1 comments/ 73660 views/ 18 favorites Taylor's Capture By: YelenaC I woke up to find myself naked and handcuffed to a bar on a wall. It was a ballet bar, I recognized after a minute of getting over the shock of finding myself in this situation. I was not only handcuffed, but I was also suspended above the floor, so that my feet were barely scraping the floor. I was facing down and could only see the wall in front of me in the dark. As I twisted to see if I could see anything else in the room, my head exploded in delayed pain. Ow. Once the pain cleared, I tried again to see anything in the room, but couldn't. It was too dark for that. Ok, I thought, how in the hell did I get here? I remembered leaving the library late at night from completing an assignment for school, I remembered taking the shortcut that I always take that leads between two buildings, and I also remembered getting hit over the head with something. And then...nothing. I must have blacked out. Ok, Taylor, I thought to myself, figure a way out of this. I didn't wear any bobby pins in my hair, so there was no way I could pick the handcuffs. Were they loose maybe? I strained my arms, pulling on the handcuffs, but no such luck. I was fucked with a capital F. I pulled my hands up to my head, and found my head bandaged and a little sore, but otherwise ok. So I had been knocked out long enough that whoever kidnapped me had had time to bring me to wherever the fuck I was, treat my wound, and then put me in this situation. Who would do that? I wondered. Who would kidnap someone and then treat their wounds? My heart sank as the answer came to me. Someone who wanted to keep me for a while. But why? I was an orphan who had little to no money, who was working to pay her way through college. No one would pay a ransom, I had grown up in a series of foster houses, moving around so much that not one foster parent had the time to grow attached to me. Before I could figure anymore out, a door opened behind me, illuminating the little room. I twisted around again to see a figure enter the room and flick a light switch. I found myself looking at a room that was probably as big as your average one-bedroom apartment. I was hanging in a harness not unlike the ones that people use to transport large animals with. It was attached to the ceiling. There was a bed a couple of feet to my right and no windows anywhere in the room. The man came in and sat on the bed. He stared at me, his eyes first roving over my suspended body before finally meeting my gaze. He was an older man, perhaps in his late 30's or early 40's. He had a slender build, and I'd guess he was probably close to 6 feet tall. He had light brown hair, and bright blue eyes. "Hello," he said. "My name's Andrew. You may call me Drew. What's yours?" His voice was pleasant, as though he were introducing himself to me in a coffee shop. "Um... Taylor." I said, unsure as to what exactly was going on. "Hello, Taylor," his voice again as pleasant as if he were announcing him going for a stroll on a Sunday afternoon. "Here's the deal. You are now mine. You may earn your freedom...eventually, if I choose to be nice. But that depends on you and your attitudes." I could sense the underlying current of power that lay in his voice. He was choosing to be pleasant, but if needed, he could take out the whip at any second. "Do you understand?" he asked intensely. I nodded. "If I'm good, then you might let me go. If I'm bad, then I have no chance of leaving." He smiled. "Exactly right, Taylor." He sat there, staring at me; his eyes roving my body hungrily. My heart beat sped up as I realized exactly what he had in store for me. I was to be his sex slave. I was to be left in this desolate room, and when he needed me, he would come and fuck me. I had to do what he wanted, or else he'd kill me. My resolve hardened. I had survived the many foster cares, most with free handed fathers and foster-brothers; they would touch you inappropriately and then when you pushed them away, they would beat you. I could survive this. He would tire of me in a few months, especially if I didn't react when he raped me. "You look positively delicious like that." He said. I arranged my face so it was blank. No emotion leaked out. He couldn't see the fear or dread that I felt. He got up from the bed, and walked over to me. He took out another pair of cuffs and rearranged my hands so that I was restrained by two pairs of handcuffs now instead of one. He made sure that the cuffs were attached to the bar so that they caught on the small metal pieces that attached the bar to the wall, and made it so I couldn't pull my hands together. He then walked to my legs, trailing his fingers along my back as he did so. He then splayed my legs and secured them so they were held open with so Velcro straps. I then heard him walk away. He returned holding a mirror, which he hung on the wall so that I could see the door that was directly behind me. He took off his shirt, his wedding band and his shoes in short succession. Then he went to stand behind me. "I want you to watch me," he said. "If I look up and I see your eyes averted, you'll be spanked. Understand?" He held my gaze as he waited for my acquiescence. I nodded. He crookedly smiled, looking all the world like the predator he was. "Good." He said softly. He looked down at my exposed pussy, lust shining in his eyes. His hands cupped my ass cheeks and he squeezed them. He licked his lips and then looked around the room. He disappeared from the mirror, returned moments later and then sat down in the chair that he had retrieved. I could see his head duck down, and then I felt his hands spread my pussy lips. I felt his tongue run from my clit to my asshole. "Mmmm...you have a delicious pussy." He frowned then, "But it's a little dry. Let's see if we can't remedy that." I inwardly sighed. Why couldn't he just get it over with? Why did he care if I enjoyed myself? If he wanted his partner to enjoy themselves, he should fuck his wife, not me. I was a captive. It was rape. I would never enjoy this. Despite my calm and cold demeanour, my mind was screaming profanities at my captor. My pulse was racing. I was scared. I felt a finger enter my pussy slowly."Why, Taylor," he said in a feigned surprised voice. "You have a mouth-wateringly tight pussy." He pumped his finger back and forth in my pussy just as slowly as it had entered, obviously savouring the experience. I watched as he head completely disappeared from view in the mirror. I then felt his tongue circling my clit as he added another finger and plunged them deep into my pussy quickly. My stony exterior did not change, though I longed to kick and scream at him for this violation. He sucked and licked on my clit as he added another finger into my pussy. He continued this for several minutes, until, to my horror, my body started reacting to his assault. My breath quickened, and I felt a tingling in my pussy as his ministrations started feeling good. NO! my mind screamed at my body, but it was no use. My body wouldn't listen and soon, I could hear a wet sound accompany his fingers as they pulled out and plunged back into me. He continued to finger-fuck me but his tongue stopped teasing my clit and he raised his head and looked at me in the mirror. "Well, that's better. Do you like what my fingers are doing to you, Taylor?" he asked. I refused to answer him, and stared at him, until my stony exterior cracked and I moaned softly. He chuckled darkly. The sound of his sent a chill through my body. "I asked you a question Taylor. Do you like what my fingers are doing to you?" he repeated. I closed my eyes, and my traitorous body whispered, "Yes." He cocked his head as though he couldn't hear me. "Louder, Taylor." "Yes." I said, but he just stared at me expectantly. "Yes, I like what your fingers are doing to me." I said. I wanted to kick myself. He smiled at me. "Good." He bent his head back down, and this time when his tongue made contact with my clit, I moaned. His fingers kept fucking me as his tongue flicked my clit. My body started moving back into his hand as it re-entered me, and I started moaning louder. He chuckled into my pussy, that dark chuckle again, and I could feel the beginning of an orgasm building in my lower stomach. My moans grew louder, but before I could cum, he stood up and removed his fingers from my pussy. I saw his eyes rove over my body again, starting at my now wet, glistening pussy up to my ass cheeks, then continuing up my back, to my strawberry- blonde hair until his eyes finally met mine again in the mirror. His blue eyes pierced through my green ones and I knew that he knew that all my resolve was gone. I wanted him. He'd teased away all of my refusal and now I was horny and wanted to be fucked. He brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and licked my wetness off them. "Mmmm...as I mentioned earlier, your pussy is delicious." He studied my face, and I knew that he could see the lust in my eyes, the way my mouth gaped open as my breath huffed out. He smiled that crooked smile again. His hands lowered to grope my ass cheeks, they then traveled up my back, around to my stomach, and finally rested on my erect nipples. My body reacted to his touch wherever his hands went and my nipples were no exception. In order to reach my nipples his crotch was pressed up against my exposed pussy and he was bent over me slightly. I could feel the bulge in his jeans that indicated his excitement. Oh, God. I wanted to cum so badly. I started to grind into the bulge, hoping desperately that it would be enough. He moaned at my movements, but then his hands were on my hips, stopping them. "Now, now, Taylor," he scolded me softly. "Did you want something?" I flushed at his question. I knew what he wanted me to say. To admit. He knew perfectly well what I wanted, but he wanted to hear me say it. After a moment of silence, he stepped back. I whimpered. He came around me, stopping to fondle my nipples momentarily. I moaned. He ducked under one of my arms and squatted in front of me. That couldn't be comfortable for him, I thought. "Did you want something, Taylor?" he repeated. Again, I flushed my embarrassment. When I still didn't respond, he leaned forward and kissed me. I opened my mouth fully and moaned as our tongues collided. I could taste me on him, and it only turned me on even more. He ended the kiss, and voiced his question again, in the same soft and pleasant voice that he had used the whole time. "Did you want something?" "Your cock," I blurted. "I want your cock." He chuckled. "Oh, is that what you want? And what do you want me to do with my cock?" Bastard. I glared at him. After a moment of silence though, I gave him what he wanted. "I want it to fuck me. I want you to fuck me." He stood up, making it so that the bulge in his pants was level with my face. He unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free. He kicked his pants aside as I stared at his hard cock that stood fully erect mere inches from his face. It was big. Bigger than my past boyfriends' had been. I guessed it was about nine inches in length and fairly big around. "You're going to have to earn a fucking Taylor." He said, his hand coming down to stroke his cock. My pulse and breath quickened again. I could feel my pussy getting wetter at the thought of him fucking me with that cock. "Open your mouth," he ordered. I obeyed and moaned as he slid in along my tongue and into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the circumcised head, now eager to please him so that he would fuck me. He moaned and pushed his cock further into my mouth. He slowly continued forward, allowing me to adjust the size and width of it. I opened my throat and he moaned and pushed it into my throat. He only stopped when his entire length was buried deep in my throat. I moaned into his pubic hair. I loved my throat being full of cock. I could feel it stretching my throat out, pulsing as he enjoyed the feeling. His cock retreated momentarily, allowing me to breath and then plunged back in. His hands came up from his sides, brushing my cock filled cheeks and then lingered in my hair as he started to fuck my face. He moaned, the sound coming from deep in the back of his throat, and it made me even wetter. If I get any wetter, I'll be dripping onto the floor, I thought. His pace speeded up, and again I moaned. "Oh, Taylor," he breathed. "Your mouth feels so good around my cock. You have such a good mouth." He was now tugging on my hair, and the sensation just added to the pleasure I was feeling. I was loving it. Deep down I felt shame, but that only added to my pleasure. I secretly loved it how he was using me. I loved the feeling of the saliva running down my chin, my throat bulging from the cock that ravaged it, and the feeling of him pulling on my hair. I moaned, imagining how him fucking me would feel. I could hear his breath coming in gasps from above me. His moans only fuelled the fire that was smouldering through my body. I loved that I was giving him this much pleasure just by sucking his cock. I felt his cock starting to pulse again, and by his moans I knew he was close to cumming. "Oh, God," he moaned "Taylor... your mouth feels so damn good. It's going to make me cum." His cock was fucking my mouth and throat so fiercely that I had a hard time getting a proper breath, but I didn't care. I was moaning too. "Do you want that? Do you want me to cum down your throat? You do, don't you, you little slut. You want to feel my cum fill your throat. You want to swallow it all down, don't you, you little cum-slut." I moaned. I did. I wanted to feel him cum down my throat. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to feel his warm cum fill my mouth and slide down my throat. "Oh, God," he moaned, as he tightened his grip on my hair. He shoved his cock down my throat and erupted. I moaned as I felt his cum fill my throat. There was so much that it spilled from my throat and filled my mouth too. I swallowed his cum, his cock still in my throat, my face pressed into his pubes. He stayed there for a moment more, and then released his grip on my hair and withdrew his still hard cock from my throat, allowing me to breathe. He leisurely fucked my mouth, as I cleaned his cock of cum. I loved the salty taste of it on my tongue. I was so hot. Sucking his cock had just added to the juices that my pussy was producing. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted it so bad. He removed his cock from my mouth, and the ducked out from between my arms. His hands caressed my hair, and then moved down my back as he walked alongside my body. My back arched, following his fingers, and he chuckled. "Did you like that, Taylor?" he asked. "Did you like sucking my cock?" I was so turned on, that my gasping breaths and little moans made it impossible for me to answer right away. But by the time that I had gathered myself together enough to be able to make a coherent response, he had made it back to my sopping wet pussy. He touched my wet opening, and a moan ripped through me. He began to caress my clit with his talented fingers, causing me to gasp for breath. "Well, Taylor? Did you enjoy sucking my cock? Your pussy tells me you enjoyed it very much, but I want to hear it from your pretty lips." "Yes," I managed between my moans, as he scissored his fingers on my clit. "I loved sucking your cock." He chuckled. "Do you still want me to fuck you?" he asked. I nodded and then moaned out a "yes." His fingers were removed from my pussy, and moaned, thinking that he was finally going to fuck me. Instead he crouched right beside my ear and spoke right into it. "You want me to fuck you? You're just a little slut, aren't you? You're just a little cum-slut who needs to get fucked. You want me to fuck you, Taylor?" his lips brushed my ears as he spoke softly into my ear, his voice so lust-filled that it sent shivers down my spine straight to my pussy. I nodded. "I want you to fuck me with your big cock." I told him, hoping that was what he wanted. "You want me to fill you up with my cock, don't you? You want me to fuck you until you cum. You want me to fill you with my cum, don't you, you little cum-slut. You want to feel my cum coat your sweet pussy, don't you? You want me to pound that tight little pussy, don't you?" I moaned continually throughout his statement. My breath came in short gasps, as his words made the fire in my veins burn hotter. I needed him. I needed his cock inside me. "You're my little cum-slut aren't you, Taylor?" I moaned again. "Yes. I'm your little slut. I'm your little cum-slut. I need to feel your big cock filling me up. I want to cum. Drew, please fuck me. I need it." He chuckled in my ear, causing me to moan. "Only since you asked so nicely." He stood and then walked and stood behind me, kicking the chair out of his way. I watched him in the mirror through lust-filled eyes as he looked at my wet pussy and then traveled up with writhing body to meet me eyes. His hips pushed forward and he slowly entered my as he held my gaze. I moaned as the head of his cock began to fill me. It felt so good, and his eyes on my face made shivers run through me. I pushed back eagerly, wanting to feel him fill me completely. He grabbed my hips to hold them still and I whimpered. "Have patience, Taylor." He said, that crooked smile back on his face. He continued to push into me, just as slowly as he had entered me. I was dying. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. I wanted him to fill me, now. After an agonizing minute of him slowly spreading my pussy open with his rock hard cock, he was finally fully seated in me. We both moaned at the feeling of his cock completely sheathed in my pussy. "God, Taylor," he breathed. "Your pussy's so damn tight. It's like a vice grip around my cock." I just moaned in response. I was so close to cumming. After a moment of us not moving, he slowly pulled his cock back. I whimpered. He felt so good. I loved the completely full feeling that my pussy had felt when he was completely seated in me. He was so big that he filled me completely. He continued to withdraw his cock slowly, until it popped out of my pussy. I whimpered again. No, I want it. Instead of plunging back into me he kept his cock at my entrance and teased it back and forth. He then dipped it to caress my clit. I jolted. It felt so good. "Please," I whispered, while I moved my hips back, trying to get it back into me. He moaned so low, that it sounded more like a growl in the back of his throat, and the plunged back into me. I screamed out a moan. He fucked me like an animal. Fast and hard, his cock kept plunging into me, filling me up. Every time I would near my orgasm he would moan at the feeling of my pussy twitching and contracting around his huge cock and he would slow down and fucked me slowly for a minute, his hands firmly on my hips to keep me from bucking my hips back wantonly. My back was arched as he fucked me, and I knew that I looked like a total slut, but I didn't care. His large cock felt so good, stretching my pussy out like it did. Every time that he would fill me elicited a gasp me and every time he would slow, I would moan continuously. "God, Taylor," he moaned. "Your pussy feels so good twitching like that around my cock." He started speeding up his pace again. "You're going to make me cum again. But this time, I'm going to cum buried deep in your pussy. Do you want that, Taylor? Do you want to feel my cum fill up your tight pussy? Do you?" "Yes!" I nearly screamed. "Yes, cum in my pussy, please." I begged him. He moaned at my response. "Yeah, I knew it, you are just a little cum-slut. Whose cum-slut are you, Taylor?" he asked forcefully. Taylor's Capture Ch. 02 I sat at the dinner table, zoned out and ignoring my parents' arguing. It was happening more and more frequently, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. Mom drank too much and was always overreacting over something, and Dad was a workaholic. Even when he was home, he had never taken much of an interest in me. So I was surprised when I heard my Mom say my name. "...Jackson with you. It'll do him some good, learning his father's hobbies." My father nearly choked on his mashed potatoes. "Alice, I'm not sure that's a good idea." "Why the hell not? He's 20 years old, Andrew, and ever since he and Sara broke up he hasn't been doing much except sitting in his room at his computer. Bring him to your poker night; it'll be good for him." Great. Poker night with Dad...fun...just what I wanted to be doing. "I'm fine, Mom. I don't have to go." I interjected. "See, Alice? He doesn't want to go. Don't make him." Dad jumped on my input almost before I was finished. "No," Mom said forcefully, "Andrew, quit arguing. Jackson, you're going. I'm not having you spend the rest of your night in front of that screen, doing God knows what, again." My Dad and I both glared at her as she walked into the kitchen to get another refill of wine. Our eyes met briefly and we both shrugged slightly, both of us knowing when to pick our battles when it came to my mother. I was pissed though. I had been planning on doing some more exploring on the smut site that I had just discovered while searching the web for better porn. Sara and I had been together for two and a half years and while my mother thinks that I'm moping around because my heart's been broken, she sorely mistaken. Sara and I had had an understanding. I was willing to be with her so that her parents would stop nagging her about getting a boyfriend and I would be able to get my dick wet on a regular basis. We were really more of a 'friends with benefits' type of relationship and when she told me she finally found someone she wanted to be with, we broke it off. No hard feelings really, unless you count my sudden lack of available pussy. I'd never liked the bar scene, but I had never liked going through all that boyfriend shit either. So until someone better came up, it was just me and my hand, jacking it to some random girl getting fucked. The thing is, porn is pretty much all the same. Especially on the free sites. Sorry, but I refuse to pay for that shit. So I was excited when I found all this written porn stuff. It was a shit-ton better than actual porn too, because I had a really good imagination and could see it all playing out as though I was doing it. Sara had always been pretty vanilla in the bedroom, and while I didn't mind it then, now that I've been reading not only all the different positions, but all the other kinds of things people do in the bedroom, and been living them out in my head...well. I kind of wanted to try some new shit. Like the idea of double-teaming a girl. I don't know what it is, but the images I get in my head from the idea of a girl taking two cocks just does something for me. The idea of me fucking her from behind while she's got another dude's cock stuffed down her throat and her moaning and obviously loving the situation gets me hard in 3 seconds flat. I realize that it might sound gay to another guy, but I'm secure enough in my knowledge that I love pussy to admit that two guys with one girls is just so totally fuck-hot. Fuck. Now I'm hard at the dinner table and will probably be tense the entire time I'm at Dad's poker game. Mom came back to the table and we quickly finished eating. I was hoping there might be a couple of minutes before Dad and I left so that I could pop into the bathroom and dry jerk a quick one off, so I could be more comfortable at poker, but no such luck. Dad whisked me out to the car as fast as he could. We were turning onto the main road when Dad turned down the music and started up conversation. "How long has it been since you and Sara broke up?" he asked bluntly. I thought about it. "Um, a couple of months. Why?" He ignored my question. "Any other girls since then?" "No." I answered, letting confusion color my tone. "So you've just been using porn and your hand to get off since then, right?" I stared at him, shocked and freaked out. He glanced at me and took in my expression before refocusing on the road. He sighed and shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry, but I'm trying to figure out a way to tell you something." "Tell me what?" I managed to choke out. His eyes flickered back to mine, gauging me. He set his jaw. "We're not going to poker." O-kaaay. " Where are we going then?" "An apartment that I keep." Pause. Insert awkward silence here. 'Why?" "To see someone." "Who?" He blew a breath out. "Taylor." Taylor, Taylor, Taylor...the name didn't ring any bells. "Who's Taylor?" He glanced at me again, gauging. "My...mistress," he said hesitantly, as though he were unsure of the word. "Your mistress," I asked flatly, staring at him in disbelief. He huffed again. "Not exactly." Silence. "Care to elaborate?" He took a deep breath and then turned into an empty parking lot. He turned off the car and faced me. "You've probably noticed that your mother and I have not gotten along for a while now." I nodded when he paused. "I took to finding other places to satisfy the sexual needs that were not being fulfilled by my marriage. Through various relationships, I found it too stressful to keep mistresses on the side. So when a man approached me and told me that he could get me girls who would be available to me whenever I needed them and that I could govern not only what they looked like, but also who they were with when I wasn't around, I took him up on his offer." "So basically, we're going to see a glorified hooker." I asked. "No," he said. "She's not a hooker. She's a girl that this man kidnapped for me so that I could use her solely for sex. I pay for her groceries, for the apartment she lives in and anything else she needs as long as she stays in the apartment at all times, has no contact with anyone other than me or who I permit and that I can use her for my sexual needs whenever I visit." He let me absorb that. "So basically, you've forced her into becoming your mistress slash friend with benefits." He thought about that for a second and then nodded. My moral compass was not exactly pointing north. If anything, it was more pointing east than north. That being said, my father's little arrangement actually sounded pretty... "Sweet." He looked at me sharply, a shocked expression on his face. I shrugged. "You get free sex without having all the emotional attachment bullshit that goes on when you have a girl on the side." He smiled at me slightly. "Essentially." I could deal with that. "So why are we going there? I don't want to stand outside a room with nothing to do but to listen to you get your dick wet. No offense." He laughed. "None taken. Well, there is no poker on poker nights so I thought-" "Wait, no poker on poker nights? How often do you go to see her?" He shrugged. "It depends on the week, but usually every second day, if not more often." "Huh. Okay. Sorry for the interruption." "Well, I thought that since you aren't getting any from anyone but your hand, that I'd offer Taylor up for you to use." I stared at him, shocked again. He just shrugged. "She's less likely to chafe and she's very fun." I liked the idea more and more by every second. "Where would you be?" "Anywhere you want. I could just watch TV in her living room, or drive around until you're finished." My fantasy from earlier came leaping back to me unbidden. Here was my chance. "You could...I don't know...join, if you wanted to." I tried to sound as straight as possible while inviting him. He stared at me, taken aback. Awkward silence filled the air. "Sure," he looked surprised as he answered. "I think she would like that, actually." "What does she like?" He turned on the care again and manoeuvred us out of the parking lot. "Personally, I don't know. Sexually, she likes it rough. Not BDSM rough, but she likes to be manhandled. She likes to be forced to do things and commanded. You don't ask her to suck your cock, you tell her to suck your cock. She likes to be talked to. She loves being called things like cum-slut and dirty little whore. The more creative you are with the names, the wetter she gets. She loves sucking cock and she almost drips on the floor when I fuck her face. Mainly be forceful with her and tell her what you're feeling and thinking. You can't insult this girl. Anything dirty that comes out of your mouth, she'll lap up and then ask for more. That enough?" "Yeah, I think I got it. How long until we get there?" "Ten minutes," he shrugged. This sounded like the girl of my dreams. If I hadn't calmed myself down while my father was talking about her, I would be flying at full mast by now. I was still half-hard as it was. Ten long ass minutes later, we were pulling into an underground parking garage. We exited the car and I followed my father as he walked to the far corner of the garage and pulled open the door. We walked through the hallway until we reached the very end. He pulled a piece of wire from his pocket and ran the L-shaped doorknob through the loop in the wire. After securing it with some duct tape, he jiggled it to make sure that it stuck in the right spot, before unlocking and opening the door to let me enter first. I entered the living room of the small apartment and watched my father close the door behind him while expertly closing the wire in the door and tucking it, so that it couldn't be seen. I wondered about this until I saw that there was no way out on this side of the door. No doorknob. He shrugged when he saw me looked. "Safety precaution." He whispered. I nodded and was able to absorb the tiny, clean apartment before Taylor came around the corner. She was stunning. She had long strawberry blonde hair, the endings curling just above where her navel would be. Wide green eyes examined me as I examined her petite form. She was probably only 5'4" to my 6'3". She was slender, toned jean-clad legs swelling into hips before tapering back off into a tiny waist. Gorgeous breasts, they were about a C-cup and suited her curvy figure perfectly. Her face was a shock of freckles across her delicate cheekbones and thin nose. Big red lips and long black lashes. She was fiery. "Drew?" She asked. Her voice, all low rasp and smooth tones, was sex. I couldn't wait to hear her moan my name. "Who's this?" "Taylor, this is Jackson, my son." He clapped me on the shoulder. "He's hit sort-of a dry spell right now, so I thought that maybe you could help him out." "Of course, Drew. Where will you be?" She asked him, tearing her devouring eyes off me to look at him. "I'll be joining the two of you." Her slender brows raised and hid beneath her bangs. "Really?" He just nodded once, slowly, taking her in. Her eyes darted back to me, back to my body. Her lower lip dropped open slightly and her breathing tempo increased. Her green orbs examined my father as he removed his wedding ring and placed it on the bookshelf that was beside the door. She wet her lower lip, her delicious pink tongue darting out as her eyes came back to me. I noticed her eyes dilate as I removed my coat. My father stepped up to her and laid his hand lightly on her waist. "Do you like that thought, Taylor? Hmm? Of having both me and Jackson inside of you?" His voice came out husky and demanding. Her eyes fluttered shut. She took a deep breath and whimpered slightly as she exhaled. I took off my shoes and socks and watched my father move his hand slowly up her ribcage. I resolved to myself, as I stuffed my socks into my shoes, to refer to my father as Drew from now on. It was too creepy the other way. "Well, Taylor? Do you like that thought?" I saw his hand tighten on her rib cage as he asked the question again, more forcefully. "Yes," she breathed. "Oh please," My dick was instantly hard. Drew chuckled, dark and low. "Good," He turned and walked toward the door. As he passed me, I heard him say, "Undress her." I approached her just as her eyes fluttered open, they fixed instantly on me. I stopped inches away from her and met her gaze for a second before slowly lowering my eyes and letting them blatantly rake over her body. I saw her breathing increase. I reached out and ghosted my hand over where Drew had laid his moments ago. I saw her chest rise with her sharp intake of breath. I let my hand settle on the lower back, right above the swell of her ass. She whimpered slightly. My God, she was so responsive. I fisted my hand in her shirts, pulling the blue fabric taut against her torso. God, her nipples were hard already. I pulled her to me and revelled in the feel of her tiny body flush with mine. She was so soft and pliable. I was painfully hard already, and she was still fully dressed. Time to remedy that. I let her find her balance on her bare feet before I slowly inched her shirt up. I could already tell that in addition to liking it rough, this girl liked anticipation and soft touches. Her shirt came off and with the movement her hair fluttered down around her. I kissed her, suddenly and hard. Her mouth was soft and warm and wet and wanting. As my tongue invaded and explored it my hand grabbed her ass and pulled her to me, grinding my erection into her. She moaned. Good God...that noise could bring Angels to their knees with lust. Her arms wrapped around my head, her tiny hands tangling in my blonde curls as one of my hands gripped her hair and the other worked on the clasp on her blue lace bra. I felt the clasp give under my hand and as quick as a flash the bra was on the floor. The hand gripping her hair tightened and forced her head back as my lips attacked her neck. My unoccupied hand found its way to her breast and squeezed, feeling her nipple harden even more. My fingers found it and tweaked it as I bit her neck suddenly. She cried out at the sensations. My dick twitched at the sound. I took a step back, my one hand still knotted in her hair. She was panting, her chest heaving. My hand in her hair was the only thing holding her up if the way she swayed unsteadily on her feet was any indication. I let her regain her balance as my eyes greedily drank in the sight of her breasts. They were flushed and full and pale with pink little nipples that screamed to be sucked on and played with. She stopped swaying and brought her head back up. She slowly opened her eyes. I had to hold back to growl of lust that threatened to emerge from my throat when she fixed on me with those eyes. They were dark and dilated, full of lust and want and desire and need. She bit her bottom lip and smirked at me when she saw my erection. "Pants. Off. Now." I growled out at her, my lust spiking at her smirk. I wanted those lips wrapped around her cock. I wanted to make her moan and cry out my name with those lips. I wanted it all. Sara had never turned me on like this. It never got anything close to this with Sara, but within 5 minutes of meeting Taylor, I was panting and growling and ready to fuck her into oblivion. She was walking, talking, pure sex and I loved it. She undid the button on her pants slowly and lowered her zipper the same way. She was teasing me. She shimmied out of the jeans bit by bit, exposing inch by glorious inch of flesh as she went. By the time she was done, I was ready to tear her panties off and take her right there, pressed up against the edge of the couch, my hand holding her head back by her hair as I pounded into her from behind. Teasing and Drew be damned. Instead I took my shirt off slowly and looked back at Drew, who was now naked, save his boxers. He had an obvious hard-on and was taking in Taylor's nearly naked form. "Panties, too?" I asked. His gaze flickered to me momentarily, before returning to Taylor. "No, leave them on. Sit on the couch and have her kneel in front of you." He whispered to me in response. I nodded to him and made my way over to the couch. I undid my pants and sighed in relief as I let them drop to the floor. My erection sprang up, tenting my boxers wickedly as I stepped out of my pants and moved them beside the couch. I sat down and saw that Taylor's eyes had followed me. They ran down my chest, past my abs and lingered on my obvious arousal. I smirked as her breathing picked up once again. "Taylor, come here." She walked slowly over to me, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. I sat back and levelled her with a stare. "Get on your knees." I told her. She bit her lip as she lowered herself down to her knees in the couch in front of me. My hands gripped the couch fiercely, wishing it was her hair that I was gripping instead. I tugged her lip out from between her teeth and then ran my thumb over her plump lower lip, spreading her saliva over it, making it glisten. I saw Drew walk silently over to us. He kneeled down behind her and put his hands gently on her hips. He leaned forward so that his lips were next to her ear. "Take his boxers off, Taylor." We were all nearly shivering, were all on edge. The silent air was filled with anticipation and it was affecting us all, but Taylor most of all. When she reached forward to remove my boxers, Drew had hooked a finger inside each side of her panties. Her movement caused them to tighten against her, putting pressure on her core. She moaned as her hands reached my boxers. She squirmed as she hooked her fingers in them, her touch brushing my hip bones and her ass brushing up against Drew's cock. I lifted my ass of the couch as she slowly trailed my boxers down my leg, my nine and a half-inch cock springing up as it was freed of all confines. I groaned softly at the feeling while Taylor's eyes took me in. Drew chuckled behind her. I saw movement and looked down to see his hand palming her over her panties. "Taylor, you are so warm and wet. I can feel how wet you are through your panties." She moaned and closed her eyes briefly as Drew continued to talk to her softly in her ear. "You want Jackson's cock don't you." "Mmhmm. Yes, please Drew. I want Jackson's cock. Can I have it, Drew?" He chuckled into her ear again, making her shiver. He then whispered more," Ask him, Taylor." She swallowed and then licked her lips, looking from my cock to my face. "Hi, Jackson," she said, speaking her first words directly to me. "Can I please have your cock, Jackson?" My eyes flickering up to Drew were the only thing that kept me from exploding on her face at that moment. "Remember what I told you in the car," he instructed. She liked talking; the dirtier, the better. I looked at her again, taking in the way she had bent over to rub her panty-clad pussy against Drew's hand and cock, the way she arched her lower back like she was in heat. Fuck, she was sexy. I leaned in. "That depends, where do you what my cock?" I asked her, dark and low. She whimpered, my cock leaked. "In my pussy. I want it to fuck me. I want it to make me scream, make me cum. I want it inside me." Fuck me if her talking dirty wasn't the single hottest thing I had ever heard. "Soon," I promised her, because I was fucking her tonight at some point, it was just a matter of when. "but not yet. Right now, you're going to suck my cock. You're going to make me cum in your mouth. Understood?" She moaned as I spoke, and ground her ass further into Drew, making him hiss. She nodded at, her pouty lips teasing me past sensibility. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her mouth down to my leaking erection. I watched as her pink tongue came out and licked the pre-cum off my tip. Taylor's Capture Ch. 02 It was my turn to hiss. Fuck, the heat felt so good. She moaned at the taste of me and her open mouth was too much for me. My hips jerked forward and I slid into her mouth. My head hit the back of the couch as Taylor and I moaned in unison. "God, your mouth is so good, Taylor. It's so hot and wet and feels so fucking good around my cock." I felt her lips suction onto me as her tongue swirled the tip. This girl was killing me. She slowly sucked up my shaft until she popped off with a little moan. I pushed her head back down immediately, not willing to let that heat and wet and, fuck, tongue leaving my throbbing dick for any length of time before I came deep in her throat. She bobbed her head, taking me deeper each time. I was gasping for breath by the time I felt my cock hit her throat. "Fuck! Taylor, your lips are so good." I moaned out as I refocused on her. God, she was a sight. Swollen, red lips wrapped around my angry red cock. Her hair was a mess from where I was gripping it, using it as a guide for her head. Her eyes flickered up to mine as I watched her give me the best blow job of my life. She moaned. Holy shit, those vibrations were intense. I looked at Drew. He was smirking at me. "If you think her mouth is good, just wait until you fuck her pussy. You'll think you had died and gone to heaven." I let her set her own pace on my cock while I watched Drew move her panties to the side to sink one long finger into her wet heat. She moaned and was stunned momentarily into stillness. "God, Taylor," he breathed. "You're so wet. You're practically dripping down my hand. All that, just from sucking Jackson's cock?" She moaned an affirmative around my cock since my hands refused to let her mouth up. "Oh, you are a little cum-slut, aren't you?" He removed his finger and lowered her panties slowly. He re-inserted his finger and added another one and slowly finger-fucked her. "You just can't wait to get his first load in your mouth, can you? And I bet, like the little whore than you are, you would love to do it with my cock deep in your pussy." Her removed his fingers and smeared the juices that covered them all on his cock. He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up in the air even further and lined himself up with her entrance. He plunged into her. I felt the air whoosh out of her as she cried out around my cock, his thrust pushing her down on my cock. All three of us groaned. "You're so tight, Taylor. Holy fuck, you feel so damn good around my cock." Drew growled out as he was bent over her. He straightened up, slowly withdrew his cock and them plunged it back in. I waited until his thrusting stabilized before tugging gently on her hair to remind her that she was sucking my cock. She moaned at the combined sensations and the vibrations released the animal inside me. "Relax your throat, Taylor. I want my cock to fill it up. I want to fuck your face and pour my hot cum down your throat as you swallow." She moaned and then did as I told her. I felt her throat relax around the tip of my cock and felt her head shift as the combined efforts of my hip and my hand on her head forced my cock down her throat. My hips shot forward of their own volition as I moaned at the feeling of her tight throat surrounding me. It was like fucking virgin pussy, so hot, wet and just...tight. I was panting even harder now. "Oh God, Taylor, that feels so fucking good right now. You have no idea." I was letting her head up so that she could breathe while Drew withdrew from her and then snapping my hips up, forcing me down her throat as Drew filled her from behind. We worked her like an accordion, and God bless her, she took it all and moaned the entire time. I was watching her face now, watching her take me balls deep in that gorgeous mouth of hers, when a particularly hard thrust from Drew caused her to cry out in pleasure around my dick. The vibrations were enough for my balls to start tightening, warning of my impending orgasm. "Oh, I'm gonna cum," I panted. "I'm gonna cum deep in your throat before I fuck you and cum deep in your pussy. Do you want that?" She moaned a response. I groaned as my hips increased their pace, fucking her face in earnest now, and she was fucking loving it. "Yeah, you're such a little slut. Such a cum-guzzling whore. You love getting fucked by Drew while I'm about to pour my load down your throat, don't you? You can't wait to feel it, can't you? Me, filling you up with load after load of my hot cum. Swallow it all, bitch." She moaned loudly and sent me over the edge when she grazed her teeth lightly up my shaft as I pulled out of her mouth. I wanted the watch her swallow it all though. I wanted to see her take my load, love it and then beg for more. I jerked my hips up and gripped her head down to my cock as I released and pulsed into her hot little throat. "Fuck!" Escaped me loudly followed by a moan when I felt her throat constricting against my dick and she swallowed everything that I gave her. My vision had gone blurry and it felt like my bones had turned liquid. Except for the massive boner that I still had. I released my death grip on Taylor's hair and watched as she gasped for air as my cock left her throat. Drew had slowed and watched me as I came, but I could see the strain it was putting on him. Taylor kept her mouth on me, cleaning my still sensitive cock all the while still moaning and as a by-product, ensuring that in order for my massive erection to go away, I would have to fuck her again, the little minx. All her little gasps as Drew's pace picked by up, combine with the feeling of her little licks and sucks of her mouth had me ready to just let her suck me off again, but there was no way in hell I was passing up a chance of fucking her pussy. I removed her mouth from my still raging erection and lowered myself to the floor beside where Drew was fucking her, hard. Her little moans and gasps had now turned into full-blown moans and cries now that my cock was no longer shutting her up. I figured that this apartment was pretty sound-proof, because if not, we'd have five more men in the room, with their dicks in hand, just waiting for their turn with her. Because, God, did she sound sexy when she was like that. I think her moans would star in my jerking sessions for years to come. I let my hands start exploring her body as she got fucked. Her moans increased as I fondled her breasts and she cried out louder than ever when my tongue and teeth managed to wrap around a nipple. She was full blown panting now, her eyes dilated to the point where the green was almost gone from her eyes. She was bracing herself against the couch, her knuckles white from fisting the material. Drew moaned long and loud and I knew that he wouldn't last much longer, so I leaned next to her ear and asked her, "Do you want to cum, Taylor?" She focused her lust glazed eyes on me. She whimpered. "Do you want to cum, Taylor?" I repeated. "Do you want to come on Drew's cock? Do you want to make him cum? Do you want to feel him shoot his cum inside you? Do you?" "Yes!" she pleaded with a scream. "Please let me cum, Jackson. Please!" I looked up to Drew , seeking confirmation that he would allow this, but his eyes were close and he was moaning from listening her response. That was all the confirmation I needed. I quickly found her swollen clit and rubbed the slippery nub a few times. I felt it started to pulse as she cried out and came violently on Drew's dick. I watched her body spasm with her orgasm while I kept my finger pressed down hard. Just as I had predicted, Drew came not seconds after her, his knuckles white on her hips, his mouth open in a silent cry as he plunged himself into her and held it there before collapsing on her back. After minutes of silence filled with panting, Drew groaned as he withdrew his cock from Taylor. He collapsed on the opposite site of her as she turned to sit where she had been kneeling previously. "God, that was hot," Drew said. We all laughed breathlessly as him as we took a minute to recover. I groaned when I felt a hand encircle by still hard dick and squeeze it. I looked over at Taylor and saw that she was staring at my cock with lust in her eyes. I palmed her breast, tweaking her nipple as her hand slowly moved up my shaft. She moaned and my other hand reached up to fist her hair. "You are such a little minx, aren't you Taylor? You've just been fucked by two guys and taken two loads and you still want more. Drew was right, you are a little cum-slut." I kissed her as my hand moved from her breast down to her pussy. My finger moved along her slit, revelling in her wet heat. I groaned as I imagined what that would feel like around my cock. I plunged a finger into her. She was so incredibly slick that it slid in with no problem. I quickly added a second finger and curled them forward while using my thumb to press her clit. She cried out against my lips and shuddered against me. "Please, Jackson. I want you. I want you to fuck me and fill me and make me cum. Please!" She murmured to me. "Get on your hands and knees and start sucking Drew off and then we'll see." I pulled my fingers out of her as she took no time to get Drew's cock in her mouth. They both groaned and I could see Taylor's pussy starting to get pinker as the blood flowed to it. I smacked her ass lightly. "You're such a dirty whore, Taylor. You like the taste of you on Drew's cock, don't you?" She moaned and I smacked her ass again, "Answer me, Taylor. Do you like tasting yourself on Drew's cock?" She raised her mouth from Drew long enough to tell me "Yes," before she was shoved back down by a moaning Drew. I smacked her ass again, pleased at the pink color it was starting to turn. I grabbed her ass cheeks and started massaging them. She moaned around Drew's cock. I got on my knees behind her, thankful for the soft carpet underneath us. I pushed her shoulder blades down making it so that she had her ass in the air and her mouth fully encompassing Drew's dick. "Oh," he moaned, "I missed your mouth, Taylor. You're such a good little cocksucker." His hand firmly guided her head up and down his shaft. I shoved my fingers into her dripping pussy again as my other hand ran down her spine. "You're so ready for me." I told her. "You're pussy is ready and waiting for my dick to fuck it. Do you want it, Taylor? Moan for me if you do." She moaned and ground back against my fingers, her wet heat almost swallowing my knuckles. I plunged my fingers into her, hard, a couple more times before slowly withdrawing them and quickly replacing them with the head of my erection. Taylor moaned and her hips shifted back, causing my cock to pop into her tight heat. I groaned and quickly grabbed her ass to still her. I withdrew slowly and plunged about half of my shaft into her. God, did her pussy feel amazing. It was tight and wet and slick and hot around my cock and I wanted more. I slid out slowly before pushing my way back in, not stopping until I was balls deep. I groaned the feeling of her surrounding me. "Drew, you were right, her pussy is heaven." I set a slow rhythm, fucking her deep and hard, while keeping a vice grip on her hips to keep her from impaling herself on me to speed up the pace. Drew was a moaning mess as he fucked her face viciously, his hands buried deep in her hair, forcing her head down when his hips snapped up. I looked down and watched my cock enter and violate her pussy time after time and felt my blood begin to boil at the sight. It was so hot, she was so hot. With her little moans and cries, how she took everything we gave her like a pro. She would be the death of me. "Do you know how hot you look right now, Taylor? On all fours, ass in the air, taking Drew all the way with your mouth as your pink little pussy swallows my massive cock. You were born to be fucked like this. You were born to be a slutty cock whore, weren't you?" She moaned around Drew's dick. "I love this view of you, I love watching my cock slide into your wet heat. It's as though your pussy was made for my cock. You're taking it all, and you're loving it." She twitched around my cock at that statement and my hips began picking up speed on their own, forcing her further down Drew's cock. Drew groaned loudly. "Oh," he breathed. "I'm gonna cum, Taylor. You're hot little mouth is gonna make me explode down your throat. Do you want it?" She moaned so loudly that I could feel the vibration through her pussy. "Oh God, so good. Your mouth is so fucking good." His hips snapped faster as his body tensed and he came, his hand holding her head still while he face fucked her. I smacked her ass. "Swallow it." I told her. She tried to swallow it all, but because Drew's hips were still going, some of it ended up on her face. She got what she could and afterwards every drop that her tongue could reach was swallowed. Drew released her hair and stumbled away to what I assumed was the bathroom so that he could clean himself up. I grasped her hair and drew her body up flush with mine, turned her slightly and lowered her torso so that it was lying on the couch. Her hipbones dug into the couch every time that I thrust into her and she was moaning and crying out loudly as I fucked her hard and fast now. As she got louder, she buried her face in the couch to muffle her screams, but I yanked her head up by the hair. "No," I gasped. "I want to hear you. I want to hear you scream my name when you cum. I want everyone to know who is fucking you like this. I want everyone to know whose cock is doing this to you." I leaned forward and bit her shoulder. She cried out and I straightened up. "God, you look so good like this, bent over the couch, cum covering you face, screaming like the whore that you are." She moaned loudly as her pussy started twitching around my cock. "You're going to come from me fucking you like this aren't you?" I smacked her ass. "Aren't you?" "God, yes! Please, Jackson, don't stop, don't stop. Please!" she cried. My hand found her nipple as squeezed it as I pounded her into the couch. "I'm gonna cum, Oh God, Jackson. I'm gonna cum. Jackson!" She screamed my name as her pussy walls clenched around my dick. Her back arched and her body stiffened as she came violently on my cock. "God," I breathed as my balls tightened. "You feel so fucking good when you come! Oh, so wet and tight. It's making me cum. Do you want it, Taylor? Do you want me to fill you with cum?" I smacked her ass and gripped her hair tightly. "Yes! Please! Give me your cum! Please, I need it!" That was all it took to send me over the edge, pulsing hot and wet into her pussy. She groaned as she felt it coat her insides. I pulled out moments later, and watched the combine juices of the three of us pulse out of her pussy as she recovered from her orgasm. Drew walked out of the bedroom, holding cloths for us to clean up with. He smirked at us. "So, Taylor, can Jackson come back to visit you?" She smiled, still dazed at the two of us. "Yes, Please." Taylor's Capture "Yours," I gasped. "I'm your cum-slut. I'm Drew's cum-slut. I want to feel it." He moaned again. "That's right. You're my cum-slut. Do you want to cum too, babe? Do you want to come with my cock buried deep inside you?" "Yes," I begged him. "Let me cum." One of hands slid down from my hip to start scissoring my clit again as he fucked me hard and deep. "Cum for me babe. I want to feel your tight pussy clamp down on my cock as I fuck you. I want to hear you cum from what my cock's doing to you." He words and fingers sent me over the edge. The muscles in my pussy contracted around his cock as I moaned so loudly that it could only be described as a scream. My vision went black around the edges as the pleasure of my long-awaited orgasm flooded through me. My pussy flushed with juices, coating his cock further. "Oh, you feel so good when you cum. Oh, God, babe. I'm... I'm gonna cum. Oh God, so good." He moaned at the feeling of my pussy clamping down on my cock and he sped up even further and then grabbed my hips tightly and buried his cock deep in me. He moaned loudly and then gasped as I felt his cum flood my pussy. "Oh," I moaned at feeling of him cum in me. My pussy continued to contract around his cock. After a minute of standing still, Drew withdrew slightly and the plunged his cock back into my pussy. I moaned at the feeling of his still hard cock fill me "Taylor," he gasped. "That was so good that I need to fuck you one more time before I go." His fingers returned to my sensitive clit. I jolted at the pleasure that bordered on pain, but moaned as the jolt pushed me back further on his cock. With one hand on my hip, pulling me further into his cock, the other scissoring my clit he fucked me with no mercy, making moan loudly. "You like me fucking you, don't you? Tell me how much you like it." He grunted out with a particularly hard few thrusts into me. "Oh," I moaned loudly. "I love it. I love your cock. I love feeling it fill me up. I love the feeling of it cumming in my pussy. I love cumming on your cock. I love you fucking me. Oh, God. You feel so fucking good." He never slowed down, just kept on pounding me with his cock and playing with my clit. It didn't take long for another orgasm to start building. "Oh," I moaned out. "I'm going to cum," I told him. "Yes," he moaned. "Cum on my cock again. I want to feel your pussy tighten around it as I fuck you. My little cock-starved slut. Cum for me." He fucked me harder than I thought possible, and it sent me reeling into another orgasm. My pussy clenching around his plunging cock, sent him over the edge as well and he buried deep into me, his cock erupting as his hands clenched my hips. We moaned together and rode out our separate waves of pleasures. He withdrew his spent cock from my still pulsing pussy and disappeared from the mirror. He returned a minute later with paper towels and wiped my pussy clean for me. He redressed slowly, taking time to turn around and savour the sight of my naked body a few more times. Once he was dressed, he sat on the bed. "Now, Taylor. Are you going to behave for me?" he asked. I thought of the fucking I had just received and about the pleasure I had gotten from it. Being his sex slave was seeming like a better deal all the time. "Yes, I will behave." I told him. "Good," he said. "Because if you weren't going to behave I would have to leave you like this and have a friend come and check on you every few hours so you could go to the bathroom, eat and other stuff. And my friend is not as kind as I am. He would take advantage of you, have sex with you, I mean. And for him, good sex involved whips, and beating and...well, let's just leave it at very rough." He paused, letting his unspoken threat hang in the air. I understood. If I didn't behave in the future, he would leave me in this harness and I would be at the mercy of his friend. "However, since you've given me your word that you will be good. I will let you down from the harness and let you roam free throughout this apartment. It's fully furnished, and you have everything you need to keep yourself occupied while I am gone; groceries, toiletries, a TV, movies and even books. You cannot go out though. As you might have noticed, there are no windows for you to leave out of and there is no doorknob on the door. Only I know how to open that door, and it shall stay that way, understood?" he asked intensely. I nodded. "Yes, Drew. I understand." "Good" he replied. He got up and helped me out of the harness and handcuffs. "There are clothes in the dresser for you to wear, they should all fit you." I nodded. He started to leave. "When will you be back?" I asked him, somewhat shyly. He grinned at my question. "I should be back tomorrow." He came over and gave me a short kiss. "I'll see you then." He said in a low voice that was filled with lust. Then he left through the knob-less door, and I was alone. Until he came back. To be continued...