0 comments/ 47181 views/ 0 favorites Captured Ch. 1 By: Celestia Gina stood outside the automatic doors of the local grocery store. She hated shopping this late, but she had no other time this week with her busy schedule to get the things she needed to keep her family well nourished. She looked up at the black sky and the twinkling light of the few stars that were visible. The night was muggy and over cast. She hoped she'd get home before it actually stormed. She wheeled the cart to her car, one of its wheel sputtering and wobbling as she pushed her bagged item. Pulling the keys from the pocket of her overall shorts, she popped the trunk and started loading in the various brown paper bags. The green store logo crinkling with the paper as she piled all the bags in. A soft shuffle noise caught her attention and she stood still for a moment. Placing a hand on the trunk she closed it and removed her keys. Turning slowly she looked around the dimly lit deserted parking lot. A small shiver ran down her spine. She wheeled the now lighter cart to the lot rack, its groans from poor maintenance still audible as it crossed the pavement. She now wished she had parked a bit closer to the rack. When she turned to head back to her car she squinted trying to see through the back and front windows. Was someone leaning on the hood? As she cautiously moved closer she saw the tip of a lit cigarette reflect against the polished window glass. Someone was sitting on her car. "Excuse me. Hey!" she yelled not moving any closer. Her eyes moved to see how far she stood from the store doors, estimating the running time it would take to get there. " If you wouldn't mind, can you kindly get the hell off my car?" A low scoffing laughter floated in the thick air to her ears. Again she looked across the lot towards the store. There were only three other cars in the parking lot. They were probably employee's vehicles. She could feel the perspiration from her skin on the back of her halter top. She looked again to her car, the man was now standing by the drivers side door, the cigarette hanging from his mouth. She redirected her steps and took off towards the store front in a sprint. Passing the first car and the second. She turned her head to see if he had decided to follow. He was just standing there now, his arms folded on the roof of the car, watching her. She stopped and took a moment to flip him off, walking backwards, fully confident that she could reach the doors before he could reach her. Oh she'd be happy to file a report to the cops on this jerk. Before she had even fully turned to walk to the doors a pair of masculine arms had pinned her arms to her side and covered her mouth with a rag of some sort. She fought back against the body that held her unable to see her captor. Her feet being lifted from the pavement, she was roughly carried back to her vehicle. Gina kicked out at the stranger behind her as she was brought closer to the man standing at the car, a smirk upon his face. Her eyes were wide as she stared back at him, her mouth still covered by the rag. He reached forth a callused hand to stroke the side of her face, she shrank back against her captor to avoid his touch. "Now ain't she pretty, Billy?" He said, stepping away from the car and holding her face still. "Like a scared little rabbit." The one called Billy gave a small laugh. Gina kicked out again and he tightened his grip. The man who was obviously the leader of the two still held her face fast in his large hand. He nodded towards the back door of her vehicle. "Get her in the car." He directed Billy. " Sure sure, Frank." Billy pushed her up against the side of the car pressing himself against her as he opened the back door. His strength was merciless as he gripped her arms and tossed her like a bag of feathers into the back seat. He climbed in behind her and shut the door. On instinct Gina threw herself across the seat and fumbled for the handle to open the opposite door. Her mind was racing. What did these men want? Wasn't anyone seeing what was going on? She looked out the window towards the store front. No one was in sight. Billy grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked her back from the door. "Oh no you don't. If you know what's best for you, you're gonna sit here like a good girl and listen to what ol' Frank tells ya." He pushed her head away from his hand letting his grip go from her hair. She knew she was no match for his strength, she needed time to think of how to outwit these two. "Ol' Frank" climbed into the drivers seat and closed the door he turned to face them, his face showing complete calm and control. "What do you want?" Gina asked. "Money? Here." She tossed her wallet and check book from her pocket out onto the front seat. Both men snickered. "Oh, Baby Girl..." Frank picked up the wallet and check book. "what we want has nothing to do with your cash." He placed the items in the glove box. Resting his hand at his heart, "It hurts me deeply to know you think I am a common thief. Now give me your keys." Gina shook her head no. She was not going to allow them to take her from this parking lot. She knew that if they stayed someone was bound to come by and see them and she could be saved. Her head snapped to the side as Frank back handed her. "Billy, get the keys." "Oh, yeah sure, Frank." Billy leaned over and started to paw at Gina searching her various pockets. She struggled, flailing her small fists at his hunting hands. Locating the keys he promptly handed them over to Frank. Gina shrank back with disgust as he grinned at her, licking his lips. "Better listen up, girlie." Frank turned the key and the motor purred. Gina's husband was a hardass when it came to keeping her car in good repair. He sat there and listened to the engine hum for a minute and then tuned the radio in and turned up the volume. Gina lost it and began to grope for the door handle again not realizing the child safety lock had been engaged on the door. She pounded frantic clenched fists against the glass. "Oh please someone help me!" she cried. Her words fell unheard as the car sped away, the tires squealing from the parking lot. It took her a moment to realize she was being touched. She stopped her fruitless attempts to be heard and froze still. Billy was caressing her bare thigh. Her hand shot out and pushed his vile fingers from her leg. He seized her thigh, undeterred, squeezing the tender flesh in-between his massive fingers. She opened her mouth to protest and he covered it with his own. His tongue probing every inch of her mouth. She was sure she would vomit. His hand moved further up under the cuff of her shorts. She bit down hard on his tongue. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" He cried out in pain. "Stupid bitch." Billy grabbed her arms and piled his weight on top of her pushing her down onto the back seat. His tongue lapped at her neck and he managed to get a hand under her halter, roughly petting her breast. She could feel his excitement growing and the stiffness that was building in his jeans. She scratched out at his face. Frank reached behind the seat and thwacked Billy on the back of the head. "Billy, cool it! We'll have plenty of time. Damn it someone's gonna see you." Gina swallowed hard trying to maintain her sanity as Billy pulled away and sat up. He smoothed his greasy hair back. "Yeah ok Frank, ok." The car sped through the back roads headed towards the old stone quarry. What will happen to Gina there? Captured Ch. 1 I slowly make my way back to my van, phone in one hand, shopping bags in the other. I am full of smiles talking to You on the phone. I push the alarm entry and my doors unlock. I slide open the back door of the van, and carefully place the bags on the floor behind the driver seat. I am not paying attention to my surroundings as I am intently listening to the sound of Your voice on the other end of the phone line. In one split second, I feel gloved hands around my eyes and my mouth. The phone drops to the ground with a crash that resonates inside my head. I am lifted off of my feet and thrown into the back of a very large van. The doors slamming shut behind me. I tremble trying to make sense of what is happening to me. I slide over to the rear doors, and try to push them open from the inside. They won't budge, and I lash out by banging them with my fists. The car begins to hum, and I feel the driver making a rapid getaway from the parking lot of the shopping center that I was abducted from. It is so dark in the back of this van, and far too warm for me. I pull my knees up tightly to my chest, leaning my head against them and begin to sing to myself. I am terrified of what is yet to come. We drive around for a short time, and I feel so helpless in my situation. I find myself drifting in and out of sleep, finding that sleep is the only place to feel safe at this point. I keep my thoughts on You, my Master. Praying somehow that You were distressed by my sudden departure from our phone call. And that You will try to find me. I cry out and feel a hand upon my shoulder. It hadn't occurred to me that I wasn't alone in the back of this van. She roughly pulls me closer to her, and I can't help but wonder who she is, and what she has planned for me? Her hands begin to roam all over me, and although I feel myself being violated by her touch, I become quite surprisingly aroused. I feel so ashamed that I am excited that I try so desperately to push her away. I struggle with her, trying to free myself from her hold, which encourages her even more to have me. She is so much stronger than me, and every attempt I make is hopeless. She pushes me down onto the floor of the van. Holding me down by lowering all of her weight on top of me. She tears my tank top swiftly from my flesh, exposing my now bare breasts to the stale, musky air of the van. My nipples harden instantly, and her fingers grasp at my swollen nipples firmly, twisting and pinching them so as to elicit a scream from my lips. She lowers her lips to my right nipple, gently moistening the tip with her tongue. I moan as I feel the familiar wetness soaking thru my panties as my first climax approaches. My hips thrusting up against her. Feeling my urgency she sinks her teeth into my nipple, as I spasm violently beneath her, screaming, and gasping for air as I cum hard all over myself. She waits for me to calm before releasing her teeth from me, causing a blinding pain as the blood begins to return to my very hard, sensitive nipple. She loosens her grasp on my other nipple, and I feel my pussy spasming once more. She raises up over me, and grabs my shorts at the waistband and in one swift motion she rips them away from me. She presses the palm of her hand against my soaking panties, allowing her index finger to nestle between the folds of my lips that are being separated by my panties. She brings her finger up to my lips, and I hungrily extend my tongue from my lips to lap at my juices that are on her finger. She moans, and I feel her pulling back my panties exposing my swollen lips, now parted as I allow my legs to spread allowing her full access to me. Without warning she thrusts 3 fingers into my tight, wet pussy and I gasp as my muscles grasp her trying to draw her in as deep as she can possibly go. I feel her curling her fingers, twisting them, pulling them in and out as my violent spasms take over me once again and my cum coats her so completely. She pulls them from me with a quick pop, and my juices run down my pussy, down my ass, to my thighs. I shake, spasm, tremble as my orgasm is not relenting. I reach down in between my legs, pull the hood of my clit back and roughly pinch it, pulling it away from me. I sink my fingernails into my clit trying so hard to feel some kind of intense pain to send me over the edge, and allow me the complete release I so desperately need. "Let me help with that" she whispers moving herself in between my legs. She pulls back my lips, pulls back the hood of my clit and sinks her teeth into my clit. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee" I scream as my hips gyrate against her face all the while she gnaws at my clit, pulling it away from me, making me feel as if she is trying to chew it off of me. I cum so hard all over her face, my body involuntarily spasming beneath her. Then I hear it, a phone ringing. I desperately try to move away from her, with no luck. "Hello?" she says. "Oh yes Sir, I have her right here beneath me as we speak. She is as delicious as you said she would be." She laughs, seemingly listening to the caller on the other end of the receiver. I start to shake, once again fear taking over me as my tears start to flow freely from my eyes. "She is quite upset Sir. Do you wish to talk with her Sir? Yes Sir as you wish. We should be arriving any minute now, but I must warn you Sir...she is in quite a mess with her nasty slut juices all over her." Her laugh echoes thru the van. I feel a stinging in my cheeks as I begin to turn a deep crimson in my humiliation. She turns off the phone, reaches up to the ceiling of the van and attaches it carefully to its holder. She grabs my hair, pulling me to my knees and brings my arms up and behind me. She firmly attaches a thick rope above my breasts and around my chest, to the under side of my breasts pinning my arms bent and flat against the upper portion of my back. The pain is so intense that I weep uncontrollably. She then places a leather blind fold over my eyes firmly. She retrieves two alligator nipple clamps from the floor beside her to attach to my nipples. She allows the chain to dangle freely as she releases the clamps causing the teeth to bite into me. I scream so loud, that she places her finger over my mouth "Shhhhh sweetie...just go with it, don't resist, do as you are told and not a pretty little hair on that head will be harmed." I sigh, allow myself to relax and surrender myself to the very careful preparation she is taking with me. Still on my knees she spreads my legs further. I can feel her warm breath along my inner thighs causing me to shudder involuntarily, and take a deep intake of air as she pulls back the hood of my clit once more. I feel her warm, moist lips feeding gently upon me. "One more taste of that sweet, slut cunt of yours couldn't hurt." She continues sucking on me, while fucking me forcibly with her fingers, bringing me just to the edge. She carefully watches, and waits and just as my flesh begins to spasm she stops. I sigh once again, aching for release so desperately. Then I feel the clamp bite right into my clit. She carefully attaches all three clamps together, causing each clamp to add pressure to both of my nipples and to my clit. I scream, and I moan for what seems like an eternity. I fall back, my thighs spread as I writhe all over the bed of the van. My full weight upon my uncomfortably bound arms. I quickly roll onto my side, bringing my knees up to my chest into a fetal position as my body rides thru my everlasting orgasm. Just then the van door opens. "We've been expecting you" I hear from a very familiar voice...and then the evil, sadistic laugh. Part 2-Coming Soon! I welcome all feedback, and would love to hear Y/your thoughts. Captured Ch. 2 I cannot believe my ears. The voice was that of my Master. I shudder "Master?" I say in a very soft whisper. I pause and wait for You to answer. I just feel the softness of Your lips pressed so tight to mine. My whole flesh relaxes as I melt from Your touch. You lift me out of the van, lowering me to the hard gravel beneath my feet. You walk around me, admiring the work of my bound arms. You grasp the chain attached to the clamps, and firmly tug on it, causing me to scream softly. You lead me by the chain into the front door of what appears to be a large home. Without being able to see my way, I have to rely completely on all my other senses. The echo of O/our footsteps in the large entry is unfamiliar to me, and I realize that this is a place You have never taken me to before. I follow closely, and with each step, the tug upon the chain sends a searing pain throughout my whole body. You grab my arm firmly, leading me into a narrow passageway. "Lower your head angel, and allow me to be your guide." You say in a soft whisper. The soft feel of Your breath against my ear sends a shiver through me, and the tiny little hairs on my arms stand up. "Master...where are W/we?" I ask. "It does not matter, angel. You are with Me." I can hear the faint sound of footsteps some distance behind U/us. But I do not know whom they belong to, or if they are following U/us. I just obediently follow You, keeping up my pace. I Feel some comfort in knowing that You are here with me, and that I am a part of some plan that You have made. Although, not knowing leaves me feeling a little uneasy. At long last W/we reach our destination. You forcibly push me through a small entry, and I tentatively enter the room. There is a cool breeze, and my whole body seems to tense as it overwhelms me. I can feel You just behind me. Your eyes watching me so closely, You seem to see right into my soul. “I ought to rape you” You say in a soft voice that makes me heart pound right out of my chest. “I ought to take this crop and beat every inch of that sweet flesh of MINE.” My pussy spasms, as it always does when You claim me for Your own. I quickly drop down to my knees, and I arch my back offering my exposed flesh to You. My breasts feel so heavy, so pronounced in front of me. My arms feel so uncomfortably bound behind me. The chain tugs on all 3 clamps and I stifle the scream by biting hard down on my lip. I think to myself, if only I could see, then I could know what You have in store for me. “I bet just about now you are wishing I’d remove the blindfold so you could see exactly what is about to happen to you, baby?” I sigh out loud as You know me so well, which for some reason amuses You, and Your laughter echoes throughout the room. “If I did allow you to see…well… that would spoil all the fun now wouldn’t it?” You laugh and walk away. I kneel very still, waiting… but for what? I feel the pressure increasing in my bladder, and I so desperately need to relieve myself as it has been hours since I had been taken. I begin to shift my weight from one knee to the next, as my discomfort is increasing with every second. But I don’t dare relieve myself unless I am allowed, if I am allowed. My senses are so heightened by my lack of vision from the blindfold causing me to be so very sensitive in every other area. I hear the soft footsteps of Your bare feet against the concrete ground, knowing now that You have most likely removed Your clothing. Unexpectedly, I feel the lash of the crop as it strikes against the flesh of my breast. The shock of it causing me to involuntarily fall back against my arms all contorted. The chain tugs once again and I fight to not let You see the tears which are welling in my eyes. You strike one breast then the other, repeatedly in a criss cross formation. When I feel the lashes against the clamps directly, I stifle my screams, and I begin to shiver from the pain. You are relentless, each strike harder than the previous one. My contorted form begins to writhe on the cold, concrete ground from the sheer intensity. The pain so much more than I can take, and yet so exciting to me, that my pussy pulsates and throbs with each lash You give me. You lift me to my feet, and I am barely able to stand without You holding me upright. You guide me over to a bed that is just to the right of where I was kneeling. You push me down face first against the mattress, and I feel You drag the soft leather across my ass. I twitch, arch my ass up to You, carefully spreading my legs. I tilt my pussy upwards offering You myself all exposed, and clean shaven. My lips glisten from my escaping juices, “Mmmmm…my baby is so very hungry to surrender to her Master. Aren’t you baby?” I open my mouth to answer, but my voice fails me. I hear the familiar sound of air rushing through the crop, as I feel the leather cut into my flesh as You strike me. Over and over again You strike first at my ass, then the backs of my thighs. My screams of pain, become moans of pleasure, as I feel Your fingers spreading my soaking lips. Your finger dips inside so easily, and I can feel You twisting it inside of me. You curl Your finger reaching my g-spot and I spasm as my climax nears. You can feel my juices coating Your finger and You know I am about to cum, so You withdraw Your finger leaving me unsatisfied. I shudder, thrusting my hips back, aching for the release that has been taken from me. You laugh, and I am no longer able to stifle my tears, as they begin to flow freely down my face. I lay quivering on the bed in my need. One more second and I’d have had that release. But I know it is selfish of me to want something that You have not yet allowed me to have. You bring Your lips up to my cheek, extending Your tongue to lick the falling tears. I feel something sharp dragging up along the inside of my legs, up to my thighs. The pain increases with the pressure of this object against my flesh. A knife, I think to myself. I can feel the warmth of my blood running down my legs. That takes me over the edge, and my body involuntarily spasms, as my screams of pain and pleasure echo throughout the room. You move down in between my legs, and I feel Your tongue along my inner thighs hungrily lapping up the blood, and the cum that is coating me. You reposition Yourself to be able to spread my legs wider. The tips of Your fingers pull back the hood of my throbbing, clamped clit. You Forcibly pull on the chain and with one swift motion free all 3 clamps at once. I scream as the blood begins to flow back into my clit, and to my nipples and the pain consumes me. My clit is so swollen through its protective hood, as it pulsates intensely. You take the sharp edge of the blade once again, only this time You cut into my swollen, aching clit. The pain is so intense, from my engorged bud, and as I begin to float into sub-space, I can feel the blood running down my pussy, down to my ass coating me, along with my juices. You press Your lips against my clit, sucking it, tugging at it with Your teeth feeding from me, as You drink up every drop of blood and cum. I spasm, shudder and twitch involuntarily beneath You. I leave all my senses behind. I feel so free, so light, so very high. You hold my unconscious, bloody form in Your strong arms. You press Your lips to mine, feeding me my juices directly from Your lips. “I love you, My angel” You whisper into my ear. You cradle me safely in Your arms. You gently brush the hair from my brow, and contentedly drift off to sleep with me. The woman withdraws her finger from her pussy with a wet pop. She brings her finger up to her lips and hungrily devours her juices being sure to lick up every sweet drop. "Mmmmmmmmm" she moans enjoying the savory taste of her juices. She carefully lowers the shade of the 2 way mirror from where she has been watching U/us. She pulls her panties back up, feeling the wetness of the fabric against her warm, throbbing pussy. She pats her pussy through the fabric of her panties, feeling her swollen bud throb. She quietly enters the room, and approaches the bed. The scent of blood and cum overcomes her, and she feels her pussy spasm aching to touch, and use me the way You had. She very carefully pulls back the covers looking at each mark on the flesh of my ass, and thighs. She runs her fingertips along each, and hungrily brings her fingertips up to her lips. She loosens the ropes, freeing my arms, and I moan in my sleep. She leans into me, and allows her tongue to extend from her lips to mine, tasting the residue of my blood, and my cum left by Your kisses. “Mmmmmm…I shall have to taste so much more of this sweet one.” She says, as she leaves a trail of small kisses all over my flesh from my lips, to my neck, and down to my breasts. Fearing she will wake U/us and anger You, she covers U/us up, turns towards the door, blows a kiss to U/us both, and quietly turns the knob, leaving U/us alone to rest. Captured Ch. 03 Antonia woke up again to something probing her pussy, but it wasn't something hard and rough. She opened her brown eyes and looked down, and saw Olivia kneeling on the cellar floor, her head bobbing as she licked her cunt. Olivia's tongue pushed deep within her canal, licking up the cum the men had left behind. When Olivia pulled her head out, Antonia feigned sleep as the girl licked up her stomach, lapping up dried cum. Someone had untied her hands, and they were rubbing her large breasts gently as she cleaned up her body. Olivia was only five feet, and Antonia was six inches taller than her. When Olivia reached her face, she pulled Antonia's head down and stood on her tiptoes to kiss her, a deep, gently kiss. She gently lapped at the cum on her face like a kitten cleaning itself. When she was done, Olivia stepped back and admired her work. "Good morning Miss," Olivia said. Antonia opened her eyes, looking at Olivia. She gave the girl a dry smile. "Thanks. For cleaning me," she said uncomfortably. Her voice was hoarse and weak. She hadn't had food or water since she was captured. Olivia looked at her thoughtfully. "Hold on a second Miss, I'll get you something to drink," she said, scurrying off to the dark corners of the cellar, her black hair bouncing on her shoulders. She returned quickly with a small unlabeled bottle, and unscrewed the cap. Antonia looked skeptically at it as Olivia held it up to her lips. "What is it?" she asked, her eyes narrowed. Olivia looked hurt. "You don't trust me?" she asked. She shook her head quickly. "Never mind that. Here, I'll drink some too," she said, tipping the bottle to her mouth and taking a large gulp. She held it to Antonia's lips again. This time, Antonia allowed the girl to tip the sweet liquid into her mouth. Antonia swished it around a few times, then swallowed. "It's...pretty good," she said, licking her lips. She finished off the rest of the bottle. "Mm, it's really good." When she swallowed the sweet water, her body tingled and buzzed with liveliness. The place that received the most pleasure was her pussy, which started to moisten. "What was in that?" Antonia asked, feeling herself get hornier. Olivia was touching her pussy softly, her face flushed. "The masters made it so the female slaves will be more...willing," Olivia whispered, closing her eyes as she fingered herself. Antonia stared at her incredulously, her pussy clenching. "WHAT?!" she shouted, glaring at the girl. "Why would you do that?! Are you...are you trying to turn me into a slut?!" Olivia looked at her sadly. "Miss, you have to beg or you'll be chained to that forever. You have to show them submission, or they'll start torturing you," Olivia explained. It was so sad, this stubborn woman, all chained up and vulnerable. But now, at least it will be easier for her now that she's become hornier. Olivia walked up to Antonia and put two fingers into her dripping cunt, wiggling it inside. Antonia squirmed and moaned, heat rising to her cheeks. Olivia inserted another finger, pumping them as far as it could go. Antonia threw her head back and humped herself on Olivia's fingers, the drug making every movement a rush of blissfulness. Olivia squeezed her remaining fingers inside, her whole fist enveloped within Antonia's pussy. Antonia cried out in pleasure, jerking her body to the girl's movements. While fisting Antonia, Olivia had her own fingers inside her pussy, and she was rubbing her tits against stomach. Both females moaned with delight, each approaching their orgasms. Suddenly, the cellar door flung open, and five men barged in, their eyebrows furrowed angrily. One of them wore a red eye-mask with yellow thunderbolts, and he was standing in front of the group. "You whore!" he bellowed, slamming the door shut behind him. Olivia gasped and pulled her hand out, which was slick with Antonia's juices all the way up to her forearm. "What the fuck are you doing?! You know you're not supposed to be in here unless we say so!" the man continued. Olivia cowered in fear. "I-I'm sorry master, I really am-" The man strode to her quickly and pulled by her rope collar. He yanked it hard, throwing Olivia on the ground. He placed a foot on Olivia's stomach, pressing her down on the cold floor. He then waved to the men at the door, and they strode in, sneering at the girl. One of the men pulled a short wooden rack from the corners, and tied her rope collar to the top loop. He gave it a hard yank, pulling Olivia from underneath red-mask's foot, choking her. Olivia gasped for air as she knelt on the ground, her chest heaving. They brought in more ropes and tied them around her ankles, then pulled them up and tied them to the top corners of the rank. And there Olivia hung, her holes exposed, her head hanging backwards. One of the men took out a long, braided whip and stood in front of Olivia. He cracked the whip down on her pussy, tearing the sensitive flesh. Olivia screamed, tears streaming down her face. The man continued whipping her pussy until it was raw and bleeding. Antonia watched the whole scene unfold, wincing. Red-mask turned to her and smirked, shoving his hand roughly up her pussy. "You liked it when the little bitch fisted you?" he growled. Antonia responded immediately to his touch, gasping in pleasure. The man smirked and bent down, his tongue running along her pink lips. He licked her clit roughly, biting it with his teeth. Antonia cried out in pleasure. "Oh yes, oh yes I loved it very much," she cried. Another man came over and touched her nipples, which hardened right away. "Hey look how horny this bitch is," he laughed, twisting her erect bud. Antonia moaned loudly. "You look like you wanna be fucked, don't 'cha?" Red-mask asked, slurping at her juices. Antonia made incomprehensible gasping noises. "I said, don't you wanna be fucked?!" The man shouted, biting hard on her clit. Antonia screamed. "Yes! I want to be fucked!" she screamed. "I want you to ram your fucking cock up my tight cunt!" The man smirked and nodded to his men. One of them went and lowered her chains then unlocked her. Antonia collapsed onto the floor, her arm heavy and weary. The five men stood around her, their cocks ready for action. Olivia hung at the rack, breathing hard, her pussy bright red from the whipping. "Wh-what about me?" she gasped. While the pain had been excruciating, the whipping brought forth a sense of pleasure Olivia never experienced before. The men smirked and turned to her. "Of course," a man with a yellow mask snarled. He went over and untied her, letting her fall the the ground with a thud. She crawled to the man and began sucking his cock immediately. Someone pushed their large cock inside her tight asshole, fucking her mercilessly. The man with the red mask picked Antonia up and flipped her on her stomach while another man got underneath her, sinking his long shaft into her pussy. Antonia groaned at the contact, closing her eyes in pleasure. Red-mask pushed his cock into her ass and began pumping slowly. The remaining man shoved his dick inside her mouth, and Antonia deep-throated him, moaning excitedly. Olivia was the first to come. Her slender body jerked on her master's dick, pushing it further in as he cummed into her ass. The man she was blowing exploded all over her face, which she wiped with her hands and put into her mouth. They then turned her onto her back and pushed her legs up over her head, laying her on one man who fucked her ass while the other ravaged her cunt. When the man beneath released his semen inside her pussy, Antonia came, her body jerking, her breasts swaying quickly. The movement made the man behind her cum, pulling his dick out and spraying his cum over her back. The man at her mouth had already came twice, and she swallowed both loads. The men fucked the females for hours, alternating positions and women. When their cocks were milked dry, Olivia and Antonia laid on the floor next to each other panting exhausted. Their skin was flushed and covered with countless squirts of cum. The men laughed at the pathetic sight. "Lick each other clean!" someone shouted, laughing cruelly. The other men chimed in. Olivia climbed tiredly over Antonia, rubbing her pussy against hers as they both cleaned each other. The men laughed as the two orgasmed just by rubbing their cunts against each other. "Just a bunch of dirty, cum-loving whores," one man spat when the women were done, both laying on the floor, breathing hard. He kicked Antonia between her legs and walked away. The other men followed, shutting the door close behind them. When they were gone, Antonia sat up suddenly. "Let's find a way out," she said. Olivia looked at her with glazed eyes. "What are you talking about? They'll find you and do terrible things to you," she said, voice quivering. Antonia gave her a reassuring smile. "Today was terrible enough. They can't possible do any worse than what they did to you, Olivia," Antonia said. Olivia shook her head sadly. "That's what Sally thought. Until they caught her. Now no one ever dares speak of Sally." Antonia stared hard at Olivia. Finally, she spoke. "We have to try. Whatever happens, we have to try." She grabbed Olivia's hands and pulled her to her feet. "Don't worry," Antonia whispered. "We'll get out of here alive." Olivia lowered her head and cried. Captured Ch. 04 Antonia held on to Olivia's hand as they snuck through the cellar hallway,staying on the lookout for the masters. There were no one except for the slaves and their clients in their locked rooms. The two women hurried to the stairs and ran up to the first floor. They pressed against the wall of the staircase, their naked bodies heaving in fear of being discovered. Antonia pressed a finger to her lips to indicate silence, and she slowly peeked out, scanning the hallway with her brown eyes. After scanning twice to make sure, Antonia nodded and pulled Olivia out into the hallway, then they ran down the bright hallway. Antonia's cum-covered brown hair scraped her back uncomfortably as she ran, ducking when they ran past doors with windows on them. When they reached the end of the hallway, they ducked behind a large fern plant, gasping for breath. "Where's the door?" Antonia whispered, peeking through the leaves on lookout. Olivia turned around and pointed at the large window behind them. "Ah," Antonia said, standing up and opening the window. Outside, she saw a large forest stretching into darkness. Something about those trees looked awfully familiar. Suddenly it hit her. This place was near the place she was captured! A few days ago, Antonia had been on a mission to investigate missing females. She had scouted his hideout for days, but ended up being captured anyway. Finally, she could go outside again! She can go home and expose the evils of this place. She and Olivia would be free. Antonia was about to climb out of the window when there was a scream. Antonia whirled around and saw a large man holding small Olivia around her waist, his thick muscular arms squeezing her. "Olivia!" Antonia cried. "Let go of her!" she yelled. The man laughed. "And miss you punishments? No way!" he laughed. He leaned over and grasped Antonia's hair, pulling her along as he walked the two down a secret staircase, going deeper, past the cellar. There was a large hallway, with barred cells that resembled a jail's. He unlocked one of the cells and threw Olivia in, then locked it. Olivia looked at Antonia sadly as she was dragged further away, and was pulled down another flight of stairs. The room Antonia stumbled in was truly amazing. It wasn't a good amazing, but a freaky-amazing. There were chains and cuffs everywhere. High racks, low racks, metal chairs nailed to the floor. There were machines with colorful dildos strapped to it, and a long control panel with many buttons and switches. The man dragged Antonia to a seat-less chair and tied her arms behind the chair. The man put her legs over the arm rests and strapped them down, and put a metal box with to dildos underneath. They were both thick and long, and attached to a thin vertical stick. The man fiddled with the controls on the box and it began to whir, the dildos rising until they penetrated her cunt and her asshole. Antonia gasped at the intrusion, her senses tingling. The toys kept rising until the pushed hard against her walls, then slid out and pushed in again in a slow, mechanical way. The man pushed a button and the dildos began to vibrate, sending out weak electrical currents every few seconds. As Antonia squirmed over the machines, the man clipped two metal clips onto her nipples, making Antonia cry out. Then he attacked silver cords to each clip, and attached it to a black leather collar he put around her neck. The cords were short, and when it was attached, Antonia's nipples were pulled upwards. As a final touch, the man took another cord and attached it to the back of her collar, and pulled it down to the floor, fastening it to a small loop behind the chair. With Antonia's head pulled back, her tits were pulled up as the cords stayed fastened to her collar. The man admired his work. Antonia squirmed over the dildos as they pushed in and out, their buzzing echoing through the silent room. As she squirmed, her tits were pulled and stretched, her dark nipples elongating. As a final thought, the man poured an amber syrup into her mouth, which was supposed to make her horny. And it did. Antonia made sexy grunts as the dildos fucked her, and within minutes, she came violently, the jerking nearly tearing the clips off. However, the dildos gave Antonia no time to rest as they continued pumping in and out. The man slipped a ring on his finger and smirked. It was one of those buzzers which shocked you when you pressed the button. A cheap but effective little toy. The man knelt in front of Antonia, pressing the ring against her clit. The shock made Antonia scream, her lower body jerking away in vain. The man laughed and kept the ring pressed against her clit. When he pulled away, she had already came and her clit was throbbing painfully. Then he took a whip and lashed at Antonia, hitting precisely on her soft breasts and her exposed pussy. Antonia screamed, feeling as if her skin was on fire. "That's what you get for trying to escape, you dirty whore," the man grunted as he whipped her. "And you little friend too! That whore is getting exactly what she deserves!" "Wh-what are...what are they doing...to Olivia?" Antonia gasped, her face flushed as another orgasm approached. The man laughed. "They're probably prying open her pussy and filling her up with cum! Since she loves it so much, it shouldn't be much of a punishment for her!" The man gave Antonia a final whip on her pussy and threw the whip aside. He turned the dildos off and pushed them side, inserting his long own cock into her abused pussy. Antonia sighed as his cock sank in, and she clenched her pussy around it tightly. "Oh yeah," she moaned as he began to fuck her, his hips thrusting roughly. He pulled the metal clamps off her nipples and he began to suck on them, his teeth scraping the bruised buds. "Oh yes, oh keep going," Antonia cried, the man driving her to the brink of yet another orgasm. Soon, all thoughts of Olivia escaped her mind as another orgasm washed over her. _______________________________ Olivia's cell was crowded of men who wanted to fuck her. Almost every master in the house were there, circling her, spilling out into the hallway. They even brought in a few clients who paid a hefty sum of money to have this girl fuck them, for them to release their cum onto her petite, slutty body. Olivia wasn't sure how many men had came in her, and she lost track of how many times she came. She was exhausted, and cocks were being shoved into her holes, non-stop. Her small breasts were red from the dozens of teeth that bit down on them, her body coated in thick layers of cum. When all of them men were gone, the crowd dispersed, leaving Olivia shuddering and alone, in a large pool of cum. Suddenly, someone pulled a hose up to the bars and sprayed her with forceful blasts of water. "Can't have a dirty slave for our clients," the man said gruffly. Olivia welcomed the water gratefully, glad that it was washing away the disgusting mess away from her body. Olivia retreated to the corner of the cell and sighed. She had seen Antonia go down the stairs, and she knew what was down there. A slave told her on the first day, as a scare. There were multiple machines of pure and raw sexual pleasure. Olivia wished with all her heart that somebody, anybody would come and save her. Captured Ch. 05 Derek Anderson paced around the headquarters, frowning deeply. His black hair was a mess. He hadn't slept well for almost a week. His co-worker, Antonia, had been gone for a week. Derek burst into his boss' office, sighing deeply. "Come on, we need to send a search party for Antonia," he said, probably for the twentieth time that week. His boss sighed, running his hand through his blond hair. "Listen Derek, I know you miss Antonia, but what if she's in the middle of an investigation? Stowing away at the enemie's vents, gathering valuable information?" "But boss, she's been gone a WEEK without any news for us! She could've paged us, sent a text with info, anything! The Antonia I know would say something," Derek argued. He was desperate. He had been working with Antonia for two and a half years, and was beginning to fall for her. He loved Antonia, although she did not know it. "Derek. What I need you to do now is calm down. Being so hot-headed won't solve anything." "Yeah, sitting here doing NOTHING won't solve anything either!" Derek shouted. He spun around and walked out the door. "I'm going to look for her." _______________________________ Antonia positioned herself over the middle-aged man's upright cock, teasing herself and the man as she slowly brushed her cunt on the tip of his cock. "Oh, bitch, just fuck me already," the impatient man moaned. Antonia sat herself slowly over the man's cock, moaning as his member sank into the warm canal of her pussy. Both groaned erotically. Antonia began riding the man, her hips rolling as she fucked him. The man grinned and brought his hands up to fondle her double-D cup breasts, his calloused fingers rubbing her nipple. Antonia moaned and quickened her pace, her thigh muscles clenching as she rode him. The man began bringing his hips up to meet her thrusts, pushing his cock deeper. He tightened his grip on her breasts, watching the flesh bulge over his fingers. He pulled Antonia down and began kissing her roughly, his tongue thrashing around her mouth. Antonia moaned, returning her client's kiss passionately. "I'm gonna cum inside you, slut, and you're gonna milk me 'till I'm dry, understand?" the man panted. Antonia gasped in response, her own orgasm close. The man put his hands on her ass and pushed it down on his cock, releasing his semen deep within her pussy. Antonia moaned loudly, her own orgasm rocking her. The man grinned as he started pumping in her, his cum spilling out onto the sheets. When their orgasms faded, the man pulled Antonia onto his chest and embraced her, kissing her wildly. Four days ago, Antonia was bought to the secret room two floors down from the cellar, her holes throughly filled with various toys and cocks. She was whipped almost everyday, and came atleast five times a day. Now, Antonia was one of the slaves who worked to please paying customers-men of all age and size, sometimes women too. It was hard for her to admit it, but she liked her new life. Her capture had led her to become a whore. Antonia climbed off the man and cleaned herself with a towel. The man sat up and got dressed. Their paid hour was over. Antonia had a five minute break before reporting to another room to please another man. When she was moving through the hallways, she bumped into Olivia. Her eyes widened. She hadn't seen Olivia since the day they were caught trying to escape. "Olivia!" she cried. The girl turned suddenly, gasping. Antonia nearly cried out at the sight of her. "Oh Olivia..." The girl had dark circles around her eyes. Her dark orbs were glazed over, as if on some kind of drug. Her hair was in tangles, sticking outwards where they were grasped and pulled. There were many hand-shaped bruises on her skinny arms, lashes all over her body. But what saddened Antonia the most were the hooped nipple rings through her erect buds. They were gold and shiny, and painfully pierced. "Miss." she said. Antonia had never told Olivia her name. Olivia never asked. "Oh Olivia," Antonia cried, pulling the petite girl into her embrace. To her surprise, Olivia pushed her away. "I'm sorry. I have to go. I have a...an appointment with a sports team." she pushed past Antonia and hurried up some stairs. Antonia watched the girl go sadly. Suddenly, someone grabbed her roughly by her long brown hair. "Hey bitch, where you supposed to be?!" the voice barked. "Eep! Sorry, master," Antonia apologized. The man grabbed her tits roughly, pinching her nipples. "You'll be late," the man growled, rubbing his hard erection on her ass. "Please, master, let me go! My client is waiting," Antonia moaned, pushing back against him. The man smirked and let Antonia go. "Meet me in room B35 tonight, after all your meetings, alright?" Antonia fluttered her eyelids at him and hurried away. When Antonia opened the room to her next client, she was six minutes late. The young man sitting on the bed was not happy. "Where were you?" he asked quietly but dangerously. Experience told Antonia that this man would be rough. Her pussy tingled at the thought. She loved rough men. "I ran into trouble in the hallway, master." Antonia walked closer to the naked man, staring at his semi-hard cock. "I'll make up for it," she whispered, beginning to kneel down. The man pushed her away. "I'm not doing that...yet. I just want to take some pictures now." The man reached over the side of the bed for a black duffle bag, and took out a handful of leather straps. He pulled Antonia's wrists behing her back and tied them together. Then he buckled two tight belts around her chest, one just above her breasts and another below it, pushing her breasts out. Then he took one and placed it between her legs, fastening them to the upper chest belt, so the leather strap grinded into her pussy. Antonia moaned. "This feels wonderful, master," she said, grinding her hips. The man smiled and snapped a few pictures with his camera as she pleasured herself in her bonds. Then the man took a rope and looped it on another belt, which he fastened around her waist. There was a small bar on the ceiling, which he threw the rope over, then pulled to levitate Antonia. Antonia giggled as she spun slightly in the air while the man tied the rope to a foot of the bed. Then, he took a few pictures of that. Then he took out a paddle from his bag, and smacked her dangling tits until it was a red rash against her milky skin. The photographer took a few closeups, humming to himself. He placed the camera down on the bed and went behind Antonia, grabbing his cock. "This will be a nice shot," he murmmured, pressing his cock at entrance of her asshole. Antonia, aching for pleasure, wiggled in her bonds, pushing herself onto his waiting penis. Antonia sighed as the long shaft filled her anus. The feeling of fullness made her very happy. The man started thrusting hard, grabbing onto her waist and slamming her onto his member. Antonia was dripping wet, her juices running down her legs as the man fucked her from behind. . Her fingers wiggled, wishing she could play with her pussy while the photographer occupied her ass. Antonia could feel his cock expanding as he shot cum deep into her canal, then pulled his dick out with a 'plop'. The man hurried to grab his camera and took a few pictures of his cum gushing from her anus. Then, he walked over to Antonia's face and nudged his cock at her mouth, his camera set to record. Antonia gladly took his cum-covered cock into her mouth, her tongue slurping his juices. She buried his penis into her mouth, moaning as she bobbed her head back and forth. The man groaned in pleasure, gripping Antonia with one hand to keep her steady. This was going to be a very erotic video. When he felt himself close to cumming, he zoomed in at her mouth and released his semen, catching the process of Antonia cleaning his dick on camera, all in high-quality. Antonia smacked her lips tastefully when she was done. The man untied her from the ceiling and undid her wrist bonds. He pulled her over to the bed and told her to lie down. Antonia obeyed. The man then pushed her legs up over her head, tying her ankles to the headrest. Antonia giggled. "What a sexy position, master," she said. "Make sure you get good shots at my pussy. And maybe you can take some pics with your cum dripping from it..." _______________________________ Derek stood in front of the house Antonia was supposed to infiltrate. It was bigger than he expected, being in the middle of the woods. It was precisely two stories high, a long rectangle. There were barely any windows--only two on each end. There was a large sign on the door that said, "MASTERS WELCOME". Derek frowned, wondering what that means. He tried to look inside the window, but he saw nothing but a long hallway and some doors. Nothing strange. Composing himself, Derek pressed the doorbell button. Captured Ch. 06 The door opened, and a tall, broad man stood at the door. He was shirtless, and he wore only a pair of black shorts. The man also wore a red eye mask with yellow thunderbolts next to his eyes. The man narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Derek. "May I help you, Sir?" the man asked in a gruff voice. Derek gulped, his mind racing to think of something. "Um...by...'masters welcome', you mean...?" Derek asked. The man stared him down. "Why are you really here?" the man asked. Suddenly, Derek caught a glimpse of a naked woman walking down the hallway, disappearing into one of the doors. "I'm horny," Derek blurted. The man still didn't move. "You're supposed to make an appointment." he said. Derek sighed, hanging his head in pretend shame. "Listen, my...relationship isn't going that well. I heard from a...friend, that there's this place with beautiful women who will fuck you," Derek said slowly, hoping he was right about this place. After a long silence, the man grunted and let him in. The inside was beautiful. White tiled floors that gleamed under long fluorescent light bulbs. Each door was a dark green, some with a small rectangular window near the top, all with golden tags with the room numbers on it. The man led Derek down a flight of stairs to the basement. The basement was not so impressive. There were still white floors and green doors, all with windows except for one, but everything seemed to be falling apart. Inside the rooms, faint sounds of sex could be heard. Derek raised his eyebrows, exhaling nervously. Could Antonia really be behind one of these rooms, her body used by a strange man? "Usually, you're supposed to make an appointment, but today is a slow day...we'll put you in with whoever is free," the man explained. Suddenly, a young woman with long brown hair rounded the corner, pulling at her nipples. She had just finished her photography session, and already she missed the young photographer's cock. She rubbed her clit as she walked down the hall. Derek gasped. Antonia! Antonia looked up at one of her masters standing by the stairs with a young man with short black hair. She frowned at the face. It was so...familiar. Suddenly she remember. Derek! The man whom she worked with. Her brown eyes became hopeful as she stared at the man. "Is she free?" Derek asked red-mask. The man beckoned to Antonia. "Anymore more fucks today?" he asked. Antonia shook her head. "Alright," the man nudged Derek roughly towards her. "You know what to do, slut," he said, turning back up the stairs. "I got come cunts to fill," he muttered. Antonia ran to Derek, tears swelling in her eyes. "Shh," Derek said, pulling her into an open room. He closed and locked the door behind them. The room was quite small, with a single bed and a low ceiling. There was no window, and there was only a single fluorescent tube in the middle. "Derek?" Antonia whispered once they were in. Derek had pulled on her arm when they went in, and now she was pressed against him, her large breasts smashing against his chest. "Antonia..." Derek whispered. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her gently. "Listen, I will get you out of here, mark my words," he whispered urgently. Antonia frowned. "But I've tried! They caught us, and...it was terrible," Antonia muttered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Us?" Derek asked. "Yes. Me and Olivia, a girl whom they...abused. Oh Derek, it was horrible! They gave her nipple rings!" Antonia cried. Derek embraced the woman, patting her head gently. "Shush, it's alright. It's alright..." he soothed, "I'm here, it's alright." He pushed Antonia away. "Listen, I don't know how this works, but I'm going to try to buy you. And I'll get you out of here." Antonia bit her lips thoughtfully. "I don't know...often the masters talk about clients buying their slaves, but I'm not too sure of the details." "If it's money that's a problem, don't worry. I'm positive that boss will pay any amount to have our best agent back." Antonia smiled slightly. "Oh! But what about Olivia?" Antonia cried. Derek frowned. "Honey, I'm not sure if we can do that. You are our agent, and Olivia...we don't know Olivia," he explained. Antonia shook her head fiercely. "No! I'm not going without Olivia! Besides...we can recruit her! I'm sure she needs a place to stay after she gets out. She can stay with me, and she can...she can help around in the headquarters! Please, don't leave Olivia in here, she won't last," Antonia begged. Derek looked at her desperate expression. He loved her, and he wanted to do anything he can to make her happy. If saving this Olivia would make her happy, then heck with it. He'd sell his summer mansion in Milan if he had to. "Alright. Alright, I'll try my best." _______________________________ Someone tugged hard on Olivia's nipple rings, pulling them upwards then twisting them downwards. The man laughed cruelly as he manipulated her firm tits this way. Olivia could only squirm in place, as her arms were cuffed to an overhead bar in her cell. Her rope collar was wrapped tightly above her breast and underneath, squishing her tits together. There was a heavy blindfold around her eyes. There was another person behind her who put two fingers into her pussy and pulled hard, prying her cunt apart. Both actions were very painful, and Olivia wished that she was drugged so she could find pleasure in this sick manipulation. Suddenly, the man behind her grasped both her legs at the knees and jerked them up. He stuck his cock inside her ass, then let her feet drop so gravity would drop her lower on the man's cock. Olivia cried out as the man pumped his cock in and out of her tight ass. The man in front of her lifted one leg and inserted his hard cock inside her pussy roughly, both men fucking her simultaneously while they pulled on her nipple ring. Then men could feel the other's cock through the thin membrane, the friction bringing them closer to the edge. Olivia breathed in short gasps when the man's cock rubbed against her clit, sending her into a climb to ecstasy. "Oh yes, bitch, I'm about to cum," the man in front grunted, his thrusts getting more forceful. "Oh yeah, me too!" his friend said. "Let's cum in this bitch at the same time!" The men counted to three under their breath, both cocks shooting cum inside Olivia. "Oh yes! Oh yess!" Olivia cried, herself falling into a wild orgasm. She jerked on both men's cocks, milking them. The two sighed satisfactorily and pulled out, wiping their cum-covered cock on her skin. "Thanks for the good fuck, bitch", one man said, giving her nipple rings a hard jerk. Olivia screamed. It was as if her nipples were being torn off. But the weight of the cold metal against her hot flesh told her it was still there, just throbbing painfully. Suddenly, a gruff voice told the two men to go out. The men grumbled and pulled open the cell door. Someone untied her wrists and let her fall to the ground. Olivia pushed herself up painfully, and someone tore off her blindfold. She gasped when she saw Antonia, her arms tied tightly to her sides. Next to her was a young man with short black hair and was rather handsome. "This man is buying you," the master said while tying Olivia up the same way Antonia was tied. "Now get outta here," he said grumpily, giving Olivia a hard shove. She fell into Antonia's soft breasts, feeling a rush of relief washing over her. "Yes...I'm free..." she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I'm finally free."