyde would finally come in from his talks with Georgie, he talk to me about our future child; he'd decided if it was a girl he was going to name her Melanie and if it was a boy, name him Isaac. Those times I would just lay flat on my back and stare at the ceiling while he talked to my stomach. I wanted to leave my body and be anywhere than right there. 

The first Cousin to arrive had 5 wives and over 30 children. The noise level in the house went up several levels until Mama chased them outside to play. The men started to unload the tents while the women helped set things up. The cousin's name was Dale, I could see some similarities in their eyes, the biggest difference was that Dale had blonde hair and seemed quite a bit older than Georgie. When Clyde brought them over to introduce me I was sitting on the porch with baby Josiah, I was supposed to be reading the bible to him while he played with his toys. I was introduced as his wife Skye and told that I was carrying his first child. Than he had to quickly explain the chains that kept me bound to the porch.

Watching baby Josiah was giving me "practice". My muscles tensed at being talked about as though I wasn't there. I hated being treated like property more than anything. Josiah blew raspberries against my forearm and I rubbed a hand on his head, messing up his fine baby hair.

"Silly boy," I teased. He giggled and I wrapped his arms around mine as I ignored the men standing around me and started to read. All of his wives looked genuinely happy, and they were all smiles and congratulations, it made me sick.

"Don't mind her ladies, she hadn't been herself lately."

"Haven't been allowed to be myself," I replied.

"Skye, don't misbehave in front of our guests now." Dale chuckled knowingly.

"I'd like to say it gets easier after the first one, but I try not to lie." His wives all laughed at his ill attempt at a joke. Clyde picked up Josiah and handed him over to the nearest wife and began unlocking my chains. He pulled me across the yard and towards the barn by the chain. I had to keep up with his pace lest I be dragged behind him. 

"Are you going to punish me now?" I demanded.

"Until you can learn your manners, you are going to stay in the stall with the other animals." Then I was alone. Sighing I stretched out, alone at last. I was happy with being away from everyone and all the noise, and the sight of the terribly brainwashed people. Hours ticked by, I could hear noise as more cousins arrive the giggling of children as they peeked through the barn door until they were shoo'd away by their mothers. My hands rested on my stomach, I didn't feel pregnant, not that I knew how that was supposed to even feel. I didn't look pregnant, but inside me little life was supposedly growing. It couldn't be sure it was even Clyde's, and I was scared for it, to grow up in this crazy family. To never know things beyond the farm and to never see the entire world away from the crazy illusion. I shook my head; I would kill myself before I let that happen. It was no kind of life for anyone. I stretched out sighing as I repeated my mantra to myself. 

I was Lyndsay, not Skye, I had a loving mother and father and a pug named Athena. And a best friend named Rebecca. I heard the barn door suddenly swing open, startling me and several horses. I stood and looked over the door to see Emily. She was a mess, the sleeve to her dress was torn, her hair in tangles. She was hysterical as she fumbled to lock the door behind her. Her eyes were puffy and red, and she watched the door carefully as she backed up.

"What's wrong Emily?" she whipped around to see me and ran across the barn, throwing herself against me in a fierce hug.

"They're going to marry me off!" she announced.

"Calm down, I need more details than that," I encouraged as I opened the stall door and let her in.

"Georgie and Clyde just made an agreement with Uncle Dale. They're marrying me off to his son Michael."

"Are you sure? You're only 14, and he's your cousin." She nodded and I pulled her over to a hay bale, sitting her down.

"Clyde just told me the news, I said the same thing. He said..."

"Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed?" I finished. She nodded and cried even more. That was a crude way of putting it especially to a 14 year old girl. 

"Said there is enough distance in our blood it's very unlikely I'll have deformed children...maybe I'm just overreacting." I shook her a little

"It's wrong and you know it. But it doesn't explain why you ran in here looking like this." Emily buried her face in her hands.

"I didn't know where else I could go; I knew you wouldn't tell on me for being upset. The night that Christopher...when he stole..." she choked on the words as she struggled to get them out.

"It's okay Emily, you can tell me." 

"When he raped me, Mama said it was my fault for prancing around like a little wanton whore. She gave me extra bible study and I was grounded. I am a good girl Skye, I do as I'm told, I mind my manners, and I pray every day, why would God send Christopher to punish me?"

"God would do no such thing. Your brother...something is wrong with him not you; and your entire family use's religion to suite their sick needs. There is better than this out there. You won't have to marry anyone you don't choose; there is freedom out there Emily. Freedom for you, me, the children and other wives...freedom from your brother and his sick needs. You can't tell me you don't want that..."

She looked up at me with tear filled eyes.

"It's all I know Skye, I'm scared of what may be out there. I don't want to burn in hell for disobeying God." I took her hands in mine.

"It's okay to be scared of the unknown, but it is not okay to live in fear of the men of your family. God is supposed to be a loving individual, right? Surely he doesn't want you to suffer. But I can't do it alone Emily. I can't escape and take everyone with me if I don't have help...can you do that? Can you help me?" I asked. 

"I could choose who I marry?" she asked, sniffling and wiping her nose on her sleeve. I laughed at the notion.

"If you even want to marry at all, you could go to a school, get a degree and open your own vet office. You wouldn't have to answer to anybody once you're 18." I could see the thoughts building together behind her eyes. The wheels were finally turning; I felt a new sense of excitement that I might have someone on my side after all.

"I'd want to marry someday, I want to fall in love," she whispered shyly.

"We can do it, but it's not going to be easy Emily; it means you'll have to go against your whole family. I might ask you to do things you've never done before and if you want a new life, you're going to have to do them. Are you willing?"

"If it means freedom than yes." I smiled and hugged her again, this time in joy instead of sadness. 

"You won't regret this," I promised. I'd have to be much more careful with my planning this time, and I'd try to have her help in ways that wouldn't get her in trouble were she to get caught. I would not have her suffering the consequences Maggie had.

"Do you know when you're supposed to be getting married?"

"That won't happen until this fall."

"Then why were you so hysterical and in torn clothes?" I demanded, no more skirting around my question.

"Christopher found out...I don't understand what is wrong with him Skye. He's like a madman, he said it wasn't fair, he'd spent so much time and energy to groom me to his liking and that there was no way he was going to let Michael have me. Said he'd see me dead first. I got away before he could...it's why I ran out here."

"Emily!" I heard Christopher, and I glanced at the barn door, waiting for the door to burst open any second. 

"Does he know where you are?" She shook her head.

"He's looking for you?" 

"What do I do? I can't let him hurt me anymore Skye." 

"Stay in here, if he comes in, I'll deal with him," I replied. She smiled and wiped her face again. 

"EMILY!" a voice called out again. I pointed to the corner of the stall and tossed the horse blanket her way. The barn door opened slowly as he stumbled in.

"Oh sweet sister, why do you taunt me?" he called out. I stood by the stall door and watched as he looked around, smiling when his eyes met me.

"Well, if it isn't my newest sister Skye. Are you being punished?"

"Why don't you mind your own business?" I demanded. He headed my direction, still wearing his big grin.

"Don't be like that," he pouted. I could tell from the stumbling he was intoxicated. He leaned against the stall door and I could smell the booze, smell so strong it assaulted my senses and I had to take a step back..

"You should leave before Clyde comes back for me," I warned. He shook his head.

"I am not worried about Clyde, he is already in bed. We have all night together." He reached over the stall door and unlocked from the inside. I had been hoping to simply distract him, I didn't fight him; I walked backwards and watched as he walked through. I led him further into the corner and nodded at Emily who slowly stood and edged towards the door, not daring to make a sound.

"You should be worried, he'll find out in the morning," I argued. Christopher moved closer to me, until I backed up against the wall. He didn't look worried, and I watched as Emily made her escape and I looked up facing Christopher. My heart was beating madly in my chest, I was scared. I knew what Christopher was capable of, I knew he was probably capable of more things than I could even imagine. 

"But we both know he won't truly care as long as I don't risk harm to your baby."

"Why don't you go sleep it off?" I suggested. He leaned forward against me, his chest leaning against mine while he pressed his face uncomfortably close.

"Why do you push me away when we both know how 

much you like the way I can make you feel?" With that his hand cupped me between the legs, my knees buckled but I remained standing. I didn't bother pleading or begging or even pushing him away. Nothing I did in response was going to end up good. He brought his lips down and kissed me, but this kiss was nothing like any kiss he'd ever given me. Where he was forceful, demanding and hungry, this kiss was soft and gentle, as if coaxing me to follow him. This time I did push him away, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand as he stood there with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"I think you honestly like it the hard way," he announced, and he was back on me. Mouth pressing so hard against mine I could feel my teeth cut into my lip. His hands shot out and pinned both my wrists to the wooden wall behind me while his knee shot out and embedded itself between my legs, keeping me from holding them closed. He brought his knee up, pressing it against me and my legs quivered. It was familiar with the feel of his body and it seemed to awaken to his touch. I hated that he had that effect on me at all. Christopher moved my wrists to one hand, leaving his free hand to roam its way under my dress. I closed my eyes, reminding myself why I led him here in the first place. I was stronger than Emily, I could take more than she could, and I needed her in order to escape. I wasn't quite sure how we were to accomplish it, but I knew if I had one person on my side it was going to make it easier.

"Am I boring you?" demanded Christopher. 

"What do you care?" His hands slid into my long johns, and I gasped at the touch of him. I hadn't fathomed how much I craved the feel of it until he touched me. I struggled to fight the sensations he was putting my body through.

"I am rarely a selfish lover Skye," he muttered, his fingers moving in emphasis with each and every word. I closed my eyes and slammed my head backwards against the wood, than quickly did it again; using the pain to distract myself from the sensations he was causing my body. Growling he let go and flipped me around so that I faced away from him, he lifted my dress up, and pulled my long johns down, exposing me to him as he grabbed my hips and brought them closer against him.

"I was trying to give foreplay to ease the pain, but if you don't want that, I am okay with it." He positioned himself just right; I could feel him wet the tip of himself right before ramming his entire length in. I cried out, raking my nails down the wooden side of the stall. He wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled my head back, while his hips slapped against mine. He brought his lips closer to my ear; I could still smell the alcohol.

"Filthy little bitch, I'm going to fuck you over and over, filling you with my cum until I'm empty." He reached around and grabbed my breast, squeezing his fingers into my soft flesh. 

"Do you understand that? You're just a slut, good for nothing except cleaning and breeding. I bet it's not even my brother's baby inside you..." he mumbled. I closed my eyes, wanting to argue. But he was right; it could just as easily be his. I wasn't sure which was worse, the fact that I was pregnant, or the fact it might be Christopher's. I didn't want to think about that, I held my hands against the wall while he grabbed my hips, fingers digging in so hard I was sure there would be bruises. Christopher grunted as he shot his load inside me, and I felt tears running down my cheeks. When he finally pulled out I slid to the floor and hugged myself tightly.

"You got what you wanted, now please just leave me be."

"Didn't you hear me whore? I ain't done with you yet, I am going to use you all night long Skye." As those words sank in I shivered. Christopher kneeled next to me and smoothed away my hair so that he could see more of my face. I turned away from his touch but he quickly grasped my chin and forced me to look at him.

"Now come here and open that pretty mouth," he instructed. I spat in his face, hitting him on his cheek. He glared down at me as he wiped it from his face and onto the back of his hand. He let go of my face and chuckled as he shook his head. In one quick motion he backhanded me, I leapt up at him, intending to wrap my hand around his throat but he was prepared and rolled me over in one quick motion while he straddled my waist. He grabbed the rope from a nearby hook and started tying my wrists together. I screamed, earning me another slap to the face. 

"If you're not willing to play with me Skye, I can always continue looking for my baby sister." I froze, that was all the words I needed to hear. My lower lip trembled as I struggled to be brave. 

"She's your sister, how could you do such awful things to her?" I demanded. He looked down at me, a sadistic shine in his eyes.

"You cannot fathom the things I have done to Emily, things that could break even you..." he replied. I stared at him for what felt like forever as I studied his face, the evil look in his eyes.

"You're supposed to protect her," I argued. I knew they had a twisted sense of family, but even Clyde and Georgie seemed to understand that family was the one thing you didn't mess with.

"I'll tell you how it happened Skye," he offered. I shook my head violently suddenly feeling very nauseous.

"No, I don't want to hear it!" I argued, which was my mistake because my confession only seemed to set his determination to tell me.

"Emily was 9; she had black hair much longer than it is now. Mother had taught her how to braid it and pin it up; but she hated it pinned up. She liked the wind in her hair and whenever she could get away with it she took the braids out. Her skin has always been fair; she doesn't get to stay in the sun much because of it. She burns quite easily you see, and it was late summer afternoon. I sat under the tree by the barn doing my homework when she skipped over to me." I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sound of his voice, the images forming in my mind against my own will. I'd never asked or pressured Emily, I didn't want her to have to relive it, but Christopher seemed so determined to share.

"I was just starting to go through the changes that make me a man, and I felt a stirring at the sight of her. I was embarrassed at first, staring over at my child sister, so young and pure and innocent. Father taught us many things as boys growing up. We knew more about how a man lies with his wife than Emily did. Emily smiled at me, asked if I'd read to her from the book I was studying."

"Please, I don't want to hear this,' I pleaded, tears forcing their ways from my closed eyes. I wanted to plug my ears but I couldn't with my hands tied. He leaned over, holding my face against the cement as he pressed his lips against my ear. 

"You WILL listen or I will find my sister and reenact it for you!" he threatened. And I knew, just by the sound of his voice that he was serious. I looked up at him, vision blurred with tears.

"I let her sit in my lap, the feel of her pressed against me through her dress. I couldn't stop myself; I couldn't keep myself from getting excited. Emily was so innocent; she actually thought I had something in my pocket. I explained to her what it was, but all she asked was if it hurt when it was like that. I told her it was uncomfortable if didn't take care of it, she asked if she could help." I felt bile rise in the back of my throat as he continued to describe how he threw his sister down and raped her right there under the tree. No fear of getting caught, no fear of hellfire, just how good it felt to be buried in something so 'small and perfect'. He described how she cried, and begged and pleaded for him to stop but all he saw was what he wanted and he got it. When Christopher finished the story he started stroking my hair.

"She's been my plaything ever since. But you Skye, while you're a bit older than I generally prefer, you have something my dear little sister does not; you have fire." His eyes lit up in excitement as he said it. The more I fought him, the more he seemed to want to break me.

"She was just a little girl," I sobbed, wanting to vomit. I'd read and seen things on TV about predators like him, but they were usually much older, overweight, balding and wearing an awful pair of 80's glasses. Christopher looked normal for the most part. In another time and place he could even be considered rather good looking. But he was a complete and utter monster, no remorse, no guilt. 

He lifted up my dress, baring me to his eyes as his fingers dance merrily along my skin, manipulating sensitive areas with his touch. He looked up at me as his fingers slid home, rubbing against the sweet spot. My body arched and I tried to pull away but he pinned me down and started ramming his fingers into me while playing with my clit with the other.

"Please, don't do this." I just wanted him to do what he came to do and leave. I didn't want it to feel good; I didn't want to enjoy it. 

"The lady doth protest too much," he quoted. I squeezed my legs together and he bit into my thigh. I cried out, the cold cement biting into my backside as I thrashed. He pulled away and smiled.

"You scream so pretty." He pushed my legs apart so that he could continue to play with me and I continued to sob. I tried to kick him, aiming for his face and he laughed as he dodged it and bit down onto my other thigh, leaving behind a neat little row of his teeth, blood seeping from the wound.

"Why do you fight me if you don't like the pain I give you for doing so?" he asked as he climbed between my legs to prevent me from closing them. He lifted my legs, exposing me to him. I closed my eyes as I felt him enter me. He slowly slid in every inch, eliciting a gasp from me when he filled me completely. He started a slow rhythm, one hand on my hip while the other played with my clit. I felt my body heat up; jolts of pleasure assaulted me as a moan escaped from my lips. He circled his hips, the tip of him caressing a spot deep within me. I felt my body, as though it were separate from my being, respond; my hips thrust against his, eager to reach its climax. I could feel the need growing, hungering for its release. I could feel the muscles in my lower body tighten as I neared the peak of bliss and then Christopher stopped. He froze and stared down at me in anticipation. My body relaxed, the need fading fast and I felt disappointed.




Taken Ch. 09



I looked up at him, waiting for him to pull away, but he remained still above me.

"You're going to beg me for it Skye, by the end of the night you'll be begging me for release, to feel me fill you up with cum." 

"Never!" I bit out. 

"It will be a long night than." 

"Godamnit Christopher!" I groaned as I shielded my eyes from the sun, the movement making every muscle cry out in pain. I was sore, every inch of my body hurt from the hours of abuse I'd fought through. He'd spent the entire night bringing me just along the brink of orgasm before withdrawing, leaving all of my senses on high; it was along the early signs of dawn that I'd finally broken down and begged. My voice had barely been above a whisper from the crying and screaming. I begged him, pleaded with him to finish. And the last thing I remembered was the pure pleasure assaulting all my senses. I felt Christopher beside me as he moaned and rubbed his face. Then he grabbed his head and swore.

"Keep it down would yah?"

"Keep it down?" demanded Clyde as he stood above us. Christopher looked up and glared.

"Yah, my head is killing me."

"Perhaps it's from all the liquor and dehydration after spilling your seed inside my wife!" Clyde growled. Christopher slapped my ass and laughed.

"Can you blame me brother?"

"What is wrong with you? Have you no fear of the Devil?" Christopher laughed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Your wife begged me, how could I resist her wiles? I am only a man." I sat up immediately and slapped him.

"How dare you! You stumbled in here, drunk off your ass and used me."

"I'll let that one go because your husband is here, but hit me again Skye and I'll make sure you will regret it." he warned.

"Enough is enough Christopher. Go take some aspirin and have some breakfast. Jessie and Joe have arrived, and cousin Hank will be here after lunch." With help from Clyde, Christopher stood and made his way out of the barn. I looked up at Clyde; his face was void of any emotion other than pure annoyance.

"Is that how it is now? I've fulfilled my duty and am free for anyone to use?" I demanded. He shrugged in response.

"Why should I really care? It's not like you care about me, why should I return the favor? As long as you perform your wifely duties; I could care less about the rest." The way he said it, so coldly. I didn't want it to, but it hurt. He was the kind one, the one who held me and wiped away my tears; protected me against the rest of his family. He'd finally realized he couldn't make me love him, his response was to cut off all emotion. If the sight of me with my torn dress, bruised, and tangled hair meant anything, he hid it well. I bit my lip to prevent from responding.

"Well at least I know where you stand." I replied. Without another word he turned and left. I rolled over, covered up with the horse blanket and stared at the wooden panel, making shapes out of the swirls as though they were clouds in the sky. I didn't see a way out, no matter how hard I put my mind to it, and every option was quickly blocked off. 

"Skye?" I quickly stood and turned to find Emily standing at the stall door. She had large bags and dark rings under her eyes, her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she looked behind her to make sure we were alone before she entered the stall. She hurried to my side and pulled out a folded napkin from her dress pocket. She unwrapped and revealed a blueberry muffin.

"I didn't see Clyde bring you breakfast, and while I know you're not exactly excited about being pregnant, you are eating for two. Don't blame the baby for the sins of the father," she pleaded, holding the muffin out as though it were a peace offering. I took it without argument and took a giant bite. I was hungry and it tasted delicious. She reached back into her pocket, and placed a pill in my hand.

"Take it, it's a prenatal." I stared at the pill in the middle of my hand as I chewed my muffin.

"Emily, where did you get this?"

"Clyde keeps a stock of them in his medical supplies." I could feel the thought there, just at the edge of my brain.

"Medical supplies? What kind of medical supplies Emily?" She looked confused as she started listing off the medications she knew off the top of her head.

"Remember when I told you I'd need for you to do something?" She nodded.

"We're going to need Diluadid and four syringes. Can you get that for me without getting caught?" 

"Sedate them? You really think that's going to work?" I nodded, mind reeling with a plan.

"Just enough to get us out of here, I just need to figure out how to rewire the car."

"Maggie knows how to work on cars, she was raised by a mechanic," Emily announced. I wrapped her in a tight hug.

"How much longer are the cousins here?" I asked softly.

"Maybe two weeks, when they all get to work it doesn't take long. They're only building the barn this time. House in a few months, right before my wedding..."

"There isn't going to be a wedding Emily; we're going to get out of here, and you're going to be able to do whatever you want."

"Where will I stay? Will I see any of my nieces and nephews?"

"We will find a way to make it work; but the first step is getting out of here. Now can you do this? We're going to have to heavily sedate all of your brothers and even your mother." Emily nodded as she stared off into space.

"Can you do this?" 

"Yes; I have to go now." She stood and fled the barn. I finished my muffin while I plotted our escape. I was just going to have to trust that she could do this.

The entire time the cousin's visited Clyde kept me in the barn, like a shameful secret. I didn't fight when Christopher came back to visit me, some nights I laid awake for hours jumping at every noise and dreading his return. I no longer had any threats against him; he was free to do as he pleased with no consequences as long as he didn't risk the baby. He'd aim for the face when he hit me, or my arms and legs. Clyde didn't even speak to me when he visited to drop off food and rinse my bucket. I knew he could see the bruises, he knew what his brother was doing and he let him. For some reason it hurt worse than any abuse I was suffering under the hands of Christopher. I could tell Emily wasn't sleeping well, but neither of us wanted to talk about it. I was pretty sure she blamed herself for what her brother was doing to me. But I looked at it more that as long as his attention was on me, it wasn't on her and that's the one thought that helped me endure it.

The few minutes Emily could steal to visit, I took time to get to know her more. Crazy family and religion aside, she was a bright kid. She was almost done with her high school credits through homeschooling program. She had a passion for animals, it started from when she was a young girl and her father bought her Ethel. Right around the time Christopher had first attacked her, Ethel had been her best friend. The one thing she had control over in life was her horse. Well whenever Ethel wasn't in a mood. I smiled as she rattled off the few precious memories. I shared a few of mine, the first boyfriend I ever had, and my first day of high school. Memories of Rachel and I, all the silly things we'd done together.

When the new barn was finished I was actually allowed to go and see it. Clyde unlocked me from my chains, and bathed me. He gave me a new dress and we piled into the back of the truck as we drove down some dirty paths. Felt like miles before we made it to a clearing, erected there off to the side was a giant identical barn, complete with several stalls for horses. It was a relief to see Becky smiling and excited again. She ran around the barn, some of her younger brothers and sisters following suite. Clyde smiled as he watched them squeal in their delight, opening and closing doors. It was a little bittersweet knowing that soon I'd be ripping them away from happiness once again. With the cousins gone, things fell into old routine. I was allowed back into the house, helping Sarah with the kitchen. 

With eyes on me that left Emily to do most of the work, talking with Maggie; granted she wasn't too afraid after the last beating, or that there was even a shred of hope left. When Emily confirmed that Maggie had agreed I told her what I needed her to do. She looked frightened, and I reminded her of what would happen if we didn't leave. Marrying her second cousin seemed to be motivation enough. I went to bed that night with renewed hope. I was nervous when we went to bed. What if he found it? What if he discovered what we'd done? I shook my head, shaking the doubts away. I sat down on the edge of the bed as took off my dress and awaited him to hand me a clean one. It was the routine. He rarely even spoke to me now. I quickly pulled it on over my head and watched as took off his day clothes and climbed into his pajamas. He glanced over when he saw me watching and smiled.

"See something you like dear wife?" he asked. I looked down and shook my head, face flushing.

"Roll over than, towards the wall. I'm going to read the bible to the baby tonight." I glanced at the nightstand drawer where he kept his bible. I felt my heart skip a few beats, of all nights he wanted to read tonight? He took a few steps closer and as he reached for the drawer I grabbed his hand.

"I-I-I was actually thinking...maybe tonight...it's been so long since you've touched me Clyde..." I announced. 

"This is true; you are already with-child. What need do I have to touch you?" I stared up at him, lower lip trembling. 

"I-I know I've been downright awful and I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Why should I believe you?" he sneered as he pulled his hand away. 

"Please Clyde; I need you." I pleaded, sliding down onto my knees before him. I wrapped my arms tightly around his legs.

"I can't trust you," he argued. I nuzzled my face against his groin, his own body betraying him. I didn't argue further as I pressed further and further against him. He groaned as he tried to untangle himself from me. I pulled his pants down suddenly and was greeted with the massive size of his erection. I didn't wait for orders or for him to protest. I took him into my mouth, all protests dying in the back of his mouth. I looked up, watching his reaction as I brought him further and further into my mouth. His hand rested softly on the top of my head as I quickened my pace, using my tongue the best I knew how. 

"I've been waiting so long for you to accept me like this," he moaned. I didn't respond, instead I continued ravishing him with my mouth, I hated myself for doing it but it was the one thing I knew would work as a distraction. Just when I started to get almost his entire length down my mouth Clyde groaned and suddenly grabbed both sides of my head and ramming his cock down my throat. I didn't try to pull away, and I could hear him moaning my name until finally he gave one final thrust, holding my head all the way down until most of his shaft was buried inside my throat, my body convulsed a little as he it tried to repel him as he shot is load, but it didn't force him to move. He shuddered at the sensation before slowly withdrawing himself from me. I coughed and wiped my lips on the back of my hand feeling a little dizzy and light headed. Clyde chuckled at the sight of me as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off. He kissed me, not caring one bit where my mouth had been moments before. He kneeled beside me on the bed and gripped me possessively. 

When he pulled away from the kiss he smiled and stretched out in the bed, pulling me in tightly next to him. I was still facing the wall which was going to be a problem, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Clyde was a pretty heavy sleeper so I just needed to bide my time until he was out cold. I stared at the wall as I focused on counting seconds in between his breaths. I'd spent enough nights awake doing it before because only when he was asleep did I feel safe enough to close my eyes. I move so slowly it felt like hours before I was able to slowly roll over and around him, I focused on breathing softly as not to risk the chance of being caught. Not when I was so close. I couldn't afford that kind of set-back. As my foot came down on the wooden board I worked on getting my other foot over him while also reaching for the nightstand. I pulled it just enough to reach the vial and needle. I'd seen Clyde do it once so I was pretty sure I could do it. My hands trembled as I uncapped the needle and stuck the needle point into the vial. It took me several tries because I couldn't get my hands to stop shaking. I had to be fast, any second he could wake up and it would all be over. I wasn't sure how much to fill it with. I didn't know what would happen if I gave him too much, I wanted them to spend life in prison, not die. Death was too good for them.

I tiptoed closer; I brought the needle down closer to his neck. Emily had pointed for the area where I should be able to find their artery, guaranteed to drop him like a brick almost. Because once I stabbed him I'd need the sedative to work as fast as possible to make sure I survived him waking up. I took a deep breath and stabbed him quickly and pressed my thumb down on the plunger pumping as much as I could into his blood stream. Clyde's eyes shot open in surprise and shock. His hand shot up and grabbed my wrist, pulling the needle out of his neck wile a small trail of blood ran down his throat.

"Skye, You dirty little bicchhh," his words were already slurred as he rolled over and tackled me to the floor. His hand grabbed me around the throat and squeezed but even as he wrapped his hands around his grip was loosening. I pushed him back and watched as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"I am not Skye, I am Lyndsay!" I spat kicking him as hard as I could in his ribcage; he was too defenseless to stop me. But I didn't stop at one, I kicked and stomped, stopping when I became breathless. I picked up the vial and grabbed the remaining needles out of the drawer. I filled each one about ¾ and carefully made my way out of the room, nearly running into Emily as I did. She looked scared, like a deer caught in headlights.

"He's out; do you have clothes prepared for the kids?" Emily nodded and held her hand out.

"No Emily, I can't let you do that. I'll sedate them, you deal with the kids." Emily shook her head and insisted.

"Becky is doing that. She thinks it's a surprise fire drill and I told her our parents want us to do it ourselves." I felt bad that we lied, but I wasn't sure it would have worked any other way. 

"You get Mama, Christopher is mine." I stared at her and nodded.

"Remember Emily, if he wakes up Georgie our plan is finished." She nodded in understanding and tiptoed her way up the stairs to her brother's room. I kept my fingers crossed as I tiptoed to their mother's room. Having spent a few nights sleeping it I knew my way around in the dark. Mama was snoring away is I approached and slowly pushed the door open. Mama never shut the door all the way, she once told me of the night Georgie had woken in the middle of the night crying and her door knob was jammed and she kept trying to break the door down to check on him, but no matter what she did it wouldn't budge. I opened the door just enough for me to slide into the room. I bit off the lid and moved closer. She had no blinds, she preferred the sunlight to wake her as soon as it rose and that was the clock she ran on. Moonlight shone in, just bright enough I could make out her old withered face and long hair strewn out. It was the only time she even wore her hair down besides when she was bathing. She prided herself of how she presented herself and she had high standards for what she considered presentable. It had been the rules of her husband and her obedience meant she was rarely punished. The amount of brainwash the poor old lady must had suffered; it caused chills to run down my spine. She looked a lot older than she probably was due to rough living; but I imagined she'd spent over 30 years living this way. 

How old had she been when her husband kidnapped her? She would shake her head at the question and change the subject. But then I remembered the humiliation she'd put me through when she'd had her son bend me over the table while she broke a spoon over ass. The awful things she said, the fact she blamed Emily when she'd been attacked. Just as the needle was a few inches from her throat something hit me from behind. I fell to the floor on my knees, dropping the needle. I looked for it with one hand while I reached back to touch the source of the pounding in my head with the other. My hand came back bloody and I saw she'd hit me with her cane. She sat up and slammed the heel of her foot down on my face; I saw bright colored lights and collapsed against the floor. I spotted the sedative just under her bed.

"You are Satan's whore," she cursed as she stood and reached for her cane.

"Clyde will forgive me in time, but I simply will not stand you living for another minute you disobedient..." her words dropped off as she looked down. I'd stabbed the needle into the middle of her thigh and plunged the entire thing into her body. Her knees gave out and she fell on top of me, crushing me against the floor but I managed to crawl out from under her body. Her body started seizing and she clutched her chest, the sounds of gasping coming from her. I watched as she struggled to breath, clutching her throat desperately. She was having a reaction or I'd given her too much, either way I stood there emotionless while she died. When the rise and fall of her chest ceased I collapsed in relief. That was one last person I had to think about. Pulled the last needle out of my pocket and took a couple deep breaths a before I stood and made my way towards Georgie's room. 

I grabbed a large kitchen knife as moved across the kitchen. If wasn't able to get close before he woke up, I had weapon to protect myself. He was the biggest and baddest. I glanced up the stairs, I didn't hear much of a noise and I had to keep hope that Emily had been able to follow through. I slowly gripped the doorknob; I was running on pure adrenalin now. The door creaked and I cursed as I opened the door just enough to stick my head through. I could see Georgie curled around his middle wife Ruth. His hand possessively wrapped around her pregnant belly. I held the needle ready position as I inched closer to his sleeping form. We were so close I could taste it. I leaned over to find his neck, I didn't waste a second as I stabbed and shot him full of dilaudid. He woke up with a jerk and I dropped the needle as I backed away. I glared at him as he threw the blanket aside and stomped after me. Unlike his brother and mother it didn't seem as though the sedative was working. I cursed and reached behind me for the doorknob.

He grabbed me around the throat with both hands wrapping tightly and lifted me off the ground. I immediately reached up and tried to rip his hands away but he was too strong. He wasn't weakening and I could feel the blood supply being cut from my brain as I started to pass out. Ruth was there in an instant, hitting on Georgie, pleading for my life.

"She's too young to know better Georgie, please don't kill her. With proper punishment she'll learn to behave," Ruth pleaded. While I appreciated her attempt, I shook my head and kicked him right in the shin. He dropped me and turned around to slap his second wife. She fell back onto her bottom as he turned back to me.

"Oh I'll punish you alright!" he announced with an evil gleam in his eyes. He turned me around with such force I landed against the wooden door as he ripped my dress open from the back. His body pressed up against me as he reached for my waistband. I knew where he was going, he'd been here before; I pushed against the wall but he was too strong to fight.




Taken Ch. 1



She was at home, in her small house in the country. Not that her place was anything special, but it was hers, and her nearest neighbor was over a mile away. She slowly walked into her bedroom, and started taking off her clothing as she headed to the master bathroom. When she was naked, she started a warm luxurious bubble bath and added her patchouli bath oil to the steamy water. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror she paused to gaze at herself as she never had before. 

She stood to get a better view of her naked body. Her blue-black hair waved softly from her head to the backs of her calf's, her silvery gray eyes shone as she looked at herself, her full breasts heaved as her breath quickened, and her copper colored skin flushed a rosy hue. 

Her hand moved over her slightly rounded tummy of its own accord and cupped her heavy breast. Then her other hand snaked up and started to roll her extended nipple between her fingers, both nipples hardened almost instantly and her breathing became even faster. A warm heat flooded her body, and between her thighs became moist and began tingling. She had never felt these sensations before and she became a little giddy. 

But the sound of her bath water recalled her to her surroundings. She quickly went over, turned off the water and slipped into her old-fashioned footed bathtub. Once in the water her thoughts returned to her body, and the feelings her hands had invoked. 

As she lay in the tub, the bath oils made her skin feel very soft, and as she tried to wash her body, one hand seemed determined to caress her full breasts, and the other hand was determined to reach between her slightly parted legs. Her skin flushed as the fingers of one hand played with her heavy breasts, and the fingers of the other continuously caressed between her legs trying to find her most sensitive spot, and once they found it massaging it with no thought as to why. Her lips parted in a soft but deep throated moan, as unable to stop herself she reached the peak of pleasure too quickly. The quick release of the tension caused her whole body to convulse in pleasure, spilling water out of the tub. 

At the sound of the water hitting the tile floor she was wrenched back to reality. She quickly removed her hands from her body and lay there for a moment, embarrassed and shocked at what she had done, and at how good it had felt. Then she got out of the tub and covered herself in a huge bath towel, wrapping her hair into a turban with a second. Letting the water out of the tub she moved into her bedroom and rubbed the towel over her body to dry off. When she felt the sensation of the rough terry-cloth towel on her sensitive skin she blushed from head to toe, thinking of what it would feel like to... she couldn't finish the thought. 

She quickly covered her body with her pajamas and jumped into bed. This was just not something she had ever done before. Exhausted, she dropped off to sleep as soon as her head hit her pillow. As soon as He saw she was fully asleep he used his powers to transport her through the portal between the worlds. He watched as her figure slowly appeared on the bed he had prepared for her. His eyes shone with lust, and his lips twisted in an evil smile as he sensed her innocence, and the erotic nature of her dreams. 

Her body was covered too well for what he was planning, so with a small gesture he redressed her in a silver very sheer, very silky night dress. Her perfect breasts were very clearly seen through the fabric as was the dark bush between her thighs. The cloth of the gown gently surrounded her luscious body and made her seem to glow and shimmer. For a moment he almost dispensed with his plan and took her right there and then. He longed to remove the garment he had only just placed her in, but for now he would simply wait for her to wake up. 

He looked around the room to make sure everything was right for the scene they were to play when she woke. The stone walls were covered in black furs and black tapestries worked in silver thread, they were there to keep out the cold, which they didn't do. There was also a blazing fire in a huge stone fireplace, with hundreds of candles on the mantle and around the dark room. Soft black furs and black throw rugs with silver magical symbols covered the cold stone floor. The bed was a large wooden piece of furniture with four posts and an embroidered canopy. All the bedding was pitch black, and the canopy was like a tapestry, also black and covered in silver embroidered magical symbols. There was only two other pieces of furniture, a large footed bath tub full of lavender scented water kept magically warm, and a large locked cabinet with magical symbols engraved all over its wooden surface, in it were the instruments he planned to use on her. 

Suddenly he realized she was waking and he quickly left the room. As he left, with another small gesture, he magically made the window and door disappear from her sight. With another gesture, and a little more magical energy, he transported his full length viewing mirror to the room, and placed it where he could see everything that happened. The scene was set, now to see what the player did when she woke. 

He transported himself to his room from outside the door. Standing in front of his own mirror, he saw within the intricately carved frame, instead of his own reflection, the scene of her room, shown in its glass. He magically pulled a chair to him and sat watching his mirror. When she didn't move he frowned. He was getting impatient, so he softly called telepathically to her, "Wake little one... Come on... Wake up... You have slept long enough, it is time for you to wake. "