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Captured Ch. 01

By: wishfulthinking



Carly didn't know which was worse, being locked in a cramped cabin filled with terrified women, or not knowing what was happening on deck. Her sky blue eyes flickered around the stuffy cabin in despair, wishing she were able to do something, anything to aid their plight, rather then suffer the pitiful moans of the women. 

Opposite Carly sat a frail elderly woman, her trembling hands clutched tightly in her lap as she prayed under her breath. The plain, middle-aged woman beside was her recently widowed daughter. Antoinette, a governess in her early thirties who Carly had come to know and like, sat stiffly in the corner, tears trickling down her pale face. Carly's mistress, Lady Miriam, sat beside her on the tiny bunk clutching Carly's hand as she sobbed into a lacy hanky. The faces of the women were white with fear, and Carly knew, no different from her own. 

She gazed down at the slightly oversized silk gown she wore, crushed from her cramped position, and she gently tried to smooth it over her slender legs. The material was soft and luxurious, so different from the simple gowns of pale blue or gray she usually wore. Miriam had begged her to swap gowns, fearing that as a woman of breeding she would likely suffer most at the hands of the pirates that had been bearing down on their ship since dawn. With a wry twist of her lips, Carly noted that Miriam was quick to assign that same fate to Carly. 

That Miriam and Carly were half-sisters went unsaid in the Montague household. Lord Montague neither confirmed nor denied the rumors, yet the active dislike of his wife, Lady Annabelle, for the beautiful young girl seemed to confirm the whispers. Miriam and Carly both possessed the same silvery blonde hair and light blue eyes of their father, but where Carly was tiny and petite, her curves gently rounded, Miriam was tall and angular, her features pinched. 

That Miriam had never shown her a moments kindness no longer disturbed Carly overly much. Yet she was more than grateful when Miriam, soon to marry a Duke she had never laid eyes on, had begged her parents to allow Carly to travel with her to his Island of the coast of France. Her life was one of misery under the strict rule of Lady Annabelle, who took great pleasure in meting out subtle punishments on the young Carly. Often things would go missing, only to be discovered a short time later by the Mistress upon searching Carly's tiny room in the servant's quarters. She would be punished as a result, but Carly had forbidden the other servants to stand up for her or inform her distant father.

Carly was jerked back to the present by the thud of something heavy against the thin wooden door, and the sounds of muttered curses. Her wide eyes met Miriam's as the door thundered under another assault, her heart racing. 

It wasn't supposed to be like this, she thought desperately. This was supposed to be a fresh beginning for her, away from the cold, watchful eyes of Lady Annabelle.

Muffled screams filled the cabin as the door began to splinter under the forceful attack. The old woman started praying out loud, her small fist clutching her cross, and not for the first time did Carly fervently wish that there had been a pistol to spare.

Someone screamed as a bloody and torn sleeve appeared through the splintered door, fumbling with the small latch that was their last protection from their determined invaders. 

Carly moved before she realised. Tugging a hair pin from her upswept mane, she crossed the cabin and stabbed at the grasping hand. A rough curse filtered through the door as the hand reached blindly through the cracks, shoving Carly away from the door. 

Carly fell, hitting her head on the edge of a chest and knocking books to the floor beneath her. She cried out from the pain, dizziness overwhelming her as she tried to scramble to her feet, but the roll of the ship tumbled her back on the floor. 

She heard the scrape of wood on wood as a chest barring the door slid across the floor from the forceful shoves of the pirates, and her mind screamed 'No!' She felt the trickle of moisture down the side of her face as she tried to sit up, but it was too late. Three men, bloody and disheveled, their tanned faces fierce, thrust themselves into the cabin, their weapons drawn. 

"On yer feet, ladies. Capt'n wants ye on deck."

Rough hands grasped her by the upper arms, dragging her to her feet. The smell of sweat and sea assailed her. "You first, lassie. I'm keeping me eye on you."

"Take your filthy hands off of me," she demanded, struggling in his grasp as he held her by the upper arms. 

"Aye, a feisty one, lads."

"Capt'n will like that," another muttered, and her ears burned as they snickered. 

She was pushed from the cabin and along the dark hallway and up the narrow stairs, the other women not far behind. 

Carly blinked as the harsh sunlight hit her eyes, then everything came swimming into horrifying focus. Blood washed the deck, cloth from a torn sail blew gently in the breeze, the familiar faces of the crew either sat or laid on the deck, bound and gagged. 

She fought back the nausea as she was forced to her knees, her eyes over the other women as they were pushed down beside her. Angry tears filled her eyes at her helplessness, and she blinked them back, unwilling to allow the pirates to see her distress. 

Men swarmed over the deck, seemingly directed by one man, different from the rest. Her eyes were drawn to his broad as he shouted out orders. He was tall, and golden, long black glossy waves brushed the collar of a white linen shirt. Tan breeches clung to his muscular thighs to his knees, disappearing into knee-high polished leather boots. 

As if drawn by her turbulent gaze, he slowly turned, hands resting lightly at his hips. The breath caught in her throat as she met deep green eyes that seemed to burn through her as though she wore nothing. The flash of teeth in the deeply tanned face made her stomach clench, and something stirred in her memory. 

His gaze left her, flickering over the woman at her side, and he barked out an order to the man that had forced her up on deck, before turning his back to them. She didn't catch what was said, his words lost to the wind, but her eyes widened as the elderly lady and her daughter were dragged to their feet by loathsome pirates. Without thought Carly was on her feet, but a thick arm anchored around her waist, lifting her clear off the ground. She struggled, her fingers clawing at the arm, before another man stepped forward and slapped her across the face. The soft skin of her face burned from the contact, and she cried out, black dots appearing before her eyes. 

She continued to struggle weakly, and she saw the arm raise again, and she steeled herself for the brutal blow.

"Hold," a stern voice ordered, and a large tanned palm caught the upraised arm. "She is a mere scrap of a lass. Tie her up if need be, but don't bruise that soft skin." 

Carly flinched as a gentle finger brushed her temple, coming away with sticky blood. She watched as he rubbed the blood between thumb and forefinger. "Don't make this harder than it has to be," he warned, capturing her chin with his fingers and lifting her face so that they locked gazes. Her lips parted on a silent gasp at the heat in those deep sea green eyes seared her before he abruptly turned and strode away from her. 

She was too stunned to resist as a dirty hand grasped the hem of her skirt and tore a large strip off of the delicate material. She blinked back tears as her arms were caught in front of her and her wrists bound tightly with the cloth. She was forced back onto her knees, and knew that she would have purple bruises on the morrow. If she survived. 

What followed seemed the longest hours of her young life as booty was transferred from the Ambassador to a smaller, swifter boat over a narrow makeshift bridge. She cringed as nimble lads climbed like monkeys across the narrow plank of wood, moving with the ups and downs of the waves. Only one crate was lost to flounder in the sea. 

Eventually it was their turn. Realising they didn't mean to kill her immediately only brought a certain amount of relief. She knew what would follow would be a fate worse then death. 

With a muffled scream she was scooped up against the solid warmth of his chest, his tanned arm anchoring her hips to him as they swung across to the pirate's ship. Her eyes widened as they gazed down at the water so far below, dark and shadowy between the heaving ships. Her hands clung to his shoulders, her breasts crushed against his chest as she molded herself against him in those rushed moments. He landed on his feet like a large jungle cat, and slowly lowered her feet to the deck. A blush warmed her cheeks as she felt his warmth pressed intimately against her, and she was unable to meet the dark green eyes laughing down at her. 

She bit her lip as she heard Miriam's screams, quickly turning in his arms to watch as her sister clawed at the young man who held her, pleading hysterically for him not to let her fall. Before Carly could take a step toward her distressed sister, her upper arm was caught in a firm grip, and her eyes swung up to meet her captor's. 

"Lock her in my cabin," he ordered to someone at her shoulder, never taking his eyes from hers. Her lips parted on a soundless gasp as she realised what he meant to do to her, and she began to struggle as the lad dragged her toward the steps that led below. 

When the reached a door at the end of a narrow walkway the lad opened the door before untying her bound wrists. Before she could try anything he shoved her into a large cabin before slamming the door closed behind her. 

"Pig," she muttered, rubbing her sore wrists. She gazed around her in trepidation, her eyes widening at the unexpected sight that met her eyes. Fading sunlight filtered in through the several portholes lining the timber walls, lending the polished timber furnishings a warmth and homely feeling. A large bed piled with pillows rested against the far war, soft and inviting, and her eyes slid skittishly away, unwilling to dwell on the horrible thoughts flying through her mind. 

A long desk rested beneath several shelves lined with books and interesting objects that spoke of exotic places. There was thick paper, quills and pieces of wax scattered over the surface of the desk, reinforcing the idea that the pirate was educated. 

As she stood gazing around curiously, she was unprepared for when the door bumped against her, and she quickly moved further into the room, the pulse drumming in her ears.

Her stomach clenched with dread as the tall man with windswept black hair stepped quietly into the cabin and closed the door behind him to lean against its length. A shiver ran through her as those dark green eyes locked with hers, and she gazed back at him with a coolness she was far from feeling. 

Again she felt the strange effect her had on her, her eyes taking in the deeply tanned face that would put a dark angel to shame, the massive breadth of his shoulders and long muscular legs. He seemed to tower over her in the confines on the cabin, and she gravely doubted whether her head reached his shoulders. A memory tugged at her, but she couldn't quite catch it. 

"Remove your gown." 

She took a step back, shocked, her hand flying to her breast. Halting, she gathered her courage, refusing to be cowed by his overbearing masculinity. "No." 

She trembled as his gaze flickered over her, noting the erratic rise and fall of her breasts, her flushed skin and parted lips, the angry sparks flying from her wide blue eyes.

He merely raised an eyebrow.

"You said don't make this harder than it has to be. I choose the hard way." Her tiny hands clenched and unclenched in the loose folds of her skirts as she waited for his anger to boil up. She was totally flummoxed when he threw back his head and laughed.  

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and she stamped her foot. "Don't you dare laugh at me, you – you mongrel."

He leaned against the door, his laughter filling the cabin. 

"Sweetheart, if you are going to insult someone, at least do it properly. Call me a bastard at the very least."

"I am not your sweetheart. I am not your anything!" She hissed.

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong." Her neck prickled at the lightening change in his features, all evidence of humor erased. "You are anything I want you to be." 

She froze on the spot as he moved silently across the room. She was breathless as his fingers reached up and gently tugged the pins from her messy bun. Silky strands slithered loose, tumbling down over her shoulders. 

"Remove your gown before I tear it from your delightful body." 

She flinched as a caressing finger traced down the side of her neck, over her collarbone to rest in the demure V of her gown. Her lashes fluttered close as his large warm palms gently cupped her tiny mounds, moulding them to the shape of his hands. 

"No."

A shiver ran down her spine as his head dipped, his lips brushing her ear. "You have a choice, little one." She bit her lip as his fingers slid down over her hips to grasp her bottom, jerking her up against him, and her eyes flew open in shock. "You will let me take what it is I desire, or I will leave you to the mercy of my crew."

Fear held her motionless as he pressed a kiss just below her lobe before raising his head to gaze down into her apprehensive blue eyes. The fullness of him seemed to burn into her like a brand where he pressed against her belly. 

"Know that I will curse you to the deepest fires of hell if you dare to take what is not yours to take," she ground out shakily.

"Come, my little rebellious beauty, remove your gown. Curse me later if that is still your wish, but for now I have an overwhelming desire to explore my new captive closely."

Her face pale, she reached up behind her, her fingers grappling with the tiny hooks of the gown. It was a slow and arduous task, but eventually she was unhooked to the waist. With eyes lowered, she slowly eased the material down her arms, careful to keep the bodice pinned against her breasts. 

"You undress like an untried maiden," he commented as he towered above her, his hands molding her bottom as he ground her against him. Heat filled her cheeks. 

"Of course I am a maiden," she cried, stepping back from him. He let her. "How dare you suggest-"She bit her lip at the unmistakable gleam of triumph in his eyes, only belatedly realising his trickery. 

"I dare," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her parted lips. "And I intend discovering for myself whether your claim to being a maiden is true. Now for the final time, remove your gown before I tear it from you delicious body."

She drew in a deep breath at his threat, instinctively knowing it wasn't made frivolously. With trembling fingers Carly released the bodice of her gown, letting it puddle at her feet.

She stood before him with lowered lashes, unaware of the alluring picture she presented. The smooth, creamy shoulders revealed by the thin straps of her chemise and the gentle thrust of her breasts above the snug fit of her corset and the creamy thighs below the short hem of her chemise encased in silky stockings held in place by lacy garters. 

"Turn around," he murmured huskily.

Slowly she did as he ordered. Her breathing sounded ragged to her ears as she stood silently for what seemed an age, knowing his eyes roved over her. She flinched as she felt his hands circle her waist, dragging her up against him so that the solid warmth of his chest filled the curve of her back. 

Her eyes closed as the warm male scent of him wrapped around her, teasing her with hints of sandalwood and lemon. 

A gasp escaped her as his fingers slowly slid over her corset to cup the small creamy mounds of her breasts barely constrained by the thin chemise. 

She felt her nipples tighten at the lazy caresses as his fingers plucked and rolled at the sensitive peaks, a shiver racing down her spine as he pressed kisses along her neck. 

She gazed down at the large tanned hands that molded and caressed her milk-white breasts through the flimsy material, her breathing shallow. These intimate caresses were strange as they were unexpected, stirring unfamiliar feelings low in the pit of her belly and intoxicating her senses with his closeness. She knew little of what went on between a man and woman beyond that the man shoved his male part between a woman's thighs.

Fear ran through her at the thought of what this heathen pirate intended, and she tugged herself from his grasp, backing away from him to put as much distance as possible between them until she bumped up against the side of a table. Her belly seesawed as she saw his eyes narrow, and she quickly spoke. "Surely this thing you intend doing, it – it does not require you to fondle me so," she whispered desperately, her hands feeling behind her for a weapon of some sort.

His lips curved, even as he noted her fear and courage in those guileless sky-blue eyes. "Fondle?" he inquired incredulously. "You describe my caresses as fondling?"

She swallowed hard as he advanced on her, and her fingers closed over a long thin object. She brought her arm up as he moved within reaching distance, her heart racing. 

"Don't – don't come any closer." 

His teeth flashed at her meager weapon, and it was then realisation struck her. "You!" She cried. "I saw you in the port. You were following us!" 

"Not 'us'," he replied silkily. "You."

"But why?" She gasped as he lunged at her, tearing the quill with it's silver point from her fingers and tossing it to the floor. She struggled in his grasp as he lifted her, placing her bottom on the table and moving swiftly between her thighs. 

"Because of this," he murmured huskily dipping his head to cover her mouth with his. 

She moaned in protest against his mouth as it moved firmly over hers, her tiny fists beating at his broad shoulders.

She gasped as his fingers closed firmly over her hips and brought her hard up against him, firmly wedging his body between her thighs and preventing her from closing her legs.

Her fingers clung to his shoulders as he forced her back to the table, her hips arching as something dug into her. 

"Don't" she cried as she tore her mouth from his, her thighs trembling as she felt his hands slide up the sides of her thighs, dragging her chemise with them. She moaned as she felt the swollen part of him barely constrained by his tan breeches prod against her damp curls with deliberate intent.

She cried out as his fingers caught a scrap of chemise over her breasts, tearing it asunder. 

Heat licked through her at the intensity of his stormy green eyes as he gazed down at her bare breasts with their rosy tips, and she shook her head, unwilling to surrender to the sensations he wrought in her. 

"No", she murmured huskily, trying to cover her breasts from his all-seeing gaze, but he caught her wrists in his large palms, dragging them above her head and holding them prisoner in one hand as the other trailed down the sensitive flesh on the underside of her arm.

"Yes," he muttered fiercely, his eyes lifting to hers as his palm settled possessively over her breast, the thumb brushing the taut tip. Her hips arched when his head dipped to draw it's mate into the warm depths of his mouth. 

She squirmed against him, the shocking feel of his mouth and fingers on her breasts causing a tugging sensation deep between her thighs, only to be inflamed by the friction of his burning heat grinding against her tender flesh as she moved intimately against him. 

She barely noticed as his hand slipped down over her belly, over the folds of her hastily pushed up chemise to discover the golden fleece between her creamy thighs as she struggled against his mouth. 


Captured Ch. 01



Selina's body was lay flat against the sandy ground. She was sure they'd feel her heartbeats vibrating underneath their feet. Selina was hiding behind a pile of rocks, praying that the dozen men on the other side would move on soon. They were enemy soldiers, part of the army that had invaded her land and she didn't know what they'd do to her if they found her.

Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching. "I'm going for a piss behind them rocks" a voice yelled. Oh no... The footsteps got closer and then- "What the-?" 

Before she realised what was happening, two strong hands were dragging Selina up from the ground and carrying her towards the rest of the soldiers.

"Look what I found sarge! A little bitch trying to hide from us!"

The soldier that had found her plonked Selina back onto her feet and she looked around to discover she was stood in the middle of a circle. A circle of enemy soldiers.

The Sergeant was a tall, dark, older man. Would have been gorgeous if he wasn't potentially about to murder her. He stared at Selina, taking in the petite, curvy figure in her ripped, dusty white dress. Her long dark hair was loose and tangled around her exposed shoulders which were narrow and smooth.

"Check her for weapons." the sergeant said sternly.

The soldier who had discovered her hiding behind the rocks eagerly jumped forwards and stood in front of her. He was so close that Selina could feel his hot breath on her neck.

Smirking, the soldier ran his rough hands up her smooth thighs and pressed them against the crotch of her white french knickers. Then he moved his hands round to her round, pert bottom and gave them a hard squeeze, winking at her.

He then stroked his hands over her arched back, round the front to her taut stomach and then upwards towards her breasts.

"That's enough." the sergeant commanded. 

Laughing the soldier moved away from Selina and asked his sargeant what they'd do next.

"Bring her to camp." he instructed.

As the soldier went to throw Selina over his shoulders, Selina decided to try and make a run for it. She darted through a gap in a circle, her bare feet sacking against the hard ground. She thought she might have a chance for a second but almost straight away a soldier caught up to her and grabbed her round the waist, lifting her up into the air like she was weightless.

"Let go of me!" she screamed, kicking her legs and slashing her arms through the air, hoping to make contact with something, anything. But the soldier carrying her laughed and hoisted her up so he was carrying her in a fireman's lift. 

Although she couldn't see who was carrying her, she could see the sergeant marching behind.

"You'll pay for that later" he warned.

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It was dust by the time they reached the camp. Selina was carried into the sergeant's tent- a huge canvas structure that contained, unexpectedly, expensive oak furniture such as a wardrobe and a large writing desk.

Selina was held still by two young soldiers as the sergeant entered. He closed and fastened the tent flap behind him.

"You need to cooperate with us. Do you understand?"

Selina didn't answer. She was so terrified. Her whole body was tingling with fear. But for a moment, the fear was replaced by complete hatred for her enemy and this man who represented everything that had destroyed her life and her country.

"I said do you understand?"

Selina spat at him, a look of hatred on her face.

The sergeant said nothing at first. He stared at her in silence. Then,

"Show her to me."

One of the soldiers holding her still with one arm reached out with his other arm and ripped Selina's dress at the front so that the material fell down exposing her pert, round breasts and her tiny waist.

Selina was powerless to cover herself up and could do nothing as the sergeant gazed at her breasts and her hard nipples that stood out in the cold.

"Take her over to the desk." his voice was different now, deeper and gruff.

The two soldiers took Selina to the heavy oak desk and bent her over it. The lay her flat against it and pinned her arms out in front of her.

One of the soldiers lifted up her dress and pulled down her knickers so that the sergeant had a perfect view of her exposed sex.

Selina heard clothes dropping to the floor.

"Perfect." she heard him say. "Is she ready for me boys?"

Selina screamed out in protest and she felt two fingers rubbing up and down her cunt.

"She's nice and wet serge!"

To her shame Selina realised that she was.

Suddenly, the grips on her arms were realised and for a second she was free. But before she could react she felt the sergeant press against her from behind.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson now you little slut." he told her, "But you're such a fucking whore I guess you'll probably like it."

"I'm not a whore!" Selina gasped.

The sergeant rubbed two fingers against her slippery cunt like the other soldier had done. She was ridiculously wet now.

"This tells me you are."

The sergeant moved one hand across her firm buttocks, squeezing and pinching, while his other hand grabbed her left breast and started teasing her alert nipple.

Then her let go of her ass and used his hand to guide his hard cock instead. At first he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit, covering himself in her juices.

"Come on you dirty bitch, I know you want it."

With that he plunged his massive cock inside her and moved his hands to massage her tits roughly. He plunged in and out of her painfully.

"Come on slut... you fucking dirty bitch..."

He thrust deep inside her, getting faster and faster... Selina started moaning despite herself.

"That's it you stupid slag... you fucking want this don't you?"

He was thrusting into her so powerfully that the heavy oak desk was jerking forwards. Soon Selina felt warm liquid rush inside her as the sergeant came violently, squeezing her tits so hard that Selina screamed out in pain.

He stayed there for a moment, shuddering and moaning as he emptied himself inside her, then Selina felt him leave her.

She lay on the table panting for a second, wondering what would happen next when she heard the sergeant's voice from the doorway "Feel free to have a go boys, but make sure she'll be all right for tonight, o.k.?

Selina felt another pair of hands caress her ass... 



Captured Ch. 01



He had been watching her for some time now. He had only needed to figure out her pattern, when it would be best to take her. But now...now he enjoyed it, he enjoyed her. 

Does she even know how beautiful she is? He wondered. Her long dark brown, almost black hair ran down past her shoulders and shined in the bright sunlight. She was not very tall but she had lean legs that she usually hid in jeans and sweats instead of revealing them with shorts and dresses. She had amazing green eyes and tan skin that he couldn't wait to touch. He soon would have her.

He knew from watching her that she always went to the gym at the same time each night, he knew this was his way in. 

That night he prepared himself, dressing in dark shorts and a tight black shirt. When he arrived at the gym he checked in; he had gotten a membership months ago when he first found she went here. He went to the back of the room to the treadmills so that he could see her when she entered, watch her when she worked out, and tell when she left. 

He had also found that many men liked to watch her, whether here in the gym or out in public. She had a petite figure, her ass and breasts almost perfectly round and extremely luscious. Her lips had a little curve that intrigued him; he knew she would be fun when he finally got her. 

But she never seemed interested in any of the men that tried to pursue her; she wasn't rude to them in fact she laughed along at their stupid pick up lines and attempts to flirt but when they asked for her number she politely declined. He had begun to think she was a lesbian until he had broken into her house and found pictures of her and past boyfriends, well only one. He then figured she just had a broken heart. 

The only place he had never followed her to was the school she taught at. She taught high school English and he could only imagine what those young boys thought of their hot 24 year old teacher. 

He was brought back to reality when the gym door opened and she walked in. Her hair up in a ponytail she wore a loose t-shirt and sweatpants. She went to a machine a few rows in front of him, if only she knew what was going to happen. 

After about an hour she had finished with her workout and went to the locker room. He then went outside to wait for her to go to her car. When she came out and walked to her car he went to make his move but someone stopped him.

"Rachael?" Someone yelled across the parking lot. She turned to find who had called her. 

"Yes?" She asked when she saw someone coming from the shadows.

"It's me, Ellen, I can't believe this I haven't seen you in years." A tall woman with blonde hair approached her.

"Ellen, my god, what a nice surprise."

"Why don't we go get some coffee and catch up?"

"I would love to but it's getting late."

"It's only 7:30, come on it will be quick."

"Oh okay." She said with a laugh. "Here follow me in your car, I know a great little place."

Shit he thought to himself, he wouldn't get her tonight. 

He returned home, well home isn't the best word to describe it. He lived with 8 other men who did what he did, catchers, or so they were called. They took women and broke them, made them submit then sold them as high priced prostitutes or sex slaves. Most of the women they picked were easy, for that is why they were chosen. Catchers could tell a submissive from a dominant just from watching them for a few days.

Currently in the building there were 10 girls, none of them were his, he had been working on Rachael for a while.

" So where is she?" Dominick asked as he walked in.

"Something happened, I couldn't get her."

"Well you better get her soon."

"Tomorrow."

"You've been saying that for a while."

"I'm going to get her."

"Don't tell me you're going soft."

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. "I am not going soft, I'll have her."

"Hey calm down Adam." He said as he held his hands up in front of him. "You know I believe you but Frank is getting restless, he wants more girls from you."

"Well next time you and Frank sit down and chat about me remind him how many girls I already have brought." With that he started to walk away. 

"Sure thing man! Can't wait to meet her!" Dominick yelled to him.

He made his way to his room, which was on the top floor, the better the catcher the higher the floor, and he was by far the best. 

The next night he followed the same routine but this time was not interrupted. He followed her from the gym to her apartment and as she exited her car and went to lock the door he grabbed her. She tried to scream but his hand was already on her mouth, she tried to bite him and kick him but he was much stronger. He grabbed the needle from his pocket and sunk it into her arm; she went limp seconds later. 

Her eyes were glazed over as she came to, he watched her from across the room as she groaned and tried to wake up. At first she forgot what had happened but when her arms could move no further from the rope that tied her down she screamed.

"Screaming won't help you." He said calmly. Her head spun to where he stood.

"Let me go!" She screamed. 

"I can't do that. You see you're mine now which means you're not going anywhere for a while."

"What do you want from me? What are you going to do to me?" She asked, her voice quieter and feebler. 

He made his way over to her and she tried to move father onto the bed but the restraints restricted her from moving more than a few inches. 

"I'm not going to hurt you so you don't have to try and get away every time I come over to you. What I want from you is your submission and what I'm going to do to you is dominate you. Understand?" 

She shook her head no. 

"Well you will eventually. By the way my name's Adam but you will call me sir."

"Please let me go." She whimpered.

"I can't do that." He said, his voice rising in anger. She closed her eyes and her lips parted in a sigh. "I'm going to untie you so you can eat. You need to know that you can't get out of this room and even if you do then there is no way out of this building." He started to untie the ropes that bound her ankles to the bed. After he had done that he started moving up to her wrists but she quickly turned her body and kicked her legs into his chest. Her kick and the force of it surprised him and he fell to the floor. An evil grin spread across his face. 

"That wasn't a good idea. But I'll let it slide since I haven't told you the rules yet, but do it again and you'll regret it." He told her, she seemed to shrink into herself as he stared at her with harsh eyes. 

"People will come looking for me, they'll find me too."

She was right, he never took people who had connections it was a rookie move but for some reason he had had to have her.

"I'll take care of that. Now time to eat." He untied her hands and yet again she went after him, her fists punching into his chest. He grabbed her hands easily and led her to the table. He had made spaghetti, because as for as he was concerned everyone liked spaghetti. He sat her in her seat and then went to his. She didn't make any moves to escape so he relaxed and started to eat. He looked up to see that she wasn't eating.

"You must be hungry. Please eat, there is no poison or drugs in it, its just spaghetti."

She picked up her fork tentatively and took a small bite.

"Well since you're not going to talk I'll take this time to explain some rules. Rule 1, don't try and escape or fight back it won't do you any good. Rule 2, no swearing, talking back, or reluctance; when I tell you to do something then you do it. Rule 3, you will ALWAYS call me sir no matter what you say. Rule 4, if you do something wrong I will punish you how I see fit. And finally rule 5, if you are with someone else you follow all these rules and treat them with even more respect then you do me. Understand?"

She nodded.

"What did I tell you!" He yelled. She looked at him confused. "Rule 3..."

"Yes sir."

"That's better. Now would you like something to drink?" 

She started to nod but then remembered again. "Yes sir." 

He smiled and got her a glass of water. 

"I'm not going to make you do anything sexual for about... maybe 1 week, it depends on how you adjust." 

"Sexual?"

"Yes you'll have to engage in sex here, whatever your partner wants."

"I've never..."

He was interested now. "What, you've never had sex?"

"No sir."

He smirked before finishing his meal and putting the dishes in the sink. 

"I have to go do something but feel free to shower, most of your clothes are over there in those bags." He pointed to two large bags that came from her apartment. 

"How did you get my things?" She asked.

"I sent someone to your place after I got you."

"Oh." Was all she could say.

"I won't be long."

Rachael was a very quiet girl, she wasn't an arguer or one who tried to create confrontation. She figured the easiest way to get through this was to agree with this guy and do as he said. There had to be a way out, there just had to be. And in time she would find it.

He unlocked the door then locked it again when he went out into the hall. He made his way to Dominick's floor, which was the floor below him. He knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

"Come in!" Someone yelled from inside. He entered and looked around. Dominick sat in a chair in front of a man and his sub. The sub was blowing the older man who looked to be in heaven.

"Hey man, what are you doing down here? I hear you got her." Dominick asked.

"I did, I came down to talk to you about her actually but I see you're busy."

"No it's fine if you don't mind waiting for a minute, they're almost done." With that the man came into the subs mouth and sank back onto the floor. 

"Did you enjoy that Mr. Grad?" Dominick asked the man.

"Yes, very much thank you. Thank you too." He added to the sub who just smiled and stayed on her knees. 

The man soon left and Dominick invited Adam to sit. 

"Would you like anything from Ginger?"

"No thanks." 

"Ginger go wait in the bedroom please." 

"Yes sir." She left the room. 

"So what is it you wanted to talk about?" 

"Rachael, the girl I just got."

"Oh yes, what about her?"

"She's a virgin."

"No!"

"Yes, I just found out. I had no clue, I found pictures of her with some guy so I just assumed."

"You lucky man, she'll be a pretty penny."

"I can't just sell her off still a virgin."

"Why not?"

"She isn't ready to jump into bed with someone she doesn't know."

"And she knows you?"

"She will."

"You're making a mistake man, I think you should get rid of this girl you're already too attached."

"I am not. Anyway I should go back, she needs a lot of work."

"See you later dude."

He got off the couch and made his way out.

"Sorry I took so long." He said as he went back into his own room. 

She was sitting on the bed in a long sleeve shirt and baggy sweats, her hair was wet so she had taken a shower, there were tiny curls forming around her face. He took a seat next to her. 

"You look tired, would you like to go to bed?"

"Yes sir and may I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Where am I going to sleep?"

"In this bed, with me." He saw a look of disgust on her face. "You'll get used to it."

After he took a shower and they had both brushed their teeth they got into bed. He removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor; revealing hard, defined abs and broad shoulders. She eyed his chest and he noticed but he chose not to say anything. She stayed as far away from him as she could and faced away from him. He sighed and turned away from her too, eventually she would comply. 

When he woke up the next morning he found that she was in his arms, her head rested on his chest and her ass pressed into his crotch. He smiled and figured he could wait till she woke up. It was about 15 minutes later when she did. At first she didn't realize his arms were around her but when she did she quickly jumped away from him.

"Sorry." She said.

"Sorry about what?"

"Being next to you, I didn't mean to I must have moved when I was sleeping."

"Nothing to be sorry for. You may not realize it but you're a very beautiful woman."

She blushed. "No I'm not."

"Well you are actually and any man would be glad to wake up next to you."

"You don't have to lie to me."'

"I'm not lying." He said as he stood up and stretched. Yet again her eyes wondered to his chest but this time he chose not to ignore it.

"Like what you see?" He asked as he flexed. She blushed again and didn't answer, but he took the blush as an answer. "Anyway, you need to learn a lesson. Follow me."

She stood up reluctantly and he took her wrist and brought her over to a locked door that was next to the kitchen.

"It took me a while to think of how I could get you to trust me but I think this will do just fine." He unlocked the door, which lead to a balcony that overlooked acres of woods. 

"What are you doing?" She asked as she tried to get out of his grasp. 

"You'll see soon enough." He took her to the edge where there was an iron railing. "Step over it."

"What?"

"You heard me, there's a little edge on the other side now step over it and stand there."

"I really don't like heights."

"Why do you think I'm doing this?"

"Please don't."

"Rule 3."

"Please sir." She begged.

"No, do it now."

She watched him and knew he was being serious; she slowly swung her leg over the side. When she had stepped over she hung on with her back to him, her hands clutching the railing. He placed his hands on top of hers and he felt her jump a little. 

"Calm down. Now just close your eyes." She did as he said. "Just relax and breathe." 

His hands were wrapped around her wrists, he slid one of them up her arm, she shivered and he shushed her. He moved closer, his breathe on her neck. He kissed the side of her jaw and he felt her take in a deep breath. "Relax." He murmured and then continued to kiss down her neck. He could feel her shaking with fear but it just turned him on more that she was finally completely in his control. He raised one of her arms above her head and then did the same with the other. With both her arms above her head she nothing to hold on to except for his wrists. 

"Sir." She sobbed. He was rock hard. 

"This is how much control I have over you all the time. I own you and you will do as I wish, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good slut." He kissed her neck again and could swear he heard her moan. Then with surprising force and strength he lifted her up back over the railing. She fell to the ground sobbing. 

"Stand up." He demanded and she shakily stood. He took her by the waist and brought her to him. He pulled down her pants and panties; he smiled. She was extremely wet. 

"I see you enjoyed that." He laughed. He ran his finger along her pussy and she pushed herself into him. "No, no, no. We don't have time; I just wanted to make sure I was correct about how much you liked that. Did you like it slut?"

She didn't say anything, just kept her head down.

"Answer me slut!" She jumped at his voice. 

"Yes sir."

He smiled again

"So I was thinking this morning you could come to breakfast with everyone and meet them all."

"Okay sir." 

"You know where your clothes are and the bathroom so just be ready in 20."

"Yes sir."

Every time she called him sir a tingle ran up his spine. 

Adam knew what a submissive she was, it was the only reason he had risked her. She had connections, she had a day to day job and a family, he knew better than to take someone who would be looked for. But he knew it would be worth it; and he was already proving himself right.

When they were both ready he stopped before he opened the door.

"You need to know how to greet people. If I introduce you to a master then you go down on your knees, bow your head, and wait till I place my hand on your shoulder. If I introduce you to a sub then you simply nod your head. No talking unless you get permission. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

They made their way downstairs to the main floor and to the kitchen. There was a large dining table where they all met to eat or you could eat on your floor. Almost everyone was almost there. Adam scanned the table and found a couple seats near Dominick.  

"Dominick this is Rachael." She slowly got down and did as he had told; when she felt his touch she rose. Dominick was smiling. 

"It's nice to finally meet you."

She wondered what he meant.

"And this." Adam turned her to a blond girl. "Is Dominick's sub Ginger." She nodded her head. 

"She's adorable Adam, I hope you'll let me play with her."

Her eyes shot to his and wondered what was happening. 

"Maybe but for now let's eat."

Adam introduced her to everyone else and everything was going fine.

"Hey Dominick where is Chris and Tara?"

"Down in the..." His eyes locked with Rachael's. " Basement." Dominick said.

"Don't spare her. I bet she'll end up down there some time." Adam said about Rachael. "The basement is the dungeon. Bondage machines, and such. People are sent down for punishment. So what did Tara do now?" He said redirecting himself to Dominick. 

"Bit him again, she just doesn't learn."

"Isn't that like the fifth time? Why doesn't he get rid of her?"

"She's also bit two customers. And I really don't know." 

"No wonder he's only on the second floor." 

The rest of the breakfast went well and soon Adam was leading Rachael back upstairs. 

"Umm sir, why did that other girl, Ginger, get to talk?"

"She has more privileges then you, she's been here longer."

She just nodded her head. 

Over the next few days Adam had her perform tasks around the apartment, nothing challenging, just things to get her to submit and learn to listen. He would have her clean or make meals, have her wait on him, and she never complained. 

About a week had gone by when Adam thought she was ready for her first slightly sexual task. He had woken early and waited as she got up.

"Take a shower with me." He told her. She froze and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. 

"Lets. Go." He said sternly. She walked over to him slowly and when she was near enough to him he grabbed her and led her to the bathroom. They undressed and he started the shower. He admired her body, her small hips and flawless tanned skin, breasts that he knew would fit perfectly in his hands; how did she not know how beautiful she was? 

He got in the shower and she followed him reluctantly. 

"Wash me." He demanded. For the first time she looked down at his cock. Limp he was a good 7.5 inches, when he was erect he was about 9. He handed her a washcloth and a bar of soap. She took a couple steps so that she stood right in front of him. He watched her as she started to wash his shoulders. She made small circles down his arm then went to the other shoulder. When she finished with that arm she moved onto his chest. He could see she was nervous; her eyes kept falling to his cock, which was now getting harder. She reached her arms over his shoulders to reach the back of his neck and shoulders, and then he turned so that she could get the rest of his back. She watched the muscles in his back tense as she went lower over his ass and down his legs. 

"You're doing a good job." He said as he turned back around. "Keep going." 

She nervously ran the towel over his legs and was making her way up to his groin when she stopped. She was shaking her head no, tears spilling down her face despite the fact she was already wet from the shower. He grabbed her up by the hair and pushed her against the shower wall.

"Did I tell you to stop?" 

"I can't." She sobbed out.

The slap he placed across her ass made her jump and let out a yelp. He slapped her 5 times quickly and her ass became a bright red from the force of the blows. 




Captured Ch. 01



"I told you to do something so do it." He said into her ear. 

The breath on her ear made her shiver. The spanking had aroused her and he was so close, so close and so naked. He let her go and she knelt down to finish washing him. She rubbed the towel over his cock, which jumped at the touch, she went up and down it a couple of time before going to his balls and quickly rubbing them. 

She stood and he handed her a bottle of shampoo. She reached her hands up and had to stand on her toes and even then she could just reach his head.

He took the time to watch her face, as it was so close to his. He suddenly could no longer resist, he took her face in his hands, which stunned her, then lowered his lips to hers. Her lips were soft and smooth and they moved against his with a fevered passion. He pulled away and stepped out of the shower, leaving her wanting more.

The next day he decided it was time that she actually do something sexual so he took her down to Dominick's floor. 

"What's up man? Oh hey Rachael." She bowed like Adam had told her. 

"You may speak." He added as she stood. 

"Hi Dominick."

"Come on in guys, Ginger and I were just watching TV."

"I would like to take Ginger up on the offer she made the other day." Ginger must have heard because she came running into the room.

"Really I get to play with her already?"

"Yes, she needs to experience sex without being penetrated yet so I figured this would be a good idea." 

Ginger took Rachael by the hand and led her into the living room. The two men followed and sat on the couch. Ginger slid her hands over Rachael's body, Rachael looked at Adam for help but he didn't have any emotion on his face. Suddenly Rachael felt Ginger kiss her; the feeling of a woman's kiss was strange to her. Ginger tried to remove her top but Rachael shoved the girl back. Both the men stood and Adam grabbed Rachael and pulled her away from Dominick who looked furious. 

"What are you doing?" Adam asked her, his voice deep and angry. 

"I can't do this, I can't do that with a women." She cried.

"What did I tell you before? I ask you to do something you do it!" He yelled and his hand came down across her check.

She was glad he was holding her up or she would have fallen from the force. 

"Adam get her out of here." Dominick demanded. "I told you what I think of her and this just reinforces it." 

"She's only been here a week, she'll be better." Adam pleaded although he didn't know why; someone lower than him shouldn't be talking to him like this.

"There is no reason you should have the top floor any more, you're going crazy, choosing girls who aren't right for this world. You're acting like a child. Leave now." 

"Fine, Rachael apologize now."

"Ginger I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I just have never done that with a woman."

"It's fine sweetie." Ginger said nicely, to which Dominick glared at her. "What? I think you're overreacting. Adam's right she has only been here for a week, give her time and she'll be a great sub."

"Go to your room." Dominick demanded Ginger. She just sighed and gave Rachael a smile and a what can I do kind of shrug. 

His fingers dug into her skin as her dragged her back upstairs.

"Don't think you're getting away with this."

"I'm sorry, I really am. Ow! You're hurting me!"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it."

He shoved her down to the floor then reached above his head to grab a rope attached to a cuff. She tried to stand but he pushed her back down then attached the cuff to her wrist.

"What are you doing?" She screeched trying to get the cuff off but he quickly attached the other one. 

After tightening the ropes she hung from the ceiling, her feet barely touching the ground. He stripped her clothes and threw them into a pile.

"Please let me down sir." She struggled to stay on her toes and her breathing was already ragged. 

"I wish you would just submit then I wouldn't have to do this but yet again...you do look delicious."

He could see the tears slide down her pink cheeks and for a second he wanted to untie her. 

He shook the thought from his head and crouched in front of her. 

She could feel the leather straps digging into her wrists, her shoulders straining, but yet her pussy was dripping. 

He contemplated what to do to her, he did it with every new sub make them wait and they become nervous; they know something will happen but never when...

After a few minutes of playing through the scene in his head he stood up and walked over to a locked trunk. He pulled a key from a chain on his neck and unlocked it. 

Rachael tried to see what he was doing but could only turn enough to see that he was kneeing down. Then she felt the sting across her ass, she screamed from the sudden pain. He walked around so she could see him, he held a whip. He traced it down between her breasts and stomach then snapped it back; perfectly hitting her right breast. She moaned in both pleasure and pain; she had never been more aroused. 

"You like this don't you?" He asked with a smug grin on his face. When she didn't answer he hit her again. "Answer me slut!"

"Yes sir!" The answer came from some savage beast inside her, she almost begged him to hit her again. He walked up to her, so close she could feel his breath on her skin. He was getting hard. 

"You're a little whore aren't you." He stated and before she could answer he thrust two of his fingers into her cunt. She threw her head back and moaned, never had she been touched like this.

He let out a low growl as his fingers met the tightness of her pussy; she was on fire and soaking wet. Her breathing came in shallow gasps as he pumped his fingers in and out. She was whimpering, pushing herself onto his fingers, it was all she could think about. He rubbed his thumb on her clit making her pull against the ropes. He wondered how much longer it would be before she came. 

Her cunt squeezed his fingers as her breathing increased even more; she was so close. He slowed his fingers and she groaned.

"Do you want to cum?" 

"Yes." She cried. He slapped her.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes sir." 

"Better. Now beg for it." Her eyes, which were shut before, shoot open. "You heard me. Beg." 

"I-" She wanted to cum, she wanted it more than anything but she didn't know what to say.

"You what?" He asked. She could feel her body shaking, her skin was on fire, and the things he was doing to her body already. She let go. 

"Please sir, let me cum, make me cum. I want you to make me cum. Please sir, please!" 

"Good slut." He plunged his fingers into her at the same time he started to suck on her clit. Her orgasm hit her and she cried out. Her back arched against the restraints and her toes curled. As she slowly came back he withdrew from her and stood up. Before she could even regain her breath he unbuckled the cuffs around her wrists. Her legs could not support her and she slumped to the ground. 

"You did better than I thought you would. Are you okay?" He asked as he picked her up. She nodded but her eyes were glazed over and her breath was still ragged.

"Why don't you go lay down and take a nap, we'll talk after." He laid her down and kissed her forehead. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, her cheeks were flush, her lips a bright red, her whole body had relaxed, her nipples were still hard and such a lovely pink. 

He needed to talk to Dominick. 

"Is Dominick here?" He asked Ginger, who had answered the door on her hands and knees. 

"He's currently...preoccupied. But you can wait." She said, her deep blue eyes stared at him as he stood over her. "And I could keep you company." As she said this she looked directly at his still hard cock. 

"I think I'll come back later. And Ginger I'm sorry about earlier."

"Nothing to be sorry for, she doesn't know what to do yet. Believe me I did much worse when I first began. I could talk to her if you wanted, tell her some things about all of this."

"I was planning to do that when she wakes up but maybe I'll still have you talk to her too."

"Wake up?"

"I gave her a little punishment for what she did but she seemed to like it instead."

"I'd love to here that story."

"Not now I have some things to do."

"Of course, see you later sir." She ran her hand over his cock.

"Bye Ginger." He said with a laugh. 

He made his way down to the main floor and into the kitchen; another Catcher was there his name was Jared. He hadn't been at breakfast yesterday morning. He was leaning against the counter while his sub ate at the table. 

"Hey Adam, I heard about your new girl."

"Yeah, did Dominick tell you?"

"Who else. I also heard about what she did."

"Already? Jeez does anything stay secret around here?"

"Don't worry about it, it's not nearly as bad as some of the other things that have been done."

"I know and I should have known it was to early to have her do something with someone else." 

"Well good luck with her, maybe I'll get to met her soon." Jared turned to the girl at the table. "Up." He commanded and she stood. "Let's go." She started to walk towards the stairs. He waved a goodbye to Adam and followed her. Adam grabbed a couple things from the fridge and went back to the room. Rachael was exciting the bathroom when he entered; she looked away from him and hurried to sit down on the bed.

"I brought you a couple snacks."

"Thank you." She said as he handed them to her. He sat down next to her. 

"I want to talk to you about some things."

"Okay."

"Well I figured we could start with any questions you have."

"I don't really know what to ask."

"Anything you have thought of since you have gotten here."

"Okay. What determines what floor you're on?"

"Quality and Quantity. The more girls you catch and the better they are the higher you rise."

"So you're the best one here?"

"I guess."

"How many girls have you...taken?" 

"21."

"21?"

"Yes."

She popped a chip into her mouth.

"What about who gets to talk?"

"The longer you've been here the more privileges you get. It also depends on how submissive you are, how you act around others. If you can handle yourself your master will give you complete permission. It also determines whether you can go places by yourself."

"What level am I?"

"2, you have accessible permission. You can get permission from me to speak to others." 

"How do I get permission?"

"Everyone of us has a different signal, you would have to kneel in front of me and raise your hand."

"What about if I'm alone with you, do I still have to do it?" 

"Not if we're talking like this but any other time then yes."

"What are other things that are different between all of you?"

"We all train differently, we use different techniques and methods. We all use different signals and levels of aggression."

"What do all the names mean, like what do I call you?"

"When you address me you call me sir, no matter what; it is a big disgrace if we're in front of others and you don't say it. But if you're talking to others you can call me your master or your Dom." 

"There's a lot to know."

"You'll learn."

"Is there anything else I should know?"

"Just that your job is to submit to me, to pleasure me before yourself. Once you have more control over your body then it will be easier."

"I'm kind of glad I got you."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just surprised that I actually am starting to like the person that kidnapped me. I like you more than the other Doms I've met in the house."

She did like him, a lot actually. She had noticed his bright blue eyes, his dark hair and slightly angular face, and she had noticed his absolutely powerful body. His hand was at least twice the size as hers and he was probably a foot or more taller. And she couldn't wait till he needed to use those strong shoulders to make her submit.

"Anymore other questions?" He asked after an awkward pause in the conversation. 

"How old are you?" 

"I'm 34."

"You're 10 years older then me? Oh god. I did not think you were 34."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, I actually um..." She was blushing. "I like older men."

"Was your previous boyfriend older?"

"How do know about him?"

"I broke into your house."

"I should probably be upset by that."

" How old was he?"

"27and I was barely 20." 

"Do you mind me asking what happened?"

She sighed. "He was just...wrong. I never felt myself around him."

Suddenly a bright light flashed and a beeping noise emitted from a box.

"What's that?"

"Police alarm."

"The police are here?"

"Yeah they come every once and a while. They know something is going on here but they don't know what."

"What do we do?"

"We have to act normal, here hurry up and follow me. You swear you won't say anything or try to break for it."

"Swear." 

They ran down the stairs and he brought her into a living room type of area. 

"Just relax and play along."

They sat down on a couch, he took her hand just as a few cops police officers walked into the room.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen. We just came by to check some things out."

"Is there something wrong." Dominick appeared behind them, he looked angry but not afraid of the men. 

"We just had a complaint, nothing serious." 

In the room with them were 3 other 'couples'. 

Rachael was shaking she was so nervous. Her palms were sweating also and Adam's hand was slippery against hers. She didn't want to tell the police anything, she knew it would just get Adam in trouble and she defiantly didn't want that. Although he had kidnapped her he hadn't hurt her, had he?

But this was her chance. She just had to stand up and walk behind them. They were safety and she was the ball flying in the air; did she choose to land in the goal or in the open field? Something held her back, not just Adam's body blocking her but Adam himself. She didn't feel hatred towards him, she didn't think he was a mean person; she didn't want something bad to happen to him. But shouldn't she?

One of the officers walked over to her, she stared up at him waiting for what he was going to say. Adam moved so that he she was behind him a little more. Was he doing it to protect her or was he trying to keep her from running?

"Is everything okay here miss?" 

She panicked and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Adam's hand clenched hers harder and she choked out an answer. " Everything's fine." She said with a fake smile. 

"Sir do you think you could stand up for us." The officer asked Adam.

"Of course." He reluctantly let go of her hand so he could stand. 

"Could you go stand over there." The officer pointed near Dominick. 

"Sure." 

Ginger slid next to Rachael and took her hand, which she was glad for.

"Hey just calm down, everything will be fine." Ginger whispered in her ear. 

"If you could come outside with us now." Said another officer who was addressing Adam and Dominick. They followed the officers out. 

"What did they do?" Rachael asked.

"I don't know. Hold on let me ask." She went over to a man across the room. Rachael couldn't hear what she said as she knelt on the floor and bowed her head low but she knew that Ginger must have been getting permission to speak. Ginger looked up at him after he said something. Then Ginger and the man both stood and walked over to Rachael. 

When he sat down next to her she turned all her attention to him. Her hands went to his knees and she got really close when she talked.

"Matt do you know what's going on?"

"I guess someone tipped off the police that Adam and Dominick had something to do with a prostitute ring but they don't have any evidence." His eyes went to Rachael. "Are you Adam's new girl?" 

She didn't know if she should answer, she tapped on Ginger's shoulder and asked. "Yeah go ahead." Ginger told her.

"Yes I am." She replied. He looked her up and down then whispered something into Ginger's ear. Ginger got up and went to another group of people. Matt moved next to her.

"So what do you think about all this?"

"It's...different."

"Yeah, how long have you been here?"

"A little more than a week."

"And you already know you need permission to speak, I understand why Adam's on top."

"How did you know that's what I asked her?"

"I had a feeling. You're really beautiful, has Adam given you to anyone else yet?"

"He umm... tried to but I guess I wasn't ready."

"Maybe sometime you'd like to come play with me. I'm on the 3rd floor in cause you ever want to stop by."

"I could ask Adam."

"You're already such an obedient slut." His words shocked her. " God you're making me so hard." He moaned so that only she could hear.

"Get away from her." Adam growled. He had suddenly appeared next to them. Blood ran from his lip and his eye was swollen, his clothes covered in dirt. She jumped up, concern all over her face. 

"Are you okay?" She asked not even thinking.

"Did I say you could speak?" His anger hurt her; she was only trying to find out if he was all right. 

"No sir."

"I didn't think so." His tone was harsh. She was on the brink of tears. "Are you going to ask or not?"

She sank to her knees and raised her hand. 

"You may speak." 

She jumped from her knees. "Are you okay sir?" 

"I'm fine, why are you talking to him?"

"He started talking to me sir and then I asked Ginger if she thought it was okay for me to answer and she said it was."

"What do you want?" He asked Matt.

"I was just wondering if you'd given her to anyone else, I'd like to have her sometime."

Adam thought about what to do. "How about right now?" 

Adam sat in a chair a few feet away; he had cleaned off his face and changed his clothes. Rachael sat on the floor in front of Matt. 

"You can do anything but fuck her."

"Why can't I fuck her?"

"Virgin." Adam said simply, not an once of emotion in his voice.

"No way!" 

"I know." 

"Oh god how have you not taken it yet."

"She isn't ready."

" Has she ever given a blowjob?"

"Slut, have you ever given a blowjob?"

"No sir." She said nervously.

"Oh this is going to be good." Matt exclaimed. 

"Start whenever you like."

Matt walked around her in circles, she didn't move but he wanted her to so he could punish her. 

"Undress." Matt liked simple commands. She took off her clothes. 

"All fours." She got on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. 

"Adam does she have a cum word?"

"Not yet."

"Too bad." She didn't know what a cum word was.

He picked up a whip and ran it down the curve in her back. 

"Slut, raise your ass higher." As she did he brought the whip down on her ass.

She cringed. His hand went to her stunned ass and rubbed the redness he had created. He whipped her a total of ten times, her ass had became a bright red and she could feel how wet she was. 

She stole a glance at Adam who was sitting and watching, he was already staring at her face when she turned her head.

"Matt, I think you need to punish her more severely."

Matt then noticed she had moved. "I agree." He grabbed the chains that connected to the ceiling except they were not the same ones Adam had used on her earlier. First he hooked her ankles then her hands all together behind her back then hooked then to the chains on the ceiling. He hoisted her up a few feet off the ground until she was eye level with his crotch. He grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look at him. 

So you have never sucked a cock."

"No sir."

"Ever touched one?"

"Yes sir."

"You're such an innocent little bitch that I bet it was Adam's wasn't it?"

"Yes sir."

"So the only cock you've ever touched was your master's?"

"Yes sir." 

"Tell me about it."

"The cock itself or me touching it?"

"You touching it."

"Master had me wash him in the shower so I had to wash his cock too."




Captured Ch. 01



Matt looked over at Adam again, who was smiling. "How the hell have you not fucked this thing yet, just listening to her say cock is making me hard." 

"Patience, why do you think I have the top floor?"

"Slut what have you done sexually? 

"Not much sir, I only had one boyfriend and all I did with him was kiss him and let him touch my breasts."

Matt dropped her chin and took a step back. He removed his pants and then his boxers revealing his cock. It was a couple inches shorter than Adam's but it was thicker. 

"Suck it." He demanded and stepped forward so that it was at her lips. She opened her mouth and let her tongue lick the tip then licked circles around the head. She tired to get some of it into her mouth but he was standing to far away. As much as she tried she could not reach with her mouth. She heard Adam laugh at her frustration.

"Sir." She said innocently and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Can I please have your cock?" 

"Of course slut." He stepped closer and she wrapped her lips around the head. She sank her mouth down as far as she could; he was so big in her tiny mouth. He then took her head in his hands and forced her all the way down onto it, she gagged but he didn't let her up for a few more seconds. He pulled all the way out of her mouth. She sucked in a deep breath and started to cough. 

"Matt be careful." Adam told him.

He put it back in her mouth and this time let her bob her head up and down. Her small mouth was like a vacuum on his fat cock. After a few more minutes he grabbed the back of her head again forcing her down lower as he filled her mouth with his cum, she was forced to swallow it.

"Very nice." Matt said as he pulled his clothes back on. Adam helped him lower her to the floor and untie her. 

"What do you say?" Adam asked her. 

"Thank you sir."

"For what?" Adam continued. 

"Thank you for letting me suck your cock sir." 

"You're welcome. Adam tell me when you're ready to let her fuck cause I'll definitely take you up on it."

"Sure. See you later."

After he left Adam told her to take a shower and get dressed. When she had done that he was sitting watching TV. She got down on her knees and raised her hand. 

"You have permission to speak."

"May I sit with you sir?"

"Yes."

She sat next to him but she was afraid to sit so that she was touching him. 

"Sir are you sure you're okay, your eye looks really bad."

"Yeah its no big deal."

"You got assaulted by police officers of course that's a big deal."

"It isn't to me." 

She didn't know what else to say so she turned her attention to the TV, some old cartoon was playing. She was shocked when he lifted her up and moved her closer to him.

"You don't have to be afraid of me."

She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. 

"Sir could you take off your shirt?" She asked wanting to feel his skin against hers. He lifted it over his head. She laid her head back down and ran her fingers against his abs. 

"You have such tiny, delicate hands." He whispered. 

"Sir do you want me to suck your cock too?"

"Not now." He was still whispering and watching her hands. He let his body relax and he closed his eyes. "Keep doing that." 

She ran her hands up to his shoulders and then kissed his neck. He moaned and she kissed all over his upper body, teasing him.

"Sir? Can I ask you something?"

"Yes." 

"What's a cum word?" 

"Every time you cum I'll say a certain word and after a while just saying that word will make you cum."

"What's my word going to be?"

"I don't know yet."

Her hand slid down to the waist of his pants. "Are you sure you don't want me to suck your cock, sir?" She brought her eyes to his as she said sir. 

"I think it would be best if you didn't." He said taking her hands and laying them in her lap. She was actually disappointed; she found that she really enjoyed the feeling of sucking a cock.

"I'm sorry, I should just got to bed." She stood and hurried to the bathroom. As soon as she shut the door she sank to the floor and started to cry. He had kidnapped her, broken her, stolen her heart, and now shut her out; she couldn't figure out her emotions anymore.



Captured Ch. 01



Ch. 01 - The Beginning

I swore my eyes were open, but there was nothing but blackness around me. I did not move for a moment or two, just trying to figure out where I was, because this did not feel like my bed. I was almost afraid to breath; I was not sure who would hear me. I tried to recall the last thing that I remembered... I had some tea before bed, was reading my book, and listening to the radio. Try as hard as I might, I did not remember anything after that. Obviously, something had happened.

The next thought was to figure out where I was. Experimentally, I tried turning my head some, just to see if there was light anywhere near. That did not seem to help at all; but, I was not hearing any noises either. I tried to sit up, only to have the panic set in; I was somehow secured to whatever I was laid out on. The darkness was becoming stifling... disorienting. I could feel myself beginning to panic.

As I stretched my senses further, I could almost hear another sound. It sounded like someone else's breathing. I called out... hoping for some response, even as I dreaded the same. It was too quiet - I could hear the sound of leather. And then the sound of steps coming closer. I held my breath in fear, definitely sure I did not want to be found now.

The touch was almost too light to be felt, running upward along one leg. The feel of skin against skin only reaffirming my worst fear... I was naked within the bindings. I screamed out, trying to pull away, only to hear a mocking laugh. The touch continued upward, grazing just over my mons. The touch was enough to realize I had been unconscious longer than I thought, the sheltering curls were gone.

Fear was becoming the only thing within my mind - I could not see, could not move. My helplessness was leaving me weaker than I thought was possible. I had to force myself to concentrate, to find some means of escape. I saw nothing yet... but, I could not let myself get trapped in those thoughts.

His hand, I was sure that it had to be a him, just by the seemingly large size of his calloused fingertips, had captured a single bud in their grasp. Tauntingly he pulled and twisted the nub. He tormented the tender tip until it responded and then leaned down to ravage my soft lips in a demanding kiss. Forcing my lips to part on a gasp as the pained tip was grasped tighter, his tongue plunged inward, tasting and caressing every nook.

My breath was becoming ragged, I did not even understand how my body was responding to such treatment. Sure, every woman probably had a fantasy or two of being completely at the whim of their lover, but, I did not even know this man. The scent of him was wrapping around me with every inhale; blocking out everything else. I heard a small click and my legs were forced wide apart upon the cushioned table. A small whimper built up as I ripped away from his kiss... "Please, just let me go, I don't even know who you are... I won't say anything... please... please, just let me go."

All I got in return was a soft chuckle. I felt him move away just a step, although his touch never left. Suddenly he was back and both hands were dragging upward between my lewdly spread thighs. I tried to twist my hips away; but, the belt over my waist preventing that small victory as well. His hands splaying over the sides and top of my upper legs; his thumbs just grazing over my most intimate flesh, almost parting it to his warm breaths. My soft begs became more strident. 

I could feel his hands clenching, as he rose again. For some reason the small reprieve only seemed to worry me more. I knew somehow that it was not acquiescence. I heard his steps retreating only to hear them returning, and coming toward the head of the table. His hands were not rough, even as my mind tried to grasp what he was doing. A seemingly large rubber ball was unceremoniously shoved between my lips, attaching to the straps that he wound around auburn tresses. The feel of it was unusual, and shocking. I did not like the feelings it gave me. My head thrashed from side to side, the screams I was forcing out were nothing but a muffled murmur.

And still... he would not say anything to me. I was not sure if that was good or bad; if I could stand what had to be pure darkness dripping from his lips. And yet, this complete lack of any sensation but his touch was surely going to drive me to insanity. His fingers trailed down the other side of my body this time, as he returned to the V between my thighs. Once more his mouth breathed warm air over the exposed folds. His thumbs parting the tender folds, if there had been light, I was sure he would have seen the glistening flesh that I was mortified to feel.

I felt the drag of his tongue from one end to the other of my pussy. My belly clenching in response. I could feel his soft murmur of appreciation vibrating against me. His tongue sliding again and again, lapping the juices that seemed to be flowing more freely. I felt two of his fingers slide harshly into my tight sheath, as his lips sealed over my distended clit. I was trying to deny the feelings he brought out; I had always been innocent of most carnal acts. Most of my knowledge of it, just coming from the books I secretly read.

His fingers thrusting rhythmically into me, as he nipped and suckled the tiny nub. Soft keening whimpers were unheard beneath the gag. The sensations were more than I had ever felt before, more than I knew I could feel. He easily brought me to the edge... and then forced me over. My body bowing upward what little it could move, I saw stars in the pitch blackness, as my scream of forced passion raged. I must have lost rational thought for a moment or two; because the next thing I felt was his hips grinding against mine. 

The taut leather stretched over the impressive bulge encased there. The fly perfectly wedged against my still spasming pussy as he leaned over me. His hot mouth closing over one nipple. Teasing it, nipping it, suckling it almost painfully. Alternating between the two, his breath as ragged as mine had become. There was not even the warning sound of movement, before sudden, inexplicable pain shot through my left nipple; closely followed by a mirrored pain on the right. His tongue then laving over the abused tips; what bit of them was not held with harsh perfection in the clamps. 

His hips arching once more against my clit, before he moved back. I felt him reaching, and heard a soft whistle of sound, before the pained heat registered in my mind. The fire licking just that distance between captured nipples and my core. It may have been a soft whip of sorts, but for flesh untouched it was excruciating. I heard a small chain rattling as my chest heaved with breath. I could not move away from the strikes; could not avoid the pain. Instead I had almost resigned myself to knowing nothing but pain now. I do not know if it was the realization that caused it, but, between one strike and the next, suddenly it was more than just pain. There was a hint of pleasure as he continued. 

My muffled pleas for mercy had a new quality... a new reason suddenly. I was sure he could tell the difference. The cadence of the strikes changed. And then suddenly it stopped. There were perhaps only seconds, but, to me time seemed to drag on forever. And suddenly the firey lashes had found a new target... my wantonly displayed pussy. It was too much. Even the bonds that he had me secured in, seemed to threaten to break as my body bowed upward in release.

In some distant part of my mind I heard the whip hit the floor beneath me; the sound of his zipper dragging down. I had not recovered from the spiral he had sent me on. My slick was convulsing with pleasure, only made the sudden thrust of his too thick length all the more forceful. One moment I was clenching upon nothing, and the next his vein-studded length seemed to shove through me to the back of my throat. His hands gripping tightly on my hips, leveraging the maddened thrusts against his strong hold. 

Every stroke seemed to force the bulbous head along that elusive spot. It seemed impossible my body could crave again... I had given up the sheltered notion that I should not crave at all. Nothing mattered but what he was doing; what he was making my body do. My fingers clenching and unclenching, wanting to touch. My hips curling just enough to seemingly beg for what was just out of reach. But, he already knew... and took me there once more. 

One thumb just reaching between us, pressing harshly on my punished clit, as his cock seemed to swell even further. His cum laden sack drawing upward as it slapped lewdly against me. I felt the hot spray of his cum jetting deep into my womb. The shock of it sent me soaring. His body leaning over mine as I felt the world drift away once more...



Captured Ch. 01



Captured: Chapter 1

Summer was considered, by many college students, to be a time for drinking, partying, and having a care-free attitude. It was summer, after all. There were no classes to attend, no homework to scribble down five minutes before class, and no exams. Summer was party season, and the little house on the corner of Greenway and Norton Rd was no exception. 

The air pulsed with a deafening beat. Music had been blaring from the little blue house on the corner since six o'clock and the party-goers had no intention of turning it down. Inside, bodies formed what would appear to scientists as a giant, gyrating amoeba. The air was hot and how these young adults could stand to be so close to each other on such a hot night was anyone's guess. The fur of everyone there was plastered down with sweat and spilled beer. Beer bottles clinked and the frothy goodness was going everywhere. 

A rather rowdy male tipped his beer bottle and poured the contents all over the white blouse of his dance partner. The amber liquid splashed over her round breasts and she howled with drunken laughter. The male laughed heartily along with her and searched for a place to dispose of his now empty bottle. In a drunken haze, he felt an open window was as good as any garbage can and with a quick toss, threw the brown bottle out the window, into the summer night. 

The beer bottle landed with a crash next to a limp form on an aging porch swing. The sound jolted the young raccoon to consciousness. She sat upright in the swing, causing the swing to sway underneath her. Holding onto the chains attaching the swing to the porch, she tried to steady herself. Her eyelids were half-closed in a drunken fog. Another loud bang came from nearby, this time, from the front door as it was kicked open by a trio of inebriated males. They all had their arms about the others shoulders, laughing and carrying on as they tried desperately to figure out why all three of them could not fit through the front door together. Finally squeezing through, they stood on the porch, taking the last few swigs of their beer. One male, a heavyset bear, looked over at the little raccoon sitting slumped in the porch swing. 

"Hey there! What are you doin' out here all alone?" His slurred speech was accompanied by the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes. As if to prove his status as a smoker, he pulled a pack from his pocket and with some difficulty, pulled out a long stick and lit it. The small raccoon looked up at him. He wore a leather jacket and tattered jeans. Pulling the cigarette from his lips, he let out a plume of gray smoke. 

"I'm waiting for my ride." She wasn't sure how long she had been out here. In all honesty, she didn't even remember walking outside. Last she knew, she had been throwing back a shot of tequila. "What time is it?" She looked down at her watch, but the hands blurred into the face of the clock. 

"Honey, its two in the mornin'." The bear sauntered over to her and slid in next to her on the swing. He offered her the cigarette in his paw but she politely refused and began digging in the pocket of her jeans for her cell phone. The pocket was empty. 

"Oh no! I've missed my ride. I told them I'd be out here by midnight." She began to panic, searching her other pockets and the swing for her cell phone. The bear laughed and patted her shoulder.

"Was it a blue car, cause some girl came lookin' for her friend?" The second male, a wolf, stepped over to join them. The third male who had come out with them went down the steps to the front lawn. He stumbled over to a large bush and unzipped himself. The raccoon looked away, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. Turning her attention back to the wolf and bear next to her, she nodded.

"Yes, she was driving her blue Neon. Did anyone tell her where I was?" The bear shrugged in response. The lion sat down next to her in the swing. He wore a red t-shirt and dark jeans. His fur was the color of ash and he, too, smelled of beer and cigarettes. Unlike the bear, he was lean, and slightly less intoxicated.

"Joey talked to her I think. Said anyone who needed to, could crash here. Finding you in that mob would have been impossible. She probably left you to spend the night here." The bear nodded in agreement. The female raccoon slumped even further in the swing. Between the two large males, she seemed dwarfed and almost child-like. The bear threw a thick arm around her. Heat radiated off of him. 

"When the party dies down, I'll find a spot to sleep then." She felt the wolf move closer. His nose quivered as he tried to discreetly sniff the air around the three of them. 

"What is your name, sweetheart? My name is Mack." The bear gave her a warm smile. The young raccoon gave him a smile in return.

"River. My name is River." The bear gave her a puzzled look. 

"River? That is a weird name." He shrugged and pulled her closer. The stench of alcohol and tobacco was strong on his breath and she pulled her head away from his muzzle. "You can bunk down with Vinny and I tonight. We'll make sure none o' them drunk punks bother you." He took another drag off his cigarette before putting it out on the swing and flicking it into the yard. River felt uneasy about the offer. 

"I think I'll find my friend Lacey and try and get a ride home with her." River thought a moment, then cursed loudly. Both males jumped at her sudden, loud use of profanity. 

"I don't have my house key either. Wherever I put my cell phone, my key must be there too." River jumped off the swing, landing uneasily on her feet. She swayed for a moment before continuing forward, making sure not to step on the broken glass underfoot. Mack and Vinny rose from the swing and followed her.

"We can help you find it. That key couldn't have gotten too far." Vinny looked through the front window. The party was still going strong. River headed inside, skirting around the mass of people in the living room. Perhaps she left them with Joey. She vaguely remembered him asking to hold her keys for her since she was drinking. But she would not have given him her cell phone. It must have slipped out of her pocket while dancing. Vinny and Mack were hot on her heels, searching high and low for her things.  

"Do you guys know where Joey was keeping everyone's keys?" River turned to the males behind her. They thought for a moment and Mack held a finger up as if he had just remembered.

"In his office. Joey was putting everyone's keys in there. You're not going to drive home are you?" Mack gave her a look of concern. River shook her head. "Okay, good. Well, let's go check in there." Mack stepped forward and led them to a shut door on the opposite side of the dancing mass. With a twist of the knob, the door swung open to reveal a small room, complete with desk, computer, and book case. It was as simple as an office could get. The three stepped in and Mack went straight to the desk. A drawer was opened slightly and as Mack pulled it, it gave a jingle as dozens of sets of keys moved within it. With a sigh of relief, River went swiftly over to the desk to search for her house key. As she crossed the room, Vinny stepped to the side and silently shut the door behind him. He clicked the lock and stood silently as River began digging through the drawer. Mack looked over to Vinny and they exchanged a silent nod.



Captured Ch. 01



Antonia couldn't believe she was held captive. She had made sure she was very careful on her mission. She had scouted the hideout for days before penetrating the base. But alas, she was captured, and now, her wrists were cuffed to a chain stretching up to the dark ceiling, her legs spread and ankles chained to the floor. 

She was stripped long before she was chained. Stripped and dumped into a pool of ice cold water, and now, she stood in the dank cellar, a cool wind blowing on her skin. Her long wavy brown hair hung limply around her waist, her brown eyes drooping with fatigue. Antonia didn't know how long she'd been in there. When you're naked and alone in a cellar, the essence of time just escapes you. Her toned arms ached, and she often clenched and unclenched her fingers to be sure they were still connected to her hands. Her large, 36DD breasts hung firmly on her chest, her dark nipples slightly erect. 

Suddenly, there was a large clank, and the metal doors slid open. Antonia gasped and focused her eyes, squinting at the sudden light. A young girl stumbled in, her arms tied roughly behind her back. Rough ropes dug into the skin beneath her small, supple breasts, pushing them upwards. Her nipples were a bright pink, evidence of earlier abuse. Her knees buckled as she walked in, and Antonia could see slivers of liquid running down her skinny thighs. Around her neck was a collar, which had a long piece of rope attached, leading to a broad, muscular, and naked man a few feet behind her. 

"Move it bitch," the man barked, his voice deep and harsh. He raised his leg and gave the girl a rough push on the bum, sending her flying forwards. However, the rope was gripped tightly in his hands, and when the rope was taut, the girl was jerked around and fell on her face, inches before the man's feet. Antonia winced. The girl's bottom was lifted, and she could see semen leaking from her worn pussy and her stretched ass hole. There were faint traces of dried blood, but they've been washed away by countless loads of semen. 

A horrifying thought suddenly flashed across her mind. Was she to be ravaged and broken like this young girl here? Forever to serve this terrible man? Antonia glared at the man, who had pulled the girl to her knees by her black hair, and forced her mouth down on his erect cock, it's width stretching her lips wide. Antonia glared at the man, no, monster. He stood a little over six feet, with large bulging muscles on his arms and chest. There was a strange red eye mask on his face, with small yellow thunderbolts at the corners of his eyes. He was grinning lustfully as he forced the girl to deep-throat him, the sounds of her tongue and her gagging turning her on even further. Suddenly, his cock spewed warm, sticky semen into the girl's mouth, which she swallowed quickly, then licked his member dry. 

"That'a girl," the man chuckled, jerking the girl up to a standing position by her hair. The girl cried out in pain. She was so much smaller than him, standing around five feet. Her reddened cheeks were wet with tears. 

"You bastard!" Antonia shouted, glaring furiously at the man. The man looked at her, surprised to see her there. The surprise quickly turned into an evil smirk, as he strode over to her, dragging the girl behind him. 

"You're the new prisoner boss recruited," he stated. He flicked his tongue out and ran it on the edges of his teeth, snarling flirtatiously. Antonia reeled back in disgust. 

"You sick son-of-a-bitch, hurting an innocent girl like that," she spat, nodding towards the small girl. The girl sniffed and looked at Antonia with her large dark eyes. The man looked back at the girl and laughed. 

"You are funny, you know that? This whore here is anything but innocent! She's fucked at least twenty different men today. Begged them to ram their cocks in all of her holes! Ain't that right, slut?" he bellowed, yanking the rope. The girl stumbled forward, her head outstretched. The man grasped her hair and pushed her head up and down. "Oh yes, I'm a slutty whore who likes to fuck!" he said in a falsetto, imitating the girl. Then he laughed cruelly at his joke. Antonia watched the girl hang her head in shame, tears rolling down her hot cheeks. 

"You shut up right now!" Antonia shouted, struggling against her chains. The movement did nothing except made her breasts bounce, which the man found hilarious. He smacked her large, firm breasts with his hand, making them sway from side to side. 

"You stop it right now!" Antonia screeched, struggling. The man chuckled and grasped her breast in his hands, squeezing it like a stress ball. Antonia squealed. "Stop it! Stop! You're hurting me!" she cried. The man put his mouth on her breast and sucked hard, his thick tongue flicking at her nipples, making them hard and erect. He bit down at them gently, pulling it with his teeth. Antonia threw her head back and cried, getting turned on. The man put his hand roughly on her crotch while gnawing away at her breasts, this thick fingers sloshing away inside her wet cunt. 

"Mmm, you're very wet, whore, very very wet," the man said, sneering at Antonia's flushed cheeks, his palm smacking against her crotch as he finger-fucked her. He released his fingers suddenly and held them out to the girl. "Come on whore, you gotta taste this! It's the nectar of horniness!" The man laughed, shoving his fingers into the girls mouth. The girl sucked and licked his fingers gingerly, tasting Antonia's juices. The man chuckled and walked off to the side, where he pushed a few buttons and pulled a lever. Antonia gasped as the chains moved, her upper body lowering until her knees were bent at a ninety degrees angle, her pussy exposed. 

"I'll let you two get acquainted," the man said, walking out the room. As he was about to exit the cellar, he flipped on a light switch. A single light bulb turned on over head, shining a spotlight on Antonia. The doors clanked shut. 

Antonia craned her neck uncomfortably to look at the girl over her large breasts. The girl was standing here, staring at her glistening pussy. "Um, it's alright honey, I'll get us out of here as soon as these chains come off," she reassured her. The girl shook her head. 

"They won't let you out of that until you've begged," the girl said quietly. Her voice was deeper than Antonia expected, and nothing like the high falsetto the man did minutes ago. 

Antonia frowned. "Well...what's your name?" she asked. The girl frowned and looked away. After long moments of silence, she spoke. 

"I haven't been called by my real name for a week," the girl muttered. "All they call me is 'slut', and 'whore', and 'bitch'." There was a long pause again. "But my name was Olivia." 

Was? Antonia felt a pang of sympathy for this girl. "Listen, Olivia-"

"Never mind that," Olivia said, her voice suddenly strong. "I came here to prepare you for tomorrow," she said. 

"Wh-what do you mean?" Antonia gasped. Olivia walked in front of her, kneeling down. Her face was directly in front of Antonia's cunt. 

"You're lucky," she said, breathing lightly on the woman's labia, inhaling the musky scent of her sex. "They broke into me right away." Olivia stretched her tongue out, lapping gently at Antonia's pussy. Her tongue dug underneath her folds, reaching the sweet nectar inside. Olivia pressed her face closer, her nose resting on Antonia's shaved pubis, her tongue pushing deeper into Antonia's cunt. Olivia sucked on her clit hungrily, her eyes closed. Antonia struggled as this young girl ate her out expertly, her tongue darting in and out of her pussy, her hot breath ticking her sensitive skin. Antonia felt a similar tingling between her legs as she approached her orgasm. She jerked her body as she released her fluids, which was expertly cleaned up by Olivia. Olivia pulled her mouth away, her tongue hanging out, trailing spit and pussy juice. She walked over to Antonia's face and threw one leg on the other side, sitting softly on Antonia's chest. Her legs were spread, her abused pussy resting inches from Antonia's face.

"Please Miss, lick my pussy," Olivia begged, slowly moving her hips along Antonia's lips. Antonia shook her head, panting softly.

"No! Let's not give in to this madness!" She cried. Olivia shook her head sadly, rubbing Antonia's breasts gently. 

"I gave in long ago," she said. Olivia bent over and took Antonia's breast in her mouth, licking her hard nipple slowly and forcefully. Antonia shuddered and opened her mouth. Olivia brought her hips down, mushing against the woman's face. Antonia had no choice but to give this girl what she wanted. 

Antonia had never sucked a woman before. She had sex only once, in the dark and under covers, and that was it. This girl's pussy, caked with cum from multiple people, turned her on. Antonia lapped at the dried cum, then brought her attention to the girl's pussy, already dripping with juices. Olivia moaned, slurping wildly at Antonia's breasts. She grinded her hips against Antonia's mouth, making her tongue protrude deeper into her vagina. 

"Oh Miss, you're so good," Olivia moaned, straightening up. She bounced herself on Antonia's face, riding her tongue like a cock. The thought of a woman's tongue in her, instead of hard, brutal cocks made her climax, buckling her body over Antonia's face. Antonia gasped and slurped up her juices as it spewed out from her pussy. She was panting when Olivia removed herself from her face. Both their cheeks were flushed. 

"Thank you Miss. I'm sorry, but not I have to call the masters in," Olivia said in an apologetic voice. She walked over to the door, and nudged a large intercom button with her shoulders. 

"Master, I am done," she said. There was a loud crackling sound, then the man's rough voice boomed through the speaker. 

"Very well, slut! Tell me, how was she?" 

Olivia looked back at Antonia, at her dripping pussy and heaving breasts, pink from all her sucking. She turned back to the intercom. "She was delicious," Olivia said truthfully. The man laughed. 

"I bet she came a lot, eh? Now tell me whore, who do you like better? That worthless bitch or your masters' nice, bulging cocks?" 

Olivia frowned. She hated the men. She hated they harsh way the penetrated her, they way they forced themselves onto her during random times of the day. But if she told him the truth, she would be severely punished. Olivia knew. She knew a girl who went against the masters. She never saw her again. "Of course, Master. Your cocks will always be my favorite."

The man laughed again and the doors creaked open. Antonia craned her neck and watched helplessly as the girl walked out, and the door shut behind her. Her pussy was still twitching slightly from her orgasm, and her juices slowly dripped down to her ass. Antonia let her head fall back, feeling the the dizziness as blood rushed to her head. 

Oh when...Oh when will this be over?



Captured Ch. 01



Hello beautiful readers!

For any of you who know my work I started a series known as "Claiming Lily" awhile back. However, I made a rash decision in putting it out there before I knew where I wanted the story to go. Therefore I began a new project which isn't so rash and I had plenty of time to think about. I hope you guys like this one much more than my other submission (if you've read my last submission). Also, for any of you who are interested in my last submission I am not leaving it completely. I'm currently trying to remove them from Literotica until I decide who I want the characters to be and how I want the story to progress. 

Please give me any feedback on how I could make this story better. I'm open to any new ideas and would love to hear your thoughts. 

Always aiming to please,

Kinky Kanizta 

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It was September 21st, 2020 when the world's governments collapsed and chaos erupted around the globe. Crime increased, and militias formed in the quest for power. The world was taken over by rampant greed and corruption. Freedoms and rights became a thing of the past and I lived through it. I witnessed first- hand the heinous crimes committed from my bedroom window. Innocent people were being killed in broad daylight and people were being robbed left and right, women were being raped in the street. This day began known as "The Take-Over" or "The Beginning." 

I was originally from what was known as Oregon. Now, Oregon ceased to exist and was just known to be part of a vast area of land that was under the jurisdiction of General Declan Lavery. General Declan Lavery was one of the four General's who somehow obtained power through the chaos. General Lavery as well as General Ayden Blake, Liam Finn and Landon Harrison all had an immense amount of power. However, General Lavery was known to be the wealthiest, most intelligent, and strongest General of the four districts. It was also rumored that he was the most beautiful of the four districts however I never believed that anyone that could cause so much destruction could be beautiful. 

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I woke up to my father whistling outside in the field. Even after all the madness he still found a way to be joyful. By the time I bathed, got dressed and walked down the steps my father was sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee with his sleeves rolled up practically drenched with sweat. 

"Good morning sweetie, up kinda late this morning don't ya think?" he said as he glanced at his watch. It was only 9:00AM but still, in this house we woke up at the crack of dawn. Working in the field was less stressful in the early hours of the morning since the sun wasn't beaming down on our backs. Working in the morning also left us with the afternoons and nights to ourselves. 

"Yeah Dad, I don't know. I think I'm going to take a walk and get some extra wood, we're almost out." 

His forehead wrinkles began to show as his brow furrowed. I could tell he was nervous and skeptical about letting me go out on my own. This happened every time I needed to go out and travel through the forest. He tries to protect me from it all by keeping me cooped up but he knows that no matter how hard he tries he can't stop me from seeing it eventually. I think he protects me so much because the rest of my family perished. My mother passed away long ago due to cancer, my brother died when standing up to the robbers who took everything we owned and when my sister ran out one night after a fight with my father she never made it home. It was just my father and I in this messed up house now with barely a penny to our names. We learned to live off the land and enjoy the simpler things in life. Life wasn't perfect, but the bond between my father and I was strong and that's all I needed.

"Okay sweetie, don't take too long now." And with that I put my hair in a bun and put on my brothers old cap that covered all my hair, grabbed my razor blade for protection and ran out the door straight towards the woods. 

God did it feel refreshing, the air was crisp with the smell of pine trees in the air. Squirrels and baby chipmunks were running about and the birds were in their usual formation in the sky. It was a beautiful day so I ran straight towards my secret spot in the woods. It was on higher ground and was covered by trees so no one could see me but I could see far and wide. There were a bunch of rocks there and a little stream that I cast little pebbles into. I took off my shoes and dipped my feet into the cold stream. I put my head back and let the sun cast itself on my skin. I closed my eyes and started wondering how easy life would be if I could stay in this one spot forever. If only time just stopped. If only life were that easy. 

After a good ten minutes I decided it was best to start moving again. You never knew who's in the woods. As I began looking for wood I began to hum the song my mother used to sing to me as a child. I missed her so much but I'm glad she didn't have to see what the world has come to. My mother was a saint and it would've killed her to see the world once so beautiful in ruins. 

It was then that I heard voices. I stopped humming and quickly hid behind a huge tree. When I peered around the tree I saw 5-7 men walking in my direction, making conversation amongst themselves and laughing. Maybe they'd pass me and not notice? But as they got closer I saw they were wearing uniforms. Shit, the Lavery militia. Okay, calm down, if I stay hidden and silent they'll probably pass. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of their voices and heavy booted feet get closer and closer and then get farther and farther away. I realized I'd been holding my breath for way over a minute so I let out a long, smooth exhale. Thank God. 

As I headed home I began to enjoy the scenery again. Sure, I could've been caught but I wasn't. I'd just have to be more careful next time. I'd also have to make sure not to tell my father otherwise he'd probably never let me out of his sight ever again. I was all he had left and he'd do anything to make sure it stayed that way. 

I was almost home. There was a little clearing approximately five minutes away from my house that I passed by every day. My sister, mother and I used to come here often and catch fireflies, dance around aimlessly and just look up at the stars. I always passed through here. After the robbery this spot was all I had left of my mother. I walked extra slow and remembered all the times we came out here. I missed my sister and my mom. It seemed like I'd lost track of how long they'd been gone. It seemed like their faces became something just out of a picture book. It was like they were never real at all; that they were all in my head. It was as if they were some fantasy; some fairytale. 

I broke out of my reverie when I heard the laughing again. I turned around and the men from earlier were standing at the edge of the clearing looking straight at me. My heart began to pound in my chest and I tried to will myself to calm.

"So what's a little thing such as yourself doing out here in the woods?" One of them joked as he stepped closer. If I was going to survive I'd have to improvise. Since my hair was in a men's cap and I was wearing baggy clothes I did what first came to mind. I coughed out in the manliest voice possible. 

"I'm not little and I'm only gettin' some lumber for ma pops." 

The men began to laugh. Of course they'd laugh. I couldn't even take myself seriously. The man who spoke first walked up to me until he was at arm's length. I could barely move let alone breath. My body became immobile due to immense fear. He then grabbed my cap and ripped it off. In the process of yanking the cap off my hair tie broke and my abnormally red hair cascaded down my back. One of the men moaned and the one in front of me began to lick his lips. Another one of the men screamed out behind him "I wonder if her cunt hair is just as red!" 

The man in front of me spoke again. "Now we can either make this extremely easy or extremely difficult, you choose." Before I had any time to respond he pushed me to the ground and began to undo his pants. He grabbed me by my hair and forced me to my knees. "You better not bite bitch." He then forced his sweaty cock into my not so eager mouth. 

It was then that I became inspired. I began to stroke his cock with my right hand and suck him off eagerly. I then dug into my pocket and hoped for the best. As he loosened his grip on my hair I bit down full force on his erection and cut his balls with the razor from my pocket. He screamed out in pain as I took the ample opportunity to make a dash for it. 

Before long I was surrounded by the 5-6 other men. I wasn't going down without a fight. So I grabbed a piece of wood from the ground and was able to hit two of men. However, my victory was short lived. The last thing I saw was a blurry group of men ambushing me as a needle pierced my neck and my body went limp as I crashed to the ground. 

****

When I came to I was tied to a chair in a dark room. I tried to wiggle my wrists and ankles but hard metal began biting into my skin. I wasn't going to waste my time bruising myself when it was obvious that I wasn't getting out of here right away. If I wanted to get out of here I needed to plan carefully and make strategic moves rather than rash decisions. 

As I thought of plans of escape the headache that probably comes as an effect of whatever drug they put into me kicked in. I closed my eyes and willed my mind to stop racing. I never head a headache this bad. The room began to spin and I felt extremely sick. I don't know why I was avoiding throwing up. They'd have to clean it. Why should I make my stay pleasurable for them? So I vomited all over the floor. 

A little while after throwing up my guts the door to the room was opened and a bright light rushed into the room. As my eyes adjusted I took in the basics of the room. No windows and made of all concrete; Great. After I surveyed the room, or lack thereof a man entered the room. He wore a crisp, fitted suit with expensive looking dress shoes. He had black hair that was sleeked back much like an old Patrick Dempsey and had abnormally grey eyes that held no form of compassion whatsoever. I figured this was General Declan Lavery. No one ranked below him could possibly look this smug of an asshole. He looked at the floor and it seemed my vomit didn't have my intended effect. Who was I kidding? It wasn't like he was going to clean it up. 

The General, or so I thought he was walked around me numerous times before he spoke. 

"So I see you did a number on my men out there. One has a cracked rib, the other has a busted shoulder and you got the other one real good with the razor and your bite mark." When he mentioned the last one I couldn't help but feel proud. I wasn't anyone's sex toy. 

"You know my brother is very angry about that. But I must say, I give you credit, you're quite clever to outsmart my brother." I hated to break it to him but maybe someone should let him know his brother is as dumb as a doornail.

"So what's your name young lady?" 

My eyes wandered momentarily before I met his gaze. Did I really want to tell him my name?

"Ashley Foucusko." 

"That's a pretty name. My name is General Declan Lavery but I'm sure you already knew that."

I couldn't hold back my tongue any longer. "It wasn't that hard to figure out; after all you are the cockiest prick in the room." He then began to laugh this sadistic laugh matched with a stellar smile of pearly whites that didn't reach his eyes. "You know, maybe I'll reconsider keeping you for myself. After all, I do like a challenge." 

I then heard an "aw" come out from the doorway. Sure enough it was the man whose penis I almost bit off. He walked to me and lifted my face to his gaze "I was looking forward to taming this pretty piece" he said as he stroked my face. I yanked away from him. The General spoke again, this time with a more joking demeanor. "Well considering you couldn't control her the first time, what makes you think you can control her at all?" His brother made a face of anger and sarcastically laughed "She just surprised me is all. I'm sure I can put her in her place. If you ever tire of her, hand her over to me." The General laughed his sadistic laugh again. It was starting to get annoying. "Alright Lucas. We'll see." 

After Lucas left the General walked around me multiple times again. After a few minutes he spoke. "Fuck you asshole." 

"Um, excuse me?

"Don't play dumb with me little girl. You think I can be fooled by some anagram? Ashley Foucusko...fuck you asshole. Part of my job is to read people." He then gripped my chin and forcefully pulled it upwards so that I was looking straight into his smoldering grey eyes. He smiled that sadistic smile again. "You're going to be a fun one aren't you? I like that. I'm going to enjoy bending you to my will." He began to caress my chin. "There there, I don't want to damage this pretty little face." 

How did he know that was an anagram? I couldn't help but sneer at him. Maybe he was a little more intelligent than a thought. He then turned his back to me and began to walk out of the room. Before he left completely I heard him tell a body guard outside to send for me to get fixed up and to clean up the mess I'd made. 

Moments later, two armed guards came in and looked down on me for a moment with serious faces. I wondered if they had families and if they did how did they treat them? Were they as cruel and serious with their families as they were with their captors? My thoughts were cut short when one of them pulled out a syringe. "What's with you people and drugging people?" and then my vision was blurred again before I faded into the darkness of my own subconscious.



Captured Ch. 01



I was just 18.

I had white blond hair that was cut into a sharp bob. My makeup was light but nice. I was 5"4 and skinny, pale white skin with blue eyes and pouty pink lips. I was a cheer leader. It was my last year of High School and everything was perfect. I had many friends and a lot of guys liked me. 

It was homecoming night and I had been cheering my ass off. Flips and cheers and dances from that night were tiring me out, but I was happy. We had own our first home game! I went to the after party and started drinking. No big deal.

Then my life went to hell when I decided to walk home, as I couldn't drive and my house was a few blocks away. 

I was stumbling home texting on my phone when I was approached by a man. 

He was in his early 30's, dark hair that was short, a bear and a twirly mustache. He was 6"4 and had a nice build. I thought he was extremely hot.

"Where are you coming from, little one?" He asked.

I had my cheer uniform on still and threw my arms sloppily in the air in a half ass cheer-

"We won the homecoming game! Go Bears!" 

"Nice cheer. You're very pretty, need a ride?" He said.

I blushed at him calling me pretty, never had an older man say that to me in such a way...

"I Uhm, my house is right there, so I'm gonna walk. Thanks though."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Well him I don't think you'll make it that far, follow me" he grabbed my hand and started pulling me to his car by the curb. 

"No I'm ok! Thanks!" 

I say nervously as I pull my hand away, turn on my heel and power walk away. I only get a few feet when he grabs my arm and spins me.

"No. You're coming with me."

My eyes go wide. This man was gonna hurt me, and I was scared. He was no longer attractive. His eyes were black and his dark hair reminded me of the devil.

"Stop!" I scream and try to pull away. His hand covers my mouth and he pulls my arm around my back, twisting it.

"Shut your fucking mouth."

He drags me to his car, and throws me down in the back seat, crawling on top of me. I'm pinned under his weight. He let's go of my arm, and rips off duct tape with his mouth. He moves his hand and places the tape of my mouth. 

"That will shut you up. I had to listen to your loud mouth cheering all night. I had to watch you shake that fucking ass in front of everyone like some goddamn whore."

He was at my game? How long had he been watching me?

He warped the tape tightly around my wrists behind my back, then around my ankles. He covers me with a blanket.

I hear him slam the door and get into the front seat, start the car and drive off.

I'm terrified. This man is going to kill me. If only I had been so lucky...

"You know Hope, when I first saw you I fell in love. I thought I was sick...you were a kid. Fucking pep team in 7th grade. I saw you grow up through each game, each year. Planning when I would talk to you. I loved you Hope..." 

Who the fuck was this guy? I was balling.

"Then I saw you last game, in SpringValley..."

We had played them last week, the town was 3 hours away.

"I drove all that way, and you cheered amazing as always, then after I saw what you did."

I didn't understand...I was with the band after helping with their equipment.

"I saw you kiss him."

What? I though t to myself. Tom? The trumpet player? I kissed his cheek because he caught the drum case I almost dropped. I would have been in a lot of trouble had it been broken...It was an innocent kiss on the cheek!

"Then I realized what you were. A goddamn cheerleader whore!" He yelled.

We had been on the road for about 45 mins, when we pull up to a house.

He put the cover of my head, and walked me to this house.

It smelled nice, like flowers. It was warm and cozy. I could feel the heat and hear the crackle of a fire.

Was this his house?

He lifted the bag and I saw the interior.

It was pretty, a high ceiling, wood polished floors, 3 huge leather couches, elegant paintings hung on the huge walls. A huge screen tv, and all the latest consoles, as well as a huge collection of movies. The fire place was beautiful, and the flames crackled.

"Though you're a whore, I still love you. You can stop that sluttyness and be mine. All this can be yours baby. It's all for you. I want to marry you baby."

My eyes knitted together, at the time I felt bad for him. He loved me, he wanted me. It was a crush. Just a crush and he didn't understand how to approach me. He was jealous. 

He took the tape off my mouth and set me on one of the couches.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't know you liked me, I didn't know you. You could just come up and talked to me. You're scaring me this way."

He looked at me and he had tears in his eyes

"Hope, do you love me?"

"I don't... really know you... You kid napped me..."

His eyes went back again. 

"I want to give you all this-" he gestured around the room- "and you still don't want me. Fucking. Whore!"

He slapped me so hard I fell over.

I screamed and started crying again.

"Come the fuck on then, whore!"

He grabbed me by my leg and dragged me down a hall, and then down some stairs. I hit my head and body am it hurt. I was balling and struggling to get away. 

Then I smelled metal and staleness.



Captured Ch. 01



His head lifted as his fingers lightly brushed her there, stirring the tiny curls, all the while watching her expressive face. She struggled harder as his fingers parted her plump lips to discover her dewy folds, and she moaned softly as he lightly stroked her melting flesh. 

He took advantage of her parted lips, slanting his mouth over hers, his teeth nibbling her lower lip as his fingers tormented her between her splayed thighs. His other hand released her wrists, and her small hands hesitantly slid through the silken black waves as she drowned in his kiss, his softly caressing mouth and fingers coaxing a shameful response from her. She arched against him as his finger found her gate, circling it before easing up into her damp heat. She squirmed as his finger gently explored her tightness, stretching her around the invading digit as he sought deeper and deeper. Her thighs quivered as he slid another finger up inside of her, her body soon adjusting to the uncomfortableness of his fingers exploring deep in her pussy. 

She bucked on his hand, her eyes widening when without warning he thrust his fingers deep inside of her, tearing through her maidenhead. Tears filled her eyes at the stinging sensation as her fingers clawed his back. 

"Shh," he murmured against her lips as he gazed down at her dazed blue eyes. "The pain will be over soon."

She whimpered as his fingers began moving inside of her, caressing her, drawing from her untutored body an unwilling response as ripples of sensation began to flood through her. His lips traced her jaw and nibbled at her lips as his thumb found her pink nub.

She was moaning softly, her fingers clinging to him as she writhed on his hand, a coiling tension building low in her belly. 

"Please," she gasped, unsure whether she was asking his to stop this madness, and groaned when his fingers withdrew from her. She felt him fumble between their bodies and she shook her head side to side, her breathing shallow, the tips of her breasts rasping pleasurably against his linen shirt. Her fingers slid up beneath his shirt, exploring the sinewy muscle of his broad back rippling just below the skin, glorying in the feel of the silken warmth. "Please."

"Patience, little one," he breathed against her ear as he drew her thighs up over his arms.

She pushed down on him when finally she felt his fingers return to the damp folds between her thighs, her body craving his knowing caresses.

"Oh," she cried as she felt her damp folds speared by something larger than his fingers. "What-"

Her cry was cut off as his mouth closed over hers, and her nails dug into his back as he pushed against her tight resistance. Tears trickled down her cheeks as he withdrew slightly before sliding even deeper inside of her, stretching her, impaling her on his hardness. 

"Don't," she cried, tearing her mouth from his as he thrust deeper, forcing her virgin flesh to yield as he sunk further into her inch by inch with a relentless determination that left her gasping for breath. 

She beat her fists against his chest as he sunk in her to the hilt, refusing her pleas to stop as he slid those last few inches. 

His breathing was laboured as he stilled inside of her, letting her adjust to the feel of him filling her. She was exquisite, slick and tight, like a clenched fist gripping his straining shaft. His fingers brushed back the damp blonde curls from her face as she gazed up at him with hurt eyes. 

"Trust me," he murmured huskily. "Soon you will feel nothing but pleasure." She gasped as his hands imprisoned her waist and he lifted her off of the table. She hooked her ankles together as she clung to him, unconsciously clenching around him as he carried her to the bed and drawing a moan from him. 

He walked several steps on his knees on the bed before finally lowering her to the mattress and sinking on top of her. His hands slid down over her hips to grasp her bottom as he slowly began to move in her with long, smooth strokes.

Soon the uncomfortableness of having him deep inside of her began to recede, and slowly her arms crept up around his shoulders, her fingers delving into the thick black mane at his nape as he stretched her around him with each driving thrust.

He mouth captured a taut nipple as his hand slid between their bodies as he sought to drive her to the heights of pleasure.

She tipped her head back, encouraging the caress of his mouth as she shuddered around the impaling length of him. She was lost to everything by the frenzy his driving shaft awoke in her as his knowing fingers tormented her there, causing her to buck and writhe on his thrusting shaft. 

Her head was rolling from side to side as he slammed into her, the urgency of his strokes driving her further and further in a spiral of sensation. 

Her nails raked down her back as an explosion tore through her, her tight pussy rippling around him as he speared her, driving her peak further and further as she came beneath him. 

He lunged inside of her, his control snapped as he drove into her damp heat, all her resistance melted as he slid inside of her tight warmth. She gasped and writhed beneath him as he slammed into her, spearing her, forcing her to accept his domination as he rode her hard.

Soon it was too much, and he spurted his seed into her womb, his body shuddering as his jerking thrusts slowed to a halt, his damp forehead pressed against hers. 

"I knew you would be like this, soft and warm and willing." He kissed her slowly, and she lay beneath him, reality slowly returning to her dazed senses. "Ever since I first saw you buying ribbons in the market place."

"You-you planned this," she gasped, struggling out from beneath his heavy weight. He rolled off of her, letting her go, and she stumbled to her feet, her eyes searching hastily for her discarded gown. 

She finally spied it crumpled on the floor and she quickly snatched it up, unaware of the alluring eyeful she was giving the amused pirate as he lay with his hands behind his head. She held it up against her breasts and turned around to face him. 

He lay leisurely on the bed, uncaring of his nudity and a blush warmed her cheeks as she caught sight of the long, thick glistening shaft laying along his thigh and she hastily lowered her lashes.

"Carly," he murmured, and her eyes rose to his, outraged. 

"You even know my name!" she cried out desperately. "Yet I do not know yours, even though you – you-"

"Daemon." He said quietly, his hand patting the bed beside him but she refused to heed him. "My crew know me as Raven."

His eyes narrowed dangerously as she backed slowly toward the door and she gasped in horror as he moved swiftly from the bed. Her fingers closed around the doorknob just as he caught her, easily lifting her up off her feet and carrying her over to the bed. He tossed her down onto it's softness, the breath rushing from her lungs as she lay before him, her golden mane spread out beneath her.

He towered over her, hands on hips as he surveyed her swollen lips and dazed sky-blue eyes. "You forget, little one. You are my captive now. There is no escape for you."

"Bastard," she said with all the haughtiness she could muster, and he threw back his head and laughed.



Captured Ch. 02



Her head ached where the blunt end of a sword had devilishly struck her. She remembered the battle; her small party had been attacked, and outnumbered as they made their way to her brother’s keep. She remembered she was on her way to the castle, her mother had recently passed away and she had been called to live with her brothers. She wondered if she was in their castle now as she struggled to awaken. 

The scent of burning candles and incense led her to believe she was safe, they must have one the battle, and she must be safe, with her family. But how? How could they have won? She began to recall small pieces of what had happened, the attack had been quick, and on her family’s land, entirely unexpected. And who had attacked them? Wait, she remembered soldiers, soldiers that carried no banners, soldiers who appeared out of nowhere. There was only one Lord she knew of who had soldiers like this, and as the thought shook her she snapped herself awake, but before she even opened her eyes she knew there was something wrong. Her wrists, her wrists were bound to the lush bed she was in, over her head and spread apart, she realized her wrists and ankles had a dull soreness, she must have been tied with coarse rope, but not now, now it was a softer material. 

She was afraid to open her eyes. She was bound, that alone seemed humiliating, and then she was naked. Why was she naked? More disturbing, the sensitive loins of her body felt heavy, strange. She couldn’t remember what had happened to her and it left her with a sense of fear. She forced herself to face that fear, and opened her eyes.

To her horror she was, just as she suspected, not safe in her brother’s castle. She was undressed under the thin sheet over the lengthy bed that held her, her breasts were exposed and there was one bead shaped clamp on each of her nipples, making them erect, and the way her hands were tied to their sides her breasts seemed to be on display.

Her situation shook her, and she immediately began to struggle against her restraints, but they were tied so tightly she could not concentrate in her panic. She had not noticed the dark room. It was day, but the curtains were drawn shut and the light came from candles and a well-lit fireplace, but even in the light provided did she fail to see the shadow of another being in the room with her, not until he reached the end of the bed and stared coldly at her struggling body as the sheet, the only thing covering her twisted off one of her hips, giving him even more to see, and even through his cold stare and the mask he used to hide his left eye there was amusement building in him.

She first noticed him and became furious, ready to demand he release her. She was not one to hold her tongue; he realized this, so when she suddenly realized he was naked before her, hard and ready between the muscles of his thighs, and she turned her head in a display of fear, he smiled.

Horribly embarrassed by the way she blushed over the sight of him, and the sight she must be. She fought to find a way to regain the upper hand, not that she ever had it, and then, the sudden sensation between her legs, the one that brought her to close her knees tightly as her pussy moistened. She became outraged, was this sensation the reaction from looking upon a naked man? But why this man? She knew who he was, she despised him! And then, the image of him over her came to mind, the feeling over her body.

Her nipples began to feel swollen under the pressure of the clamps and her wide eyes suddenly lunged back to his, refusing to show fear as she thought of what he could have already done to her body.

“What have you done to me?” she screamed.

“Hasn’t your body answered your question?” he replied in his calm, deep voice.

She watched wearily as he suddenly came forward on the bed and reached for her. She fearfully moved away, pulling herself to sit up against the little slack of her restraints, but he had caught the thin sheet and pulled it fully off of her body as she closed her thin knees, and in turn he began to laugh mockingly.

“Are you already wet?” he smiled, “I’m flattered.”

She saw him crawling forward on the bed and her eyes became sharp.

“Stay away from me.” She warned.

He didn’t, of course. She would not be so easily handled conscious, Talos was aware of that. When she suddenly swung her small but accurate foot in his direction he was prepared and caught her ankle. He grabbed her second ankle and pulled her flat, using her restraints against her. Her arms fell tight and stretched under his pull and she screamed as he moved quickly, pinning her right leg under his own strong leg, and lifting her left over his shoulder, opening her to him in a humiliating sprawl. He was free to see what he wanted and she was entirely unnerved. She screamed again as he moved his finger directly into her swollen walls, into her shying pussy. He laughed again.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” He remarked, “your body already wants me, but by all means scream if you like, no one will come… tell me, does this feel good?”

He pushed two more fingers inside, invading her secret place, watching the way she grew wet to his touch, the way he saw her breasts responding, her chest heaving. She hated him for this.

“No!” she screamed.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked calmly, still copiously violating her.

She grit her teeth and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

“Answer me.” He frowned, pinching one of the sensitive lips between her thighs, forcing her to wine, and when she came to realize his grip would not loosen she spoke.

“Yes.” She mumbled. “Everyone knows who you are.”

“Tell me who I am.” He replied, letting the lip go, but continuing the assault on her ever so moistening pussy.

“Talos.” She hissed, “Lord Talos.”

“Yes, but do you remember me?” he asked. “Do you remember the last time we met?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her answer seemed to infuriate him and she gasped as he suddenly removed his hand from her wet place but grabbed both her legs, forcing them over his shoulders as he leaned forward, his organ against the place where his hand had been, and the sight of the firm dick pulsating at her opening was alarming. She tried to will her body closed, so that he may not enter.

She was snapped to attention when his hand suddenly tugged at one of the clamps pinching her nipple, and shamefully she gasped at the way it felt, teasing her body in an inexplicable way. She felt his breath on her neck as he twisted both clamps freely in his hands, placing pressure, pinching her receptive nipples between the terrible clamps, and then relieving it.

The sensation of mixed pain and pleasure brought her to strain against the binds of her wrists, and she was forced to look at him pleadingly, wanting him to stop, she tried to tell him without words, it was bad enough she was begging, but to have to truly beg him to stop would be degrading, especially because the way her body felt against him was not her fault, it was his, it was definitely his fault and her pride wouldn’t allow her to be ashamed over the way he was causing her to feel.

Talos continued to twist the clamps, forming her twisting breasts in his hands, adoring the way agony stretched over her face as she met his visible eye.

“Do you remember me?” he once again inquired.

“No.” 

“You’re lying to me, when you lie, you are punished, understand?” he gripped the caught nipples and twisted both as far as he could without harming her flesh, but it was still enough pain, and on top of it the throbbing head of his erection had been covered with her precious juices, sliding between her legs, he couldn’t resist pushing the tip of his penis inside of her, aching for the same comfort he had found there before.

She screamed again, the feeling of him inside the way he was felt familiar, she realized he had been there before, but now she truly felt it, never before had she known such a feeling, not the way it felt to have a man between her legs.

“I’m not lying!” she pleaded, “I don’t know you! I only know of you!”

“Don’t lie to me.” He replied, releasing her tender nipples, their peach color now a healthy red under the clamps, but before she could partially recover he had placed his strong hands her slender hips, spearing her further on his smooth, stabbing appendage, but not enough to tear her, not yet.

The feeling of being further inside her tight, dripping opening caused him to groan with certain pleasure, and he couldn’t help moving in and out as her body began to struggle under him, alluring him even more. But he moved slowly, his visible eye locked on her, still waiting for an answer.

“Tell me, or I will stake you right now!” he warned, and seized her hips again, ready to pull her further onto him.

“No!” she screamed, “Please no further!”

As she listened to her own words it occurred to her she was begging. How dare him make her beg! But what choice did she have? She tried to think quickly, what to tell him, if she told him the truth the scoundrel would certainly harm her further, but if she lied he could also harm her.

“Tell me!” he ordered, fighting the urge to pull her hips down the full length of him.

“Please,” she sobbed, “I don’t know, if we met I don’t remember, please, I swear I don’t remember!” 

It was a lie. She had quickly made up her mind, deciding she would not be giving him the satisfaction of the truth, and her tears were convincing. Talos stared at her, furious, mostly because he believed her, and it was outrageous that she couldn’t have remembered. He was also fighting his surprise of her tears, even his cold heart had a weakness, and he happened to hate when women cried. He was also taken by surprise at how easily he seemed to have broken her, and with that, the suspicion swarmed him, she could be playing games, the deceptive little bitch. He decided it best not to push her just yet, let her think she has one. His dangerous eyes softened, if only slightly, and he pulled himself back from her depths, but still giving the head of his arousal the satisfaction it wanted, his head thrusting from her hugging pussy in short quick lengths. He reached forward with his hands again, moving them over her breasts in a gentle way, shocking his captive, who had not been aware he was capable of touching so kindly, and so forcefully at the same time, and as he carefully removed the clamps from her nipples and lowered his mouth upon them, suckling them into their natural form, and an embarrassing moan escaped her, giving him all the encouragement he needed. He felt her shiver as he kissed her neck, and breathed softly into her ear.

“What’s your name?” he asked her ear, “your family has been very secretive about that… what should I call my new pet?” 

He felt her jaw lock against the side of his cheek, it seemed she was refusing to answer him. Well, he wasn’t about to have that.

“Alright.” He sighed as he withdrew from her saturated thighs, working his way down until he had her stiffened knees over his shoulders again, “we’re going to play a game, but don’t worry, you’re going to like this game.”

She began to shake her head, bewildered as his firm hand lifted her ass, arching her towards him as he drew his finger into her pussy again, his movement now was direct, he was probing her, looking for her sensitivities, and he was watching it, how humiliating! He was watching up close, the effect he was having on her helpless body.

“There is no need to be frightened.” He said, noticing the terror over her, terror he did like, but now it was his job to be the comforting hand, so to speak. “Has a man ever touched you like this before?”

She drew her eyes away again, so in retaliation he moved his finger harder against her special place, he knew exactly where it was, and he watched in amusement as her back arched further and she bit her lip, refusing to submit to his concur of her.

“Come now pet, tell me you’re the virgin that you are…. Tell me… tell me now.”

She tried to rub her thighs together, struggling against the pressure he was building within her, but he held her firmly in place, not allowing her any control. And she heard the sound of her own wet chasm as his hand dipped into the pool her body had created. She could see her nipples outstretched again, over her arched chest, it was torture! But like no torture she had ever heard of, and as the pressure continued she didn’t understand it, she didn’t know how to stop it, but she was certain he did.

“A man’s never touched me there.” She gave in.

“Tell me you’re a virgin.” He demanded, “Tell me I’m the first.”

She was forced to moan again before she could answer.

“You’re the first.” She uttered.

“Good.” He smiled, the pressure of his fingers giving her some ease, but it wasn’t over, “Now here is our game,” he continued, “I want you to tell me your name, until you do, you don’t get to cum.”

She raised a sharp eyebrow, with no idea what he was talking about, and he saw that stubborn innocence immediately.

“Don’t worry.” He winked, “you’ll understand… all you have to do is tell me your name.”

Her eyes widened as she watched his mouth move over her wet pussy, drinking her juices in his deep kiss, massaging her ass firmly in his hands intensifying the experience, and before she could object she was caught up in the moans she tried so desperately to muffle. The soft sounds expelling from his quarry made him hot, and he hungrily lapped every spill of her sweet juices, creating more to willingly accept. He could feel his swollen dick firm against his tight abdomen now, how easy it would be to thrust it within the depths of her, but he was enjoying her predicament too much to be hasty. Her soft thighs seemed to fight him as she tried to relive herself with the mounting pressure, the pure pleasure she felt that overwhelmed her, and she ached to be free from his relentless kiss, but she bit her lip, refusing to give in, hoping he would give up first, after all, what he was doing to her, with his mouth no less, was unthinkable, she couldn’t even have imagined it. 

She was no innocent; she had been raised with brothers to fight, and she had felt many lives lost on her own sword, so she wasn’t innocent, so how could she be now? How could something so primal as what he was doing make her feel so naïve? She was mortified when she arched herself again; she was giving him her pussy, leaning into his mouth, into that perverted tongue, how could she? She was helpless, and he only gripped her ass more firmly, pulling her with her helpless advance, spreading the soft cheeks of her curved buttocks open, strained and wanting. She couldn’t help it. She closed her fists against the restraints and she moaned loudly, the sound erupting from her, and she forced her mouth to create a word with her very next breath.

“Sabine!” she cried, “My name is Sabine!”

She gasped as he unexpectedly pulled her forward, his tongue reaching into her depths, curving over her sweet insides and granting her the release she needed, and he held her legs firmly over his shoulders, nearly unprepared for the arches of her body. He drank the liquids of her released cum, her climax exciting him, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop, not now, he couldn’t stop lapping at her exploding juices, and as her awareness came to surface over her flushed cheeks she felt herself ready to cry out again, for the scoundrel was not releasing her, he was entrapping her with his lust all over again.



Captured Ch. 02



“Like this?” he queried huskily as he surged against her, pushing the tight walls of her pussy apart as he began to sheath himself inside of her. 

She moaned and squirmed on the thick hard length of him slowly filling her, her head thrown back, her back arching as she cried out. Her body shuddered in ecstasy as she came on him as he drove into her to the hilt, possessing her fully. 

He groaned as she squeezed and rippled around him, her exquisite tightness almost sending him over the edge. Slowly, with long smooth thrusts he began to stroke his hard cock in her spasming pussy as his hands reached beneath her, capturing the her tiny breasts and gently plucking and rolling the hard nipples. 

She was wet and open to him as he slide up deep inside of her, and he couldn’t believe how exquisite she felt. The urgency of his thrusts began to increase, and his fingers sought beneath her to massage between her lush pink lips. He felt her quiver as his fingers found her, teasing her pink jewel until she was writhing and bucking on his hard shaft as he speared her tight pussy. 

“Please,” Carly begged, her body on fire with her renewed need, her pussy glorying in the feel of him sliding up inside of her, stretching her around his huge thickness as he took her from behind. Tingles sparked between her thighs as she felt the burning, coiling heat low in her belly wind tighter and tighter until she thought she might snap. 

He took her fiercely from behind, his muscular warmth covering her as his fingers strummed between her thighs as he drove into her over and over, bunching up deep inside of her straining pussy.

She felt his driving thrusts pummel her bottom as hot warmth flooded her pussy. She cried out, squeezing him hard as her body exploded around him as he shuddered and jerked inside of her, his grunts filling her ears. 

She collapsed on the bed when he reached up and released her wrists, rolling slightly onto her side as she drew deep gulping breaths into her heaving lungs. He stretched out beside her and drew her into the cradle of his body, his chest pressing against the curve of her back, his shaft nestled against her bottom, his hands smoothing up and down her arms as his chin rested on the top of her head. 

“Soon I will fill your belly and the thought of leaving me will never cross your mind.” 

She stiffened slightly, struggling away from the burning warmth of him pressing against her from behind. “No,” she gasped. 

His fingers slid down over her hips, pressing possessively against the gentle swell of her belly and holding her firmly against him. 

“Yes,” he promised her as he brushed his lips against her golden tendrils. 

~*~ 

She lay curled up in a ball on the bed, gazing out at the darkening sky through the porthole. She hadn’t moved since he had left her, too stunned by the thought of carrying his child. 

Her thoughts wavered between shock and dread, yet it was the tiny thrills of excitement that she feared the most. 

She didn’t move when she heard the door softly open and close, nor the gentle hand smoothing though her mane as her sister settled on the bed. 

“Did it hurt?” Miriam asked softly. 

Carly shook her head slightly, never once taking her eyes of the rise and fall of the sea as the ship rocked gently. They had anchored not long ago, and she had heard the lowering of boats in the water, the noisy scraping of crates along the wooden deck as cargo was unloaded. 

Small hands ran soothingly through her hair, untangling small snarls. 

“Do you want to…talk about it?”

Again Carly shook her head, and Miriam fell silent. 

After an eternity, Carly finally spoke. “Do you remember the summer we spent in Brighton, and how we swam in the sea?”

“Oh, yes, it was absolutely freezing, and my toes turned blue!” Miriam shuddered in recollection. 

“The sea would be warm here,” Carly said, rolling onto her back to gaze up at her sister. 

Miriam gazed back at her with her head on the side, before enlightenment dawned and her eyes widened. “You want to-to...”

Carly nodded intently, grasping her sister’s hand. “We are both narrow enough to try and fit through the porthole. It would be a small drop to the sea, and then we could swim toward shore and get help.” 

“But they would see us and stop us!”

“It will be dark soon.” 

“But what if we can’t make it.”

“We will,” Carly almost pleaded. 

“He did hurt you!” Miriam exclaimed at Carly’s look, and Carly gazed away as she sat up, presenting Miriam with her creamy back. Carly was unaware of the look of horror on Miriam’s face as he eyes traversed the creamy skin of Carly’s back lightly marred with bruises that evidenced Daemon’s possession of her, before her long golden mane tumbled into place. 

“I won’t leave without you, Miriam. But we have to go soon. It may be our only chance.” 

~*~

It was how they found themselves in the inky dark water not long later, the lights from the not-so distant shore their only guide to safety. 

Their chemises swirled around their waists as they paddled toward the shore, and Carly was thankful that the tide was incoming, as their swimming ability was poor. 

Carly had feared Daemon’s return would thwart their plans as she impatiently waited for darkness to fall, and even now she expected his yell to travel across the water as he discovered her missing from his cabin. 

She was exhausted by the time she waded up onto the dark beach, collapsing onto her knees in the soft sand, so different from the smooth hard pebbles at the beach in Brighton. 

As she turned to wait for her sister, only a length or two behind her, she didn’t see the large thick man loom out of the darkness. It was only the smell of stale cigar smoke and ale that warned her a moment before pain flared at the back of her head, sending the world black. 

~*~

Carly woke with a pounding headache. She was cold and shivery, curled up on the wooden floor, her damp chemise clinging to her stiffly. 

It was dark where she lay, not a sliver of light to give a hint of her surroundings. She moved slightly, and her heart felt as though it fell to her knees as metal scraped along the floor. It was only then that she became aware of thick metal manacles weighing heavily on her ankles. 

“Miriam!” she whispered fearfully, feeling around her. Nothing. 

Oh, god, what had her foolishness and pride gotten them into? Could Miriam have drowned, never having made it ashore? Or was she somewhere aboard the ship, being brutally used by rough, drunken men? 

Climbing unsteadily to her feet, a whimper of pain shot through her head and she stumbled against a wall. Feeling around her, she discovered it was large dusty crates. She stumbled again, and it was then with dread it finally dawned on her that she was on a ship, and it was sailing. 

She didn’t know how long she searched along the crates for her sister, stopping often as dizziness overwhelmed her. 

The breath froze in her lungs when she heard heavy footsteps leading toward the place where she had woken. 

The footsteps halted. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” a harsh male voice slurred, and shudders raced up Carly’s spine. 

She heard him stumble, thumping against the crates. 

“There’s nothin to be fraid of, me darlin. I just wants a little taste of your sweet honey pot.”

A tear trickled down Carly’s cheek as she heard him stumble about. 

“Come on, darlin, I promise not to be too rough with ye,” he pleaded. “Just a quick poke or two, and I’ll let ye go.” 

Carly swallowed hard as his voice came closer to where she squatted surrounded by crates.

“Don’t make me go gets a candle,” he muttered angrily as he kicked something in the darkness, causing a racket as things tumbled to the floor. “I’ve been waitin ages for you to wake, so you could feel my big cock tearing up your tight pussy and pretty ass. I love to hearing the whores scream.”

Carly shuddered with relief as his voice faded, feeling sick and faint.

“You won’t like it if I have to gets a candle, bitch,” he muttered angrily. “I’ll bring me mate to hold your legs open, I will.” 

She jumped as a door slammed. 

~*~

Carly felt as though ages had passed before she heard his return, his footsteps steadier and more determined than before as he searched amongst the crates. She pushed back further into the little nook she had found, her arms wrapped around her drawn up legs, her face pressed against her knees. 

She heard the steps close in, and squeezed her eyes shut in dread. She felt his presence as he finally stood before her, the candlelight spreading around them as the silence stretched out. A sob escaped her, which she quickly tried to muffle. 

“I am not happy, little one.”

Carly’s head swung up, her heart in her throat. Frightened blue eyes took in the sight of him, dangerously handsome, blood oozing from a cut on his cheek. Angry green eyes blazed down at her. 

“Daemon!” she cried, trembling as intense tangle of emotions rushed over her. Relief, hope, fear, love. She was unable to move, and simply gazed up at him with anxious wide blue eyes filled with tears. 

“Come here,” he murmured with concern. 

She gave a little cry as she stumbled to her feet and buried herself in his open arms, her face pressed against the solid warmth of his chest as sobs racked through her tiny frame. 

“That’s the first time you’ve said my name,” he murmured, as he titled her chin up and gently kissed her. His mouth moved over hers tenderly as he held her in the cradle of his arms, and she clung to his shirt, kissing him back with sweet passion. 

He drew back from her to gaze down at her intently, his eyes narrowing on the manacles at her ankles. “Did he rape you?”

She shook her head, dropping her eyes, unable to gaze upon the deep concern in his eyes without more tears spilling down her cheeks. 

“You can tell me if he did, little one. There is no shame in what he did to you.”

“No, he didn’t rape me,” she whispered. “Please, just take me home.” She didn’t want to think about when his cabin had become like a home to her, just wanting to feel his arms around her and never letting her go.

She took the candle he offered her, holding it aloft as he lifting her up in his arms and carried her through the dank maze of crates towards the partially open door. She snuggled in his strong muscular arms, feeling safe for the first time in ages. 

“Is Miriam-“

“She is with my brother. It was because of her that we found you so quickly, and for that I am eternally grateful.”

Carly was amazed at the respect she heard in his voice, and wondered only for a brief instant what her sister had done as she gazed up at him.

“You’re hurt,” she murmured, feeling guilty that she had forgotten so quickly. She reached up and gently wiped away a drop of blood with her thumb.

“Do not fear, little one. It would take much more than that to unman me. Nothing could keep me from exhausting myself between your sweet thighs as soon as I get you aboard my ship.”

Carly blushed, burying her head against his chest, and he chuckled. 

“I would like nothing more,” she breathed shyly, and he stumbled, almost dropping her.

“Hell,” he muttered, gazing down at her with warm green eyes. “I can see you are going to be the death of me, little one.”



Captured Ch. 02



It is another beautiful mid summer's day. The breeze has been refreshing and quaint keeping energies high amongst the residents of Casablanca Studio apartments. As they frolic amongst each other with the many facilities within the complex. Young and fresh they come to Casablanca to sample life's many pleasures. 

I glide over to the edge of the man made lagoon, enjoying my afternoon swim in the cooling waters. I break the surface of the water, head held back feeling the waters run off my face and over my muscular and toned shoulders. Lifting myself out; I stand proud and tall, in my prime. Feeling every bit alive as the warm breeze caresses my athletic body. 

I open my eyes and scan quickly like my surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone's trailing and devouring eyes. The added flair of a pair of speedo's ensures they get a decent and delicious view. What is this I see? A new set of eyes; a new flower within the botanical gardens. Crystal blue, dark hair pulled back in a pony tail, lithe body cover with a light fabric summer dress with thin straps. "Oh my", I think to myself "your not wearing a bra how pleasant". I notice you still looking at me. I smile generously and walk in your direction as you walk along the garden path. 

You notice me walk towards your vicinity and the distance closers between us. I see your chest take in a steadying breathe as you get a close look at the water glistening of my almost naked body. Your eyes are captured by the sight of me. I wonder what you must be thinking, has your thoughts drifted to the earthly pleasures of the flesh. The way the dress pulls at your curves. Your firm and perky breast straining against the cut of the v neck design. The way it falls down you slender womanly hips, creating a V shape fold of your most private of sanctuaries. I know I have.

We pass each other wordless, yet the smiles upon our faces speak volumes as we acknowledge each others credentials. How I long to kiss and touch your sacred skin. Will I ever get the chance to I wonder? The chance to pay homage to you, your temple. Will I be worthy in your eyes to raise you on high at the dizzying heights of passion and pleasure. The moment has passed and I sigh deeply, now I need a cold shower.

The next day was at best fated. I noticed you in the gardened court yard and you happened to be speaking to another of the female residence. Chatting and giggling away, I knew the topic was anything but trivial. The look of two women discussing things they shouldn't is very distinguishable. I took a more strategic route to better eaves drop on this particular conversation.

"I know what you mean dear, he can be rather appealing" giggled Tina.

"You say he is single right?" you said.

"Single, available and on the market girlfriend" Tina replied with womanly attitude.

"He sure is a pleasing specimen to behold; I could watch him do laps all day and the sight of him as he gets out of the lagoon.... Oh my, I just want to eat him all up" you mention with desire dripping off each syllable.

"I know what you mean sister; he has a fine looking ass. Watch that ass walk around doing all my chores, and then I would be in heaven" laughs Tina.

You both giggle away as I retreat with ideas running rampant through my mind.

I wonder around the complex in a daze it seems. I sigh deeply as reality kicks in. Rounding the corner to the lifts and thinking out aloud "Who am I kidding?"

When I hear in a womanly voice say "Excuse me?"

The unexpected reply snaps me out of my reverie. I almost collide into you as you stand before the elevator doors. I must have looked completely beside myself to you, as I stand there inches from you with my mouth completely open and gawking at the sight of you. For a moment I lose all sense of orientation, as if in a lucid dream. 

"Going up?" you ask. 

I regroup quickly and say deeply "Show me the way"

You smile at me and my heart kicks into 2nd gear. We step into the elevator, you first - giving me a glorious moment to admired your back and buttocks.

You press for your level, leaning across me and I catch the scent of spring flowers in full bloom. Intoxicating and wildly arousing. I have no intention of hitting for my floor as I sense your desire through you increasingly heavier breathing. The door opens and you glance back over your shoulder as you lead the way to your apartment. A rye smile can be scene as you turn back. I am captured by your presence and I dutifully follow.

You open your apartment door, and we cross the threshold. You do not make it 2 metres before I spin you around. You gasp in surprise and I sense half a dose of fear with wild arousal mixed in. I hold you safely in front of me as I gaze longingly at your lips. You gaze into my eyes and you then licking your own look at my full mouth visualizing their softness upon your skin. It is then that I pull you slowly towards me and our lips make contact. 

Hot and velvety our lips part way to our inhibited desires. You gain encouragement from the gentleness of my kiss and you return the embrace with a deeper, fuller kiss your tongue probing and teasing. We continue to passionately kiss as I lift you effortlessly in the air. Your summer dress appears as your second flesh and I treasure its weave against my own. You hang relax, feeling safe and secure with my arms and as I lower slowly back down you, you have your own ideas as you passion rises. You oblige by wrapping you legs around my waste. I feel your heat against my abdomen. Your scent rising with your warmth and I inhale you deeply. 

I walk us over to your bed and I gracefully lower you down. Planting you gently on your quilted covers, you lie back and I take in this new sight. The angle of seeing your body in this position will be forever imprinted in my minds eye. One of the most powerful and provocative positions of a woman, allowing someone to pay homage to her body, her temple. A place of worship in the divine light. 

I hover over the top of you for a moment taking you in. My senses tingling with anticipation as I can not wait to sample your delights. As if reading my mind you grab my face with both hands and smiling like the goddess you are, you direct me to your most sacred of groves. Using my hands gently, I place them on your thighs and ride them lightly up to your hips pulling your dress high. Goose flesh ripples along your tanned silky flesh and I know you are excited by my attention. 

Your panties await and I gently place hot kisses along them, starting at the top of your panty line, across to each hip. Your squirm in delight, I want to take my time with you. I pull your body lower on the bed, your legs dangling seductively over the edge. You wriggle into place and you await my next move. You don't wait long as I trace with my broad tongue your pelvic mound. 

You begin to shiver in erotic pleasure as I pay particular attention to your panty covered and now wet pussy. You are like sweet nectar to a bee, and your lustful scent is like a drug. I lose myself as I devour you. You moan in heavenly pleasure as I give you a taste of what is to come.

I slowly and ever so gently pull your underwear down your thighs, trying not break contact with your revealing flesh. I lavish your now naked loins with passionate kisses and teasing tongue. I wonder how wet you are and as a test I glide my tongue in between you silky slit. You are incredibly wet and ready, leaving my tongue tingling with your essence. I embrace your buttocks with my hands and pull you into a hot and lust filled kiss. I am going to give you what you so desire and I am eager to please you.

I use my thumb and index finger in an up-side down V, gently exposing your clitoris to my attention as I blow a tingling breeze across you silken folds. Then as the ripples of sensation course down your legs, your nipples harden in anticipation as you bite your lip and extend your hands to caress the hair on my head.

The change of temperature and the rush of blood shifts throughout your body and begins to swell to the focal point you know is only seconds away of being enveloped by my succulent lips and the dance is about to begin. Dizziness swells from within you as you feel my hot lips caress the outer folds of your pussy. ALL your senses travel between your legs awaiting in queue their chance to run amongst the clouds.

Your hand grips my hair firmly as I make special contact with my broad tongue against your hardened clitoris. I simply press gently against you, feeling pulsating throbs erupting within you. A quite moan escapes you as your senses reel deliciously. You close your eyes and revel in this moment, tilting your head back as your body now loses control and you become a slave to your desire, your desire to be free.

My tongue releases its pressure on your love button and I slowly withdraw the seal of my lips from you hot moistness, the atmospheric change hits you like a cool spring. Your nipples burn with the thrill and you open your eyes and look down at me, a cheeky wink is all you get before I devour you again. 

Tremors build within your stomach as my tongue invites your clitoris to dance. My mouth takes your lips in my own and pashes strongly with the hardened desire of my penis straining to trade places. The tango starts nicely at an even tempo, you body can not deny the need to join in even as a spectator to the wonders generating from your pelvis. Your thighs begin to move in response and now both hands are caressing my head, urging me to continue on. 

The waves of heated desire pulsate through you, course up your spine and back to your toes as you ride each crashing wave. My tongue has created an intimate moment with you and you smile to yourself at the sensation of its silkiness. You notice a new sensation as I begin to suck you slowly and the process grows, further intensifying the blood to your swollen lips. The pash, which you do not want to end.

You tilt your pelvis up allowing me more opportunity to work you better. You moan in acceptance of the finale as you relish in a building wave of ecstasy. You long for this release. For you have been starved for far too long and now upon the apex of this tidal event you moan out aloud as the convoluting reaction of your abdomen begins to generate the delicious sensation you want so badly. 

Biting your lip in anticipation, your thoughts drift to your intimate folds being filled by my hot flesh. Your nipples burn with the heat of your desire. Within you your nectar runs freely, I am consumed by it and I ache to penetrate your being and becoming one with you. Yet my desire to please you, far out ways my greediness to fulfill my own needs. 

In a frenzy of need, we are both now slaves to the dance of lust. You grab your breast to release that burning heat swelling and you feel just how hard you nipple is against your palm. The wash of passion explodes against your hand driving you mad with pleasure. A giddy grin comes across your face as you lose yourself further in the moment.


Then all of a sudden you feel the earth move. With gyrating hips you uncontrollably thrust your loins against my face as you feel your skin ripple with the bliss about to pull you apart from within. Like 10 lightening strikes, you contract internally. Your legs clenching my head in a vice like grip. Throwing your head back, your body arches as you cum hard against my face. The sensation drives throughout your like a cold shower, but this shower is of bliss and pleasure. I feel you quake as each wave breaches you internally. Muscles flexing, and contracting as they are doused in your womanly juices.

I feel the pulsating throb of your clit on my tongue, and I suck you into my mouth harder, bringing on a more intense orgasmic feeling driving you to the brink of your already hyper extended senses. You gasp aloud as this new wave cleanses your soul and fills you completely. Finally your muscles start to relax and your breathing starts to slow. You are stunned to near delirium, and you savior this moment that you have allowed me to give you. My special gift to you. Slowly I release you from my lips. 

I stand in front of you seeing your legs limply splayed apart; this image sends a rush of blood into my already free and hardened manhood. My desire to be one with you has tipped the scale of my sanity – I so want to be with you. I drink you in with my eyes, smiling I begin to lower myself towards you as you feel my desire become one with you - inch by inch.



Captured Ch. 02



Emma's swollen pussy pushed upwards her senses unaware as Natasha parted her puffy lips and delved two fingers into her hot hole retrieving the remote controlled vibrator.

Natasha picked up the bucket and threw the water over Emma making an effort to aim it at her pussy, the icy cold water jerking Emma back to reality, she felt sharp pains shoot through her pussy as the cold water made her pussy lips tighten forcing them back to their normal size.

Natasha knelt in front of Emma's face. 

"Come on Emma tell me where the dossier is and all this will be over." Natasha said with the tone of concern.

Emma bowed her head; knowing this act of defiance would cause Natasha to react.

Natasha stood up, grabbed the riding crop from the table, and smacked it across Emma's pussy, its suddenness causing Emma to grunt.

Natasha repeated the question demanding to know the dossiers location, Emma's silence brought another smack across her pussy with the riding crop, Natasha continued asking the same question over and over again, Emma remained silent her pussy hit harder each time she refused to answer., after the tenth lashing Natasha stopped.

Emma felt her pussy lips swell and the pain had been replaced with heat and a prickly sensation, she so wanted to rub her pussy and give herself some relief she even hoped Natasha may do the favor for her however their was no compassion forth coming.

Emma felt the hair on Jeffrey's legs against her soft inner thighs, she knew Natasha would use his thirteen inches at some time during the interrogation and guessed it was going to be now.

She felt the tip of his cock open up her puffy lips and rest at the opening to her cunt, she felt some relief from his touch. Natasha picked up a nipple chain from the table, it had smaller clamps than one she had used on Emma previously she bent down behind Jeffrey and attached one of the clamps to Emma's clit, Emma flinched as the clamp shut tight squeezing her hardened clit, Natasha then pulled the chain around Jeffrey's buttocks and attached the other clip to Emma's clit, Emma gritted her teeth as the tight clamps encompassed her entire hardened clit.

Jeffrey moved forward his cock sliding into Emma's wet cunt with ease, he pushed his cock as deep as it would go, Emma felt his cock hit the top of her cunt the action momentarily taking her breath away. Jeffrey pulled his cock slowly outwards forcing the chain to tense against his buttocks, Emma felt the clips pull tight against her clit, Jeffrey kept moving slowly in and out until Emma could take his full length, she felt her juices flowing.

Jeffrey increased his pace, his speed forcing the clips to milk Emma's clit faster and faster. Jeffrey felt Emma's pussy muscles contracting, he pulled his cock to the edge of Emma's hole forcing the clips to stretch her clit as far as they could and held his position.

Emma felt her clit pulse against the restraints of the clips she clenched the top of the chair with her strapped hands, letting out a hollow sound as her orgasm ripped through her body. Jeffrey wasted no time and he pushed his hard long cock deep into Emma's cunt and held it in deep, Emma's eyes closed as her pussy tightened its grip on his large manhood her muscles pumping around it solidness she felt tiny eruptions deep inside her pelvis as the second orgasm built inside her with one final deep push against Jeffrey's cock she came.

Once again Natasha approached Emma and asked for the dossier, Emma wanted to tell her, she couldn't her mind and body had moved into another dimension the length of the interrogation and the highs and lows from the pain and the pleasure had her left drifting in and out emptiness. 

Natasha looked at Jeffrey and nodded her head. Jeffrey removed his cock from deep inside Emma forcing Emma's clit to be stretched once more, he rested his wet cock on top of Emma's anus, she knew he was going to put his long cock deep into her tight arse, she didn't care her body was exhausted and numb he could fuck her all day and she didn't think it would matter her body could not possibly respond sexually anymore.

Natasha placed a straw to Emma's mouth and she slurped until she had emptied the glass of cold water quenching her parched lips and dry throat. With in seconds Emma's mind started to become awash with altered images and her body tingled, her tits tightened and a warmth filled her pussy she felt revived, once again Natasha had managed to slip a mind altering substance into her.

Jeffrey pushed his cock into Emma's small tight arse, Emma swallowed deeply as he slowly pushed his thick long cock inch by inch into her tiny hole until his full thirteen inches filled her, Jeffrey grabbed Emma's long blonde hair and pulled it forcing her head upwards, in front of her stood Natasha naked her clean shaven pussy so close to Emma's face she could see the glistening of her juices on her outer lips.

Natasha opened her legs slightly and with two fingers parted her wet lips exposing her taut clit, she gently fingered her clit with her other hand.Jeffrey placed his large hands on either side of Emma's hips and grabbed her tight pulling her in towards him, she felt his balls touch her pussy Emma tried to fight the feeling of arousal once more as she thought her body could not possibly be able to keep fulfilling the pleasure however her attempts seemed in vain as the drink Natasha had given her was making all her senses awaken her smell, her hearing and especially her tits and pussy.

Jeffrey started to rock his cock slowly inside Emma's tight arse with small deep strokes; she could feel her own tightness around his thick cock as her arse struggled to stretch to take his girth. Natasha moved closer to Emma's face now she could smell Natasha's wet pussy she watched as Natasha slid her finger up and down her slippery snatch, teasing herself running her finger over her clit and then down to her hole circling it and then repeating the process.

Jeffrey increased the length of his strokes along with his tempo faster and faster as his drew his cock right to the edge of Emma's anus and then plunging it deep inside her, his outward strokes forcing the nipple chain to stretch Emma's clit as far as it could and his inward motion pushing Emma's tits against the sticky seat of the chair she lifted herself slightly upward so the tips of her nipples slid across the chair stimulating them.

Natasha slipped two fingers into her wanting hole and sighed from the sensation she bent her knees and squatted slightly trying to take as much of her two fingers into her hot cunt as she could, she looked at Jeffrey as his quickened his hips, his breathing becoming heavier.

Emma watched as Natasha fingered her pussy faster and deeper with each push, she could feel Jeffrey's cock pulsate within her and then he stopped as he filled her tight arse with his hot cum, he held his cock deep inside Emma and let out short grunting sounds between his gritted teeth. The sound of Jeffrey cumming was enough to send Natasha over the edge and Emma watched as Natasha's cunt muscles spasmed around her fingers, Natasha's hips rocked back and forth, as her orgasm washed over her it seemed to last for minutes.

Natasha removed her fingers and smeared them across Emma's face, her smell was intense, and Emma licked the stickiness from her lips savoring in Natasha's taste.

Natasha ordered Jeffrey to remove the clamps from Emma's clit he reached down between his tight balls and released Emma's swollen clit, Natasha then told Jeffrey to take his cock out of Emma's arse and leave the room which he did dutifully.

Emma sensed Jeffrey's cum oozing from her arse and felt it's hotness run down her crack and onto her pussy, the sensation making her juices flow instantaneously mixing with his. Natasha moved behind Emma and ran her finger over Emma's anus circling her finger around her stretched arse as Jeffrey cum slid out Natasha pushed the stream of cum down quicker to Emma's waiting pussy with her other hand she parted Emma's puffy lips allowing the dollops of hot cum to run down the entire length until it reached Emma's swollen sensitive clit.

Emma felt her body start to quiver as the first stream of hot cum touched her clit, she felt Natasha's tongue slowly lap Jeffrey's and her juices pushing her face deeper into Emma's pussy, with in moments Natasha turned her attention to licking and sucking Emma's clit slowly and gentle at first as the cum dripped quicker from Emma's arse Natasha increased the speed of her licks sliding her tongue along the length of Emma's pussy from her cunt down to her clit, drinking as much of the juices as she could with every stroke.

Natasha's face was forced harder against Emma's cunt as her pelvis eagerly pushed downward, Emma could not control her bodies movements as it tried to release her of the tight ball of sexual tension deep inside her. Natasha's arms reached out and her hands cupped Emma's tits, her fingers pinching Emma's stiff nipples. Emma's buttocks quivered as her body finally released it's tension, wave after wave of tiny explosions filled Emma's cunt as her orgasm built up before finally spilling itself outward, Emma let out a shrieking scream as her clit pulsed pushing out the every last ounce of ecstasy from with inside of her.

Emma felt the coolness of the white silk sheets as the morning breeze entered the open window and danced across them, she slowly opened her eyes to see Natasha sitting beside her with a cup of coffee, and Emma smiled.

"I asked Jeffrey to bring the car around thought we might like to go on a picnic today?" Inquired Natasha.

"That would be lovely." Replied Emma.

Emma closed her eyes and giggled.

"Are you okay?" Questioned Natasha.

Emma replied.

"I am fine I just can't wait for when it's my turn to play the interrogator." 

The end



Captured Ch. 02



The next few days seemed to pass slowly. He would use her and make her cum but he didn't let her touch him. He had chosen her cum word, amant, it is French for lover. He had whispered it into her ear as she exploded again and again, he had not let up. 

"Rachael you're going to talk to Ginger today. When she comes down here go with her."

"What am I talking to her about sir?"

"You'll see." 

Ginger arrived a few minutes later and Adam let her into the room. Her long blond hair fell in curls around her shoulders and her dark eyes had a naughty glint in them. Rachael stood and greeted her. 

"Can you just hold on one second, I have to tell your master something." 

She went over to Adam and whispered into his ear so that Rachael couldn't hear. "Dominick said if things got kinky I could use the chains, so feel free to stop by and see what happens." She smiled and ran over to Rachael and brought her upstairs. 

Rachael shifted nervously in the seat.

"So did he tell you why I'm talking to you today?"

"No he didn't say anything."

"He wants me to tell you my perspective on all of this." She said as she raised her hands to motion around the room. 

"What about it?"

"I'm guessing he told you some stuff about this life but he wants you to hear some things from a fellow sub."

"Okay."

"First of all, how do you feel about this now that you've been here a little while?"

"I don't know." 

"Do you like Adam, well your master, do you enjoy what he does?"

"I have to don't I."

"No it's actually easier to reject what is being done then get punished for it, it teaches you why you're doing it. So do you like him?"

She shrugged. 

"Rachael I'm not trying to pry and I know you're not used to this level of intimacy but we share almost everything around here, so please answer me."

"I don't know, he's okay I guess."

"I guess that's better then no answer." She said sarcastically. "You're hiding something, something important and I want you to be able to tell me, I want to be your friend."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"I know a lie when I see one. Come on what is it?"

"Nothing."

"Rachael..."

"It's nothing, it's stupid."

"Rachael spit it out."

"No it's not important."

"Yes it is come on just tell me already."

"I love him! Okay! I fucking love him!" Rachael sank to the floor like she had in the bathroom and started to cry. With her head in her hands she felt Ginger's hand on her shoulder. She tried to speak between her sobs.

"He stole...my heart and I...hate him so much...but I don't really...I want him to realize...that I love him...but he...doesn't."

"Rachael it's completely fine to feel this way. I love Dominick and I have since I first submitted to him, its part of being a sub."

"No it's different. I don't just picture him tying me up, I imagine us together outside of this life; in a house, raising kids, and loving each other with out all these strings."

"I felt that way to, at the beginning but you'll realize that it can never happen and you'll be happy with the way it is."

"This was a mistake, I should go." She said as she stood and went to leave.

"No."

"What?" Rachael was stunned by the force behind Ginger's voice.

"Down on your knees slut."

"Ginger what are you doing?"

"Did I give you permission to speak? Now down on your knees."

Rachael tried to move to the door but Ginger grabbed her.

"You listen to me or I tell Adam what a bad slut you were and then you end up in trouble. And when you end up in trouble you end up in the basement. Do you know what's in the basement?"

She shook her head no.

"And you should want to keep it that way. Now I don't want to have to tell you again, down on your knees."

Rachael slowly lowered herself to the floor.

"Good. Now you're probably wondering why a fellow sub is being so dominant, well the only thing I like almost as much as being a sub is controlling other subs." She ran her hand through Rachael's hair and grabbed some so she had a hold on her. Rachael cried out and was forced to look straight at Ginger.

"Kiss me." She commanded. Rachael stood and was still quite a few inches shorter. "Is there a problem slut?"

She shook her head no and stood up on her toes. Their lips barely touched before Ginger forced herself on her. Her tongue slid into her mouth and meet with Rachael's reluctance. 

The door to the room opened and Adam stepped in. Ginger stepped back from Rachael to greet him. 

"I see you decided to take me up on your offer."

"Did I say you could speak." His tone was deep and commanding. Ginger was shocked by his voice.

"No but I'm level 5."

"That doesn't mean shit if Dominick's not around."

"I was under the impression-"

"Whatever you thought was wrong." He said cutting her off. "Rachael lets go." Rachael almost ran to him, glad that he had gotten her out of that situation. 

"Have anything to say to me?" Adam asked Rachael as they walked upstairs.

"I didn't think you wanted me to speak. But thank you for helping me." He just nodded. "Sir if you don't mind me asking, why did you come and take me?"

"I thought Dominick and I were friends but he proved to me tonight that he wasn't."

"What do you mean?"

"They want me off the top, they were going to hurt you."

"Like hurt me or kill me?"

"I don't know and I don't want to think about it." 

"What are you going to do?"

They arrived at the door and he brought her inside. His hand on the small of her back as he guided her through the door sent shivers down her spin; she hadn't forgotten what she had told Ginger. 

"I'm not here because I chose to be, I'm here because I owe a lot of money to our boss. So I really don't know what I'm going to do yet."

"But didn't Dominick get beaten up by the cops with you, isn't he afraid of getting caught for doing something?"

"That's what I thought too but I guess he's the one who called them in the first place. When the cops took us outside they separated us so I didn't know what they did with him."

"I'm so sorry, is there anything I can do?" Rachael said as she took his hand. 

"Well there is something..." He said as a sinful look appeared in his eyes.

"What?"

"I would like to change that whole virgin thing."

"Oh please don't, I'm not ready for that, I can't. Please don't, anything else."

"Do you think it matters what you want?" He grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back. Now he stood behind her and he whispered into her ear. " I'm very angry and when I get angry I like to fuck helpless little girls like you. So it will just be easier if you cooperate with me."

"Please sir don't."

"Too late." 

He pushed her to the bed and grabbed the ropes that were attached to the wall to the side of the bed. He bound her hands as she tried to kick away.

"Stop fighting me and I'll untie you in a minute."

"No please just don't do this." She tried again to get out of the ropes. 

He ignored her pleas and after finishing with her arms went down to her legs. As he went to tie her ankles he changed his mind; in his head he pictured himself fucking her, her sweet virgin pussy milking his cock as her legs wrapped around him to pull him closer. No he would not be tying her legs. 

He came back to reality as he heard her sobbing.

"What are you so afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid."

"Now you're lying."

"I'm not lying. I just-"

"What? Your just what?"

"What if I don't do it right?" He burst into laugher. " I'm serious! I've never done it before, what if you don't like it?"

He stopped laughing and moved up next to her and untied her wrists. 

"What are you doing?" She whispered. He stared down into her questioning eyes and after a moment she felt her skin tingle and set on fire. He brushed her hair out of her face, his touch made her stop breathing. 

"Rachael."

"Yes sir?" The reply escaped from her lips.

"It's not all about technique...its about chemistry and I would say we have some of that. Do you agreed?"

He was still staring into her eyes, hypnotizing her. All she could do to answer was nod. 

"So there is no need to be afraid. I promise I won't hurt you. I won't tie you up. For your first time we'll just take it slow. Okay?"

She nodded again and then his blue eyes were so close to hers that she had to blink. In the split second she blinked he had moved his lips to hers. A soft kiss that came from an animal that wanted to ravage her. He slipped his tongue past his lips and traced her upper lip before bringing it back. His hands slid to cup her face and he tried to adjust his position on the bed without letting go of the kiss but her lips slipped from his. He felt her breath on his face and opened his eyes to see that hers were still closed. Her eyes opened when he picked her up to move her farther onto the bed. 

He smiled, her cheeks were flushed and her gaze was far away. 

Her tongue slid out to wet her lips; she could taste him on her. His scent was all that she could smell, his body all she saw. Her emotions ran wild in her head as she waited for him to make another move.

But he didn't plan on moving, he wanted her to decide how to continue. He waited for her, her eyes searching him for something. She moved slowly, reluctantly towards him. She kissed him again, harder than before, with a fevered passion. He nibbled on her bottom lip and he felt her melt into him. His hands roamed her body, he realized at that moment he hadn't really touched her much. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, and so tan.

She was still unsure, her hands stayed at her side but her lips were doing wonders. He grabbed her hands and placed them on his shoulders, hoping she would take the hint. When she didn't he pulled away. 

"You have to touch me, run your hands over my body, tease me with your touch. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry I wasn't I was just caught up in the kiss..."

He smirked at her and pulled her towards him. His lips rested right before hers, their breath hitting each other, but neither made a move.

"How do feel now, do you want me to fuck you now?" He asked her as she struggled to breathe. 

She fought with herself for an answer. When she couldn't make up her mind tears started to well in her eyes.

"Rachael what's wrong?"

She jumped from the bed before he could react. She made it about halfway across the room before he grabbed her from behind. She was bawling her eyes out and she sank to the floor as he tried to keep her up.

He was so confused by her. Confused about the way she made him feel. 

"Rachael please just tell me what's wrong."

"I don't know what to do anymore."

"I told you it's not about technique."

"No not with that, but everything. My mind is going crazy trying to figure out what emotions I'm feeling."

He sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap so she was facing him. He wiped the tears off her face and just held her in his arms.

"Tell me. Tell me what it is you're feeling." 

"You've got me all wrong, I'm not this sexually submissive person you think I am."

"Trust me, I watched you long even to know exactly what you are."

"You watched me?"

"How do you think I was able to capture you?"

"I don't know... but you're wrong about me, please just let me go. I won't say a word to anyone."

"I'm not wrong about you, I know you want to stay too. So tell me what you're really feeling."

She scrunched her face wondering how he was so in her head all the time. But she couldn't tell him what she was really feeling, it was embarrassing, humiliating, and would prove he was right.

"I can't." She whispered as she leaned her head in his chest. 

"Yes you can." He whispered, kissing down her neck. "Say. It. Now. Slut." In the tone that she never disobeyed and then the words spilt out of her mouth.

"I love you, I'm in love with you. I want you to fuck me cause I'm soaking wet and all I want is your cock. And the other day when you told me you didn't want me to suck your cock I ran in the bathroom and cried. Your stupid body is all I think about because you haven't made me cum in like 4 days and it's making me crazy!"

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!" 

He didn't even bother going back to the bed. He threw her backwards so she laid on the floor. He quickly tore of his shirt and then hers. Her pants were next, and she hadn't lied about being wet. He could see how wet she was, her panties were soaked but he could also smell her. The animal inside of him came out and before he knew it he was holding his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

"Beg me to fuck you, you little cock whore."

"Please fuck me sir, fill me with your huge cock." She was already panting and her breasts were heaving.

He rammed into her in one long thrust, not even bothering to spare her a slow and less painful entrance. She screamed, more of a screech of extreme pain. But he didn't care, he couldn't care because all he was focused on was how tight she was. He could feel her clenching down, she was so smooth and hot he didn't think he would be able to last very long. He gave her a second to used to his size before he pulled out and then slammed back in. Another scream came from her mouth, but this was more in pleasure than from pain. He increased his pace and leaned down to suck on her nipples. She arched her back trying to met both his mouth and his thrusts. She took his head in her hands and brought his lips to hers. Their kiss was surprisingly soft for how rough he was being. She moaned into his mouth.

"I'm going to cum sir."

"Wait, I'm almost there too."

She couldn't, she threw her head back and groaned as her body shook, her cunt tightened around him and it drove him over the edge with her. His hot cum shot into her over and over. He collapsed onto the floor, both of them were panting.

"Sir?" She groaned. 

"Yeah?"

"Please tell me we can do that again."

He laughed. "You're going to have to give me a minute." 

She rolled over and cuddled up next to him, kissed his chest then closed her eyes. 

~~~

"So what did she tell you? Or were you to stupid to get anything good?" Dominick asked Ginger as he sauntered into their bedroom. He took a seat at the end of the big bed

"Promise me a good fuck sir and I'll tell you what you want to hear."

"I give you a good fuck every night now tell me now bitch."

Ginger crawled to the end of the bed and started kissing his neck.

"I didn't get very far with her but Adam couldn't have been more right about her, she is the most submissive thing I've ever seen. I had her crying in about 2 minutes."

"I don't care about that, what the hell did she say?"

"Oh the irony! She's in love with him. Head over heels, fairytale bullshit!"

"I knew he was going soft. I bet he feels the same."

"You should have seen the way he barged in here and took her away from me. I was trying not to laugh. He's gone soft alright and I'm not just talking about that sorry excuse he calls a cock."

"She's going to have to have a guest soon. I think I can arrange something with Frank."

"I know just the person to take her off our hands." Ginger smiled evilly and straddled him. "You promised me a fuck." 

He threw her off of him.

"I don't make promises whore." He stood and left the room while she glared at him as he walked away.

~~~

She woke up on the bed in his arms. He was already awake and kissed her forehead when he saw her open her eyes.

"How are you?"

"Good." She said as she stretched.

"Not sore?"

"A little." In fact her vagina was throbbing. "I'll be fine, plus it was worth it."'

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." 

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes very much, you were amazing."

"What about what I said before, about my feelings for you?"

"That you loved me, yeah I heard you." The pause made her feel vulnerable, like he wasn't about to say what she wanted to hear. "And I love you too, even though I'm not supposed to."

"What do you mean you aren't supposed to?"

"Well I can love you in a way because you're my sub but I'm not supposed to be in love with you in a non-dominant way. Sorry that's the best way I can explain it and it probably makes no sense to you." 

"No it does, just like I'm only supposed to love you because you're my master."

"Yeah exactly." 

"So what are we going to do, about Dominick and stuff?"

"I'm not exactly sure but for now I think we need to ignore it and try to act normal, we should go down to breakfast this morning and show our faces."

"Okay, what time is it anyways?"

"5 in the morning."

"We slept that long?"

"No you slept that long, I stayed with you for a while, then I had a couple things I had to do but then I came back and I've been laying here for about an hour."

"Well since we have a little time...want to have a little fun?" She asked as she ran her hand over his cock.

"Not now, you've worn me out."

"You're young I think you can get it up again."

"I'm not as young as you and besides I want to save it till later."

"I forget that you're 10 years older than me but you aren't that old; and what's happening later?"

"Just a little surprise."

"I don't like surprises." 

"Well to bad because you have to wait."

"Please tell me sir." She stared up into his eyes and slid her hands into his pants to touch his bare cock. Even though he was a strong dom and had denied people in so many ways he almost gave in to her. 

"No." His voice was harsh, he was no longer joking. He didn't like it when his strength to resist was tested. She removed her hand and turned onto her back.

"I'm sorry sir." 

But he didn't answer her instead he got up and went into the bathroom. She just sighed and got up to find something to wear. After he finished in the bathroom she snuck by to go in. She looked at her face in the mirror. Her eyes were brighter than usual, you could tell they were green, most of the time you couldn't they were so dark they looked brown. Her skin was soft and flawless; her cheeks a perfect pink, her lips were slightly swollen and redder. But she thought, for the first time in a long time, that she looked beautiful. She left the bathroom and saw that he was simply sitting on the edge of the bed staring off into space.

"I don't deserve a man like you." She said breaking his gaze.

"What?"

"I don't deserve a man like you." She repeated.

"Why don't you?" He said in an angry tone.

"You're so strong and handsome. You're tall, very tall; older, I told you how I have a thing for older men. And it sounds strange but you're protective without being...I don't know, and you just get me. You know what I want when I have no clue and not just sexually either. You do have one flaw though."

"And what is that?" 

"You kidnapped me." She said as she walked over to him and straddled him. " But I'm over that now."

"Trust me when I tell you that you deserve someone a whole lot better that me." 

"I don't believe you, how can anyone get better than you?"

"Well for starters you deserve someone who doesn't keep you locked up in a sex slave house."

"I don't care about that, I get to be with you all day."

"You deserve someone who can give you anything you want."

"I only want you."

"You deserve someone who doesn't have to give you to other people for a price, who gets you for themselves."

"There are problems with our relationship just like any other."

"You deserve someone who is allowed to love you."

"Adam stop it."

"You deserve someone who isn't supposed to punish you for addressing them by their name."

"Please stop. I love you, not someone else, just you."

"Well you shouldn't, I'm a cruel person. I kidnap people for Christ's sake!"

"Adam." She took his face into her hands and forced him to look at her. "We will figure it out okay. For now can't we just enjoy what we have?" 




Captured Ch. 02



"See? You're way to good for me."

"How about we agree to disagree on that one, okay?"

They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity before he kissed her quickly and smiled. 

"I'm going to get us out of this mess, out of life, I promise." 

"I know you will." 

She laid her head on his chest and snuggled close to him. They stayed like that for a while before he said: "We should go get food."

"By the way you are now a level 3." Adam told her as they walked downstairs. 

"What does that mean?"

"You can talk to me without permission, so like when we are sitting and eating you can openly talk to me but no one else unless you ask. Or you can reply to someone if they are speaking to you without having to ask me first."

"Is this all because you fucked me? And if it is then I say we do it again, sir." She said seductively. A small smile appeared on his mouth as he shoved her against the wall, pressing there bodies together. 

"Don't test me slut." He kissed her deeply and took her breast in his hand. She pushed herself on him and ran her hands through his hair. His hands went lower and slipped beneath her dress. "No panties?"

"Why bother." 

"You're such a little cock slut. Is that what you want? Do you want my cock?"

"Yes sir." She moaned as he thrust two fingers into her cunt. "I want you to fuck me again. Tie me up and fuck me."

"You want it rough?"

"God yes sir. I'm all yours to use." 

He rammed is fingers harder and her breathing quickened. 

But exaggerated coughing stunned them out of their play.

"Adam what did I tell you about playing in the hallways?"

"That we have our own floors for a reason. It's nice to see you Frank to what do I owe the pleasure?" 

"Oh don't play nice with me, I just stopped by to talk with someone. Anyways, who is this I don't think we've met?"

"Frank this is Rachael, Rachael this is Frank he is the big shot boss of everyone."

"It's nice to met you Rachael."

"Nice to met you too." She answered without a smile.

"I see she hasn't learned how to greet me."

"She hasn't had the chance."

"Well I'll make sure there is a next time so that I can catch up on that. But right now I must be going, see you later Adam. And Rachael I hope we meet again." She nodded. They waited to move until he had left.

"He creeps me out."

"He's a strange man." 

Rachael was stunned when she walked into the kitchen; a woman was tied to the table and was being eaten out by another. 

"Looks like someone did something they weren't supposed to."

"What?"

"This is a form of punishment, public humiliation. Although this isn't a very public place and everyone here is used to this." He looked down at Rachael who was staring open-mouthed at them. "Well almost everyone."

He took her elbow and led her to the table, talking her out of her trance. 

"Want a go at her?" He whispered into her ear.

"No!" She answered turning in her seat to see if he was serious. 

"You're lucky I'm going to be nice and not force you to."

"Thank you." She said sincerely while running her hand up his thigh. 

"You're such a dirty little whore."

"Admit it, you like what a submissive slut I am already and that I would do anything for you."

"Anything?"

"Yes." She rubbed her hand over his cock and it jumped at her touch.

"Go get her off." 

He had trapped her.

"I don't-"

"Do. It. Now."

She stood, that voice always triggered her to obey. She didn't know what exactly about that voice that compelled her to always listen; but it did and he knew when to use it.

She walked over and placed her hands on the girl's knees. She then ran her hands down them slowly then leaned down so her face was inches from her cunt. She was surprised that she liked how the girl smelt. She tenderly stuck out her tongue and licked up the length of her pussy. The girl moaned and tried to get closer to her face but her restraints stopped her from getting very far. Rachael then stuck her tongue into the girls opening, darting it in and out. She moved up to her clit and sucked long and hard, driving the girl crazy.

Down the table Adam sat mesmerized, he hadn't thought she would do it, or be that into it. 

She thought about what Adam had done to her so she stuck one of her fingers into the girl's cunt and slowly pumped it in and out. She continued to suck on her clit and pump her finger; the girl was so oversensitive that she came seconds later. 

Rachael stood up and took her seat next to Adam. She went to go wipe off her finger but he stopped her.

"Lick it."

She stared straight at him and seductively sucked the girl's juices off her finger.

"Am I allowed to wipe my face?"

"Yeah go ahead." He said in a distant voice. "So did you enjoy that slut?"

"It wasn't as bad as I thought but I would rather not have to do it again. I would rather give you the pleasure sir."

"Trust me you will later."



Captured Ch. 02



Ch. 2 - The Whipping

It probably was not all that long before the world seemed to awaken, I was mortified to say the least about my behavior. Not that there was anything I could have done to escape; but I enjoyed it too much. How could I have enjoyed something like that....? What did it say about me? Not that the stranger cared in the least.

The only warning was the sound of a step or two, before I felt his strong grip in auburn tresses, moving me into whatever position he seemed to want. The scent of sex filled my senses, just before his semi-hard length pressed against my lips. I tried to fight it, my lips tight around my teeth. He never said a word. I suppose he did not think he had to. The one hand that had held my head still, reached instead to ensure I complied. Pinching off the breaths inhaled; I had to give in, had to open my lips to the thrust of his cock.

My whimper of protest vibrated over his cock. I could taste the mingled flavors of his cum and my own. I tried to pull away; but now that the goal had been reached, his hand moved back to grip the back of my head; forcing my head to still as his hips began to thrust. He hadn't ever seemed to get all that soft, but it had been enough that I could feel the swelling of his rod once more. I could imagine how it looked. My tongue stroking along his foreskin before I even realized I had capitulated once more.

His cock was nearly fully hard once again. The bulbous head suddenly shoving deep without warning. My throat was forced to take inches of him. I fought back the immediate gag reflex, trying not to choke as my neck swelled around his thrusts. I could feel tears leaking from my eyes. The thrusts were becoming more powerful. After he held himself buried once, almost too long, my throat convulsing as chest burned for air... I did not fight as much. It was a blatant reminder that I was still at what passed for his mercy.

Pulling back, I finally took in my first full breath. One of his hands reaching to toy with my nipples, as he just rubbed his saliva slicked cock over my flushed face. I was not sure what else was happening. I heard the sound of chains moving. My heart began racing. I felt X that I was laid over beginning to close in half, my muscles cramping in the changed position. Small snicks were the only warning as my ankles and wrists were joined together, left widespread. I wondered a moment at the care, when I felt his hands secure my hair in a small band; but was afraid to think too far, the hard shaft of his cock pressing against me the whole time.

He was quiet then, for what seemed an eternity. By now, it was not that I feared he left me here, more that I feared he would make me feel more when he finally returned. There was not a single warning, short of the sound of air cut, before the crack of the whip was nearly louder than the rush of air that left me. Fire scored along my back. The reason for the tie now evident. I did not feel as if he had broken the skin, but I did feel it swelling with the intensity of molten lava. Again and again the whip fell. This one was more cruel than the first... this one was meant to drive me insane. 

Each kiss of the whip pushed me further, made me draw into myself. I was suddenly pushed beyond the fear for the next strike. Something just out of reach instead beckoned me... I could hear his quickening breath; I was more attuned to where he stood, when he moved. I still could not see a thing; but, I did not need to anymore. I could hear moaning, the sound of pleasure just in sight. I was more shocked to figure out the sound was coming from my own lips. 

Suddenly the flashes of fire stopped, my head fell back. I was warring between relief and disappointment. I should be happy it had ended. And yet I was perhaps just that one caress away from falling over the edge. His hands gripped my hips from behind. His sweat slicked body pressing against me, molding to me from hip to neck. His teeth taking hold of that spot just between shoulder and neck. And with a single thrust, the pain blossomed. It was too much to even force sound into the pained exhale.

His too thick length punished the darkly forbidden hole. Its tight rosette stretched beyond possibilities. The burning sensation overriding the pain of salt as he seemed to rub it into the whip's dark red lines. And yet, as he pulled back, leaving only the plum shaped tipped buried still... the only thing heard over wild breaths was the word... "please." He shoved mercilessly inward; my world exploded in techni-colors. I could sense the rush of cream from between the slicked folds as they convulsed through the feral orgasm. My traitorous body trying to milk his length.

There was not even a pause for breath, his hands clenched tighter. The strokes each more punishing than the last. My orgasm never seeming to really end. One of his hands reached forward, to toy with my distended clit. Exerting just enough pressure to assure I would perhaps implode this time, when he was ready. Every time, he seemed to sense it perfectly, taking off the pressure. My sounds were no more intelligible, become more feral with each heartbeat.

I felt his cock swelling further in my abused hole. Knowing he was about to cum... my whole focus suddenly becoming just about reaching that pinnacle once more... "please... please... please" I begged low. His fingers returned, and almost smile curved abused lips for the breadth of a blink before I was lost into the building need... 

He had not spoken the whole time... and yet the one word said so much, and told me almost nothing... "NOW" was the growled whisper against my ear. His primal scream rivaled the sound of my own, rumbling against my back, as he sunk balls deep, and stayed. His thick cum spurting into my hole, as my pussy spasmed through the thin wall against his length. My head falling back against his shoulder... as our bodies tried to find their places once more after flying.



Captured Ch. 02



Antonia had drifted off to sleep, her arms aching and her legs cramped from being bent for so long. She had drifted off to sleep with her juices trailing down to her butt crack, with the memory of Olivia fresh on her body. 

In her dream, her pussy was being fingered roughly, her juices sloshing around the person's fingers. Someone was playing with her nipples, twisting them and wrapping their tongue around it. That person seemed to be Olivia, but everything was blurry. Suddenly, the person stuck his whole hand into her vagina, creating a burning sting.

Antonia snapped her eyes open, the fatigue of her body crushing down on her. There was a man, the man who was with Olivia, pumping his large cock into her tight cunt. There was another man of the same built grabbing and pulling her large 36DD breasts, while another nudged the tip of his cock on her lips. Antonia let out a scream as her foggy brain registered the situation. The man next to her face shoved his thick member in, silencing the young woman. This man wore an eye mask similar to the man at her pussy, except this one's was blue with white swirls and his was red with yellow thunderbolts next to his eyes. 

"Look who's awake," red-mask snarled, shoving his penis deep within Antonia's cunt. His rough movements made Antonia jerk on the chains, her breasts bouncing up and down. The man who was grabbing her breasts had a green striped eye mask, and a crazy grin on his face as he mauled the woman's milky breasts, pulling and squeezing her soft flesh. 

Red-mask gripped Antonia's ass tightly as he rammed into her, his cock pushing painfully at her cervix before almost pulling it out, then thrusting it back in again. Antonia moaned into blue-mask's cock, her lips sliding smoothly over the black man's cock. The man grasped her long wavy hair and pushed her head towards his balls, pushing his cock down her throat. 

Suddenly, green-mask crawled beneath her, wrapping his arms around her chest, just below her breasts. He brought one leg up, aiming his cock at the tight bud between her ass. Without warning, he shoved his thick member in, tearing her hole. Antonia screamed, and blue-mask shot his load into her open mouth, shaking his cock on purpose to let his semen splatter all over her face. When he was done ejaculating, he continued to fuck her mouth. 

Meanwhile, red-mask had already came into her pussy, his cum running behind her to her ass, mixing in with blood as it dripped onto the cold cellar floor. Green-mask had wrapped both his legs around Antonia's hips, his heavy weight pulling on the woman as he fucked her tight asshole. His weight put even more strain on Antonia's arms as her chains creaked against the overhead bar. Tears streamed down her eyes as all three men came into her holes, then pulling out to spray cum all over her body. When they were done with her, they wiped their cocks clean on her beautiful brown hair. The men laughed and went over to a small control panel and adjusted the chains, shortening them so Antonia could stand upright. Before the men left, green-mask pulled out a camera and snapped a few pictures of cum-covered Antonia.

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Meanwhile, Olive was in another cellar room, her wrists tied behind her back, a long rope collar around her neck. Her eyes were half closed in ecstasy as she fucked a man, one of her many customers. His hands grabbed her thin waist and brought her down hard, making her red ass slap his balls. 

"Oh master, please, please cum in me," she moaned, her small breasts juggling as she bounced up and down on the man's cock. "Please, I can't hold it anymore. I want your sweet cum to fill my pussy, I want it so bad..." Her voice was hoarse. This was her third customer that day, and she had been screaming in pleasure since 9 AM. 

"You want it that bad bitch?" the man grunted, quickening his pace. 

"Oh yes!! Please! I'm, I'm about to come, master, so please cum with me!!" Olivia shouted, throwing her head back. Her bodies were starting to show signs of an orgasm. Any second now, she would explode into a deep sea of pleasure. 

"Take my cum, bitch, take it all in!" the man grunted, sitting Olivia deep on his cock as he released his cum into her womb. Olivia screamed as she came, her body jerking excitedly, her tongue hanging out, panting. When the man lifted her from his cock, both their juices spilled from her pussy, running down her legs. 

The man was breathing hard as he stared at beautiful Olivia, sitting with her knees spread and cum pooling around her cunt. "Let's do it again," he gasped, his face red. Olivia gave him a sweet smile.

"Sorry Mister, but you paid for an hour. If you want more, you'd have to schedule another appointment. Right now, you should go home and fuck your wife." The man frowned, his face reddening as his secret was exposed. 

"Don't worry, Mister," Olivia said, climbing off the bed, her rope collar trailing after her. "Your wife called last week and scheduled an appointment at noon today. She's on the women's side of the cellar." Olive nudge the door open with her shoulders and walked out. 

She walked down the dark hallway, standing on tiptoes to peek into the other rooms. She saw some truly exciting scenes. The girls here were really good. If only my hands were untied, she thought. Her mind wandered to the woman chained in the cellar room, wondering how she was doing. She missed that woman. She did pleasurable things to her with that tongue. She would be with that woman her whole life if she could. But alas, she couldn't. Olivia was bound to the masters. If she dared escape or go against them, her life would end, like that girl she knew. 

Olivia shook her head, continuing to the bathroom to get rid of all this gunk. She was really tired of not being able to use her hands. A small punishment for attacking one of the masters. Olive had learned her lesson that night, receiving a vicious gang bang by ten masters. 

The cellar hallway was a square. A never-ending square. Eventually, Olivia ended back at where she started, missing the bathroom. She cursed, then curiously looked at the door without a window, where the woman was kept. 

One of the slaves walked by, two metal clips fastened to her nipples. Olivia called out to her. 

"Hey, can you untie my wrists for me? I'm supposed to give a hand job but my last master forgot to untie me," Olivia lied. The girl struggled with it but eventually got her free. Olivia shook her arms out, relieved to be able to use her hands again. 

"Thanks honey," she said, giving the girl a hard kiss on the lips, tasting cum. The girl returned her kiss and swirled her slender finger in her pussy, extracting the remaining cum. She put it in her mouth. 

"No problem. Have fun."

Olivia watched her go, then pulled the door open. When she got in, she gasped. The woman was covered in cum, and her head was drooped, probably falling asleep. Olivia closed the door behind her and walked over to the woman, gazing at her beautiful, used body. She touched her breast softly, swiping some cum off and putting it in her mouth. 

"Don't worry, Miss, I'll have you cleaned up real good."



Captured Ch. 02



Hello again everyone!

So a bunch of you guys were pleased with my last submission so I hope this doesn't dissappoint. Please, as always tell me what you think. I'm open to any criticisms or ways that I can make the story better as long as they're constructive so please no hateful comments. Also, for all the people wanting to know about Claiming Lily I will be beginning the writing of the fourth chapter very soon so please continue to bear with me. 

Always aiming to please,

Kinky Kanizta 

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"Mom, is that really you?" I couldn't believe my eyes; there she was, in the flesh smiling back at me. The sun was radiating off her skin, her hair flowing in the wind as she spread her arms wide humming her favorite tune. She was looking up at the sky and spinning around in her flowing white skirt and floral blouse. I ran to her with tears in my eyes as I embraced her in the biggest hug I could've imagined. "I miss you mom" I said to her as I smelled her old soap. I missed feeling her arms around me. She told me she loved me as my tears soaked her shirt. She told me it was okay and we'd be together soon. My brother then came out with his white t-shirt and baggy rolled up khakis. He hugged me tight and told me to be strong; that I could make it through. I hugged them both for what seemed like forever, the tears endless. "I love you" was all I could muster even though there was so much I wanted to know. 

A magical force then began to tear us apart. They looked at me with smiles that didn't reach their eyes as I screamed out trying to get back to them. I didn't want to leave. I had so many questions, so much to tell them. I fought the magical force with all my might but it wasn't enough as I began to lose sight of them. I was crying uncontrollably now as I continued to scream for them over and over. 

***

I woke up in a strange room, my face covered with dry and fresh tears. My throat felt dry and I couldn't help continuing to cry. The dream felt so real, why couldn't it have been real? I brought my hand up to wipe the tears from my face. It was only a dream; there was nothing I could do. I wished my dad was here. He would've known what to say. I started feeling sorry for myself and only resorted to crying more.

The tears subsided after a few minutes and then I realized how stupid I must seem. There were people being tortured and killed around the world, people who were starving and I was crying because of a dream? 

I then noticed my surroundings. I was in a gigantic room that was painted black with speckles of gold. There was a large semi-circular window on one of the far walls that showed camps and soldiers running about. There was also a giant circular bed in the middle of the room covered with a fluffy deep red comforter and a bunch of pillows made of feathers and other soft fabrics. When I tried to get up I realized there was a collar around my neck attached to a hole in the middle of the bed that only allowed me to crawl within the confines of the giant bed. I tried to free myself from the chain until I realized it was probably bolted into the ground. 

Then the General walked in with a smirk on his face as if I was amusing. Like I was a little caged animal chasing their tail for the fun of it. Oh how I wanted to bash his teeth in. He sat in a chair at the corner of the room and looked at me curiously for a moment. 

"Scarlett Rhodes, nineteen years of age, abnormally red hair, green eyes, daughter of George and Stella Rhodes, your mother died from cancer, your brother, Brandon Rhodes died during a robbery and your sister, Gloria Rhodes is labeled missing. Your father still lives on your family ranch." 

"Hu...hu...how did you know that?"

"You see my sweet, it isn't that hard after I went back to the spot you were retrieved and retraced your steps back to your home."

"Don't you dare fucking go by my home, I'll kill you." 

"Now, now, don't get rude now, that's no way a lady should act. And let's just say your father was already taken care of." He pulled out a camcorder and showed me a video of my house and my eyes started welling up again in tears. I then heard a bunch of people laughing in the background as I saw my father being dragged from my house in chains as he was trying to fight his captors. I couldn't control myself as I began to cry full out tears. I looked up at the General through teary, blurry eyes. 

"How could you? What did my father ever do to you?" He didn't answer me as he turned on his heels and left me to cry in my lonely prison. My mind refused to believe what I'd just seen. Everything I ever loved was just ripped from beneath me and there was nothing I could do to fight back. I started banging my fists on the bed and began to inflict pain on myself. It was my fault this happened. I pulled my hair, punched myself and choked myself until I was in and out of consciousness.

After hours of crying my body was plagued with exhaustion. When the General walked back in later in the day I had no energy to fight him. He stood by the edge of the bed and wiped my hair off my sticky, teary eyed face. He lifted my face and took a cold wash cloth and washed off my face. His face showed no expression as he wiped beneath my eyes. He then walked towards the door and retrieved a tray from someone in the doorway. He set the tray down on the bed and began to cut a piece of filet mignon. He put it by my mouth. I couldn't even will myself to eat it. "Don't make me get a feeding tube Scarlett." I then unhappily opened my mouth slightly and chewed on the meat. "Now Scarlett, there's hope for your father. If you do what I say and submit to me we will let him go home. If you do not comply, I will make sure to personally make his life a living hell." 

I nodded my submission. "Tsk, tsk Scarlett, that's not how you address your new owner." I looked up into his unforgiving gray eyes. "I will comply sir." He then smoothed my hair back as he fed me more steak and some broccoli. After he was done feeding me he put his fingers one by one in front of my mouth and demanded I suck them clean. After I sucked each and every finger clean he wiped his hands in a handkerchief and gave me a glass of water that I finished within seconds. Before he left he turned to me. "Your training starts tomorrow." All I could muster was a "yes sir" with my head bowed towards the fluffy comforter below me. 

After a few minutes my mind felt a little cloudy and my vision began to blur. I felt extremely sick as the room began to spin. I started to breathe heavy trying to fight off the nausea that was coming over me in waves. Within minutes my body collapsed into the mattress, my eyelids began to close on their own accord and that's all I could remember. 

***

Boy was I groggy. As I tried to recall the moments before my last drug induced coma I realized how much pain my body was in. I felt like I fell down three flights of steps. When I tried to stretch my limbs realized I was spread obscenely wide on a wooden 'X' that was attached to a wall in a room that looked much like a typical bedroom. What made it worse was that I was completely nude so goose bumps protruded from my flesh every few seconds as the embarrassment of being completely vulnerable kicked in. There was a giant four-poster bed that was covered with very comfortable looking black sheets. As I continued to survey my surroundings the General walked in with his cocky smile of pearly whites. It was almost like that stupid smirk was glued to his face. He came up to me and blew his cool breath on my skin making my goose bumps resurface. "Just delectable. Your skin looks so beautiful covered in goose bumps my dear." 

He made me sick as he reached out and tweaked one of my bare nipples. I sucked in a deep breath. No one had ever touched me there before and I couldn't see why anyone in their right minds would find this arousing. He tweaked it a little bit harder and I winced from the new pain introduced to me. I couldn't control myself as I spit directly in his face. His face first showed shock and then his anger registered in his features as his eyes pierced my own like daggers. "I hoped you would've made this easy Scarlett, however I see how difficult you're going to be. I was hoping not to hurt your father though I suppose I must to get your submission." 

The blood drained from my face as he began to walk away from me. "No.... please, I'm sorry!" I needed to learn how to control my anger if I was going to get anywhere. I took a deep breath. "I'm...I'm just not used to anyone touching me.....there." He turned around and faced me then and looked at me with curiosity. I made the most sincere face I could muster. "Of course" he said as he stepped to me and stroked my face with the back of his hand. I closed my eyes wishing to be away from his touch; just being near him made me nauseated. "Of course, you're a virgin. Not to worry my dear, we'll take care of that in time." He walked away from me again, opened up a drawer on one of the far walls and picked up a remote. When he pressed one of the buttons the wall he pointed it at began to rotate much like a secret room of some sort. However, my face couldn't hide its shock as what was on the opposite side of the wall was revealed. The left side of the wall was covered from top to bottom with a variety of gags and restraints. The right side was separated into four sections all filled with devices that looked very painful. 

He took one of the simpler ones that was just a red ball with straps and a buckle and forced it in my mouth. I tried forcing it out but all I managed to do was drool that dripped down to my breast. He returned to the far wall after wiping the saliva from my chin and grabbed what looked like an oddly shaped spatula. It had holes in it. "This, my dear is a paddle. This will hurt very much but just know you're deserving of this. You get twenty-five blows to each breast for hurting my men, and your unwillingness to comply. So in total you shall receive fifty spanks on your sweet breasts. I think this is a small punishment for two very big crimes so you should be grateful." 

I tried to close my eyes awaiting the pain. "No, no, no my dear. You will look in my eyes the entire time. I want you to look in my eyes as I beat your tits. I want you to see the control I have over you." When I opened my eyes I felt a stunning blow to my chest. Within a minute my right breast was on fire and my throat was on fire as I screamed out in agony. The torture continued for what felt like forever. Whenever I thought he was letting up he began to beat my breasts with renewed vigor. By the time he was finished I couldn't feel my breasts and my body was covered in sweat and tears. He untied me from the wooden 'X' and carried me in his arms to the four poster bed. He then laid me down and tied my ankle to one of the bed posts. He smoothed my hair off my damp face and then began rubbing a cream on my breasts. The cream was oddly soothing and cooled off my breasts that I swear were so hot they could've been their own radiator. 

I couldn't believe I just cried in front of him. I tried to will myself not to cry but I didn't know how painful a paddle could be. I began to calm down after awhile but I tried not to fall asleep around him. I didn't trust him for even a second however my mind wasn't having it as my eyes began to flutter and feel heavy on my face. Just as I was about to let go I could feel the General's eyes burning into me. Before I fell into my pain induced slumber I felt his hand in my hair and heard him whisper "so beautiful."

****

I awoke with the General still by my side. How long had I been asleep? However, the General knew I was awake. "Sleep well my dear?" I didn't want to answer him but I suppose it was a rhetorical question since he didn't let me answer. "I have a surprise for you. I figure it might loosen you up to my command." 

It was then that I noticed I was clothed. It wasn't much, just some rags but at least it was something. He then hoisted me up by my newly bound arms and urged me forward. We walked through numerous hallways and passed various doors. It was almost like a maze and I couldn't help wondering what was behind every door and down every hallway. After what seemed like forever we finally reached a set of two doors that was barricaded by two armed guards. The General then pulled out a pair of sunglasses from a pocket inside his suit jacket. The guards then punched in a code of some sort on the door and the doors that looked much like a vault opened. The intensity of the light shocked my eyes. When my vision adjusted to the sun's rays I couldn't believe what I saw. There was a clearing surrounded by thick, tall stone walls with barbed wire. There were naked women everywhere screaming as men in uniform chased them and tackled them to the ground. I watched as one woman's head was being held firmly in the dirt as a young soldier was ramming into her pussy. I saw another woman who was crying as three men surrounded her and looked at her hungrily. As more women were being violated before my eyes I felt sick knowing I couldn't help any one of them. I then felt the General pull me close from behind. He brought his muscled arm to the front of me and squeezed my breast. I couldn't help the chill that went down my spine. I then felt his hot breath on my ear. "Without me you'd just be another pussy to fuck Scarlett." I felt a knot in my stomach as his words registered in my mind. "The only thing keeping you from being one of them is me. " He let his words sink in for a few moments. "I know your girly mind must wonder what happens to these women. Well my dear, most of them will get pregnant and supply the militia with more soldiers. Baby girls however will become servants or future sex slaves." I began to feel sick again. "I know it seems cruel but it's a small price to pay for power my sweet." 

As the scene before me unfolded I couldn't help the bile rising from my stomach. Before I knew it I was leaned over throwing up whatever guts I had in me. I then felt hands pulling my hair back. I knew they were his hands and that alone repulsed me. After I was done he led me back inside and through more winding hallways. I couldn't get the sight of the women out of my head. I didn't pay attention to my surroundings anymore as we traveled the same way that we came. Before I knew it we were back to the room with the wooden 'X'. Once inside he pushed me to the ground. I could see the lust in his eyes. "I would love to pound that pussy, but I don't think you're ready for me just yet my dear so we'll start with a blowjob." He then got a gag that had straps with a circular cut in the front. "This, my dear is a ring gag. Since I can't trust that you won't bite I'll have to use this until I can trust you. This will be very uncomfortable for you, but it will please me and that's all that matters." I looked at the gag with caution. No way was that going into my mouth. When I sealed my lips shut he laughed. He then grabbed my cheeks and put pressure until my mouth opened enough for him to force the gag in my mouth. 

He unceremoniously unzipped his fly and his hard cock popped out. So this was what a penis looked like. He looked very clean and it was very long and thick. Well, I wouldn't exactly know if it was long or thick considering I'd never seen one before but it looked humungous. "Are you ready for your master Scarlett?" I tried to shake my head no but before I could even move my head he gripped my hair in his hand and slowly popped his dick into my mouth. I waited for him to pull out but he just kept pushing it in. I couldn't help my gag reflex but he just ignored it and kept pushing. I felt nauseous. At least he was going slow. "Such a good girl with such a pretty throat." However, once he got to where he wanted he began to speed up a little. Before I knew it he was yanking my hair back and forth on his cock. "Such a velvety throat Scarlett. I can't wait to feel your pussy squeezing my cock." After a few minutes of the constant onslaught of my throat tears were falling down my face and I found it difficult to breath. He then went as far back as probably humanly possible and held me there. I struggled to get away and breathe but he wouldn't let me. He began to pump a little and then I felt a warm, thick liquid spurt in the back of my throat. I couldn't help but swallow. "That's right; swallow master's cum my little slave." 

After a few minutes his cock shrank back down to its flaccid state and he slipped it out of my throat. He then stuffed his cock back into his pants, zipped them up as quickly as he'd undone them and left me in the room alone, bound with my mouth open and waiting like the whore I was becoming.



Captured Ch. 02



The walk to Killian Canavan's cabin in the woods was long and arduous and wearied little Katherine van der Poole nearly to unconsciousness. Her hands were bound neatly together; the tether was gripped carefully in Killian's massive steely fist. Katherine's dress was tatters, her body was aching, and her skin was bruised, bloodied, and sticky with sweat and grime from the forest. It had been the longest of days. 

Katherine stumbled over a tree root and fell flat on her hands and knees; she flinched, expecting to be hit, as jerked her head up to look at Killian with the frightened eyes of a wounded doe. If she had looked up with a trace of arrogance or cunningness or even anger, Killian would have jerked her to her feet by the rope that bound her and probably slapped her around a bit for good measure. But the abject fear and the sad confusion of an abandoned child on her pretty face appealed to the thin whispers of kindness that rustled around the tendons and hatred in his heart. He reached down and lifted her easily to her feet. She took a single step before her silver eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted dead away. 

Killian rolled his own eyes up at the sky. "This is what I get for showing mercy," he remarked with a trace of humor to no one in particular. He gathered up Katherine's little body and held her against his chest. Her head lolled innocently against his shoulder, her soft strawberry lips open in a delicate pout. His little doe. He sighed, finishing the march to his home in thoughtful silence. 

Killian's cabin was all honey-colored wood, mismatched dishes, ropes, weapons, and an enormous bed outfitted with a plaid quilt he'd had for twenty years and sheets that could probably do with a good washing. In the attic there were boxes and books and a thin little cot that was usually brought out for guests—or captives as the case happened to be. He considered the staircase and then looked down at the little brownbird in his arms. She was too weak for the moment, too pitiful. He couldn't very well torture her for information—or enjoyment—in this state. Instead, he laid her down on his great bed and tugged off her filthy clothing. He lit a fire and his lamps, heated water over the hearth. 

He tied each of Katherine's wrists and ankles to one of the bedposts, leaving her spread-eagled and helpless on that old familiar quilt. He grinned a little at the sight of her so lovely and vulnerable. In the soft golden lamplight, she looked more like an angel than ever. 

With a cloth of disputable cleanliness, he washed the dirt and dried blood from her arms and legs, cleaned the dried cum from her thighs. He pulled thorns and splinters from the bottoms of her feet, watching her still face for signs of consciousness. He ran a hand over her taut, concave stomach and over her breasts, watching her nipples stiffen under his touch. Under his touch, Katherine shifted a little, her lips falling open. He could see her pearly teeth, her silky pink tongue, the back of her innocent little throat. Waiting a second to make sure she was truly still unconscious, he leaned down and took her plump bottom lip between his, as carefully as if she were made of glass. 

Katherine startled awake, her eyes looking twilight-colored in the darkening room. "Oh!" she gasped out, squirming in her bonds. 

Killian smirked down at her. "Hello there, little one." 

Katherine looked down at herself, taking in both the state of her nakedness and the new cleanliness of her skin. "You... cared for me." 

"We can't have you dying on us just yet now, can we?" Killian chuckled at the new horror that came across her pretty face. Tears sprang up in her eyes. 

"I don't understand," she whispered. "My father has money; if you want a ransom, he'll pay, I know he will!" 

"Sorry, love." Killian shook his head. "This is about revenge, not ransom." 

"Oh." Katherine swallowed, trying and failing to contain her tears. 

"I'm going to need to ask you a few questions about your father's business." 

He saw the expression in her eyes change, shields coming down over them, and knew she knew exactly what information he wanted. "I can't give you that," she said firmly. "You must know that I can't." 

"You'd better cooperate," Killian cautioned her. "Your cooperation is the only thing that'll let you survive all this; worse men than me will have their way with you if you don't let me help you. I can help you, Katherine." 

Katherine snorted. "You can't fool me." 

"I mean what I say," Killian vowed solemnly. "Don't get me wrong; I'll beat you bloody and fuck you until you can't stand or sit for a month. I'll do it every single day until I get what I want from you. But there are worse things. I don't plan on taking any of your limbs, for example." He ran a finger down the milky paleness of Katherine's trembling arm. "Personally, I prefer them attached." 

"You're a monster!" Katherine spat. "You might as well kill me now, for I'll not tell you a damn thing." 

Killian had to fight to hide a smile at her cursing; it was almost certainly the first time she'd uttered such a word, and the sweetness of her tone even when furious made the whole thing rather adorable. "You're no good to me dead, love," he said simply. 

"I'm no good to you living, either," Katherine snarled. She was getting her fight back, Killian noted. Her cheeks were bright with righteous indignation and her eyes were suddenly disks of ice, cold and sharp and fearsome and lovely. 

"Oh, aren't you," Killian chuckled, running his palm along her ribcage and across her hipbones. She twisted, trying to wriggle away from his touch. 

"Don't touch me," Katherine ordered. 

Killian grabbed her jaw in his hand, sliding his fingers down over her throat and flexing them slightly. "I've warned you about ordering me around," he growled. "Don't make me do it again. I won't do it kindly." 

He pressed his mouth down on hers, sliding his lips over hers, deepening the kiss, pressing his tongue lightly against her clenched teeth. "You're mine, little princess. Don't you forget it. I promised to make you scream for me, to beg for more. Do you remember?" 

Katherine was silent and sullen and flushed. 

He squeezed her throat. "Answer me, Katherine." 

"I remember," she gasped at last. 

"Good." Killian kissed under her jaw, tasting the flutter of her pulse. He licked his name against the hollow of her throat, bit her slender shoulders, kissed the razor-sharp shelves of her collarbones. "Are you ready for that, sweet one?" 

"No, thank you," Katherine responded coolly, but her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were feverishly bright, her delicate hands balled into fists at her sides. 

"So defiant," Killian laughed, tracing his thumbs over her little pink nipples, squeezing them gently between his fingers. Katherine squirmed uselessly as he sucked each of her tits in turn, coaxing her nipples into hard, sensitive pounds that stretched nearly an inch away from her luscious breasts. His scruff scratched her skin as he nuzzled into her cleavage, his tongue and teeth and lips marking what was his, tasting what was hers. His hand slid between her leg, finding her pussy dripping wet and already trembling. He groaned, so incredibly pleased and satisfied by how amazingly responsive, how ready, how sexual his sweet little captive was. He pushed a rough finger deep into her shivering cunt as his thumb stroked over her perfect little clit until it was hard as her aching nipples. 

"You might not want me, but your body does," he told her, smiling as he licked and nipped his way down her stomach. 

"No part of me wants you," Katherine protested. Killian added a second finger to the first inside her pussy, curling them towards him as he smiled up at her. "No?" 

"No," Katherine gasped, eyelashes fluttering, hands digging into the bed. 

Killian barked a laugh. "As you say, angel." He bent and licked across her clit, drawing little circles around it, licking down around where his fingers were sheathed in her cunt. Katherine gasped, arching her back off the bed. "Oh!" 

"Are you ready to admit how badly you want me?" Killian asked, keeping up a steady stroking of her g-spot. 

"Never," Katherine hissed. 

Killian drew his fingers away from her body, watching her squirm at the loss. He knew she was close to orgasm; he knew just how badly she needed his touch. She bit her lip, fighting it. 

"Come on, Kat," he grinned at her struggle. "Say it. Say you want me. Say you need me. Say you want my big hard cock in that tight little cunt of yours. Say you want my hands holding you to the bed. Say you want me to kiss you and touch you and bite you all over. Come on, little princess. Let's hear it." 

Katherine was silent, biting her bruised lower lip as if answers were hidden just under the abused skin. "I won't," she managed to get out at last. 

Killian ran his hands up her thighs, perilously close to her wanting pussy, warm and sweet and pink and wet. Katherine twitched at the touch. 

"Very well." Killian ran his hands down her smooth legs, licked the arches of her delicate feet, sucked each of her toes in turn. "I'll drive you crazy until you do, little one. I've got nothing but time." He slowly, oh-so-slowly, kissed his way up and down her legs a dozen times, stopping a little closer to her pussy each time. He could taste her arousal on her thighs. His cock was a throbbing rod of iron in his trousers, but he loved the game. This was his game. He made the rules. He always won. 

He circled fingers around her clit and over her slit, bringing her close to orgasm again and again, never giving her any breath of relief. She was panting and writhing on his sheets, a mess of sweaty hair and wide eyes and bleeding lips and desire. He was in ecstasy. 

He traced a single fingertip down her slit and over the little pink star of her ass, making her gasp and jump. He circled his finger over her perfect virgin rosebud as he rubbed a thumb over her clit. "Oh, the things I'm going to do to this ass," he growled gleefully. He moved his hands to her thighs as he licked slowly from her clit to the bottom of her ass, teasing her until she practically weeping. 

"All you have to say is yes, Miss van der Poole. One little word. One syllable." 

"YES," Katherine gasped out, humiliated, but too desperate for his cock to be back in her cunt, back where it belonged, back where every fiber of her being wanted it. 

Killian roared like a king, tearing off his pants, climbing on top of her with the eagerness and strength and raw passion of a man in love, in lust, in hate. His cock, straining, veiny, damp with salty pre-cum was harder than velvet-coated steel. Veins stood out along the shaft, angry and purple. 

Katherine screamed out as he plunged it into her waiting body in one perfect, forceful thrust. "I'm going to ride you till you scream for me," Killian whispered into her ear, his voice rough and wild and wanting. He pounded her little pussy until the ropes were the only thing holding her arms and legs up, and then he slowed down, stroking the silky insides of her body with his hot, hard cock. "You're mine, all mine," he whispered, his eyes burning flames into hers. "My little princess. My girl." 

Katherine was lost in a sea of pleasure. He was everywhere at once. He was gentle and rough by turns, leaving bruises on her hipbones and bruises on her heart. He kissed every inch of her skin. His hands were buried deep in the taut flesh of her rosy ass cheeks. Their bodies were music. For a moment, they were more than captor and captive. For a moment, they almost forgot. 

"What's your name," Katherine begged, turning her face up so the bruises on her neck caught the light. 

"Killian," he told her, and she repeated it back to him, again and again, until the syllables ran together into one fluid stream of moans from her aching lips. 

"Say it again, little princess," he ordered when her words fell into nothingness. 

"Killian," she breathed. "Killian, Killian, Killian." 

Her lips were against his neck, but she had yet to kiss him. Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip, but it had yet to voluntarily taste his skin. Something about this killed him, made something dark and red and furious boil up somewhere deep inside him. He wanted her. He had taken her, and she had let him, but she had yet to give herself over to him. He might have killed her then and there if she hadn't looked up at him with something feather-soft and berry-sweet in her face. 

"Kiss me," he commanded like an emperor. Without question, she dove into his shoulder, her soft lips caressing his neck. Her tongue flicked across his throat, sending shivers deep inside him. She struggled against her bonds. "I want to touch you," she said. "I won't run." 

He pulled away the ropes that bound her and she melted into him like springtime. Her legs were around his waist, her hands in his hair. She had not kissed his lips. Not on her own. The thought was a spider in the back of his brain, spinning angry little webs that he was hardly aware of now, in the face of his other triumphs, but that would surface later, when he was angry with her again. 

He took comfort in the softness of her voice and lips and body, the taste of her skin, the warm squeeze of her cunt every time he drove his cock down into her. 

"How many times have you cum?" he asked her, watching her mouth fly open in shock at the question. 

"Twice," she whispered at last. 

"How about four," he countered with a wicked grin, making her squeal as he pulled her around his waist and stood up, pressing her back against the wall. 

He fucked her until his shoulders were scratched raw, until her voice went hoarse, until her legs were loose against his back. When he finally came, exploding against her stomach and hipbones, she was a little limp ragdoll in his arms. He laid her down on the bed and wiped her body off with a cloth, looking down at her glowing skin and bright face like she was an angel, his angel, his redemption. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. He was determined to have her, every bit of her, every piece of her soul and her body and her mind. She was his. He was never letting her go.



Captured Ch. 03



She had told him her name, so why hadn't he released her? The way his tongue swarmed through her melting center beyond her swollen chasm was unbearable. He had kept his promise, he had let her cum and she finally understood what it meant, but now it was beginning over again, his mouth attacking her forbidden center, and then keeping one hand to firmly lift her buttocks he used the other, moving two fingers inside her to assist his tongue with this assault, and she was moaning again, biting her lip to keep from screaming, pulling on her wrist restraints until her body hardly touched the bed beneath.

He listened to her moans, craving the soft sounds in his ears, these sounds that slowly degraded her. He should have stopped by now, but the thought of her reaching another climactic orgasm against him was too much. He was enjoying this, listening to her, tasting her, torturing her with his deep kiss. He was in control of her body, he wanted her to know that, but where had this sudden need to satisfy her come from? He was growing with frustration. She was there to satisfy him, not the other way around. But still, Talos had her name, Sabine. Sabine, he decided, was the perfect name to go with the face that had been in his mind all too long.

Talos licked into her soft chasm eagerly again, he could feel her pulsating. He would make her feel every part of the domination he placed upon her learning body, and his pure concentration to bring her to orgasm for the second time kept him from listening to her pleas, he heard them, but he wasn't listening.

"Please," She insisted, "I told you my name, please stop!"

She was pleading with him, how very amusing. This girl wasn't like other women, perhaps she came from a family of nobles, but she was not what he was used to. She was strong, he knew she was, strong willed, but he was slowly breaking her will, and despite her pleas he understood she would not be so easily bended, not the way she now appeared to be. He would have to concur her completely, show her that her precious body belonged to him now.

Sabine felt the swelling within again, her terrified pussy fighting to keep up with the sensations his crazed mouth brought, and she couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. She was once again offering up what was hers; pressing her opened vagina thoroughly over his mouth, begging him to go deeper with her actions, finish her before she came to detonate under her own pressures. She had brought her resting thighs from his shoulders strongly around his neck, god was she strong. Her shapely feminine thighs had hidden their power before, while now they threatened to crush his neck.

Talos was in awe as his hands left the flanks of her ass and drove into her thighs, keeping the pressure from his neck as he quickly lunged into her again, finding the place she needed him to touch, and he lapped heavily with his skilled tongue until he heard her desperate screams and even more juices poured into his mouth while her body arched.

The event had exhausted him as well as Sabine, his throbbing erection left a dull sensation through his body as he remembered it still needed to be relieved, but for now he was content, sliding her shaking knees from his shoulders and taking a moment to lay between her legs, allowing the wet juices to coat his warm dick. He held her body close, feeling it tremble, he had done this to her, and he was proud.

"Sabine." He sighed finally as he crawled to her face and tucked her dampened hair behind her ear, brushing it off her breasts so he could see them more clearly, "My Sabine."

She was frowning, her now hardened eyes refusing to meet his gaze, he didn't care. He forced her face towards his and pressed his mouth over hers, feeling her tense reaction while he forced her to receive his intruding tongue, it came to mind that this was the first kiss he had given her that she would remember, and he made it powerful, aggressively tasting her mouth as she tried to pull away from it, knowing what his very mouth had just done to her, where it had been.

"Sabine my pet," He laughed, reading her thoughts, "See, you taste so pleasant."

He kissed her again, this time as if the feed the same juice he had stolen from her cunt, she resisted tiredly, shaking still from her experience, and she had no response to his crude nature. And she was too tired, her eyes felt heavy, she wanted to close them but they became wide when he put his arms around her again, lifting her to sit as he held her body tightly against his, where she felt his masculine muscle between them, still hard and waiting as it now slowly dripped with his seed. It occurred to her that more of his torture was still to come, and she was truly ready to cry, but then there was the surprise as he reached past her and carefully released her first wrist.

Talos wasn't doing this out of kindness, he simply decided that he couldn't leave her tied up forever, no matter how appealing she was like that, restrained for his pleasure. No, he couldn't leave her this way, and besides, there was no threat now, her body was still shaking, and he doubted she could even stand, so when he released the second restraint he was suddenly taken by surprise when she thrust her well-aimed fist towards his face.

Talos reacted quickly, catching her slender wrist before she could strike him, and then the other. He couldn't believe it, she still had a strong will to fight in her, and for a moment he had to restrain himself from striking her back. Instead he seized the sensitive hair at the nape of her neck, wrapping his fingers in it tightly as he forced her to yield and she screamed under his control, fighting him as he forced both of her wrists into one hand, waiting for her to surrender. She did, after long agonizing minutes she stopped fighting him, and cautiously he released her wrists and forced her head back by her hair, glaring angrily into her pleading eyes.

"And here I thought you understood the rules." He growled.

He suddenly took her body into his arms, lifting her from the bed, she was so light, dangling in his arms as she whimpered, desperately now, not knowing what was happening until they reached another corner of the dark room she had not yet been introduced to. She gasped helplessly as he suddenly shoved her naked body to the floor. She landed with a thud and looked up in fear as she watched him place a chair in front of a long mirror before he grabbed the back of her hair again, leading the thick strands until he came to rest in the chair, and she gasped as she was suddenly faced with his erect male sex. He had pulled her face practically into it as he held himself just off the chair and forced her onto her knees.

Sabine tried to look back, knowing the mirror was there, he had done it on purpose and now her shy curvy bottom was on display for his eyes. She jolted again when he suddenly forced her knees apart with his feet, spreading her legs as a few drops of her warm juices fell onto the floor, how terribly embarrassing it was, and as she glanced back towards the mirror again tears welled in her eyes as she saw his reflection staring at hers, her legs spread as she sat on her knees, her reddened cunt visible as he forced her to lean forward, he could see everything again, and he was not about to let her dwell on the fact as he forced her face back towards him and pushed his generous endowment towards her quivering chin.

"I want your mouth on me." He stated.

She desperately shook her head, wanting to get away but he grabbed her face and glared at her firmly.

"You'll do it," He ordered, "And if I feel any of those pretty teeth you will learn what it feels like to have my dick fill you're ass."

He wouldn't. Sabine gasped, the firm grip he used to reach around and momentarily grab her ass told her otherwise. He seemed to calm then, as he stared down at her shyness. He grabbed her hand and brought it around his needy organ, her touch feeling pleasant around him. He used his hand to gently tilt it towards her uncertain peach lips. He watched her mouth part slightly, still wishing to get away from him. He wouldn't allow that. He leaned forward forcing the head of his ready penis through her lips and over her tongue, into her wet mouth. He guided her only a few inches further, and with his hand on her head he led her to a release, allowing her time to feel what she needed to do, but not too much time, her mouth felt good, and he needed release from his own lust. He started slowly enough, pushing her further every time, she had taken his generous length half way into her virgin mouth now, and she had already felt the effect of her gag reflex, and before she could adjust to the new length he pushed her hard, moving into her throat. 

Sabine was going to gag, she knew it, she was going to puncture him with her white teeth and he was going to destroy her for it, and still he thrust harder, the excitement bringing him to his feet as he pumped her mouth wildly. He had wanted to ride her like this, with such friction; he had never expected her mouth could feel just as good as the rest of her had so far, and as she moaned in protest the vibrations of her voice drove him to madness with feeling; he wanted more of those moans, those soft wonderful moans.

Holding her head to him, refusing to let her stop, he made his way from the chair to the floor, watching the reflection of her bottom arching as she bent to compensate, the arches of her nude ass as it rose into the air and the pink pussy opening beneath for his eyes, still aching from his earlier assault. He grunted with ecstasy as he held her head, forcing her to take in all of him, and he finally rested his head on the floor and enjoyed the way her un-wanting mouth felt around him. Her lips held him so tightly, so perfectly and brought a rush of satisfaction and the urge for more. He reached for her, grabbing her knee and bringing her legs towards him, still holding her head, refusing to let her pause, even as she whined with his pull of her, distraught because he was opening her knees around his head, looking up at her moist chasm.

He didn't want to, but he released her head and then urgently gripped her waiting buttocks above him. As he suspected, his release caused her to drop his flaming erection from her mouth, but he quickly raised his hips, forcing it back in the warm opening between her lips.

"Don't you stop!" He said demandingly.

She felt his rough hands on her bottom and fear drove her to continue with previous action, taking all she could handle as she felt his probing fingers touching the slick line between the lips of her pussy again.

Talos leaned back heavily, lifting his hips to assist her as she took him in on her own, all the while teasing her soft vagina. He felt her moving half way down his shaft, and forcing herself up when his hips came to meet her, her avoidance was obnoxious, as he greedily needed more.

"Take all of me!" He ordered, "I want to feel the back of your throat!"

He felt her trembling as he held her, touching her, but a moment later she had complied, forcing herself to take him as he wanted, and the sensation brought him to pull her waiting chasm to his mouth again, moving his tongue into her, matching her movements with his own, and then it came, her soft moans that vibrated over his dick, leaking slow bits of seed into her mouth for his pure enjoyment.

Talos had learned the sensitivities of Sabine's body now, and he easily brought her to climax, welcoming the juices she poured over him. As he waited for her to bring him to his own level of pleasure he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly as he continued to slowly clean the juices from her mounted pussy, and then a new calm came over him as his hips buckled and he suddenly sat up, staring from above her buttocks down her back, to where she made careful movements over his endowment. He waited for her to go down on him again, all the way, taking him in before he glided his hand down the smooth skin on her back and then applied pressure to her, keeping her frozen, her warm mouth clamped over his length.

"You will drink it all." He said softly, "Or you'll do it again."

He had given her warning, and he decided she should be grateful for that, and as cum spurted into her mouth he immediately felt her choking over the seed. He quickly rolled her sprawled legs away from his chest and held her head again, making sure, caressing the back of her earlobe as she swallowed, and when she had accomplished her task he allowed her to ease off him, as his previous swelling diminished and his satisfied penis was able to rest tiredly over his leg.

Sabine sat on her knees next to him, refusing to look his way as he softly pet the smooth skin on her back, running his fingers over the curve of her bottom as it rested on her feet. Talos watched as she started to cross her arms over her breasts; he would not let her hide from him. He quickly lunged forward, grabbing her wrists and pinning her beneath him. They met the floor and he pressed his mouth over her lips again, kissing her lustfully, causing her smooth tongue to react under his pressure.

She felt the cool sensation of his mask on her skin, and the heat of his body sweating with hers. She was still trying to understand what had happened, all these new feelings over her body, and why they were there, how he had been able to manipulate her sensations the way he had.

"You will not try to fight me again, my Sabine." He said, "Or you will be punished... I will enjoy every minute of your punishment."

Her gaze met his cold stare. He could feel the hatred circling in her but it was amusing. She couldn't hate him, not her master, she would understand that soon enough. He rested his tired weight over her, feeling her silent breathing as her chest heaved from beneath, her soft breasts becoming his cushion. Feeling her against him was so intoxicating, and as he took in her scent he realized that his unruly male organ was already blooming with want. He had to get away from her. She had learned enough for now, and if he stayed it would ruin his plans, ruin his retribution. He was going to take her, thrust into his pussy, that's what it was, her body belonged to him and he would break into his pussy and make the blood run. It was his rite, she would know it was his rite; he would make her understand at least that. 



Captured Ch. 03



Please note: there have been some artistic licence taken with the conversations between Carly and Miriam to ease the flow of the story. 

Miriam screamed as the massive monster lifted her sister off the ground and swung her between the seesawing boats on a long rope. She fought free of the hands that held as she tried to get to Carly. She had barely taken two steps before a large palm wrapped around her upper arm and spun her about. The breath shuddered from her lungs as she came up hard against a warm, solid chest. She clutched at the soft cotton of his shirt for balance, her gaze fixed on the vee of golden skin before her as the world spun dizzily. 

Slowly she tipped her head back, her long silvery hair tumbling over the arm anchoring her against him. Dancing green eyes met her wide, frightened blue ones. She drew in sharp breath at the sight of the wickedly handsome pirate, the scent of salt and male teasing her nostrils.

This couldn't be happening. She was the daughter of a Lord, and affianced to a Duke. How was it that only yesterday she sailed to meet her fiancé, and now found herself the prisoner of this heathen pirate who held her so...so intimately? A blush warmed her cheeks as she tugged on the fingers curled just below her breast. 

As her lips parted to demand he let her go, he lifted her in his arms. He held her against him as they swung through the air, his thighs tangling with hers. Miriam screamed as water churned below them, clutching at the devil that held her. The thick, corded rope creaked above their heads; the wind rushed through her hair, whipping it across their faces.

Her whole body slumped against his when again she felt the firmness of the deck beneath her slippered feet. Heights terrified her, and she didn't think she could have let go of him right then even if she wanted to. He chuckled against her ear, and she realised she was praying beneath her breath. She would have smacked him if she wasn't holding on to him so tightly. 

Without warning he scooped her up in his arms and carried her below deck. She pressed her face against his chest as men leered at her and whistled, fear and something else quivering inside of her. She had never known what it was like to be held by a man. No man had dared kiss her, for fear of her father. And even had she wanted one to, her mother had instilled in her the ways of a Lady. A Lady wasn't supposed to get her skirts dirty, was to smile prettily and sit quietly while the men talked. And most of all, a Lady was not to be familiar with a man that was not her husband!

He strode into a cabin and kicked the door shut behind him. He slid her to her feet, his muscular arm locked around her waist crushing her breasts against him. She knew he was gazing down at her, and blushed, her eyes fixed on the top button of his shirt. As the silence stretched she wondered what he was thinking. She was not as pretty as Carly, who was tiny and curvy with long curly hair and full, luscious breasts. Miriam was taller than most women, her legs long and slender, yet still she barely reached this pirate's chin. She was willowy and unfashionable, her breasts mere small handfuls. Her tiny waist was her one saving grace, her mother often told her. Her hair was a silvery blonde and completely straight. Her eyes, sky blue and placid, were passably pretty. Her lips were too lush, her mother complained, and too pink, lending her the look of a tart. 

The pirate gently tucked a silver strand behind her ear, and a small shiver raced through her. She knew she shouldn't stand pressed up against him like this so that she could feel every breath he drew into his lungs, but her wobbly legs refused to move. Her nipples felt tight where they rubbed against the stiff tulle of her gown. 

Would he kiss her? Miriam lowered her lashes, for fear of what her eyes would reveal. She wanted to be kissed, just once, before she was delivered to her elderly fiancé. 

"Look at me," he commanded, his fingers tangling in the soft curls at her nape. Her lashes flickered, then lifted. The breath caught in her lungs at the intensity of those intelligent green eyes. Her lips parted on a soundless sigh, and his head dipped. Her lips trembled as his brushed against hers, light as a butterfly's wings. Blood pounded dizzily through her as he pressed light kisses over and over against her lips, like a bee sipping on honeyed wine. 

"I never knew," she murmured breathlessly, "what it was like to kiss a man." Her fingers clutched at his magenta cloak as a soft sigh escaped her. He stilled against her, and she realised to her utter humiliation that she must have spoken aloud. How he must think her a ninny. He probably kissed a dozen women a day! 

"Later, my innocent captive, I will show you how a man really kisses a woman. For now I must return to the deck and see to the cargo." 

He left her, and she heard the scrape of the key in the lock and soft footsteps fade. What did he mean? Was that not a kiss? She pressed her hand against her tingling lips as she gazed about her with wide eyes. He had brought her to a small cabin, with a wide bed suspended to the wall by leather straps that could be pushed up to create more room. One side of the cabin was lined with cupboards with different sized drawers, all with tiny polished brass knobs. Beneath a long narrow table rested a wide metal tub, and her breathing hitched as she imagined herself in it, his eyes watching her as she ran the soapy cloth down her bare arms. 

A huff escaped her, no doubt it was his heathen piratical influence that created such wicked thoughts. Stomping over to the bed, she then sat down primly, smoothing her skirts and clasping her hands neatly in her lap. She was a Lady, not a hussy. If he thought to seduce her into kissing him again, he would have to think again. Yet thoughts of his kiss haunted her, and that unfamiliar churning sensation in her belly returned. The devil takes him!

~*~

Miriam wiggled beneath the sheets, warm and safe. Blinking against the morning light filtering through the trio of portholes lining the adjoining wall, she arched, stretching her slender limbs.

She frowned sleepily when she realised a tanned muscular arm pillowed her head, and another lay heavily over her waist, fingers splayed across her belly. Her pulse skittered in alarm as the she realised the warmth pressed along her back owed not to a blanket, but a man!

Dear God, what would her mother say if she saw her now? She attempted to scramble up, but found herself pressed flat on her back, an amused face gazing down at her from where it rested propped on his hand. 

"W-what do you think you are doing, sir?" she demanded breathily, her belly clenching under the caress of his fingers. 

"I thought perhaps you would like me to show you how a man kisses a woman. Properly." 

"Oh," she murmured, mulling over the idea. Would it be so wicked? Surely no-one would find out? "Perhaps quickly," she replied, then quickly added "but only if you promise not to tell my fiancé."

His eyes narrowed. "I promise," he said softly. She swallowed hard. What would her mother say if she discovered Miriam had let a wicked pirate kiss her? 

But any thoughts quickly flew from her mind as his lips settled over hers. They were warm as they moved over hers in coaxing kisses. She slowly relaxed, her lips softening, her fingers curling around his upper arm. 

His mouth slanted over hers, more demandingly. She gasped when his tongue flicked against her lips, only to slide deeper into her mouth. Her toes curled as his tongue touched hers, her fingers tightening on his arm.

Her breasts rose and fell as the kiss deepened, turning into something drastically different. Fire licked through her, and her thighs scissoring restlessly among the sheets. 

She moaned as he sucked lightly on her tongue, feeling an answering throb between her thighs. He shifted, pressing against her thigh as one of his wedged itself between hers. His hand slid up over her belly to rest just below the swell of her breast.

She tore her mouth from his, gazing up at him dazedly. "Do Lady's really kiss like this?" 

He nodded, a tiny smile curving his lips. "Mmm, although, if you want to do it properly, the way Lady's do..."

"What do you mean?" she demanded breathlessly when his words trailed off. 

His fingers tugged at the ribbons of her bodice, and it was only then that she realised all that she wore was her frilly white chemise. Her hand pressed against his, preventing him from unlacing her further as she gazed up at him, wide-eyed. Her swift inspection of him revealed he wore breeches and nothing else. Her stomach clenched at the sight of all that golden male skin with its sprinkling of black hair. 

"To do this properly, it is important that I see your breasts." 

"W-why?" she demanded suspiciously, her eyes lifting from the expanse of his chest to search his handsome face. 

"To experience the full pleasure of a kiss. That is what you wish me to show you, is it not, before I deliver you to your fiancé?" 

She chewed on her lip. Surely feeling this good couldn't be a wrong? If it were a sin, some part of her would surely recognise that, and stop him immediately? Some of her friends had admitted to kissing boys on terraces at balls when their chaperones were not looking, and nothing bad had happened to them. She nodded jerkily, removing her hand from where it covered his much larger one. 

She unknowingly held her breath as he drew the ribbons through the tiny embroidered holes, her face watching his. She squeezed her eyes shut when he peeled the thin silk cloth apart, revealing the tiny thrust of her breasts with their taut rose nipples to the intensity of his gaze. 

"You are beautiful," he whispered. "So pale and perfect, like a velvety cream rose bud plucked from an English garden." 

Her breathe shuddered from her lungs as his hands lightly traced her breasts, caressing the sensitive skin. Her lips parted instinctively beneath his as they closed over hers.

Quivers raced down between her thighs as his fingers toyed with her breasts, tugging and pinching their rosy tips. She arched against him, pressing against his hands as she tentatively kissed him back. 

He groaned against her mouth, his hand sliding down over her hip and thigh. She barely registered the feel of cool air against her heated flesh as he drew up her chemise. It was only as his fingers massaged the soft flesh of her inner thigh that she stilled, her eyes widening. 

She struggled beneath him, tearing her mouth from his. "No!"

"No? You do not wish for me to kiss you as I would a woman? Perhaps you are not woman enough, my innocent captive?" 

She whimpered as his fingers lightly caressed the sensitive crease of flesh where her thigh joined her body, unsure what to do. She gazed up at him helplessly, her throat locked. If it was as he said, and merely a kiss, then how could it be so terribly wrong? Yet the thought of him touching her there where she had never dared herself, was shocking. 

When she said nothing, her uncertain eyes locked with his, fingers lightly brushed the thatch of curls at their apex. Heat scorched through her as he gently explored her secret place with the lightest of touches. Her lips parted as his fingers became more daring, stroking her pink channel. 

"I do not believe that is so," he continued softly as he pressed kisses along her nape. Blood coursed through her, her skin felt feverish, the flesh between her thighs churning. "I believe that you are more than woman enough to kiss me properly, all of me." His fingers caressed her until she bucked against his hand, the world dimming. Her back arched off of the bed, her hands digging in to his waist as indescribable sensations thrummed through her. 

Yet still his fingers continued to stroke her, pushing her toward some unknown peak. She never noticed the hand struggling at the ties of his breeches, simply glorying in the feel of his fingers and mouth on her as he shifted above her. 

She felt his finger nudging at her, as though seeking entrance into her body. She wiggled breathlessly against him, her brow furrowing. His mouth returned to hers, capturing her mouth. He pushed harder against that place between her thighs, and she was amazed to feel it give. Her eyes widened as she felt something moving up slowly inside of her. She stilled, not sure what it was, feeling a tense stinging sensation as her body was stretched. The pain began to increase, and she pushed at his chest, seeking to gaze down between their bodies. 

She cried out when she saw the thick shaft of flesh rising from a nest of black curls pushing up inside of her. She struggled then, her nails scraping at his face as she fought to move him off of her. She pushed down against him, seeking to expel him from her tender flesh, and felt something wrench inside of her. She gasped at the agony of it, tears flooding her eyes as her body tensed. 

He moved, she didn't know whether forward or back, but she cried out again as lightening pain stole through her, her struggles ceasing. 

"Relax," he whispered against her ear. "The pain will pass. " 

"Get off of me!" she screamed. She moaned in relief as he withdrew from her, turning on to her side to face the wall, refusing to so much as glance at him. 

His hands smoothed down over her back, and she flinched, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "It isn't always like that. There is only pain the first time, and then it starts to feel better." 

She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to control the trembling. "You - you tried to seduce me!" she accused him. 

Devlin closed his eyes against the pain he heard in her voice. It would not do to mention that in the eyes of the Church, he already had. He had known she was an innocent that day he followed her and her sister to the markets. Men had stopped to stare at the pair of them amidst the small cluster of woman from the Ambassador, a couple of sailors a few steps behind to afford them some protection from predators. Like him. 

She had never seen him, her back straight, her face placid, hiding all the thoughts behind the Ladylike exterior. His hands had itched to release the tightly pulled back hair that glinted silver beneath the warm sun. Despite the humidity, she had worn a gown that had buttoned up to her throat. In that dusty, crowded market place, she had seemed a perfect, icy rose. Yet those eyes had told another story, soft and innocent and in awe of the exoticness that surrounded her. He followed her for most of the day, until his brother had found him. Word had got back to the ship that Devlin was acting like a love-sick fool over a bit of fancy lace. Only Devlin found he was to have the last laugh when Daemon spied Carly. 

Miriam's reaction to his kisses had thrown him. The layer of ice surrounding her was paper thin, melting at his lightest touch. He had lost control, wanting nothing more than to sheath his cock in her tight, slick channel. Only now he realised that she knew little in the way of men. Her look of horror when she spied his cock merely demonstrated this, and he ground his teeth in frustration. To feel her soft warmth begin to open itself around the tip of him, then to be relegated to the far side of the bed, did little for his temper. 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, dragging up his breaches as he rose. He found a clean shirt and tugged it on. Then he strode from the chamber and up the steps, taking them two at a time. Upon spying his brother, an idea formed in his head. He strode back to the cabin and flung open the door. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, struggling to tug on her gown. He strode toward her, and she cowered from him. 

He felt his anger boil, but at himself, for he had done this to her. She was an innocent, and he had forged ahead too soon. She was a Lady, to be seduced with gentle kisses and wine, and he had made a complete hash of it. 

He helped her yank down her gown and his hand on her wrist tugged her to her feet. Perhaps her sister could explain the ways between a man and a woman better than he could without offending Miriam's delicate sensibilities. 

He drew her along behind him until he reached his brother's cabin. He pushed the door open, sighing angrily at himself as Miriam ducked beneath him with a cry of relief and rushed into the arms of her sister. With another grimace of disgust for himself he turned on his heel and slammed the door shut behind him. 

~*~

Miriam threw herself at Carly where she sat on the edge of the bed running a brush through her long mane. Sobbing with relief, she clung to her sister, glad she was safe. Guilt consumed her, for she had barely given her sister a thought upon finding herself alone with the devilish pirate. 

Carly rubbed her back, as Miriam clung to her, and slowly the tears eased as her thoughts turned dark. What if what that pirate tried to seduce Carly, as Devlin had her? She lifted her head and gazed worriedly at her far prettier sister. 

"Did he hurt you?" Carly asked kindly. 

"Yes!" Miriam cried, and then slowly she shook her head. The pain had only begun when she struggled, so she doubted whether she could blame Devlin fully for that. "Well, no, not really. But he wanted to!" Miriam mumbled. 

"You mean he didn't try to..." 

Carly didn't finish what she was trying to say, and Miriam shook her head. "He said I was pretty, and that I had nice pale skin..." her voiced tapered off. "But he was so huge, and I..." she whispered, tears filling her eyes. 

"You what?" Carly demanded. 

"Oh, it's all so humiliating." she said, pressing her face into her hands. She couldn't look at her sister, knowing that she had brought this upon herself. It was Miriam who had asked him to kiss her. "He tried to undress me, and he was kissing me in all these strange places, and it was nice at first. Are you shocked?" She didn't want to hear Carly's answer, knowing she could not be anything but, and quickly went on, "but...but when I saw his breeches were undone, and it hurt between my legs, I got scared and started to cry. He got really disgusted and angry with me and he stormed out," Miriam wailed. 

"Shh, it's ok. It's ok. There was nothing you could have done." 

Miriam clung to her sister, knowing that wasn't the truth. She had all but invited him to seduce her. She was a hussy, a tart. If her mother could only see her now, she would beat Miriam black and blue with her strap. 

~*~

She must have fallen asleep, for she jerked awake when the monster kicked open the door and ordered her out. Her eyes widened at the sight of Carly tossed over his shoulder. She hesitated, unsure what to do. 

"Go", Carly mouthed to her, and Miriam bit her lip as she quickly skirted the man and slipped through the doorway. The door slammed shut behind her, and she turned to face it, unsure that she had done the right thing. Would he hurt Carly? 

Her hand rested on the doorknob when a voice spoke from behind her. "I would leave them be."

Miriam spun around, pressing her hand against her breast. Devlin had somehow snuck up on her. "But..." There was no sound emanating from the cabin, and she looked at Devlin warily. "Will he hurt her?" 

"No, that's the furtherest thing he has in mind, I promise you." He reached out and caught her hand, tugging her along behind him down the narrow walkway and into his cabin. 

She frowned at him as he turned to face her, trying to tug her hand from his warm one, but he didn't let it go. 

"I want there to be no distrust between us, Miriam. I know I hurt you, but I will make it up to you."

He let her hand drop and slid his hands around her waist, drawing her closer. Her heart fluttered and her lashes lowered shyly as his mouth brushed against her forehead. Dare she trust him?




Captured Ch. 03



"I have to go back up on deck. I want you to stay here, where it is safe." 

He released her and with one last look, closed and locked the door behind him. Miriam gazed after him in bemusement. How long would she be locked up in here alone before he ransomed her? Could she trust him when he promised her that the monster would not hurt her sister?

She looked about her, and spied the quill resting on the desk. Miriam walked across the cabin and sat down before it. Perhaps there was some parchment and ink to pen a letter to her parents. It may be days before word of their capture reaches their ears, and hopefully a swiftly followed letter would allay their fears. She sat down and pulled open the long narrow drawer just below the surface of the desk. 

Her fingers curled around a sketch resting on top of the papers and quills and charcoal. Slowly she withdrew it and placed it on the desk, smoothing its curling edges. It was a drawing of her. 

But not her. The woman in the picture lay on her side asleep amongst rumpled sheets, her hair spilling across the pillows in seductive abandonment. The strap of her chemise had slipped down her arm, baring the swell of her breast and a hint of nipple above the frilled edge. The picture was alluring, beckoning, as if she waited to be wakened by a kiss. 

Had Devlin drawn this as she slept, watching her? 

~*~

A conversation that could be heard from the hallway roused Miriam from her drowsy nap, and she stiffened as she recognised the monster's and Devlin's voices. She couldn't make out the words, and they faded as did their footsteps. She slid from the bed and tried the door, and found it unlocked. Slipping from the cabin, she padded quietly down the hallway and into her sister's cabin, closing the door softly behind her. Something about Carly's stillness frightened her, and she settled beside her on the bed, smoothing her silvery curls back from her pale face. 

Her sister did not move as the bed dipped. It was clear what that animal had done to her sister, and she castigated herself a fool and worse for believing Devlin. 

The noisy scraping of crates above them and shouts from the crew floated down from above deck, and Miriam realised they must have anchored. 

"Did he hurt you?" Miriam asked softly. 

Carly shook her head, never taking her eyes from the porthole. Tears filled Miriam's eyes at the obvious truth. Gently so not as to hurt Carly, Miriam ran her hands through her Carly's mane, untangling small snarls with practiced fingers. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Again Carly shook her head, and Miriam fell silent. Her sister was younger than her by eight months, but despite the age difference Carly was so much more confident and self contained than Miriam was. Miriam had not known of their true relationship until two years ago. Carly had been a maid in their household ever since she was a young girl, and Miriam had always been jealous of her. Carly had been allowed to run and play with the other children on their country estate while Miriam was forced to learn musical instruments such as the piano and harp, and to stitch pretty patterns on hanker chiefs under the watchful gaze of her mother. 

Miriam had become increasingly aware of the attention her father gave Carly, a mere maid. He barely spared a moment for Miriam or her older sister Gwen. It wasn't until she overheard the maids whispering about how Miriam's mother had trapped the Earl into marrying her, when it was Carly's mother that he loved, that Miriam finally understood why her father didn't love her. 

After an eternity, Carly finally spoke. "Do you remember the summer we spent in Brighton, and how we swam in the sea?"

"Oh, yes, it was absolutely freezing, and my toes turned blue!" Miriam shuddered in recollection. Miriam had watched enviously as Carly and the other maids had swum in the sea. She had begged her mother to allow her to swim also, and finally she had relented, only letting her swim for a minute of two, lest someone thought her unladylike. 

"The sea would be warm here." Carly rolled onto her back on the bed and looked up at her. 

Miriam gazed back at her with her head tipped the side, before enlightenment dawned. "You want to-to..."

Carly nodded intently, grasping her hand in a painful grip. "We are both narrow enough to fit through the porthole. It would be a small drop to the sea, and then we could swim toward shore and get help." 

"But they would surely see us and stop us!"

"It will be dark soon." 

"But what if we can't make it that far?"

"We will," Carly almost pleaded. 

"He did hurt you!" Miriam exclaimed at Carly's look. She had never seen Carly like this, so desperate, and guilt surged through Miriam. It was Miriam that had pleaded with her mother to allow Carly to come on the voyage. Miriam had done so for her own selfish reasons, for she had wanted a familiar face to be there when she wed a stranger. 

Carly sat up and turned from her, and Miriam caught sight of her back. Horror welled in Miriam at the sight of tiny bruises on her hips and back, before her hair tumbled down, covering the evidence of the monster's abuse.

It was how Miriam found herself floundering in the inky dark water, trying to keep afloat. Carly was far ahead of her, heading toward the lanterns from the distant shore that seemed to bob up and down as Miriam coughed up water. 

Her chemise tangled around her legs, and she felt she was drinking the whole sea. Her arms burned and her kicks grew less forceful as she neared the beach. She could see Carly climbing ashore, and struggled to cover the distance. It was only when she next raised her head that she couldn't see Carly. 

She blinked the seawater out of her stinging eyes as she searched the dark beach. She saw a figure then, and her eyes narrowed as she tried to see. It was a short, bulky man, and he was carrying someone. The air burned in her lungs as desperation clawed at her. She tried to call out, but water smashed her in the face, spinning her about as she struggled to stay afloat. 

When next she spied them, he was lowering Carly into a small dingy. He was rowing her out to the other ship anchored in the bay! Miriam didn't know what to do. Should she search for help along the shore? What if they asked for payment? Carly carried the small pouch of coins she had found in the Captain's cabin. Another wave hit her, then another, and she found herself sucked out back to sea. It was as though it was a sign, and she struggled to swim back to the ship, praying she wouldn't be too late. 

She cried out hoarsely as she reached the side of the boat. She coughed up salty water, her throat burning. Again she cried out, and tears of relief flooded her eyes as a face peered down at her before calling out over his shoulder. 

Soon she saw Devlin, and without hesitation he plunged into the water. He came up beside her as a rope ladder was lowered. Somehow she managed to cling to his shoulders in a death grip as he climbed the creaking rope, her face pressed between his shoulder blades.

He lowered her to the deck, and someone handed him a blanket and he tucked it around her. 

"Carly," she whispered, but he couldn't hear her. He leaned closer, sweeping the hair back from her face. "Carly. He rowed Carly out to the other boat." 

"Hell," he muttered, turning to gaze at someone over his shoulder. "A man's taken Carly on board the Orient." 

"Please, you must get her," she cried into the unearthly silence, her voice strained. "I'll do anything. Please, she's my sister." 

A sharp voice barked out orders, and men ran across the deck. It was the last thing she remembered before passing out, exhaustion washing over her. 

~*~

She woke, a warm, thick blanket tucked around her. She felt fingers smoothing her hair back from her face, and a light kiss press against her forehead. She blinked sleepily, gazing up into her sister's concerned face. She looked like a drowned kitten. Miriam must have said the words out loud, for her sister laughed. "So do you, brat." 

The warmth sucked her back down, and she closed her eyes, everything turning vague.

When she next woke, it was to the feel of fingers massaging sweet smelling soap into her damp hair. She moaned, her body languid in the steaming hot tub. She gazed down at herself, her creamy skin glistening in the candlelight. The water was clear, none of her usual lavender bubbles, and she could see the floor of the tub between her thighs. 

Water was dumped unceremoniously over her head, and she spluttered, trying to wipe the soapy suds from her eyes. Her head lifted to glare up at her maid, only to discover it was no maid. 

"Devlin!" she cried, and belatedly placed her hands across her breasts. "Get out!" 

He merely smiled that dangerous smile of his that she was becoming familiar with, and a trickle of heat swirled low in her belly. He crouched by the tub, his arms resting along its edge, a mere fraction from her glistening shoulder. His gaze lazily swept over her, and blushes swept over her body. 

"This is my cabin. If anyone should leave, my little captive, then it should be you."

"But I'm not wearing any clothes." He smile merely deepened, and her grey eyes narrowed. "Why did you undress me?" She didn't know whether he did or not, but his reply confirmed her suspicions. 

"You, my salty mermaid, needed a bath. I refuse to share my bed with someone encrusted with salt." he replied dryly. 

"You are no gentleman," she declared, her ears burning. He threw his head back and laughed. 

"And you are every inch the Lady," he teased. 

She ignored his comment, hating the blushes deepening over her breasts. "I refuse to share a bed with you. I am engaged to another man."

"If you choose to sleep on the floor without the benefit of a blanket or pillow, then I will have to abide by it." His voice turned suddenly serious. "However, should you share the bed with me, I promise not to do anything you don't wish." 

The silence stretched as she measured his words, her head tipped endearingly on its side. "You are not angry with me?" 

"No, Miriam," he replied. "I'm sorry that things ended badly, I would not have wished that for you for your first time. You are young and innocent, and it was my own brutish stupidity that made you fear me. I do not blame you for trying to escape me. I only ask that you let me make it up to you." 

She swallowed hard as she met his sombre gaze. "You promise to ransom me to my fiancé as soon as possible? " 

"I will send a letter to him on the morrow. Now, let's get you dry and into bed." 

She shyly asked him to turn around. He did as she beckoned and she stood in the tub and took the towel held out to her. She turned, putting her back to him as she swiftly patted herself down, propping first one leg then the other on the rim of the tub as she dried her thighs. She then wrapped it around her damp hair, and holding onto the edge of the tub, stepped over it carefully onto the waiting towel. She padded over to the chest, calling out over her shoulder "don't look, I'm not ready." 

She rummaged through a drawer until she found a soft white shirt. She slipped it on, and hastily did up the buttons to her throat. It reached her knees, and dangled well below the tips of her fingers. She rolled up the sleeves, and then glanced down at herself. It was roomy and hid her body, although she was conscious of the indecent amount of legs on display as she turned to face him. 

The breath caught when she found him lying on the bed facing her, propped up on his elbows, his eyes closed. Had he looked?

"Miriam, if you do not hurry up, I will dry you and put you to bed myself." 

"I am ready," she mumbled with relief, fiddling with the buttons of the shirt. 

Devlin swallowed hard at her poor choice of words. Opening his eyes, he gazed upon her standing shyly before him, clutching his shirt before her. He wanted nothing more than to peel it off her and taste her delightful breasts as she writhed against him, yet he knew he had to bide his time. He would not make the same mistake twice, even if he burned with frustration at the mere sight of her. 

"Come, I am tired and am in need of sleep," he murmured huskily, patting the mattress at his side. Her eyes on the floor, she walked toward him and climbed up on the bed, keeping as much distance between them as possible. Which was not much. 

He pulled the blanket over both of them and pinched the flame out with his fingers. Turning on his side, he pulled her stiff body up against his. "Relax," he murmured against her sweet smelling hair. "There is more room this way."

After a time, when all he did was merely hold her, she eased against him. He brushed his lips against her hair as her soft, even breathing reached his ears. Sleep, he knew, would be a long time coming. 

~*~

When Miriam woke, he had gone, yet his warmth lingered. She lay there, stretching on the bed as she remembered his kiss. Her belly fluttered and a small smile curled her lips as she propped herself up on her elbow, pushing her curls over her shoulder. She touched her fingers to her lips. Would her soon to be husband kiss her like that? 

"So you're finally awake, sleepy head?"

"Carly!" she cried, sitting up in bed. Carly stood in the entrance to the cabin, and the breath caught in Miriam's throat at the sight of her. She wore a long sweeping gown of light blue intricately beaded with seed pearls. Her hair was loose and slightly damp. 

"Thank you for what you did last night. I shouldn't have made you swim to shore, and put us both in danger." 

"Carly, you didn't make me. I wanted to. And I'm so glad you are safe." Carly smiled nervously as she crossed the cabin to sit on the edge of the bed. Miriam's heart fluttered. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"No, no. I...I'm going to marry him, Miriam."

"What!" 

"I love him, and he loves me." Miriam stared at Carly in shock. Carly had been so desperate to escape the man not long ago, and now she wanted to marry him?

"I know you wanted me to stay with you when you married your Duke, but Daemon and Devlin own several vineyards in the south of France, and he wants me to live there with him." 

Miriam could say nothing as she gazed at her sister. What about me, she wanted to cry, but knew that would be selfish. Her sister finally had a chance at happiness, and Miriam couldn't ruin that for her. 

"I'm happy for you," she whispered, blinking back tears at the thought of never seeing her sister again. Would Miriam's husband allow her travel to visit her sister after she had borne him some heirs? She hoped so.

Carly threw her arms around Miriam and hugged her. "It will all work out, you'll see," her sister whispered. "You will come, won't you? Word can be sent to your fiancé, and to our parents."

Miriam murmured "yes, of course". Something shifted on the edge of her vision and her lashes lifted. Her lips parted as she caught sight of Devlin standing in the doorway. He smiled a lazy smile and winked, before turning and disappearing from view. Miriam found it suddenly hard to breathe. 



Captured Ch. 03



This is final chapter to Captured, I think anyways. I think I might do something of a spin off of this. I really enjoyed writing these characters, especially Adam. I have another story that I am almost done with that has some similar themes(BDSM, dominance and submission). Thank you all for your support with this story, I truly enjoyed writing it and hope you like it too! Love to read your comments, so don't hesitate...even if they are negative; I love feedback!

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What happened next was a blur. She was rushed into the emergency room and Adam was stopped at the doors.

"You can't go in there sir." A young woman told him. His eyes were glazed over, he barely heard what she said. 

He sat in a waiting area; staring at light blue walls. He read each poster over and over; "to avoid illnesses like the common cold and influenza wash your hands correctly by following these easy steps..."

He didn't know how long he had been waiting there when he saw a nurse and a police officer walking towards him. The adrenaline started pumping through his veins.

"Sir are you the one who brought in Ms. Rachael McPherson?"

"Yes, is she okay?"

"I'm not aware of that sir, but are aware that Ms. McPherson was reported missing weeks ago?"

He had to keep his cool, if he could cover this up then they could still be together. 

"Missing? Who reported her missing? She's been with me for the past few weeks, we took a little time off to relax and get away."

"Her parents said they never received anything to alert them of her "get away"."

"It was sudden, I'll admit that, but she told me that she called them and her school to tell them."

"Well I just hope we can sort all this out but for now you're going to have to come with me."

"Where are we going?" Adam asked, his nerves really starting to kick in.

"Down to the station so we can ask you a few more questions."

"What about Rachael? I can't leave her."

The officer looked to the nurse. "I can go check on her status." The nurse said before the cop nodded and she walked off.

The cop stayed where he was and eyed Adam who sat completely disheveled in the seat.

"So how'd this happen? How did she get stabbed?"

Adam looked up at him trying to think of how to explain this; he shook his head.

"I don't know. I was right next to her and I go to talk to someone for a minute and I hear her screaming."

"Did you see who did it?"

"No, when I got to her she was already passed out and there was no one around her."

"Where were you when this happened?"

"Over on Green street in the next town over, Kingsville.

He nodded that he knew where he was talking about. "And what were you doing over there?"

"Just going on a walk. I live on Ferris Boulevard; we had just gotten back from our trip this morning."

Adam was so glad at that moment that he actually did own a house right down the street. He rarely used it, he had only bought it because it was a beautiful place and he had had the money.

"Did you see anything unusual before the attack? Or was there anyone who wanted to hurt Ms. McPherson or even yourself?"

"No I didn't notice anything I was just talking with her. And I don't know who would want to hurt her; she's a teacher for god's sake. And as for myself I can't think of anyone but you never know I guess."

"How did you meet her?"

"We go to the same gym."

Yet again something he hadn't thought would be so useful.

The nurse came back in the waiting area. "She's out of surgery and she should be fine, you can go see her but she won't be awake for a little bit longer."

Adam turned to the cop. "Can I go see her, I won't do anything and as soon as I know she's alright I'll go down with you."

"That's fine."

He held her cold hand in both of his. The officer stood outside the room occasionally looking in to check on things.

"I'm so sorry Rachael. This is all my fault." He whispered to her even though she was still sleeping. "I shouldn't have left the room. It was stupid of me but I've left girls alone a bunch of times and nothing like this has ever happened, ever."

"Adam?" Rachael groaned, her eyes flicking open for a second. 

"I'm right her Rachael." He moved closer and squeezed her hand. 

"Adam?" She asked again, her voice sounding more stressed. "Adam were are you? Help me!" She starting screaming, she was having a nightmare. 

The officer and a nurse came into the room and watched as Rachael continued to yell out Adam's name and cry heavily.

"Rachael wake up." The nurse said as she looked at a couple of the machines. "Rachael you're having a dream you need to wake up."

"Adam please help me." She sobbed.

"Rachael just wake up." Adam begged. Her eyes shot open, bloodshot and confused. "It's okay baby, relax, everything's fine."

"What happened? Where am I? Why am I in a hospital?" She looked around the room, spotting the police officer she froze. "What are you doing here?" She asked and then looked worriedly at Adam. 

"You were reported missing Ms. McPherson. When you were admitted to the hospital I was alerted immediately. When you're up to it I have a few questions for you concerning how it is you ended up here yourself."

"I umm- do you think I could answer them later, I'm still kind of tired."

"Of course Miss. We can come back in a couple hours."

"Thank you."

The officer left the room, not before he gave Adam an unnerving look.

"Adam what's happening?"

"They don't know or at least they don't know much." 

"I don't want you to go to jail but..."

"What?"

"I don't know what you did to those other women."

Adam squeezed the bridge of his nose; his mind was still on overdrive. 

"Did you hurt them? Where did they go?"

"All you need to know at the moment is that I have only ever brought one of those girls down to the basement and only because I was forced to. Frank thought I wasn't training them right, that they needed more punishment but I didn't go to hard on her."

"But where did they all go?"

"Lots of places. I'm not involved in that part, I just know they go to the highest bidder." 

"People buy them?"

"I know, I hate this whole fucking system!"

"Don't yell." She pleaded. 

"Sorry. I just wish that I had met you differently. Like at a bookstore or the gas station. You know?"

Rachael nodded. "You kidnapped me remember? It wasn't exactly a great first impression."

"I know that too." 

They didn't say anything for a while. Adam sat in her bed with her in his arms. She fell back asleep for a while, her head on his chest, and her hand in his. 

"Rachael? Rachael! Oh my lord! You're okay!" The short blond woman rushed to Rachael's side as Rachael tried to wake herself up.

"Mom?" 

"Who else would it be silly? I can't believe they found you! But god Rachael what happened to you? You've been gone for weeks and not a word or a call and then the police tell me you've been stabbed. What happened?"

"Mom please slow down. It's a long story and I'm fine so don't worry."

"And who is this?" Her mom answered in a whisper. Adam was still sleeping next to Rachael.

"His name's Adam."

"So this was about a boy! Rachael what were you thinking? I can't believe you would run off and do something like that! You worried me sick, your father about had a heart attack when we first found out. And you have responsibilities Rachael."

"Mom! Stop it, please just stop."

"I'm sorry honey but-"

"No. Nothing you're thinking is true. Just...I can't explain everything just yet."

"Rachael you-"

"Please mom, just give me a little time to figure out how to tell you."

"Oh my, did you get married? You better not be pregnant! Are you pregnant?"

"Mom!"

"Sorry honey. Anyways, your father is out in the waiting room; he wouldn't come in until I told him it was okay. I'll go and get him so you can say hi."

"Okay mom."

Her mom left the room and Rachael let out a sigh of relief.

"So are you pregnant?"

Rachael gasped, Adam had been awake and his comment scared her out of her little daydream.

"I can't believe my parents are here."

"Did you not think they would show up?"

"No I just hadn't had a chance to think about it."

"I'll figure out what-"

"Could I come in?" Frank stood at the door, straight and unnervingly poised. 

"I'll come out." Adam slipped away from Rachael, stopping only a second to kiss her forehead and whisper he'd be right back.

"What do you want?"

"I need to talk to you. About her."

"Now isn't really a good time if you didn't notice."

"Notice? I was the one who planned this."

Adam's jawed dropped and his hands clenched into fists.

"What?" He growled.

"I hired Luke, he's an old friend who owed me a favor."

"What the fuck! Why did you do this?"

"I needed her gone because I want you gone."

"Frank what are you talking about?"

Adam was frustrating, angry, and confused. Had Frank really tried to kill Rachael? Was he really trying to get rid of him?

"Dominick and I have a little deal, which doesn't involve you."

"I'll go willingly Frank, you of all people should know that."

"Except I want the girl."

"You tried to kill her."

"If I can't have her neither can you. I know you will try and run away with her so I tried to eliminate that possibility. You would never leave if she stayed. But if she was gone you would disappear."

"Just let us go, we won't tell anyone anything, and we bother you again."

"It's not that simple. You still owe me money. Since I have the girl, who should be worth quite a lot, I can exchange her for what you still owe."

"I won't let you have her."

"To bad that isn't an option anymore. I called the police and told them all about you kidnapping Rachael; you're going to jail."

"She'll defend me and say that I didn't do anything."

"How can she do that when you kidnapped her again, this time for good?"

"What?"

"Check the room."

Adam turned around and looked to the bed; no Rachael. 

"Where did you take here you son of a bitch!" 

Adam flew at Frank, their bodies colliding as they slammed to the floor. Fist hit flesh as Adam pounded Frank's face.

"What did you do with her!" He demanded. "Where is she!"

~~~

"Adam was right about you, you're very beautiful."

Rachael tried to talk through the duct tape over her mouth but it was pointless. 

"So beautiful but so stupid." Dominick said as he traced his finger across her skin. " I know where you get it from, Adam is the smartest either." 

Rachael tried again to speak but the duct tape muffled her voice. 

With her hands tied before her back and her ankles bound she laid on the floor to a van whose destination was unknown to her. Dominick sat beside her, his eyes glowing as he watched her struggle against his bindings. 

"You aren't getting out of those bitch, so don't even try." 

~~~

"Give her back you son of a bitch!" Adam yelled at Frank, they were starting to attract attention. 

"I can't do that." Frank answered calmly.

"Yes you can. I'm going to the police officer, he's believe me once I tell him you've done all this." Adam ran towards the entrance to the wing they were in, slamming through the doors he found the officer.

"He took her again, she's gone. He kidnapped her, he's right in there. You have to hurry, you have to help!" 

They both ran together back through the doors; there was no one standing outside her room.

"He was right there, he took her! Oh god her took her again!" Adam couldn't remember the last time he had cried but at the moment the tears streaked down his face. He felt powerless, meek, and completely vulnerable. He hated these feelings as they rushed through his body, they made him weak, they made him a victim. He felt like all the girls he had taken, the night he had first told them what they were going to do. The look in their eyes as they fell back into their bodies to protect themselves mentally from the unknown. The way they cried silently, so afraid and hopeless; Adam felt defeated. 

"Sir, who is this person you're talking about?"

"The guy who took Rachael was right here. He grabbed her from her room. I don't know how I was in there. I must have fallen asleep, I shouldn't have done that I was supposed to be protecting her."

"You need to calm down. Can you tell me anything about him?"

Adam shook his head, what was he to say? That they had worked in a whorehouse together? Trained women into sluts? Had manipulated the law and the rules to become savages? No he couldn't say anything at all.

The look on the officer's face turned from understanding and determination to realization; he thought Adam was lying and they he had done this. He put his hand protectively over the gun in his waist belt. This didn't go unnoticed by Adam who instinctually froze.

"I need you tell me what happened."

"I did. He came and took her again."

"If you can't tell me what he looked like or anything about him then we can't catch him."

"He's-" What was the big deal if he told him what he looked like? "He's got light brown hair, its short, and brown eyes too. He's shorter than I am, maybe...5'9ish. He looked kind of strong, like he used to work out but now he's slacking off. He was about 40 maybe a little older."

"Thank you."

"Are you going to find her?"

"I don't know. You just described about half the men in this city."

~~~

"Let me go already!" Rachael screamed. She was slightly glad they were somewhere where Dominick felt safe enough to remove the tape from her mouth. "I don't have anything you want!"

Dominick turned towards her, he sat across the room in a chair at a computer; Rachael's wrists were tied together, her wrists were tied to her ankles, and all that connected to a metal ring the wall behind her; it was uncomfortable to say the least. 

"Oh but you do. You can make me a lot of money, there was no way I could let you run off with that idiot."

"I wasn't running off anywhere!"

"Don't bother lying bitch, I know Adam, and I know the look he had in his eyes; he wanted out and he wasn't about to leave you behind."

Rachael dropped her head; she knew she couldn't lie her way out of that one.

"He did a good job on you, I would say it was worth it." Dominick's eyes traced over the bandages that covered a lot of her body. 

"You hired him to do this to me?"

"Who else would baby?"

~~~

"Adam Creston?" An officer walked over to Adam, who sat out in the waiting area again. 

"Yes?" Adam replied as he looked up at the officer; something about him seemed extremely familiar to Adam.

"Could you stand up please?" 

"Yeah, what is this about?" 

"Adam Creston, you're under arrest for the kidnapping, assault, and rape of Rachael McPherson. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"What is this? I didn't do this! Have you even found her yet?" 

"Calm down sir, I don't want to add more charges to your sheet."

"But this is a mistake, you need to be looking for Rachael!"

"This is no mistake. And they are looking for her and when they find her she'll get to go home."

"You don't know what you're doing!" Adam continued to fight back. 

"I know exactly what I'm doing." Came the reply from another police officer who walked into the room. Adam then remembered why the officer had looked familiar.

~~~

"Do whatever you want with her." Dominick said to someone who had knocked on the door moments ago. 

Matt walked over to her, Rachael's eyes flashed open; she was so exhausted and confused. 

"Hey Rachael."

"Matt?" 

"Yeah. I finally get to fuck you." But the look in his eyes was trying to say something else.

~~~

"What did you do with my baby!" Rachael's mom screamed at Adam from across the table in the police station.

"I told you already, I don't know where she is."

They had been going at this for the past hour. The cops, who Adam recognized now as the men who beat him up outside the house, stood off to the side of the house and watched as Mrs. McPherson yelled and cried insanely for an answer.

"You have to know, you took her!"

"I didn't take her this time, someone else took her from the hospital. It wasn't' me, I wasn't even in the room at the time."

"You planned it, you planned all of it. When she didn't die from your stabbing you knew you had to try again."

"I swear I didn't hurt her. I love her, I love your daughter."

~~~

He lay on top of her, her breathing becoming gentle beneath him. "Rachael, Adam sent me to get you out." He whispered into her ear, trying not to arouse Dominick's suspicions. 

"He wouldn't have to told you that you could have sex with me. You're lying."

"No he didn't say I could, he actually told me he would kill me if I did but I figured I might as well get something out of this."

"I still don't believe you."

"He called me a few hours ago. Said you'd been taken from the hospital, I didn't even know you two had left the house. Then he asked if I had seen you. I told him that Dominick had brought you back hours ago and he went crazy, let me tell you, that man is going to give Dominick one hell of a fight."

"How do you plan on getting me out of here?"

"I'm going to go and knock him out, excuse me while I do that." 

"Matt he could hurt you."

"He could hurt you more. Now stay here and don't move."

Rachael didn't move but by staying where she was she couldn't see what Matt was doing. 

Rachael heard a little speaking before a thud; she hoped it was Dominick hitting the floor and not Matt. She was right a couple minutes later Matt was next to her again, untying her restraints as quickly as he could.

"Sorry about the whole having sex with you thing, I know you're probably angry but I saw the opportunity so I took it."

"Just don't talk about it okay?"

"Fine, are you going to tell Adam?"

"Yeah I kind of have to."

"Why? Can't it just be our little secret?"

"I'm not lying to him, I love him, and he has never lied to me."

"Oh okay, lets just get you out of here then. Preferably before he wakes back up."

~~~

Adam had been left alone in the room for hours, he kept replaying his time with Rachael in his head. And the one question kept popping into his head; what if they can't get to her in time?

He heard commotion from the main room of the precinct. Turning around he saw Rachael mom running towards the front door and an officer trying to stop her. He stood up, what was going on? Then he saw Matt, with the small body of Rachael encased in his arms.

He went to the door, locked. He needed out of this room. Why wasn't she moving? Matt still had her in his arms as another officer took her from him. All the while her mother and father crying and trying to see her face. Why was no one coming to get him? Oh yeah, they though he did this. 

He pounded on the window on the door. Matt and an officer looked in his direction and Matt started to say something to the man who then came over to the door and unlocked it. 

"Is she okay?" He asked, his voice tense.

"She's fine Adam. She just had fallen asleep." Matt told him.

"Thank god." Adam said as he sank to the floor and leaned against the wall.

"Did they arrest you?"

"They think I did this."

"Well..." 

"Wait." Adam stood up and faced the officer. "I want to make a deal."

~~~

8 days later.

"Okay Ms. McPherson we're just going to ask you some questions about what has happened. We need you to answer honestly because your answers will effect the deal that is being made with Mr. Creston. Do you understand and think you will be able to answer honestly?"

"Yes."

"Okay then here we go. Did Mr. Creston kidnap you?"

"Yes he did."

"And did he keep you locked away?"

"Yes."

"Did he deprive you of your basic needs, like food, water, thing like that?"




Captured Ch. 03



"No, never."

"Did he rape you Ms. McPherson, in any way?"

"No."

"So he never touched you?"

"He touched me but it wasn't rape."

"Do I need to give the definition of rape miss?"

"No. I'm telling you that I consented to everything he did to me."

~~~

"Mr. Creston we need to ask you a few questions regarding what happened."

"Okay."

"First of all, did you rape Ms. McPherson?"

"You'd have to ask her."

"Someone is asking her but we need you answer. In your opinion did you ever rape Rachael McPherson?"

"No."

~~~

"Did Mr. Creston ever assault you? Did he ever hit you or beat you?"

"No."

"So he never hit you at all?"

"He hit me but yet again...consensual." Rachael said with a blush. 

The officers that sat across the table looked generally confused. 

"Was Mr. Creston the only one that ever did anything to you?"

"No, there was the man that cut me up. And Matt, I don't know his last name but I consented to him too."

"Okay. Is Matt the man that brought you in here the other day?" One of the officers asked.

"Yes."

"Matthew Lowes, he was involved with everything too." One officer said to the other.

"Do you know what's going to happen to him?"

"No not yet anyways."

~~~

"So you're saying everything you did to her she consented to?"

"That's what I just said."

"And she would say the same?"

"I think so."

"Okay. That's it for now." 

"When do I get to see her?"

"Who said you were going to at all?"

"I made a deal. I tell you all about the house and how to get Frank Fertanelli and you let me go on a misdemeanor charges."

"We haven't to it yet, we still have to compare what she said to what you just told us."

"I just want to see her. I haven't been allowed to see her since she was brought back."

"Sorry but I can't do that."

"Why not? Please, I don't even care if she can see me or hear me or touch me I just need to see her."

"Fine, come with me."

She looks so tired, he thought. And why had they put her in an interrogation room? She had done nothing wrong, nothing wrong at all but everything wrong had happened to her.

"Has she been sleeping?" Adam asked Rachael's mother who was also in the room, along with two officers.

"No not at all."

He looked back through the glass; she looked sad too, depressed and withdrawn.

"She wakes up screaming for you." Gretchen, Rachael's mom, said.

"What?"

"She misses you. I don't understand why but she does."

"Does she talk to you about me?"

"She has tried, that's the only time she seems happy but I tell her not to say anything. I don't want to hear about what you did to her."

"I'm sorry I kidnapped her but I never hurt her."

"You've got her mentally hooked on you and physically cut up. How can you say you didn't hurt her?"

"It was my job, to make her mine. Not the stabbing part, I truly didn't know about that and would have done anything to stop it if I had."

"That's your excuse, that it was your job? What kind of excuse is that?"

"A bad one I know. I really wish I had met her differently, it would make everything so much easier."

"She told me that she loves you."

"And I love her."

Rachael looked up at the window, her face scrunched into a confused look. She turned to the officer in the room with her. Adam couldn't her ask the officer who was on the other side of the glass or the officer tell her who it was. But he did she her smile and walk to the window,

"Please let me talk to her." Adam begged the officers and her mother.

"Don't hurt her anymore please." Gretchen said as she nodded to the officers, who then went and opened the door to the room.

"Adam!" Rachael jumped into his arms, laughing and crying all while trying to say something to him.

"I love you Rachael." Adam pulled her tighter to him, her lips all over his neck. She moved her lips to his, locking them firmly with his. 

"Oh Adam, I missed you so much. I thought I wouldn't get to see you again."

"I know, I'm so sorry about everything."

He kissed her again, her hands gripping into his hair. She pulled away laughing and looked to her mom. "Mom this is Adam."

"We met." Gretchen said coldly. 

"Mom please. I know this is the strangest situation ever but I won't give him up."

"It's not like anything I say will make a difference."

"True." She turned back to Adam. "What's going to happen? I heard you made a deal?"

"I hope what I gave them was enough."

~~~

4 years later.

Trial after trial, court date after court date, and finally the day was here; what would they be sentenced to?

"Frank Fertanelli, Dominick Haslet, please stand."

The two stood along with their lawyers.

"I just have to say one thing before I give you my ruling. You two should be disgusted with yourselves. Selling women to make a profit is despicable. And to top that off we have found that you have murdered several women and employees, if I can call them that. That is why you two have been sentenced to the death penalty. You're being made an example of, I never wan to see this happening in this city again."

6 months later both Frank and Dominick died via lethal injection. The other men that had lived in the house were sentenced to different amounts of time, depending on the extent of their roles in the house and by how much had been found out about them. Ginger pleaded mental insanity due to being manipulated by Dominick for so long; she was sentenced to 10 years in a mental hospital. 

~~~

"Ryder! I know you're around here somewhere!" Rachael ran through the house, searching for the boy. "Ryder come on, we're going to be late!" 

"He's upstairs honey." Adam said as Rachael came into the kitchen searching for Ryder. 

"We can't be late. How did he get upstairs?" She asked as she fixed the tie on her husband's neck. He shrugged and pried her hands away. 

"It's fine Rachael. Go get him, I'll take care of the baby." Adam kissed her on the cheek as she headed back towards the stairs. "Mommy's stressed out isn't she munchkin?" He cooed to the 6 month old baby girl, named Summer, who sat in her car seat on the counter. The baby gurgled just gurgled back at him.

"Ryder? I know you're up here."

"I'm in here mommy."

Rachael followed his voice into her own bedroom, Ryder sat on the large bed that took up a lot of the space.

"Is something wrong honey?"

"I don't want to go."

"Ryder." Rachael sighed and joined him on the bed, scooping him up into her arms. She ran her hands over his brown hair and kissed his check. "I don't want to go either but Grammy can't take you until later and I have to go with daddy to court, so you have to tag along."

"But I don't like it there."

"I know. How about I promise ice cream after? Okay?"

"I guess. Are they going to take daddy away again?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I heard you and daddy talking about how he got taken away and then you were all sad. Are they going to do that again?"

"No, that was before you were even born, you don't need to worry about any of that."

"Okay."

"Now let's go before we're late."

"Mr. Creston I believe I am correct in saying that you have served you time in jail and that you have finished with the community service hours and followed your probation standards."

"Yes sir."

"I also hear you've gotten married?"

"Yes that also." Adam looked back to Rachael who sat with Ryder and Summer a few rows back from where he was standing before the judge.

"We were easy on you Mr. Creston. I don't want to see you back here again, for anything. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay then, all the legal details and forms will be sent to your lawyer and you'll just have to sign a few things and then you'll be free."

"Thank you again sir."

"Remember what I said."

"I bet you're glad your mother could take the kids huh?"

"Yes sir." Rachael said as she hung from the ceiling of the small apartment that Adam had bought just so they could have some fun every now and then.

He dragged the whip across her arms; he felt like throwing up as he saw the scars that still remained, etched into her skin from that horrible day.

Rachael hung her head down, she knew what he was looking at. She hated the scars herself. 

"Sorry."

"Don't be sir, they're not pleasant to look at."

"They're just...haunting." He shook the thoughts out of his head and quickly brought the whip down onto her right thigh. She screamed out, not noticing it coming. He brought it down again, this time on her left thigh; another small scream. He moved behind her and patted the whip lightly against her ass before smashing it down. She moaned and pushed herself higher on her toes. Again he hit her and she became more aroused. He stopped and gently rubbed the redness that was beginning to show. 

"Do you like this slut?"

"Very much sir."

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes sir."

He kissed her neck, eliciting more moans from her as she stretched her head back to meet him.

Pulling back he smacked her again and again. Her breathing becoming more and more rapid. 

"Quiet slut."

"Yes sir." She breathed.

"Does the slut want to cum?"

"Very badly sir. The slut really wants to cum."

"Well too bad, sluts don't get to cum before their masters do."

"Of course sir."

He reached up and released her from the ropes. He then attached a spreader bar to her ankles and made her kneel down in front of him. Then he tied her hands behind her back, if she leaned to much she would fall over and not be able to get back up without help. 

"Suck me." He demanded shoving his already hard cock in her face. She very willingly did so, sliding her mouth over the head as she tried to adjust herself so she didn't fall. She slid her mouth over his entire cock, licked his balls, then licked up and down before sinking back down on it. She continued her rhythm for a while, and then started to speed up. He thrust into her mouth, careful to not choke her, but not careful enough to let that get in the way of his pleasure. 

"Stop." She pulled her mouth off of him and looked up him, her eyes begging for more. "You're such a whore, aren't you? All you want is my cock?"

"I am a whore sir and I want your cock so badly."

"Stand up."

"I can't sir."

"Then you don't get my cock."

She struggled for a while trying to right herself but nothing worked. She finally stopped and admitted defeat as he stood above her and waited.

"I can't do it sir."

He grabbed her by her hair, she groaned at the pain, and stood her up on her feet. She wobbled for a moment before regaining her balance. 

"Next time I won't be so nice."

"Understood sir."

He unhooked the spreader bar and walked her over to a table against the wall. He leaned her over it and put the spreader bar back on. He retied her hands so that they were tied to the table. 

He rubbed his fingers along her pussy, she was soaking wet. "Enjoying this?"

"Very much sir."

His hands went to her mouth and she opened up to allow his fingers in. She licked her juices off his fingers as she looked up into his eyes. The harshness was gone and she saw the loving look that he always gave her. She smiled momentarily, hoping he wouldn't punish her for it; which he didn't. He moved back around her and placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

"Beg for it."

"Sir please give me your cock, fuck me till you cum and don't want my willing cunt anymore."

He slid into her, her pussy still as tight at ever around him. 

He didn't bother starting out slow, he pounded into her; his hands gripped her hips as she slid on the table.

"Sir, oh god I have to cum!" She cried, her hands gripping the legs of the table. "Please let me cum sir. I need to cum!"

"Not yet."

She groaned and laid her head back down on the table and closed her eyes.

He grunted as he continued pummeling into her, she ground back at him. He tortured her even more by moving his fingers to her clit. 

"Sir!" She twitched against him, barely able to contain herself. "Please, please, please!" She begged. His hand continued rubbing her clit, his cock pounded into her, and his other hand went to squeeze her nipples. 

"Please." Her voice was barely above a whisper. 

He leaned down and nibbled on her ear before whispering: "Amant." 

She let out a low growl as her orgasm washed over her. Intense and forceful, her body shook; her cunt gripping his cock and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He exploded inside of her, pumping his hot cum into her pussy. This only furthered her orgasm and even after he had pulled out she was still shaking. 

He removed the spreader bar and the ties and she stood up uneasily. 

"That was a good one wasn't it?"

"Oh god did I need that. Thank you sir." She stood up as tall as she could to try and reach him for a kiss. Instead he lifted her up and put her on the table. Their lips locked, bodies pressed together; completely ready for another round...



Captured Ch. 03



Ch. 3 - Reward and Denial

There was a brush against my lips, while the feel was unusual I was already becoming conditioned. I opened my lips automatically around the foreign object. I was shocked to find it was a straw, and for only a fleeting moment I thought to turn away; but, I suppose there was some thought that one way or another this would solve at least one problem. If he wanted rid of me, then it was the escape, however permanent, that I had begged for. If he didn't want rid of me, then it was just... after care? I tasted the cool water on my lips, and drank it down greedily. The coldness soothed my scream raw throat.

I heard his steps moving away. I tried to picture what was happening next, what new torture he had devised. My mind refused to cooperate. In some respect, I suppose it was better to not know. As the soft steps returned, I am sure he felt my flinch away from his touch. The soft washcloth trailed over sweat-slicked skin. His touch was surprisingly gentle as it caressed over my too sensitive holes. My icy blue gaze narrowed in equal parts confusion and suspicion. I trampled any glimmer of hope; I did not look on this as the potential for being set free.

The cloth must have been set aside now, a new piece of material in his hands. The thick piece was wrapped over my eyes. I was already unable to see anything... why was the blindfold needed? I cried out low, I could not help it, as he released the clips securing my slender ankles to my wrists. The muscles were tight under the strain they had been in. His strong grip massaged first along one and then the other, bringing the blood flow back to abused flesh. For a few moments there, I am not sure which is worse, the pins and needles sensation was overwhelming.

There was a small sound of what had to be a winch of sorts, because I seemed to be lowered, first my toes touching the floor and then the rest of my feet, until I could support myself. He repeated the process with my arms. Some part of my mind was screaming at me to fight back, now that I had been "released" The rest of me was already bent under the spell he was weaving. I meekly stood there instead. I lied to myself, convincing myself the time was not right; I did not know where I was, the dark was too consuming, I had no clothes... the excuses were numerous; for now they eased what was left of my conscience.

His broad hand covered my lower back, the pressure increasing until I took a step. Another hand closed on my shoulder, guiding me. I had to trust him. Shaking my head slightly, I am sure, once again... that was folly. I was trusting the man that had drugged me, kidnapped me, raped me, whipped me. I kept telling myself I had no choice. I kept trying to reassure myself I was just waiting for the right chance.

I heard a small click, and a pale light just edged around the blindfold. I could not help it; I reached for the cloth. His hand stilled me. His voice was low in my ear, too low to give any chance of recognition. "Count to 30 first, remove the blind, eat the meal slowly, and shower. When you are done with the shower, you will have one minute to dry and replace the blind before I return." I nodded slightly to acknowledge; I did not trust my voice at all. There was no need of threat from him for non-compliance; he seemed to have already known that.

I counted slowly, not wanting to bring about trouble for rushing. Blinking a bit, it only took a short bit to acclimate to the soft light. There were small bite-sized pieces of fruit, cheese, and breads; along with another glass of iced water. I saw no utensils, but, then I had not really expected them. I did rush through the meal; I know the last meal I had; but, I had no way of knowing how long ago that was. The shower was beckoning. 

I adjusted the taps, and stepped beneath the hot spray. Letting it course over me for a few moments was heavenly. After washing and rinsing my hair with the scents of rosemary and mint, I lathered up the small sponge with the same wafting scents. I tried not to wince at the brushing of suds over my tendered skin. I knew I had dallied a bit under the soothing spray, and finally rushed through the last of the rinsing. I pondered leaving the water running as I dried off. To give me a few moments more to gather myself. I knew somehow though, that he watched me still, even alone in the room; I felt his presence. 

Turning off the water, I quickly reached for the towel, drying off in what seemed only seconds. He had not said to do so, but, as I reached for the blindfold, I turned away from the door. My breath quickened as the light disappeared beneath the cloth. I remained motionless even as I heard the door open. His body stepped up close behind mine. I felt just the brush of a kiss upon the top of my head, the whisper of his voice... "very good". I denied the rush of warmth at his words. 

He took the towel from my clenched fingers. Leading me from the room, we seemed to cross the room once more to where it had began. But, I had no real way of knowing. I almost fought then, my body stiffening as he leaned me over the table. I heard the soft murmurs of comfort. I did not want to give in. His touch became more insistent. I relented of course, what choice did I have? 

He did not put any binds on me this time. He removed the blindfold, although I still remained in darkness. I felt his strong hands gliding over my skin. He must have covered them in some sort of lotion or oil. The fragrance of it wafted over my senses. His touch was sure. I felt myself relaxing against my better judgment. I suppose I must have fallen asleep. His hand shook me gently, urging me to roll over. I hesitated some, and his touch became more insistent. I gave in, of course, what else was I to do? The massage continued once more. The touch intimate and impersonal all at once. I was sure I was blushing.

My confusion was only growing. The questions in my mind increased. From his harshness to this gentleness... was it even the same person. How could there be such difference. I almost thought to beg him to let me go; thinking perhaps it was a new person. That perhaps he was also a captive and that between us, we could escape. Just as I was sure he would stop, step away, and leave me in the pool of jelly I had become with his ministrations; the touch changed.

His long fingers grazing over bared folds. The flesh tender already, only seemed to become sensitive. His knowing fingers just grazing the edges. My fingers gripped the edges of the padded table to keep from reaching for him; whether to push him away, or push his hand closer to my core... I would not be able to answer. I felt his warm breath a moment before his tongue laved over one nipple. The initially gentle suckling became more insistent as my breath quickened. His palm pressing against my clit as a single thick digit slid between slicked folds. 

I bit back a small cry. I did not want to respond. I did not want to give in. But, I could not help it. It was not as if I could hide the sudden slickness as his finger claimed my silken walls. His teeth nipping the darkened tip, tugging the beaded flesh. My grip was surely white-knuckled by now. The sounds threatening to escape were muffled as I put all my effort in trying to pull away, even if to my rational thoughts it was feeble at best.

A second digit was added to the first, I could feel them curving to brush over the spot that had been elusive to any before you. My teeth nipping harder upon full lower lip, it was becoming almost impossible to hold back sounds and reactions as his mouth closed over the momentarily neglected nipple. Giving it the same brutally-sweet treatment as the first. I felt my hips curling toward his thrusting fingers; felt my body nearing the edge. I did not care how or why I was there in that moment, only that he sent me flying once more. 

And then as if it had only been my imagination, he straightened and withdrew his fingers. Patting my lust-swollen folds with a feather light touch; he resumed the tender massage as if it had never stopped. I imagined his smirk at my small whimper of protest. It was an endless vicious cycle. For all I knew it could have been hours or minutes that he continued this sweet torture. I lost count after the fourth time he took me to the edge. I was sure that I had held out a time or two after that, surely I did.

But, it was impossible to hold out any longer. I did not care how weak it made me, did not care what anyone would think if they knew. But, the moment the massage ended, and his fingers lightly caressed my throbbing folds, I begged. I could not have repeated the words, for all I knew it was unintelligible; but I could not take another round. I begged to be allowed to cum, begged him to let me cum for him. I think I even begged for him to fuck me; if only to be allowed to cum.

He reached for a release on the table, I heard the restraints before I felt them close over my ankles as he moved my legs wide. I felt the caress of his calloused fingers securing my wrists, and then my waist. My breath was held in anticipation. I needed this orgasm more than my next breath, it seemed. So attuned to him, I knew as he stepped between my thighs. I heard the sound of a zipper being drug downward. I heard the sound of his hand stroking along his thick hard length.

I begged for it. I begged for him to fill me. But instead of stepping closer, instead of filling that void in me, I heard his hand sliding quicker. I heard his quick panted breath. I heard the small growl of pleasure, before I felt the heat of his cum spurting out over my body. The thick cream landing on my belly, and over my pussy; marking me in his cum. One hand reaching out, and rubbing it into my flesh as thoroughly as the massage oil from before. 

I begged for his touch. I promised to be good. In that moment I would have promised anything. I heard his steps approaching the top of the table. I felt his head against my face. My lips opened instinctively as his hips thrust forward, thrusting his still semi-hard length between my lips. I tasted the oil, tasted the last traces of his cum. As he pulled back, he murmured something about me being good... and to sleep... for now.



Captured Ch. 03



Katherine van der Poole woke up just before dawn. The sky was still dark, with the faintest tinges of gold along the horizon. Her wrists were chafed and bleeding from the ropes binding her. Her mouth was dry, her lips swollen and cracked. Her cunt was sore and damp and aching. Her entire body felt bruised.

The heat had woken her. Not from the sun or the fire, but from the heavy weight of the bear-sized man spread across her lower half, his head resting just below the bruised, bitten curves of her breasts. He had one rough hand wrapped around her thigh; the other curved beneath her back. In sleep, Killian Canavan was a less fearsome creature: the sharp lines of his face were softened and those murderous green eyes of his were hidden.

Katherine tried to wriggle out from underneath him, but she was tied too tightly to do more than twitch her shoulders. Killian's hands suddenly turned to steel and his eyes flew open. For one brief, strange second, something like embarrassment flew across his face. Before Katherine could register this, he had his usual pirate grin on, devilish and smirking and dark. "Morning, princess." 

"Please, may I have some water?" Katherine croaked. 

Killian rolled his eyes. "Always so demanding." He grinned a little. His hair was mussed and his cheeks were rough with stubble, making him look more boyishly handsome than fiercely so. Katherine refused to smile back. 

"Ask nicely, little one." 

"Please, may I have some water?" Katherine repeated, stony-faced. Her voice cracked on the last word. 

"That's not what I meant," Killian chided. He untied her wrists, leaving her secured to the bed by her ankles. "Come, ask nicely." 

Katherine considered refusing, turning her nose up haughtily and bearing her thirst in silence. But what would she gain from that? Pride, perhaps, but how much did she really have left after last night? If she played along with his games, maybe she'd be able to convince him to let her go. Maybe he'd let his guard down and let her escape. Blushing with the memories of the night before heavy on her soul, Katherine fixed her features into an innocent, smiling mask. She looked up at her captor through her veil of feather-duster eyelashes, letting her silver irises sparkle in a way that had captured hearts less enamored than Killian's. Carefully, she pulled herself onto her knees and crawled the few inches to where he sat. She pulled herself into his lap, locking her delicate hands behind his neck, her fingers twisted into his hair. 

Killian groaned, a soft rumble deep in his chest, as she began to drop little feather-soft kisses under his jaw and down the strong line of his throat. Her warm, silky tongue darted out to taste his skin at the base of his neck, his collarbones, the top of his chest. She looked up at him with shiny, shiny silver eyes. "Please, sir," she murmured sweetly, "may I have a drink of water?" 

"Better," Killian grunted, pushing her off his lap and filling a mug at the sink. Katherine put her hands out expectantly. "Hands down, little one." 

He took a long drink, swallowing loudly, laughing at the pout that sprang to his captive's pretty lips. He wanted those lips on his so badly. He wanted her kiss, a real kiss—not just her submission, and not her manipulation. It irked him, somewhere deep in his ribcage, that she managed to be so defiant in her passivism. 

"Come here, princess." 

Katherine struggled against her bonds to come as close as possible. He stroked her milky cheek with his thumb, leaving a smudge on her fair skin. She was so lovely. In the almost-light of the early dawn, she seemed to capture every fragment of light in the room. Her skin glowed as if instead of cells, she was made of microscopic diamonds and bits of starlight. Her hair was rumpled and her lips were still cherry-colored from kissing. Her naked body was covered with marks he had made, and this brought a dark, furious joy to him. There were indigo and lilac bruises spread like dark kisses on her neck, arms, and hips, hickeys on her chest and shoulders, a bitemark just above one of her pert pink nipples. His cock was already hard for her—he was always, always hard for her—but he had the patience of a saint. (Ironic, that. Sinners can outlast saints with their patience.) 

Katherine was looking up at him still, all eyelashes and cheekbones. He filled his mouth with cool water and bent down to her, grasping her chin to tilt her face to his. He pressed his lips to hers and let the liquid run from his mouth to hers. She gasped, swallowing as quickly as she could, reveling in the crisp wetness. In her haste she caught his lower lip in hers, sucking it hard by mistake. Killian's cock lurched in his pants. 

"More water?" he asked coolly. 

"Please," Katherine begged. 

"Persuade me," he offered. She leaned out and kissed the hard muscles of his stomach, tracing the lines of his taut, bulging hip muscles with one soft hand. Her lips were damp and cool from the drink; her hands were like butterflies, so gentle, so soft. She looked up at him as if to ask, Are you persuaded? He shook his head. 

"Please," Katherine said again. 

"Persuade me," Killian repeated, grinning. 

"How?" 

Killian took her hand and ran it over the hard, sheathed length of his cock. "I'm sure you can think of something." 

Katherine shook her head. 

Killian growled deep in her throat. "The offer is about to expire, child. If you want water before tomorrow...." 

Katherine looked mildly sulky before reaching to unbutton his pants. As his cock sprung free, her mouth dropped open, her eyes bright and full of wonder. Killian never tired of seeing that expression on her face. She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss right on the head of his throbbing cock, making it twitch and jump. She tightened her hands around the hot, steely shaft, her tongue drawing circles and spirals and figure-eights on the tip. Killian closed his eyes for a second and groaned blissfully. His hands traced over her shoulders to her tits; he pinched her nipples roughly, making her squeak, as she slid her mouth down farther. 

"Look at me," he ordered; obediently, she turned her eyes up to his. He had never seen anything sexier than those big innocent eyes and those plump pink lips stretched wide around a big mouthful of cock. He pulled her hair back from her face and wrapped it a few times around his palm. 

"Go faster," he told her. She began to bob timidly up and down his cock as he used her hair to guide her. "Deeper, deeper," he urged. 

She tried; gagging, she pulled back. "No, I can't," she protested, choking.

"Don't you say no to me," he hissed, throwing her down on her back and positioning himself over his face. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Katherine tried—too little, too late. Killian jammed his entire cock down her throat, inch by inch, until her lips were pressed against his balls. He could actually see the bulge of his cock in her silky white throat. Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes down into her hair. Every time she gagged, her throat constricted around his cock, squeezing him deliciously. God, but she was perfect. 

He pulled out to let her draw breath before burying his cock in her mouth once again. He fucked her little mouth hard, leaving her gasping and coughing and crying. Her nails left marks in his thighs as she tried to push him away; every time she struggled, he fucked her a little harder. At last she was still, her hands clasped together at her stomach. 

"Lick my balls, princess," he gasped out. She shook her head once; immediately, he pressed a hand against her throat, cutting off whatever meager supply of air she'd been getting. "Don't. You ever. Say no. To me," he panted furiously as her skin reddened and her eyes widened in fear. Panicked, she began to lick his balls, lapping like a kitten. He laughed, and slapped each of her tits hard, making them bounce. Her little pink nipples stiffened. Red handprints began to show up on her pale skin. "Don't say no to me," he said again, pulling his cock out of her throat just in time for him to spurt sticky white cum across her lips and tongue. 

She was gasping for breath, a teary, shivering mess. He was still angry. Who was she to refuse him? Didn't she understand that her life was in his hands, that she belonged to him? Still, he had a strange fondness for that heart-shaped little face, those wide limpid eyes, that sweet little body. If she were anyone else, he might kill her. At the very least, he'd certainly beat her bloody. As it was.... 

"Lie down over my lap," he ordered. "I'm going to spank you: nine times, three for each time you made me discipline you. Okay?" 

Frowning and quivering, she obeyed. He could feel her heart throbbing against his knees and the silky bottoms of her breasts. Her tight, perfect ass was deliciously exposed, such taut, bouncy, elastic globes he wanted to bend down and bite them. Instead, he ran his strong hands along her glossy skin, making her shiver. Without warning, he cracked a hand down on the left side of her perky ass, watching her muscles ripple and shiver. She cried out, surprised and pained and angry. He hit her again, on her other ass cheek. Her skin grew warm and rosy under his touch; the sight made his cock quiver, pre-cum gathering at the throbbing tip. 

Two more smacks, then four. Katherine was shaking, squirming, a delightful little mess over his legs. Killian grinned. "Beg for your last three, little one.," he ordered. "Beg me." 

By this time, Katherine knew better than to argue, "Please, please, spank me," she whimpered through clenched teeth. "Punish me. Please." 

Killian delivered a ringing slap to each of her red, bruised little ass cheeks. His final spank landed directly on her cunt, making her cry out. Her pussy lips were rosy and plump and enticingly juicy. Mmm. Killian wanted that. 

He tossed Katherine off his lap, face down among the quilts and pillows and threw his trousers to the floor. He drew his swollen cock over Katherine's sore ass, leaving shiny, salty trails of his pre-cum across her skin. 

The bulging mushroom head of his massive cock pushed against her tight, trembling opening, clenching against his sex. "Relax, angel," he crooned to her, grabbing big handfuls of her perfect ass with each of his hands. Her skin was hot from the spanking; he could feel her vibrating under his fingers as he plowed into her. His hips slapped against her bruised little butt with each thrust; his cock was glistening, practically dripping, with her sweet juices. She was desperately needy for him, he could feel it, and it turned him on immensely. 

Killian grabbed Katherine's thin little waist and flipped her over, pushing her legs up over head. This offered him an incredible view of her creamy thighs, sloppy wet cunt, tender ass cheeks, and even the cute pink star between those perfect cheeks. The sight was enough to make him want to blow his load all over her. Instead, he grabbed her ankles and drove his cock deep into her cunt. Her eyes were wide, wide, wide pools of silver; he knew his cock was even deeper than usual. She moaned sexily, biting her lower lip hard between her teeth. 

"That's right, baby, come for me," he urged, slowly increasing his pace. He rubbed one of his thumbs over her swollen clit; on cue, she dissolved into a screaming, trembling mess of orgasmic bliss in his arms. 

"Good girl, good girl," he grunted, showering her tits with cum. She was looking up at him like he was a god, like he had saved her life, like she loved him. Uh-oh. He'd fucked the fear right out of her. He'd have to do something about that. 

"Don't get too comfortable," he growled, grabbing her hands and putting them over her cum-coated tits. "Clean those up," he ordered. When she looked puzzled, he jerked her sticky fingers up to her mouth. "Suck," he commanded, pushing her thumb between her rosy lips. 

Killian began to gently stroke his cock, watching Katherine lick his cum off her pretty, pale fingers. By the time she was done, his cock was plenty hard again. Rough this time, he instructed himself. For you, not for her. 

He positioned himself between her legs, reaching up to grab her tits roughly. He pinched her nipples hard enough to make her squeak, rolling and teasing them between his fingers until they were hard as pebbles against his skin. He pulled those hard, pretty pink nipples until her tits were stretched far up off her body. 

"Ouch! Ah!" Katherine cried out, trying to push his hands away. He twisted her nipples back and forth until there were tears in her eyes. He finally let go, leaving her nipples strawberry red and tingling. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on the row of semi-washed cloths hanging over the stove. He strode to that side of the room and brought back two clothespins. 

Katherine's eyes were wide and frightened. "What are you going to do with those? You're not... surely...?" 

Killian licked each of her nipples, satisfied by their agonized heat against his cool tongue. He carefully fastened a clothespin to each of Katherine's sore nipples. She looked incredibly wanton like that, her breasts stretched and bruised and rosy. It made him want her more than ever. 

He positioned his cock between her legs, ready to fuck the little princess's brains out. 

"Wait! Please, I'm sore," Katherine begged, covering her swollen pussy lips with a trembling hand. 

Killian thought of her earlier, legs over her head, completely exposed to him, and a thought sprang to his mind. "As you wish, little one," he grinned wickedly. He flipped her on to her stomach, pleased to see the perfect handprints looking even darker red against her white skin. He spread her ass cheeks, getting a good look at the perfect virgin hole between them. 

"No, please, no!" Katherine gasped out, understanding what he planned do to. 

"I'm tired of your arguing," Killian tossed off casually, his tone flat and bored, throwing horror into Katherine's heart. His hands still full of the firm flesh of her ass, he bent down and bit her left cheek, leaving a white circle of teeth marks. He carefully licked over the bite, then licked down the length of her ass. 

Pulling her ass cheeks farther apart, far enough to make her little asshole twitch once, he bent down and ran his tongue over the tight, puckered skin, pushing his tongue slightly inside her ass. Katherine was squirming, fighting, trying hopelessly to twist away. It was ridiculously easy to push her back down among the pillows. He pushed his wide, rough thumb into her ass, feeling it clench hard around him. Mmm. His cock jumped, eager to ruin that perfect pink star. 

"Don't!" Katherine screamed, panic bleeding into her voice. Her voice, so defiant, was all the urging Killian needed; it was proof that she still wasn't obedient, still didn't understand that he owned her. He spit into his palm and rubbed it over the length of his eager, eager cock. He positioned the head at her asshole, pushing just enough to feel the resistance of her little virgin ass. 

God, this was going to be good. He reached under her body and squeezed the clothespins still pinching her nipples. She gasped and he pushed the head of his cock into her ass. So tight. So hot. So perfect. 

Inch by inch, he eased his way into the hot, twitching tunnel of her ass, running his hands over her shoulder blades, her waist, her trembling ass cheeks. Katherine was crying, tears running down her cheeks into the pillow. 

Finally, his cock was all the way inside her ass, his balls pressed against her cheeks. In one smooth motion, he pulled all the way out of her and pulled her ass apart. Her twitching pink hole was contracting furiously and stretched to about the size of a dime; god, that was hot. He spit down onto her ass and rubbed the spit into her ass with his thumb. He pushed his index finger down into her ass, then added his middle finger, and finally a third. He twisted his fingers in slow, easy circles, stretching out those tight, tight muscles. Katherine whimpered. 

He jerked his fingers out again, revealing a slightly more stretched little hole. Mmm. He was going to tear her apart. She was never going to forget this, never going to forget again that she belonged to him. He drove his cock down into her body, faster this time, and began to fuck her in earnest. She screamed and screamed, finally collapsing into a silent, teary mess. 

He pulled out to cum over her sore little ass cheeks, spreading them wide to see her deflowered little asshole twitch and gape. He tied her hands and ankles and left her like that, facedown, fucked, and crying, his cum still sticky on her skin.



Captured Ch. 04



Sabine wondered how long she had been there, in this room, in this fortress. She had tried to sleep, thinking if she slept the time would pass more quickly, and she would become strong enough to find a way out, find a way to escape. She decided that the way she had tried to fight Lord Talos before was an error on her part, she was vulnerable here, and she definitely couldn’t outmatch his brute strength, she would have to wait, until the right opportunity presented itself.

The dull ache in her head from when she had first been abducted had finally eased, but her body was achy still. As she lay under the sheets she could feel his hands on her body, as if his fingers had left an everlasting mark. She noticed more light in the room, the curtains were drawn open and it was day again, or was it still the same day? She wasn’t sure. She wrapped the thin sheet around her bared body and held her tender breasts close for support, even slight movement in them caused a throbbing soreness, and at the same time caused her peach nipples to become scandalously firm. Looking out she realized she was high enough into the fortress so that no one could see her through the window, and she recognized the rocky cliffs in the distance, behind the green valley. She knew where she was. She remembered being here once before. She had only been a child then, with her family she had come to this fortress to visit her father’s friend, Lord Hamier, but then, Hamier was Talos’s father. She hadn’t thought of that before, but the resemblance now was uncanny, they were both cold men.

She turned into the room, she had not had a very good look at it before, and the first thing she did was go to the door, checking to see it was locked. Of course it was, and as she looked around for weapons she found a bathing area and food that had been left for her. She disregarded both, her mind set on finding something to use as a weapon, but amusingly it seemed Talos had been sure to remove all sharp objects from the room, he had even taken the liberty of bolting the heavy candleholders in place. It seemed he had been prepared for her, which was somewhat of a surprise.

When she realized there was nothing she could use as a weapon her knees began to feel shaky, and the dull sense of exhaustion came over her again. She went back to the food and drink. She had some water, but she refused to eat, not trusting any food he had left for her. Holding the sheet close she could smell his musky scent, she reluctantly took it in for a few moments before she realized that she was growing damp between her legs again. She suddenly felt dirty and dropped the sheet to step into the bath. She needed to be clean again. She dipped her head under and surface, reaching for the soap and she began to spread it over her body, cleansing her sensitive breasts and her thighs, and she dared to admit she was enjoying the soft touch her own hands brought, and in her delight she momentarily forgot where she was. She had never enjoyed a bath this much before, and as much as she fought it she couldn’t help touching herself, teasing her own breasts. Was this more of the wickedness Talos had brought upon her? She wasn’t sure she cared, and then she stopped as she heard the gut wrenching sound of a door, the clicking as it opened. She immediately glared towards the locked door but it hadn’t moved. She decided it must have been a noise in the hall and continued to wash.

What Sabine didn’t see was the second door in the room; the one she had assumed was a closet, when in fact the second locked door lead to a second chamber, a second bedroom. Talos had made certain to place her prison near his bed, and Sabine did not suspect a thing until she felt the strong warm hands move over her wet shoulders. She flinched, demanding to look back but his firm hold pinched her shoulders, refusing to let her move until she grew calm under his hands. He carefully began to massage her shoulders, pushing her forward as he took the soap from her hand and washed her back, and then moved the bar teasingly over her breasts. She took in a breath, trying terribly not to squirm too much. She felt relieved when he put the soap down, but then he leaned forward, dipping his hands into the water and bringing them back over her, down her neck, cupping her breasts to wash away the soap. She felt his breath on her, sending chills down her sides.

When his hands finally left her she tried to turn around again, she wanted to face him, not trusting him one moment with her back to him, but he gently turned her head back and she felt him gathering her hair, and then the stakes of a comb as he carefully brushed the long tassels, careful not to harm the sensitive cut in her hairline. What kind of man was he? Brushing her hair? Bathing her? After his barbaric assault on her body she felt confused, because now he was acting like a maid. She decided for now not to struggle with him, she wasn’t strong enough yet. So even as he pinned her hair back and lifted both her arms, holding them with one of his large hands behind her head, she didn’t fight him. He had already seen every intimate part of her, what was there to fight now.

He took in a deep breath, aroused by the form of her breasts being stretched as he held her arms. He brought his bare chest closer to her shoulders as he pulled her against the edge of the bath. He might have come in after her, but now that he had her in such a provocative position removing the silk pants he wore hardly seemed worth the effort.

She wasn’t fighting him, he could feel her submission but he almost wished she would struggle. She had probably determined her struggling only aroused him, his clever Sabine, well, at least he knew he wouldn’t let her go that easily. If she actually thought he might get bored with her, well, he would show her. He moved gently with his free hand, down her neckline to where he rolled her nipples in his fingers, bringing his mouth to her ear, kissing her softly until she began to twitch with the chills. He sucked in her smooth neck, suckling more aggressively, but still made certain not to leave any resentful marks on her skin that he so loved to look at. He heard a soft gasp escape her as he left her breasts and moved down, forcing his hand between her clenched thighs and moving his finger to rub through the crease of her pussy.

“Open to me.” He whispered, pushing his touch deeper, causing her to squirm. 

She closed her eyes, unable to fight her body as he molested her private place beneath the surface of the water, and the feeling of his mouth hungrily kissing her neck. Her back began to arch again, trying to fight the sheer bliss betraying her between her thighs. She felt her nipples growing tighter and he wasn’t even touching them, they had grown erect like small stakes coming from her cylinder rounds. She bit her lip, refusing to cry out in approval to him, she couldn’t approve this, there was no way, and yet she almost desired his touch to go deeper. She bit her lip harder, trying to cause her own pain, wanting to block out all the sensation, she was fighting again, just the way he liked it, and how could she have known he sensed the hostility in her? That it was profusely arousing him? 

“Am I the only man who has touched you here?” He asked, rounding the gate of her opening pussy with more aggression.

Oh god, she thought, he was asking these terrible questions again, and yet she couldn’t help but answer.

“Yes.” She mumbled.

“Do you like when I touch you here? Tell me you like it Sabine.”

“No.” She gritted her teeth, feeling helpless as he pulled her arms further, arching her and bringing her pussy into his hand, sliding a poking finger further, causing her to tremble again.

“Don’t lie to me Sabine.” He stated, “Tell me you like this, tell me how much you love it when I do this, tell me you want it.”

She gasped as he pushed a second finger inside of her chasm, kissing her low on the neck.

“Tell me.” He demanded in his calm voice, “Tell me Sabine.”

“Yes.” She whispered, fighting tears over the admission that hurt her pride.

“Yes.” He repeated, “Say it feels good.”

“It’s good.” She choked.

Talos smiled, using his chin to demand her face where his exploring tongue sought out her lips and he aggressively tasted her mouth, suckling her tongue until he heard the soft moans. He released her mouth and rested the bare side of his face against hers, feeling her lean into him as he pushed his third finger into her pussy, feeling as it grew with unmanageable heat.

“Tell me the truth.” He demanded, “Do you ever touch yourself here Sabine?”

Her eyes snapped open at his question, his demanding to know of the most intimate, personal moments of her life. How could he? She was horrified as she felt herself struggling again, but he tightly clenched her thin wrists. What kind of horrible man would do this?

“Tell me.” He demanded, “Tell me how you touch yourself, is it late at night, when your tucked away alone in your bed? Tell me the truth.”

Sabine knew that sometimes she had done such an act, curious about the mild sensations, but it had never been anything like this, not like the way he touched her.

“Tell me Sabine, tell me now.”

“Yes.” She whispered, not knowing how to say anymore. She wondered how she could have admitted it, how she could have given him the satisfaction.

“Show me.” He whispered against her ear.

“No.” She stated, without hesitation, that she could never do, she didn’t care what happened, but he was already leading one of her hands from where he held them, down between her legs and he guided her fingers with his, against the slickness of her pussy.

“Show me.” He whispered.

She was immediately struggling, pulling her hand away, but he held her there, pressing her small fingers between her own thighs, guiding them with his own. She was shocked by the way she felt, her own touch, soft inside her, and her body’s recent awakening brought her to feel it as she never had before. Suddenly he wasn’t even there, it was as if Talos being there, holding her, touching her, she had completely blocked him out as she explored the chasm between her loins, understanding what her body wanted, until now she had not realized she could inflict her own orgasm as she allowed herself soft cries under the pleasure. His voice seemed to bring her back to reality, making her shy again, but she couldn’t stop, not now.

“Good girl.” He coaxed against her ear, loosening his grip on her restrained arm, bringing it down to meet her center, and with his hands placed over hers he followed them to the smooth peak of her pussy, guiding her to touch herself until she found the emerging clit.

Talos felt the feverish warmth of her flesh, enjoying the way her body flushed while she learned it, and then she was moving on her own and he came to realize she had seemed to forget about him, why else would she be so openly carrying on with her adventure directly in his presence. He would not let her forget him. He ran his hands back up her arms; she would not neglect to stimulate her needful pussy now. 

He held her fragile neck for a moment, feeling her racing pulse under her dampened skin, and then ran down her chest, circling her pointed nipples. Unexpectedly, she moved her soft cheek against his chin, she knew he was there, she was unsure if she wanted him there, but she knew, and the sensation of her leaning against him was pleasing enough. 

He guided her with his chin, seeking out the sweet taste of her mouth until he was kissing her. Sabine allowed her head so fall back, feeling the sole domination of his kiss, feeling her slender fingers between her heated thighs and the careful attention his hands gave her heaving breasts. She let out a soft moan and Talos became more aroused now. He found himself pulling her up, sliding her slippery body from it’s bath and onto his lap where Sabine was suddenly awake again, removing her hands from her sacred place, but he quickly guided her weary fingers back, encouraging her to continue. His visible eye was gazing into hers so intently, she felt fearful for a moment, remembering what was happening, his previous raid on her body, but then he was kissing her again, giving her no time to dwell in her uncertainties. 

She could feel the hard organ under his silk, pressing into her back and she wondered if she would be forced to tolerate it again, the thought only made her loose any concentration she had. As Talos felt her growing tense in his arms he quickly pulled her up, turning her to straddle his lap and before she knew what was happening he had moved two fingers into her wet female member, knowing right where to go to make her knees weak, and she was forced to grab his strong shoulders to keep her balance. He was entirely excited, his breathing as heavy as hers, and the feeling pulsating through her loins left room for little struggle, even as she felt his wandering hand cup her buttocks, tracing it’s line until he found the tiny hole, she felt him touch it, but could do little, helplessly mounted over his wicked hand, and then he pushed his finger inside, feeling the tightness of her rectum and Sabine gasped, awed over the way it felt, sending her pleasure to a newer level and in her sudden submission she vulnerably arched her breasts towards him, giving him incentive to take her staked nipples into his mouth, suckling as he wished, and relentlessly torturing her with the crazed gratification he poured over her. 

Sabine screamed in rapture as her body climaxed and he caught her weak body in his arms as she fell forward, gently guiding her to lie before him on the floor, shaking in the swells of her orgasm. She stared blankly up at him and watched the cruel smile curve over his cold face, that bastard. 

He left her without another word as she watched him disappear through the secret door in the room, and she heard the sound of the clicking lock. She hated him, god did she hate him.



Captured Ch. 04



Miriam stirred sleepily, wiggling deeper in the rumpled white sheets. The gentle rocking of the boat did little to rouse her from the depths of slumber, lulling her on a plane of contentment. She rubbed her cheek over muscled warmth, luxuriating in the feel of it pressed against her front. 

She felt protected, safe. Miriam stilled. She lay on her side nestled against a hard, tanned chest, her hand resting on a very male hip. Her head was cushioned by his arm, his thigh between hers. Fingers rested inches below her breast. Her lashes rose, her sky blue eyes locking with devilish green ones. Oh. 

"My sleepy mermaid awakes."

She couldn't hold back the blush at those husky words. He must have come to bed after she had fallen asleep. Turning in his arms, she struggled to sit up on the narrow bed and presented him with her back. Her hand ran reassuringly over her linen chemise.  

Tanned fingers caught a ribbon of silvery blonde hair that had escaped her long braid. A quick glance over her shoulder discovered him lying on his back, one arm propped beneath his head. The sheet rested low over his hips, revealing a sinful expanse of ridged flesh. Finding her eyes traveling down a curious path of hair over his belly, she swiftly tore them away and turned back to face the cabin. Was he naked beneath?

"Would you like to kiss me?"

Her eyes widened at his scandalous proposal. "No!" 

"Would you like me to kiss you, then?"

Yes. "No!" Oh, her mother would be so mad if she discovered Miriam's unladylike thoughts. It was bad enough that she was forced to share a cabin and a bed with a pirate until he delivered her to her fiancé. It was worse than bad that she had invited him to kiss her, and ever since wanted to repeat the delicious experience. And he seemed to know it. 

Miriam sat there indecisively with his leg pressed against her hip. She could stay abed with him, or dress in his presence. Neither option appealed to her sensibilities. Just then exploring fingers traced down her back, making her tingle. She slid from the bed like a jack-in-the box just before the fingers caressed her bottom. 

She turned scandalous eyes on him. He merely smiled. She spun about and crossed to her chest of clothing he had brought to their cabin last eve.

They should have arrived in port during the night, and Miriam was eager to be on dry land and put some space between herself and Devlin's lips. Cooped up in his cabin with nothing to distract her thoughts was doing crazy things to her sense of inner peace. 

She drew a simple day gown of rose pink brocade from the chest, before gazing at Devlin over her shoulder. As if sensing her silent plea, he threw his arm over his eyes with a sigh. She turned and drew her chemise over her head and quickly folded it. Slipping on a fresh chemise, she then hopped into her gown. Finding stockings, garters and slippers, she sat on the closed lid of the chest. Propping first one leg, then the other, on the desk chair, she rolled up her stockings and slid her garters in place. Rising, she slid her feet into her fine pink leather slippers. 

"Could you..." she turned toward the bed, her hand holding her bodice against her breasts. Devlish green eyes met hers. Miriam blushed at his unforgivable boldness, feeling hot and quivery in strange places. 

Struggling with the tiny puffed sleeves sliding down her arms, she pinned him with her best glare. "You sir, are a rogue and a scoundrel."

"Come here." He patted the bed beside him. He sat up, his muscles rippling. The sheet dangled precariously low over his hips. Miriam felt her knees turn to jelly. At her look of curiosity and wariness, he added "lest you wish to remain unclothed for my benefit."

Devlin watched as she approached him shyly. His intention was to seduce her thoroughly. He had lain with her in his arms, her innocent body pressed against his wearing a fine chemise, and nothing beneath. He was very much afraid he would have to kill her fiancé and remove all thoughts of him from her mind. That, or this need to have her beneath him, around him, would surely kill him. 

Miriam sat on the edge of the bed and scooped her silver blonde braid over her shoulder. His body throbbed, and it was all he could do not to lay her down on the bed and push up her skirts and take what was his to take. The only thing that stopped him was the knowledge Miriam wasn't ready for him yet. That much he had learnt the hard way. She had been shocked and hurt when he had begun to sheath his shaft in her soft warmth the first morning of her captivity. He bit back a groan as he felt himself harden at the remember feel of her closing around him. 

Miriam held her breath as he skillfully laced her up. The scent and warmth of him, the feel of his hands unknowingly caressing her back, was distracting. Think ladylike thoughts, she ordered herself. Don't think about his mouth, or his hands, of the feel of him pressed against her. Her only saving grace was that he was a pirate: he had to have this effect on all women.

His lips pressed against her creamy skin just above her shoulder blade. Her lips parted on a soundless gasp. She rose from the bed, her skirts swirling as she turned to face him. The look in his eyes made her heart flip flop. 

"Dev-lin."

Devlin shrugged, and the sheet dipped lower. "I am a pirate, Miriam. It is in my nature." To seduce you of your innocence, he added silently. 

He rose from the bed, and she spun around, her face flaming. The shadowed part of him peeking through his unlaced breeches might not have possessed any manly mystique had her reactions been slower. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her gown felt tight across her chest. 

Her mother always told her proper lady's never found themselves alone with a man because they were unable to control their urges. Only now did Miriam begin to suspect what her mother meant by "urges"; it was the urge to shock and flaunt. 

"I will kiss you and caress you. You will have to forgive my small transgressions." 

Miriam's eyes widened. What did that sound so...nice? If only her mother knew, she would take a belt to Miriam! "My fiance-"

"Is not here," he interjected smoothly. She gasped as he caught her wrist and spun her around. "And it is my intention to kiss you every morning."

He crowded her up against the cabin door, and she struggled to cope with the overwhelming surge of sensations. Thankfully he wore breeches, yet the expanse of tanned flesh over his belly and chest was distracting. "W-why every morning?"

"If you were a man, I would make you work for your board and passage. As it is," he eyes dropped to the hint of cleavage above her lace trim. "It would not do. Yet my crew rely on me to be fair."

Miriam didn't know what to say or do. Her body felt as though it was an ice-lolly melting beneath the warm English sun. She moistened her lips. "A-and is it important to you, to be fair?" Fingers trailed up and down her arm, occasionally brushing the side of her breast. 

"Even pirates have a code to which they abide by. My men already know I give you special privileges. They wash on deck, with little privacy, unlike my captive mermaid."

Miriam imagined him standing on deck, the sun gleaming on his dark hair as he tipped water over his up-turned face. Rivulets would stream down over his chest and flat belly to... "Oh," she whispered. Devlin gazed down at his blushing mermaid, wondering where her thoughts had led her. Gently he tucked a slivery blonde strand behind her ear. "Miriam."

"Mmm..." she replied distractedly. He tipped her chin back, gazing into her sky blue depths. 

"We were discussing your special privileges, and how you intend working your passage."

Miriam nodded determinedly. "It is important to be fair." 

"So we agree." His chest expanded with each breath, and Miriam was interested in the way the cushioned her breasts. "For every meal, every bath, every night spent in my bed, you must forfeit a kiss." 

Miriam nodded again, then her eyes widened. "I beg your pardon! We agreed to no such thing!" His expression was as innocent as a pirate's could be. Which wasn't very much, she grumbled to herself.

Just then the timber door thundered at her back. Caught off guard, she jumped into his arms, her slippered foot stepping on his. 

"Sir, Captain needs you on deck." 

Devlin scowled at the interruption. His fingers stroked up into her mane at her nape, his other tightened about her waist. "Tell my brother I will be along shortly."

"He told me to say Langdon and his men were aboard."

Devlin swore, resting his chin on top of her head. He physically had to force himself to let her go. First he let his hands fall to his sides, then he stepped back. "I won't be long. But I need you to hide." He turned and quickly laced his breeches as he strode across the cabin. 

"Why? Who is a Langdon?" she asked, worried blue eyes watching him. She couldn't help but be impressed as he tugged the shirt on over his back, then bent over and grabbed his boots, presenting her with an interesting sight of his derriere. 

"He provides us with supplies. If he's sailed out to meet us that means it's not safe to go into port." He tugged her by her hand toward the bed. Leaning over, he gripped the mattress and pushed it high toward the wall, revealing a coffin like space in the carved wooden base. Tiny bits of light filtered through the pattern.

"Oh, no." Miriam shook her head, backing away. She folded her arms across her chest, resistance in every line. "I don't see why I need to hide."

Devlin's lips twitched before straightening. He gazed at her sternly as he strode toward her. "It wouldn't do for slavers to hear of a pale blonde beauty onboard. We wouldn't be safe from attack."

Miriam's eyebrows rose at the horrid thoughts that crossed her mind. She could not deny the sense in keeping out of sight. Still..."But you said your ship was the fastest, and that none could match it in speed."

"Mir-riam," he groaned as he scooped her up. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her body pressed against his. He carried her to the bed and laid her in the hidey spot. She glared up at him mutinously, crossing her arms. The movement made her breasts swell; the cloth strained over the firm buds of her nipples. 

"I will have a hard time forgiving you for this, Devlin."

"I am your captor. There will be many things you will not forgive me for before this voyage is over." He leaned down and brushed his warm lips against hers. She tried to turn her face away, but his fingers caught her chin. His eyes locked with hers as he kissed her again, his mouth possessing hers. Then he rose, and with one last heated glance drew the bed down. 

"What! I – you!" Her grumbles followed on his heels as Devlin strode from the cabin. 

~*~

She must have dozed, for she was roused by the rocking of the boat. It was not the easy swaying of the port but of the open sea! Her fingers curled around the wooden carvings to steady herself while she gazed through the tiny holes. The cabin was empty. 

She pushed at the board above her, but it was difficult from a lying down position. It only moved several inches before her arms gave out. Again and again she tried, her frustration mounting.

"Let me." 

The bed swung back, revealing a handsome Devlin, while she felt hot and sticky. She stood up, ignoring the hand he offered. She tended to the dusting off of her skirts and straightening her bodice. Lifting her gaze to his, she found that she could met his on level. As the boat rolled, she had to clutch at his forearms. "We're at sea," she stated. 

"A slight change of plans." Without warning, he wrapped one arm about her waist. He pulled her up tight against him as he swung her about. She quickly pulled up her feet and clung to him. He slid her down until her feet rested on the boards and she pushed herself away. She crossed over to the portal, pondering over the strange shivers racing down her spine. In the distance she could see the white sand of the distant coastline.

"Is something wrong?"

"Word of the attack on the Ambassador has spread, and so to of its rich, lovely passenger. There is a bounty on your head."

"What do you mean? Does someone wish to ransom me to my fiancé?" she turned toward him, her eyes troubled. 

"No. There would be no ransom. There are men who would stop at nothing to possess a pale English rose for their harem."

Miriam swallowed hard and turned back to the portal. She had heard whispered stories of exotic harems filled with beautiful woman concerned with only pleasing their master's every dictate. She shivered, feeling vulnerable and confused. This darker side to people's realities was something she had been sheltered from all her life. She wasn't sure if she was thankful for Devlin opening her eyes to these things.

A timid knock sounded at the door. Devlin strode over and answered it. After a few quiet words he turned back, carrying a tray of food. Her belly grumbled. Her hand flew to her belly, a blush on her face as she met Devlin's amused gaze. 

He set the tray down on the bed and sat down. Slowly she walked over and sat on the other end of the bed so the tray was between them. There were fresh rolls, butter, honey and jam and a pot of tea. Heavenly. 

The cabin was quiet as they set about breaking their fast. Devlin tore open a roll, and held it for her while she buttered and spread jam over it. Then she did the same for him, passing him the spoon. His fingers curled about hers, so much darker than her own pale skin. It was moments before she remembered to tug hers free. 

She couldn't meet his gaze as she nibbled on the bread, still slightly warm. The thought of those large, calloused hands on other parts of her body made her shiver. She remembered how they stroked over her belly, and lower, exciting strange sensations. 

"Miriam, where do you go?"

Her face swung to his, realising she was day-dreaming. "I - I was just wondering how long it would be until I met my fiancé." At his disbelieving look, she rambled on. "I've never met him, nor him me. Of course, that goes without saying."

"What goes without saying?"

"That if I haven't met him, he hasn't met me."

"Of course," he replied solemnly. "Do you wish to marry him?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I? I'm sure I'll be happy with the husband my father has chosen for me. He is a Duke, and has acres and acres of land in the West Indies, so I am told." She brushed imaginary crumbs from her skirts, unable to meet his searching gaze. Would her fiancé kiss like Devlin? 

"What about choosing a husband for yourself?"

"It's not the done thing."

"What if it was?"

"It isn't. So I won't."

Devlin had to smile at her stubbornness. The timid ice-princess was slowly disappearing. Each day more of her velvety petals seemed to unfurl themselves before his eyes. He rose and put the tray on the desk before turning back to face her, hands on hip. He waited, eyebrows raised. Finally she asked curiously "is something the matter?"

"There is the matter of my kiss."

"Oh. Oh!" Why the scoundrel. Slipping from the bed, she strode to stand before him and drew his face down to hers in a fit of pique. The rasp of his whiskers teased her fingers. She intended pressing her lips against his cheek, but his face turned. Her lips pressed against his nose for a fleeting instant, before she stepped back. 

"That, my mermaid, was not a kiss."

"Oh, then what was it, sir?"

Devlin had to brush his hand over his mouth to hide his smile. His ice-princess was back. "A peck."

"A peck? I can assure you, I do not peck."

"It was a peck."

"It. Was. Not. A peck."

"It certainly wasn't a kiss."

"Oh, and I suppose you've kissed dozens and dozens of women, so you would know what was a kiss and what was a peck?" She frowned. That hadn't come out right.

"Frankly, yes. How many men of your acquaintance have you kissed? I wish to know the evidence by which you judge that peck." He crossed his arms lazily, his expression one of extreme interest. 

"Five. No, a dozen." She crossed her own arms beneath her breasts, her eyes flashing. 

"Why, you little liar." He stalked toward her, and Miriam refused to back away. "I am the only man you have ever kissed."

"If you describe my kiss as a peck, then they were merely pecks." If possible, her chin lifted even higher. 

"I have never pecked you, Miriam. You would know if I pecked you."

"Really? I can vaguely recall the incident, so it must have been - "

He kissed her. His fingers slid into her silvery blonde mane and he dragged her to him. His mouth slanted over hers, demanding, forceful. Her fingers gripped his forearms as he all but leant her back over the arm tight about her waist. His tongue plunged deeply, swirling in her depths and making her knees weak. The sound of the sea and men shouting on deck faded. Then his kisses changed, becoming an intoxicating caress of his mouth against hers. She felt the press on the soft bed beneath her. Her arms circled his neck, drawing him down to her. 

A whimper escaped her as fingers closed over her breast, molding it to the shape of his palm. A thigh pressed between hers as he settled more weight on her. Her fingers explored his back, sliding beneath his shirt. She gloried in the feel of rippling muscle beneath her touch. It felt so right in his arms. 

"You're so beautiful," she whispered against him mouth. They both froze, their gazes locked. Miriam blushed. 

He settled on his arms, her softness cuddling his lower body. "No one has called me beautiful before." 

"I suppose it is not very, um, manly," she managed. Her face was burning. She fiddled with his top button. The V of his shirt revealed tanned skin with a sprinkling of fine black hair to her curious eyes. "Perhaps I did peck you," Miriam finally admitted, not meeting his intense gaze.

"And the dozens of men you have kissed?"

"That's completely true," she replied, biting her lip. 

"What am I going to do with a captive piece of baggage like you?"

"Soon you'll be rid of me." The smile she was trying to hide finally blossomed. Devlin abruptly rolled off of her, and she found she missed the warmth and weight of him. 

He strode to the door. He gazed at her for long moments where she lay tumbled on the bed with sparkling blue eyes and swollen lips. His body ached. "Manly or not, it pleases me that I am beautiful in your eyes."

Devlin left, shaking his head. She had him wrapped around her finger without even trying. Imagine if she knew what she was doing. 

~*~

Miriam woke the following morning to find she was no longer alone. Devlin hadn't come back that evening before, and she had eaten her meal in solitude. She had passed her time curled up with a thick book on wine making and wondering about the things Carly and Daemon were doing. Did Daemon kiss Carly like Devlin kissed Miriam? 

Devlin lay beside her, his head propped up on his hand. His eyebrow raised. She knew that look. 

"I don't recall agreeing to this," she mumbled, trying to draw the sheet over her head. His hand tugged it from her, and swept it away. 

"We agreed that I must act fairly."

"Do you kiss all your captives?" she mumbled plaintively. Excitement curled in her belly.

"Only pretty mermaids." His fingers tugged on the ribbons of her bodice. 

"W-what are you doing?" Her wide gaze met his. 

"Kissing you properly. You owe me three kisses." 

"Oh." It was suddenly hot and stuffy in the cabin. Miriam struggled to breath. Then another thought crossed her mind as she remembered their first kiss. "It won't hurt will it?"

"No Miriam, it won't hurt." He leaned down slowly, taking his time. She waited, her lips parting of their own accord. His lips touched hers, gentle, coaxing. It felt as though she was being sucked under by the raging current, and his mouth was her only lifeline. 




Captured Ch. 04



Her hands ran up over his arms and shoulders as she kissed him back. Fingers drew her chemise apart to reveal the tiny thrust of her breasts with their rosy crowns. A warm hand captured her breast, causing her to moan. He teased the tightening bud with his thumb, sending arrows of heat down between her thighs. 

Beautiful did not begin to describe him, or the way he made her feel. Her hands ran over his satiny skin of his bare back. She drew him down closer, wanting to feel his bare chest against hers. He shifted over her, his thigh pushing between hers. 

She whimpered as his hand released her breast, before his chest came down on hers. His hand traced down her thigh, then up again, dragging up her chemise. A whimper escaped her as the tips of his fingers lightly discovered her triangular thatch of blonde curls. She felt swollen and hot and achy where he touched her. Her legs scissored on the bed, her body wanton and eager. 

Her nails dug into his chest in her excitement as he parted her. A finger touched the throbbing needy part of her. She would have been shocked to discover the breathy moans filling her ears belonged to her. He massaged her there with tiny circular motions, and she almost leapt of the bed from the intensity of sensations. 

"Dev-lin," she moaned against his mouth, easing her thighs further apart. 

"Only two more kisses." His breathing was heavy as his mouth left hers to capture a tight nipple. Her hips arched off the bed as fingers touched that part of her again and again. She clutched at his hair for dear life, her body dissolving into a molten pool of heat. 

He nibbled and sucked on her nipples like she was a sweet lolly. She couldn't stay still, her body writhing and wiggling beneath his. Need clawed at her belly, urging her on. 

His mouth dipped lower, pressing tiny devastating kisses over her fluttering belly. As his mouth tickled her curls, she struggled to close her legs. "Surely. Not. There," she gasped. Had she really agreed to this?

"Oh, yes. Especially there." Her eyes widened as his tongue tasted her, licking at the dewy folds of her most secret place. His tongue circled the pulsing nub that cried out for his touch. Then all reason fled as he sucked on her. Ecstasy tore through her, catching her by surprise. Lights flashed behind her closed eyes, her body arched. His mouth showed her no mercy, driving her higher as ripples fanned through her. 

She didn't know how long he tortured her with his wicked mouth. She was drowning in his sensuality, her body giving itself up to pleasure. She couldn't have resisted his shocking kisses even if she tried as her body bucked beneath another intense release, this one longer and harder then before. 

When she lay limp beneath him, he climbed up to lay beside her. He brushed back her damp curls to discover her rosy face as he drew her into his arms.

"Is that how lady's really kiss?" she mumbled against his chest, feeling alive and sleepy all at once. 

"Did you like my kisses?"

She nodded shyly, blushing, her fingers tangled in his chest hair. Devlin groaned, his hand fumbling with his breeches and releasing the swollen, demanding part of him. He gently rolled her onto her back, his hand easing her soft thighs apart. 

"Will my fiancé kiss me like that?" she asked wonderingly.

Devlin swore furiously to himself, flinging himself onto his back beside her. Over his dead body. She was his. How could she think of another man at a time like this, he wanted to shout. He had no intention of delivering her to her fiancé. When he told her, he would make damn sure the thought of another man would be the furtherest thing on her mind.



Captured Ch. 04



Ch. 4 - The Group

I was not sure how long it had been, only that once again I had followed his command and had slept. I woke to the touch of his hands once more, coursing over my naked flesh. I tried to reach for him, only to find that I could not move. My wrists were secured within some sort of binds once more, a small tug on my legs, made me realize those were bound wide as well. I murmured a small "why?" almost regretting having spoken before the short word was uttered. I attempted to blink away the darkness, only to understand it was complete, the blindfold obliterating everything.

It was as if that word was all the catalyst that was needed. Suddenly it was not just his hands on me. Suddenly there seemed to be hands everywhere at once. Massaging, fondling, pinching, and pulling. I bit back any further sound, I did not want to encourage anything further. I did not want to anger him in to making this worse. I was mortified as I realize my body was already responding, I could feel the blood tightening rosy nipples; sense the slickness that was coating swelling folds as one finger parted them.

Their touches were enflaming the need in me, with sight taken away, every other sense was heightened. I could hear their heavy breathing. I could inhale the scent of their arousal and my own. I was sure the lights were on; that they could see as well as feel what they were doing to me. My body may have betrayed me; still left wanting from earlier; but, I was not going to make it easy. I would not lean into the touches, even if the binds would have allowed it. 

Some one leaned down, capturing my nipple between his lips. Pulling the turgid tip into the heat, suckling it harder still. I felt the press of his teeth, the sharpness surely would leave a mark. And still I fought making a sound. It had to be another set of lips that closed over my other breast. I was almost ready to feel the excruciating bite that would make mirror images of them. But, not ready enough as a whimper escaped.

A second finger joined the first in the violation of my pussy. Scissoring in the tight passage. His arms seemed to bend unusually, and without a moment to spare in figuring out why; I felt a stiffened tongue probing at my puckered asshole. Reaming the tight hole repeatedly, his tongue tip delving inward further; my teeth nearly piercing through lower lip as I fought any verbal reaction. Another set of lips joined, capturing my distended clit, suckling it almost sweetly before teeth clamped down on it threateningly.

Whispered in my ear was just one command.... "Let us hear you enjoy it... or you will not enjoy any of what happens." I blinked behind the blindfold, nodding my head. My body was no longer my own; and if I wanted to survive, I had to comply. It seemed to be some sort of sign, at the relaxation of my body, and the sets of teeth that had been threatening, relaxed marginally. Even my own. 

My body was still slick from the oil before, so their hands slid over me easily. The slicked ones in my pussy finally relenting only to move lower. A forceful shove sent them deep, until his knuckles were hard against my parted cheeks. A scream of pain echoing in the room, I had not been prepared; I heard at least one of them chuckle. I heard one of them comment about how tight my ass would be around his cock.

I heard a small set of clicks. I felt my world shifting. It seemed the contraption allowed for me to rest on my side, splayed like some obscene offering. The set of clicks once more repeated. I felt them all move closer. Some unspoken decision of who was where. 

One hand fisting in my hair as I felt a cock pressing toward my lips. I knew better than to fight it. I did not doubt the sincerity of his threat. Within a few strokes, the thick cock was pressing toward and into my throat. Perhaps this hole was chosen first for a reason, I absently thought as the fingers only somewhat preparing my ass withdrew. With hands gripping my hips, the blunt head of his cock probed against the only slightly gaping hole before thrusting nearly halfway in on the first stroke. My scream was muffled, vibrating madly along the length of cock still buried in my throat.

It was only a few strokes later that my ass was stretched around his full length; and now he chose to pause, I knew better than to think it was for my comfort. Another cock was dragged over my lewdly splayed pussy. As if slicking it, before it plunged into my throbbing sheath. The two of them quickly set a rhythm of one stroking inward as the other pulled out, only to do the reverse. Again and again. 

I heard their comments dimly. About how wet I was; about how tight; about what a good whore I was becoming. It was not as if I could comment; not that I could deny it, I thought ashamedly. Their strokes were becoming quicker, one of them reached down and began tormenting my clit, as I wantonly sucked the cock between my lips. Again, there was that voice, hotly caressing my ear..."Cum, my little whore... show them what a slut you are for cock."

It was his voice, it had to be, right? It was not as if I could help it, if I could stop the rush of feeling. That spiraling tightness that had been building suddenly shot off like a rocket. Their hands tightened bruisingly as my body tried to buck within the bonds. My pussy and ass clenching and convulsing around the cocks buried there. My throat seeming to open wider on the stifled scream. They forced me to retain that intensity for what seemed hours. Suddenly, my body was empty. I heard the sounds of slick strokes before the hot thick ropes of cum pelted me. Marking my ass and mound, my breasts, my face... everywhere. My body slumping in the binds.

Hands once again gripped me. I should have known there would be more. The clicks sounded once more. I was again returned to my back, but this time the apparatus was tilted; my head lower than my feet. Fingers toyed with my marked nipples; bringing them to painful awareness, just before harsh clamps were tightened around them. I felt the cool chain over my cum painted belly. Blunt fingertips gave the same attention to my clit, I was whimpering in anticipation, begging softly for him not to repeat the next action. Not that it did any good of course. The pain was beyond anything I could have imagined as the alligator clamp solidified its hold on me. The chain between the three clamps was taut. Any movement at all would cause them to send shots of fire through my nerves. 

I felt the heat of someone's thighs moving closer to my face. Out of self-preservation, perhaps, I tilted my head back, already opening my lips. Rubbing his cock over my face, this one seemed thicker than the last. Moving closer still, his cum-heavy sack now upon my lips, I licked and suckled the puckered flesh. Randomly he would lower slightly, my nose pressing into that spot just behind his sack; forcing me to massage it. And then the true knowledge of pain began. Hands lifted my weighted globes by the clips. 

I did not hear the warning snap of the whip before it blazed a trail on the undersides. Forcing the clip in my clit to burn with the abuse. Again and again the whip fell. The man at my head moved further forward, demanding my tongue on that sensitive bundle of nerves. I do not know if it was my tongue of the vibrations of my screams that felt better for him.

Ages later, the whip was tossed off. The gripping lift was set free. The pain remained. The two men moved now into position. My breath coming already in harsh gasps was suddenly denied as one cock plunged to my throat in a single stroke. Another cock took complete and utter possession of my pussy. Their rhythms seeming to be in opposition; I was either completely filled, or nearly empty; depending on the moment. 

From somewhere, a magic wand was placed against my clit. The wild vibrations fighting for supremacy over the molten pain. For some reason I knew that unless I came, the pain would never stop. I willed myself to that edge as the men took their own ascent to pleasure. It was just as I was about to crest over that wild plateau, that the three clips were removed simultaneously. It was too late to stop the orgasm. The pain of blood rushing back into the abused nubs only served to reinforce the pleasure. My whole body frozen in the throes of too many sensations. Each of their continued strokes held me there, until I collapsed once more in the binds.

Distantly, as if watching someone else, I felt the one buried in my throat pull out, his cum spraying out to join the puddles already decorating my flesh. Only the one now fucking my pussy so brutally remained buried as his cum saturated my womb; melding with the thick sweet cream he forced from me.

I felt the bands loosened. I heard vague comments. None of it really registered. Even the blanket that wrapped around me, before I was pulled into his arms, seemed to happen to someone else.



Captured Ch. 04



It had been three days, and Katherine still wouldn't speak to him. She was lying facedown on the bed, her wrists tied to the headboard. Around his faded sheets, her skin was bruised like a twilight sky, alternately indigo and violet. Her hair was a tumbled snarl of dark silk. Even the slump of her spine spelled defeat. 

He had tried to speak to her. He had offered water, and even bread. She took nothing, said nothing, wouldn't even meet his eyes. He felt shame but he wasn't sure why—was it because he had let his temper best him, let himself ruin this perfect gentle creature before him? Or was it because he was supposed to be interrogating her, and instead he was tracing the line of her spine with his eyes, feeling remorse and guilt and lust, but no unkindness? He was unused to feeling this way. It didn't suit him. 

His superiors were growing frustrated with him, but it didn't bother him yet. He was Killian Canavan. He did not fail, and he did not disappoint. No one had reason to doubt him. 

He looked around the honey-colored walls, but his eyes fell back to the still small figure on his bed. She had lavender handprints stamped around her arms. Sometimes he would have found this erotic and lovely. Now he wasn't sure. Half of him wanted to pour cool water over her milky skin. The other half still wanted to warm her ass for being so stubborn. 

She turned her face toward him, feeling his heavy gaze on her back. Her full lips were cracked. The circles under her eyes were deep and smoky. "What are you going to do with me?" 

"Has her Highness decided to speak?" Killian's rough voice fell flat, concrete on gravel. 

She stared at him. Candlelight danced across her cheekbones. "I'm going to make you tell me what you know," he said wearily. 

"Why have you let me rest, these three days?" 

"Let's get on with this." He moved to the bed and put his hand on her bare shoulder. He hadn't felt the cool silk of her skin in three days. "I'm going to untie you. Are you going to run?" 

Katherine hesitated. "How far is the nearest village?" She half-laughed, but her lips were trembling. He hadn't realized how fragile she looked. 

"Farther than you'd get, even if I wasn't behind you." 

"No, then." 

Killian untied her wrists. They were bruised and bloody. She sat up, rising like a sleeping princess, blinking like an owl. 

"You're going to do as I say," Killian assured her, his hand hard and firm on her china jaw. "You understand?" 

"As you say," Katherine allowed tiredly. Her eyelashes dipped as if they were too heavy for her to carry, as if her eyelids had been painted with lead. 

"Come. Sit." Killian wrapped her in a shirt of his, old enough that it had faded to the softness of tissue paper. He dressed her like a child, fastening each mismatched button with care. Her nipples pressed through the thin fabric and Killian resisted the urge to bite them through the cloth. He wanted to kiss her smooth inner thighs, pull them apart, run his tongue down her smooth, hot slit. He imagined her leaning back in her chair, her back arched as he gently sucked and bit those smooth pink pussy lips. He wanted to taste her, soothe her, worship her. He wanted her sighs, her tremors, her smooth little hand against his skin. God, but he wanted her. 

Instead, he heated water in a bowl and brought old cut up cloths to wash her skin. He touched her feet, her glossy calves. He washed the tears and dried blood from her hands, her throat, her high proud cheeks. 

She raised her hand to her matted hair. "May I wash it?" 

He nodded. He filled the large copper tub with kettle after kettle full of hot water and watched her climb in, her thin shoulders shivering in delight at the warmth of the water against her beaten skin. "Oh!" Her cheeks blushed a little. Her skin was luminous, polished marble. She was so beautiful then, so pure and sweet. She sat down and drew her knees to her chest and he poured water carefully over her long hair. It glowed like obsidian then, plastered to the svelte curves of her perfect little body. Her breasts gleamed, her nipples puffy. Between her bent legs he thought he caught a glimpse of her sweet little snatch. 

He wrapped her in his towel and set her down before the fire. The cool September blew through the cracks around the door, and he watched her shiver, imagining her tiny pink nipples hardening beneath the heavy folds of his towel. 

She looked up at him. "Killian?" 
"Yes?" 

"If it hadn't been you." She twisted a lock of raven hair around her fingers. "Would someone else have come for me? Would I be... taken... anyway?" 

Her little face was so serious in the light. "Yes," he told her honestly. "Several volunteered. I was chosen." He thought of the others—Stark, who favored switches and rods, Grey who cut off fingers, O'Hanaghan who was the cruelest of all. He wondered if she would prefer one of these others. He knew they'd be salivating for this job, wanting their cocks in her pussy, their bruises on her alabaster skin. The thought of it made his blood boil. He didn't want anyone else touching her. He wouldn't allow it. She was his, his to bruise and his to bathe. He'd find a way to deal with the others. He wasn't going to let her out of his sight, no matter what. 

"I want to know if you're going to kill me," she said at last. "I'd rather you do it sooner, if you're going to." Her feathery eyelashes were shielding her eyes; he couldn't read her expression. 

"I'd rather not," he said shortly. 

Her lips trembled. "Please," she said. "I'll do whatever you ask, but I can't tell you anything about my father. I won't change my mind. I've thought about it these past three days." 

Her eyes were sparkling pools of tears. Her strawberry lips were shaking. Her silver eyes were like moonlight on a June evening. The sharp lines of her collarbones were set firmly. "I mean it," she said, firm and fragile as a thin glass blade. 

And then he knew. That he wouldn't turn her in. That he would run to the ends of the earth with her, but he wouldn't be trying to break her. It was like trying to break sunlight. He wouldn't do it. 

He was on his knees before her without realizing he'd left his chair. His hands were on her ankles, his head in her lap. "I won't kill you," he said. And then she was crying. Great fat tears fell down her smooth cheeks, splashed down over Killian's head, baptizing him in her vulnerability and his own guilt. She was dawn personified, so full of soft light. 

When Killian reached up to her face, it was to brush the tears from her cheeks. He could taste the salt of her relief on his tongue. His towel had fallen down around her lap, and he could see every line of her perfect body. But he didn't touch. He told himself he wouldn't touch her until she asked him to. He wondered if he was even capable of keeping such a promise. 

He fed her and watched her brush her hair, watched her dress shyly, pulling on his shirt over her willowy body. Her full breasts strained at the buttons. He could see the curve of her hips, the sharp indent of her waist. She fell asleep that night with him on the bed beside her. He stayed awake all night, never moving from her side. She rolled into the curve of his strong body, her head on his chest. Her hand drifted to rest on his thigh. 

For three weeks they went on like this. He pacified his employers again and again, feeding them lies and false hopes every so often. During the days, Katherine was cool, but every night she slept in the cradle of his ropy arms. 

One morning she kissed him on the cheek. He began to think that they could overcome this, that she could forgive him for taking her, beating her, humiliating her. He began to think that she could really be his. 

And just as he was beginning to believe this, there was a knock at the door. Just as he was beginning to believe this, his whole carefully constructed world fell to sharp, bleeding pieces at his feet.



Captured Ch. 05



Talos straightened his mask as he stood in front of the mirror, reflecting a wide stone room with thick rugs and colorful portraits, one being a dark haired woman with piercing green eyes, not unlike his prisoner. It was hung over a fireplace where a small dining table had been placed. Near the center of the room there was more furniture surrounding a small table full of opened books, and in the far corner there was a thin blind draping, closing off a wide bed that had already been turned down.

Talos looked over the dark suit he wore once more in the mirror, it looked as if he might be going somewhere formal, and it was just the look he had wanted for tonight. He heard the servants knocking on his door and told him to enter, just after he lifted the beaded clamps, the ones that had looked so delightful hanging from Sabine's breasts, and placed them neatly in his pocket. He turned from the mirror and watched as his cook and two helpers brought trays of food, and he gestured for them to set the table. He realized his servants had been followed by an unexpected guest however, as an older woman, elegantly strode in. Her light hair tied tightly over her round head and her overdressed gown swaying on the floor. Her face told she was older, but the kind of older woman who still saw herself as young. Talos seemed surprised at her appearance but politely kissed her hand as she approached him.

"Mara." He said.

"Well, look at you." She smiled, straightening his jacket, "Where have you been Talos?"

"Busy. Do you need something?"

She glanced over her shoulder at the table being set and then looked somewhat grim as she looked at him again.

"Don't tell me you're planning to have supper with your prisoner." She frowned.

"It's none of your concern Mara, who I have supper with, or what I do with my prisoners."

"Do you know what Lara would think if she knew what you were doing?" Mara frowned, "You have been neglecting her Talos, now I want you to get rid of your little prisoner before her brothers discover where she is, it's not as if we need the trouble, and I will not have Lara knowing you have been forgetting her to entertain an enemy."

"Rival, not enemy." Talos replied, "There is a difference Mara, and as far as Lara is concerned, I don't care what she thinks, and as for you, stop trying to push me. I have no interest in your daughter, Lara is practically my sister."

"Only by marriage." Mara spattered, "And don't think I don't know of your frolicking with her! You have already ruined her for other men and..."

Lady Mara was cut off by his sudden laughter.

"She was ruined far before I ever touched her." He remarked, "And from what I hear our Lara is content charming half the guard."

"She only does it to make you jealous!"

"I could care less what she does." He stated, "And I don't care what you do either, so long as you keep your head clear of my affairs."

"You ungrateful..."

"Watch what you say." Talos warned, "My father loved you Mara, so in his passing I agreed to care for you and your daughter, but I will not marry Lara. Besides, I believe I have been generous enough; you have access to my finances, god knows you use it."

"Limited access."

"You should be grateful you have any." He retorted, "Now if you don't fully appreciate the comfort of my home by all means find another one. Now I will hear no more of your fantasies involving Lara, I've given you my answer."

He had led her to the door and she seemed to scowl at him as he let the servants out and closed the door to his chambers, forgetting the entire encounter with the older woman he had once called mother. There were other things on his mind, his Sabine, the idea of her had been haunting him every moment since she had arrived, and it had taken a great deal of self control for him to keep his distance from her. It bothered him, that he had brought her hear to punish her, the dangerous woman, she was being punished for what she had long ago done to him, and he felt like the one being punished, having to keep himself from her warm body that welcomed him without her consent. It was driving him to madness. He had wanted to wait before fully taking her, until she admitted she remembered him, because she must remember him. But waiting had been unexpectedly painful, and he hadn't expected to walk in on her bath. The dull remembrance of the way he had washed her, the way he had opened her to the pleasures of her own body and her musical cries that followed, yes, the thought made him hard. 

He looked over the food on the table and suddenly didn't care if it got cold. He lifted a key from the chain on his neck and eagerly unlocked the door he used to venture into her room. He was somewhat annoyed to find she had put out all of the candles, and even the fireplace, leaving only the light coming from the narrow window and the light from his own room to guide him through the shadows. He took a moment to look around, allowing his eyes to adjust. He didn't like this. She was up to something, he could feel it. And then there it was, the sound of rushed air as something hard hit the back of his head and forced him to his knees. 

His precious prisoner was resourceful, he'd credit her that. Despite the precautions he had taken to keep her prison a safe place for him to be, she had made a weapon out of the silver tray her food had been left on. Talos was looking straight ahead, trying to recover, knowing she was right behind him and it came to his attention that the curtains in her room had been torn, and he knew what was coming next, he realized it just before the thick tassel of the curtain tie came around his neck, choking him, and his precious Sabine was probably determined to kill him too.

Talos hesitated no longer when he felt the air being cut off from his lungs. She might be resourceful, but there was no question that he was stronger as he grabbed the rope around his neck, hauling it forward and bracing as necessary while he pulled her over his shoulders, watching her fall at his feet and noted the sheet she had tied around her body as clothing. And the way she glared at him, so furious, she was already making him hard.

Before Sabine could move he had looped the rope back around, forcing it over her neck as a collar and he pulled the long end as a leash, bringing her forward and pulling her up on her knees, and even in her defeat she glared up at him with her wide eyes. She wasn't at all sorry for her mistake. Talos raised his hand as if to strike her, but the way she suddenly flinched away, bracing herself, he stopped. 

Damn him for stopping, he thought. She deserved a good beating. Perhaps if it were anyone else he could do it, but not her, not when he still tasted her in his mouth and her scent flooded his nostrils. He lowered his hand and suddenly used the rope to pull her up, into his arms and held her tightly to his chest until she yielded again, after several minutes of struggling.

"Whatever am I going to do with you?" He sighed.

She turned away, still apparently angry. He wondered what she had to be angry about; she was the one who had assaulted him, after all.

"Well," He sighed, "I suppose I can forgive you... this once."

She looked confused.

"And to prove you have my forgiveness, you get to choose." He said as he led her hand down to his pants, where he was surprisingly erect. "Where do you want it, my Sabine, in your mouth, or your ass?"

Sabine began to struggle again, but he pulled the rope tight and forced her back into his chest, shoving her forward as he forced her to bend over a shallow dresser and tore the sheet from her body.

"Then I'll choose." He growled, holding the rope tight as he took a moment to let his pants fall.

Sabine screamed as she felt his intrusive organ sliding against her ass, pressing into the small hole as he gripped her hips firmly.

"You've made me so hot I don't feel like finding the oil." He threatened against her ear, "So this is probably going to hurt."

He pulled her hips towards her, giving her a mild stab before she screamed and used all her strength to turn her front towards him, and there, trapped between his arms her now innocent looking eyes plead with his cold stare.

"No." She whispered.

"No? I don't think that is a word you are entitled to say to me." He growled.

"No." She said again, this time so softly he could barely hear her, and then he watched as she slowly sank down to her knees, in all her humility, and looked at his erection.

He might have been tempted to refuse her subtle request, force her to bend over for him, but to him this was her offering, and he could have her ass later. He touched her head gently, and then watched her lick her peach lips as he guided her towards him, until her mouth swallowed his male appendage. He didn't give her any time to adjust this time, pushing the entire thing in, and as she gagged and her tongue pushed against his fiery cock. He fell completely into the warmth and the goodness. He pushed even harder than he had before, pounding her mouth, feeling her throat. He had her new leash, and he pulled it with every thrust until he was impressed by the way she began to keep up. She had put her arms around him, holding his strong flanks to keep her balance, bringing him to reluctantly release the leash and lean into her grasp. He stopped thrusting and held her head in a gentle way, petting her hair as he let her move how she wanted. It was obvious she wouldn't be testing him, now that she was taking his full length into her mouth, tightening around him in a way that made him grunt in an unusual display of his affection. 

He decided not to warn her this time, when his seed began to spill from the end of his cock. She felt it as his body tightened; he was trying not to shake too much. He half expected her abandonment, but instead she held where she was, sliding her mouth on and off him a few more times, certain to get it all, and much to his delight when she had, she then brought her tongue over his length, cleaning him as the stiffness left his groin.

Sabine couldn't bring herself to look up at him, not until he recovered, and with his breathing still heavy he finally removed the rope from her neck and pulled up his pants before lifting her to her feet again, holding the curve of her buttocks as he kissed her.

"You see?" He said, "You're forgiven. Now, tell me you'll never do anything like this again... how can I possibly keep you if you insist on killing me?"

He watched her eyes grow dangerous again, and there was no doubt she was going to respond, it just wouldn't be the response he wanted, so he made the choice to cover her mouth before she could make him angry.

"On second thought, lets not ruin the moment." He sighed.

He released her and she watched as he moved back towards the still opened door.

"Sabine." He called, "Come to dinner, just put your hair up first, half up, half down I think."

"And what am I to wear?" She hissed.

"You won't be needing clothing." He teased, "You may come through this door when you're ready, don't be to long."

Sabine frowned as she watched him close the door, leaving her in the dark again. She combed her hair smooth, but refused to wear it as he wanted, and nearly an hour later she had worked up the nerve to at least look at the door. The idea of leaving the confines of her prison now seemed somehow challenging, especially naked, she had no idea what was on the other side of that door, and her fear had begun to reach it's peak. She paced outside the door, trying to determine whether or not to enter and the sound of a loud knock followed by Talos's smooth voice made her jump.

"Your dinner's getting cold." He called.

"I'm not hungry." She called back, without thinking.

She could sense the curiosity on the other side of the door before it opened, and all he had to do was reach for her, grabbing her hand and pulling her in. His window was open and she could see the sun setting, but the room was lit well by candlelight and lanterns. She seemed to look over the room, wondering if they were alone before he suddenly pulled her forward and guided her into a chair around the small table. She could smell the food and she had not had anything to eat since she had arrived, but she was obviously still uncertain over the situation.

"You didn't wear your hair how I asked you to." He said, pushing the strands away from her breasts.

"I like it this way." She replied.

"I didn't ask what you liked." He retorted.

"I'm naked." She glared up at him, "I thought we could compromise."

"There is no compromise darling." He sighed as he kneeled next to her, noticing the way she clenched her knees together on his approach. He removed the small clamps from his pocket and saw her lurch when he presented them. Her small fists clenched and he glared at her sharply.

"Don't even think about it," He warned. He watched the pout in her lips as he attached the jewelry to her nipples and stepped back to admire the scene, her sitting at the dressed up table, naked and at his will.

Before Talos had reached his own chair Sabine had noticed something in the room and it had caused her to forget about her own situation and stand up. It was the portrait of the dark haired woman that looked like her. Talos frowned as he noticed her actions.

"Sit down." He ordered.

"Where did you get it?" She demanded, glaring at the portrait.

"Sit down." He repeated, "Before I'm forced to tie you to your chair... would you like to know how many ideas that would give me?"

"You sit me in front of my own mother's portrait and expect me to stay silent?"

"Yes... sit down Sabine, and maybe if you can behave tonight I will answer your questions. Sit down."

She sat, reluctantly, and he instructed her to eat as he began to. She looked at the food, remembering being taught as a child that she should never eat unless she trusted the food, and to trust the food she would have to trust her host, which she didn't, not as far as she could throw him. She gave in however, when he mockingly remarked that he would be forced to feed her himself, if she refused. She ate slowly, letting her stomach adjust to having food again. Her hands felt shaky, and it was difficult to have a meal, with Talos dressed in a suit across the way, staring at her naked frame and her nipples, as they grew intrusive under the clamps.

Her situation was beyond embarrassing, even if embarrassment was an emotion she was growing familiar with. She wondered if he knew as he watched her, how the clamps aroused her. She wanted so badly to touch them, but she refused. She was also growing damp within her pussy, she had been for a while now, ever since she had moved to her knees and taken his dick into her mouth. She wasn't sure she had enjoyed sucking him; in fact she thought that part to be vulgar, just as she had before. But she could not deny that during that time, when she had held him close and heard the way he had enjoyed her, it had aroused her. Of course, admitting that to him was not something she was about to do. Thinking of it as she ate, mixed with his visible eye on her like it was touching her, and the pressure in her breasts as if someone were touching them increased the feeling of need within her, and she was ashamed. She only hoped she wasn't blushing.

As Sabine desperately tried to hide her arousal she unwittingly began to shift in her seat, bringing a sly smile over the face of her host, one she didn't notice because she wasn't looking at him. He liked to watch her struggle as she was; it was truly a beautiful sight. He poured some wine, keeping his eye on her, and slid a glass over the table, catching her attention.

"Drink some." He said.

"No thank you."

"I wasn't asking."

She frowned and lifted the glass, taking it to her lips, but as she smelled the fumes she realized it was not wine at all, but something much stronger. She wondered if he meant to get her drunk, well, if he was she would certainly surprise him. Sabine may have been knew to the ways between a man and woman, but drinking was something she knew quite well, and she took the entire glass in one swallow, meaning to discourage him, but it seemed he was only amused by it.

"More?" He offered.

She shook her head and flushed, feeling suddenly warm, heated, and the aching between her thighs began to return. He noticed as she unknowingly began to shift again and he raised his brow. His amusement with her was becoming short lived, as he began to lust over her again.

"Why don't you just ask me?" He frowned, "Why torture yourself?"

Sabine looked up sharply, not comprehending.

"Ask you what?" she frowned.

"To touch you." He sighed, "Do all sorts of pleasant little things to your body. Not that I don't enjoy the sight of watching you squirm."

Sabine knew she was blushing now, and she quickly tried to hide the fact by changing the conversation.

"How long do you think you can keep me here?" She asked, "Do you mean to kill me?"

"You ask as if you're not afraid of death." He replied, slipping off one of his slippers.

"I'm not, I think I'd prefer it."

"I believe you, but that's unfortunate, because it was never my intent to kill you."

She flinched as she felt his sneaking foot move over her leg and she began to get up.

"Don't move." He ordered, bringing her to cautiously sit back again.

"Then what is your intent? By keeping me here you threaten the treaty between our families."

"That's not my concern, your brothers broke that treaty a long time ago, but I suppose you wouldn't know that, you did go into hiding."

"I wasn't hiding." She retorted, "I went to stay with my mother, and what could my brothers have done to break the treaty?"

"They stole from me, but that is really none of your business."

Sabine jolted as his foot pushed her knees apart, and ran against the already throbbing skin of her inner thighs. She braced herself against the chair, trying to ignore the intrusion. She needed to concentrate, she needed this conversation.

"How is it none of my business?" she asked, "What did they still?"

"Something of mine."

"Is that why you took me? For revenge? Do you intend to trade me?"

"No, my Sabine, I intend to keep you."

She gasped as his toes reached her pussy. They were surprisingly soft for a man, and for a moment she was taken into the feeling as he teased her flesh. She closed her eyes and her mouth parted, and he watched every moment as she tried to control herself. Sabine abruptly realized that he knew, he knew now that she was wet, even if he had suspected before, now that he knew it was another form of demeaning her. 

"Why?" She forced herself to ask, "If you don't intend to trade me...ugh" She moaned, even his feet knew her body, "Why keep me? You know my brothers will not allow it."

"I could care less, your brothers don't frighten me. Besides, I am well aware of their resources and I doubt they would start a war even over their precious sister... so why dwell on it... how does this feel?"

He wriggled his toes against her, sliding between the smooth lips of her cunt. She held on to her chair as she became wet against him and prevented herself from shamefully moaning so she could ask him a question instead.

"Why me" She demanded, "Why am I here Talos?"

He suddenly froze at the sound of his name on her lips, but quickly continued on, touching her with his foot, stretching it from her clit to her breasts, feeling the clamps between his toes as he thought over her question of a moment. She was already shifting again, leaning into his foot so he could touch the clamps.

"When will you stop trying to hide from me Sabine?" He sighed, "You know why you're here. It's not your brothers I seek to get even with, it's you."

His expression suddenly turned cold, and she became wary, unsure what to expect, and then she was grasping the chair as he suddenly used his feet to topple it over. She felt the wood crack as her back fell straight to the floor with her seat, her legs still strung over the edge as she tried to catch her breath from winded fall. Before she could recover he was standing over her, reaching down and lifting her up until she was strung over his shoulder, his hand grasping the firm of her uplifted ass.




Captured Ch. 05



She wet the tip of her thumb with her tongue and smudged the charcoal line. Still...

She was drawn from her musing by a soft groan. Her blue eyes lifted inquiringly to the man who lounged against the far wall of the cabin. One leg was drawn up before him on the bed, where a pad of papers were propped. 

He merely raised an eyebrow at her before returning to his attention to his sketching. Miriam chewed on her bottom lip as she watched his tanned hands with their long, tapered fingers and clipped nails move effortlessly across the paper. They were the hands of an artist except for the calluses. Capturing those graceful hands on paper seemed to elude her. Instead, looking down at her pad, it looked as though a daring spider scampered across the paper. She huffed a sigh. 

No doubt Devlin's drawing of her would be masterful. Miriam had begun to suspect he had devised this game purely to win. She was finding herself increasingly distracted by the tanned masculinity radiating sin, his black hair mussed and tumbling over his forehead. His chest was bare, and again and again she found her eyes unwittingly drawn to the hard, muscular flesh and the two decidedly male nipples and tempting curls that tapered down over his ridged belly. Miriam had begun to further suspect that his attire, or lack of, was a deliberate ploy to out-nerve her. She took another deep breath, and was curious to see his eyes flicker to her bodice where her small breasts strained the rose damask gown. 

His gaze returned to his sketch, and she glanced down at the modest handfuls squeezed together and pushed high by the constriction of her gown beneath the wispy lace fishu. For the first few days of her capture modesty had demanded she where a corset at all times. Until comfort prevailed. 

Miriam fiddled with the lace fichu tucked modestly between her breasts. Again, those green eyes were drawn from the pad before him. Hmm...

Taking a deep breath, Miriam eased the fichu from around her shoulders and dropped it beside her on the wooden chest upon which she sat. At his narrowed gaze, she mumbled "It's quite warm". Her guilty blush only added veracity to her fib.

Miriam's sudden surge of competitiveness had nothing to do with the fact that her pirate refused to kiss her for more than three days now. Perhaps 'refused' was too strong a word. Devlin's demand of a kiss for every meal, bath and whatever else he determined arbitrarily, had abruptly ended. Not that Miriam should be complaining that she no longer had to withstand the shockingly bold kisses that made her feel feverish and unladylike. But it irked her down to the pink silk ribbons on her garters that Devlin no longer wanted to kiss her. 

Sure, Miriam wasn't as pretty as her sister Carly. Both shared the silvery blonde hair and the Montague blue eyes. But Miriam was tall and willowy whereas Carly was all curvy and feminine and bountiful. Yet this hadn't seemed to stop Devlin from wanting to kiss her in the first place. 

Miriam brushed the silky tips of blonde strands against her bottom lip as she gazed unseeingly at her drawing. She had dreamed of Devlin again last night. Just the thought of it made her toes curl. He had been kissing her neck and breasts, his breath warm against her skin. Which had swiftly turned to tender nibbles. Then honest sucking.

With a groan, she wiggled where she sat, trying to drag her attention back to her drawing. Nope, still a spider. Glancing up, she found herself pinned by a pair of devilish green eyes. And blushed. 

"Miriam." 

"Mmm...?"

"What were you thinking of?"

"Um. Nothing."

"Nothing." He repeated.

"That is what I said," she replied, nodding. 

"Then how is it I don't believe you?"

"It is not something I can prove, Devlin."

"Or disprove."

"Well, that too."

"So if I were to hazard a guess, and I was right, would you tell me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you seem to have a fascination with games and we have yet to complete the current one."

"You win."

"Pardon?"

"I declare your drawing to be the winner."

"But you haven't seen my drawing."

"None the less, a winner has been declared. Which leaves us free to begin a new game."

"But I want to see your drawing."

"Fine. Here." He tossed the pad to the end of the bed. She leaned forward with outstretched fingers. A strange noise made her look up, and she discovered his gaze fixed on her décolletage. 

She sat back abruptly, holding his pad in front of her. He glanced up at the ceiling, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Are you well?" Miriam asked. 

"Well enough. Were you thinking of me?"

"I --"

"Before you answer, I would recall that you are a terrible liar."

"I -- a lady never lies!"

"Perhaps 'liar' is too strong a word. Minor fabrications, then."

"Are you suggesting I fabricate?"

"On occasion. And are a shocking fabricator at that."

"When?"

"When what?" he drawled. 

"When did I fabricate?"

"When you told me you didn't like my kisses."

"I never said that."

"Ah, so you admit you like my kisses."

"I never said that either."

"Perhaps we should put it to the test."

"Perhaps we should."

His eyebrows rose. She bit her lip. Did she just invite him to kiss her?

He slid from the bed, and she swallowed hard at the sight of all that dangerous male in action. He rose and took the step that brought him directly before her. He tugged on the pads clutched tightly in her hands, giving hers a quick glance. "You think I look like a spider?" he asked incredulously. 

He didn't wait for an answer before tossing the pads to the floor. Then hands slipped firmly about her waist she was drawn to her stockinged feet. She clutched his forearms for balance as the boat swayed beneath them. His naked chest and shoulders were doing wicked things to her ladylike sensibilities, and she didn't quite know where to look.

"What, no protest?" he murmured silkily to her down-turned head. Her chin lifted sharply as she gasped in outrage. His mouth closed firmly over hers. She moaned against his mouth as his hands tightened about her, drawing her up hard against him. 

Her tongue tangled shyly with his, feeling shivery heat all the way down to her toes. She found her traitorous hands gliding up over his strong arms to discover the crisp curls on his chest. 

He lifted her, holding her tightly against him as he explored her mouth deeply. Her hands snuck around his neck as she kissed him back, drowning in his seductive heat. 

"Miriam, I find I have a desperate need to kiss your breasts." It was a soft whisper against her lips. 

"You do?"

He nodded seriously. 

"Then perhaps...perhaps it is best that you do."

Relief glimmered briefly in those sea-green eyes. Gently he slid her to her feet. 

"I will need to remove your gown."

She blushed and ducked her head. A gentle finger beneath her chin tipped her head up. 

"Do I have my lady's permission?"

She nodded, so slightly, but he felt it. He turned her around until she faced the portal. He tugged at her laces, before easing the rose material from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet. 

Miriam held her breath as she stood in her soft white cotton shift. She was unaware of how the sunlight streamed in, outlining her willowy curves beneath the fine material. 

Large tanned hands stroked up and down her arms as his lips nibbled from shoulder to ear. Her nipples tightened as shivers raced through her. He turned her in his arms, and her lashes lowered shyly. 

He sat down on the bed, and drew her between his widespread thighs. Brushing her hair back over her shoulders, he leaned forward and gently drew her nipple into his seductive mouth. Her knees went weak, and she caught his shoulders to keep herself standing as he nibbled and suckled the tight bud through her chemise. 

Her head tipped back, her fingers sinking into his glorious thick hair as she struggled to breathe. His hands rubbed up and down her back, but she found it far from soothing. When he blew on the damp material, Miriam whimpered. 

"It may be of assistance if I removed your shift."

She could barely manage a nod. His fingers tickled her knees, before he fingers closed about the hem. Slowly he drew it up, and up, and she lifted her arms. He tugged it over her head and threw it fair across the cabin. 

"God, you're exquisite," he muttered, softly brushing the backs of his knuckles over the dip of her waist. "Made for this, for me."

His tongue found her belly button, circling it lazily before thrusting at it purposefully. Heat shimmered between her thighs, and rubbing them together did little to ease the torment. 

She gasped when he dragged her off her feet, pulling her down on top of him on the bed. She wiggled, shocked at the feeling of flesh on flesh. "Devlin!" she cried, pushing at his shoulders. 

Devlin laughed, tumbling her onto her back beside him and rising up on one arm to gaze down at her. His hand stroked her cheek, gazing down into her furious blue eyes. "I adore you," he murmured. "I think I love you."

They both stilled. She gazed up at him with wide eyes, her bared flesh forgotten. "You think?" she whispered. 

He nodded, rubbing a thumb over her lips. "I found the more I wanted to kiss you this past week, the more I wanted to stop."

"And because of that you think you love me?"

"Minx. I wanted you to kiss me."

"Oh." She pondered that statement as she fiddled with a strand of his thick hair. Still, she wasn't quite sure what he was on about. "I adore you too," she finally mumbled, confused by his male logic. 

"And?" His eyes were serious. 

"And I know I love you." 

"You do?" He seemed genuinely vulnerable when he asked her that. 

"Do you think I let every pirate kiss me...there?" She blushed prettily, and his lips curved dangerously. 

"There? Would that happen to be...here?" His fingers wandered to gently tug on her ear lobe. 

She shook her head. 

He seemed to ponder her words. "Here, then?"

Again she shook her head when he ran his thumb over her belly button. 

"Hmm, perhaps here then?" His fingers glided tantalizingly down over her belly to delve her between her thighs. 

This time she nodded. 

"And do you like it when this pirate kisses you...there?"

Another nod. His fingers ruffled the thatch of curls there. 

"Would you like your pirate to kiss you there, now?"

Two nods. 

"Your pirate has thus been commanded." His eyes glittered as he eased from the bed to kneel at her knees. When tormenting slowness, he stroked her stockinged legs before slipping off a garter. He rolled one stocking down, his fingers and mouth lightly teasing. When she extended her waiting leg, he shook his head. 

"I find I like the idea of you almost naked."

She pouted, swinging her leg back. He merely smiled and swiftly drew her knees apart. She rose up onto her elbows as his mouth trailed over her inner thighs, nipping, licking, tormenting. 

When he gazed upon her, his breath was warm. The anticipation was too much, and she covered herself with her hand. His kissed it, before gently peeling it away. When he licked her, she fell back flat against the bed, everything aquiver. 

Her soft moans filled the cabin as he kissed her there with his mouth, tongue, nose. She writhed and trembled, open to him, her fingers gripping his hair. 

His fingers teased her nipples as his tongue thrust silkily inside her dewy gate. Her back arched, her breathing hectic, her body straining. He slipped a finger inside of her, then two. She groaned anew when soon a third one joined its mates, stretching her even further. His mouth sucked on her throbbing nub.

"Devlin, please..."

His fingers glided deep inside of her until the discomfort eased. "That's it, my salty mermaid."

He came to lie beside her, his mouth covering hers. She tasted herself on him, and it was strangely intimate and exciting. She pressed against him, her hand sliding down over his belly to find his breeches unbuttoned. Miriam only hesitated a fraction before sliding her hand down to close about him. 

"Hell," he groaned. He was hot and hard and smooth to her touch. Her eyes traveled down over a ridged and tanned chest and belly to discover that mysterious male appendage peeping back at her. It looked all swollen and sore, its tip glistening. Miriam rubbed her thighs together at the thought of it lodged between her legs. 

She moistened her suddenly dry lips, her eyes darting away. Yet curiosity won, and she gazed back down upon him. Experimentally she ran her nails lightly over his long length. He groaned, catching her hand and dragging it away to pin it against the bed. But not before she had felt him curiously buck beneath her touch. 

Her gaze lifted questioningly to his, and discovered the strain around his eyes and mouth. He slid his fingers through her hair, his eyes questioning. She drew his head down and kissed him in answer. He kissed her back, deep and masterful. His weight pressed her into the mattress, his thighs spreading hers wide, his hardness sliding against her. 

When he lodged against her melting heat, his gaze was tender. Gently he pushed, easing into her yielding flesh with devastating slowness. She clung to him, her teeth sinking into his fingers as he slid inexorably deep within her straining channel. 

"That's it," he murmured, kissing her sweat-dampened brow. Her thighs tensed in surprise as he eased out, then sunk deep. It was a delicious glide that made her ache and writhe around him. Miriam moaned, her thighs rising to ride his hips.

Soon it felt so natural to have him there, moving in her, on top of her. The excitement built, incredibly intense. She felt flushed and hot and achy. And still he went on, stroking deep within her. 

As his thrusts deepened, became more forceful, the world hallowed out. She clenched about him as he drove in to the hilt, her body arching. He caught her face in his large palms, gazing down into her half-closed eyes as she fell apart around him. His mouth covered her, his thrusts becoming fierce.

She felt his warmth spill inside of her, his body straining, his head thrown back. Quivers raced through her, waves of heat radiating from the join of their bodies. She clung to him, pressing tiny kisses where they landed, his throat, his chest, his shoulders. 

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, their bodies still joined. Lying sprawled and flushed on top of him, she gazed down at him in wonder. Dazed green eyes stared back at her as he tried to catch his breath. His fingers toyed with her tangled mane. 

"I think we must find the captain."

"You want your brother, now?" She squeaked.

"It's imperative."

Concern flashed through her. Maybe something was wrong. With it. A male thing. "Is, um, everything ok?"

He nodded. 

"Couldn't we just..."

He shook his head. 

"But, I'm naked." Her gaze dropped to where her fingers tugged gently at his chest hairs. "And I don't want to get dressed," she added softly. 

"You don't?"

She shook her head. 

"Why not?" 

"I was hoping you would do it again." Her finger circled a tiny raised nipple.

"Again?"

She nodded, peeking up at him. He looked slightly frazzled. 

"Aren't you, er, tender?"

She blushed, biting her lip. She shook her head. It was only a minor fabrication.

"Er. Then I suppose marriage can wait."

"What?" She cried, head lifting. Devilish green eyes clashed with hers.

"You don't think I kiss all my captives...there?"

His salty mermaid smiled. He felt the impact of it all the way down 'there'. 

"There?" she whispered seductively, wiggling on top of him. Devlin groaned. 





Captured Ch. 05



Ch. 5 - Candlelight

He allowed me those few moments of tenderness, his hand caressing along my sweat-slicked tresses. But it did not last long enough. Before too long, he easily rose with me in his arms, crossing the room it seemed by the number of steps. I was set upon the floor, my legs threatening to give out, as I heard the sound of water. His hands upon my shoulders forced me to sit and relieve myself. After I was finished, his hand urged me to standing before he led me into the shower spray. I was admonished to keep my eyes closed as he removed the blindfold.

His hands were gentle as he washed my hair. The lathered cloth rubbing over curves sensually, intimately. His fingers began thrusting into my pussy and ass, cleaning away all traces of the previous hours. I still did not dare open my eyes. Instead I enjoyed the luxurious treatment. Too soon the hot spray washed away the last traces of the fragrant soap. The thick towel finished off traces of water. His hands strong on my shoulders pushed me to kneeling on the soft carpet.

I felt the comb going through thick auburn tresses. A soft moan escaped my lips at the feeling. After a moment, his low command ordered my mouth to open. I felt the rough bristles and the sharp taste of mint as he cleaned this last hole to his satisfaction.

Rising up at his command, I felt something go around my neck. My face tightened in concern. There was a small tug, and whatever it was tightened. It continued to tighten until I took a step forward. The pressure suddenly lessened. I meekly followed behind him, blindly. I felt lights on my lowered lashes; losing the fight as I dared just a peek beneath them. I should have known better already; he was watching. I had really seen nothing, but, his harsh slap across my face ensured my gaze went dark once more.

The rope around my neck cinched further, as he forced me to move just a few steps more. I felt it fall against my chest as he let go. It did not take but a moment before I felt bands around my ankles, a slap to my thighs making them part lewdly wide. There was the sound of metal against metal as something was attached to my ankles, making my stance even wider. Bands enclosed my slender wrists before they were secured behind my back. 

His mouth was hot on my nipples. Alternating between the two, his hands and mouth brought them to embarrassingly hard points. Before I had enough time to enjoy the pleasurable feeling it seemed a knife was drawn over the left. In reality it was surely just a set of clips; as the partner claimed the right tip. Giving a harsh tug, he chuckled slightly at my outcry.

He angled me backwards. A small padded bar stopped my shoulders; a second one at the small of my back. I could not move for fear of falling. My feet lifted completely from the floor. He left me that way for what felt like hours; the rational part of my brain knew it was no more than a minute or two. When he returned it was with a vengeance. 

The multitude of leather straps all landed in a single swipe. The pain was intense. I nearly faltered from my perch. Again and again the lash fell, his aim perfect. The individual strands too often falling on my tortured nipples, my exposed clit. My cries were continuous now. Begging him to stop. Promising him anything just to make the pain go away. There came a point though, that even though the lash fell with more power, it no longer was just pure pain. I seemed to become one with it, almost looking forward to the next lash. He must have sensed it, I did not doubt he was watching me so closely. I seemed to be flying as I felt that space within me expanding to encompass all thought and feeling. He leaned down, whispering, praising me. His hand was soft upon my cheek. I felt me leaning into the tenderness as much as I had been leaning into the lash those last few times.

I felt him move toward my head where it leaned back. His thick shaft probed my lips, spreading his precum until I opened to him. He slicked his length over my tongue. His hands while they steadied me on the bars tormented my clamped nipples further. The position however allowed him to more easily stroke into my throat. Over and over he buried into me. His balls slapping against my face. When I felt them tighten I was sure this bout of torment would end.

Instead his hips stopped immediately. His cock buried deeply, and yet I could still breath shallowly. I inhaled his masculine scent with every draw. I felt him reaching for something. I had no clue what he might do next, but he seemed to pause longer than needed as if to build my anticipation. 

My scream went unheard although I am sure the vibrations that drug over his vein-studded length made him more than aware of them. I had no clue what had been dropped over my breasts in a slow trail. The heat was intense for only a moment though. Again and again, the trail of heat blazed over red welted skin. There seemed no rhyme or reason when he crissed and crossed over me with the torture. 

His cock seemed to thicken as the substance coated me. I do not believe there was a scrap of untouched flesh by the time he was done. I had started to lose myself once more in that sensual headspace. Suckling on your cock every time you slid it deeper into the heat of my mouth. Needing his attention, needing his cum suddenly. My lust so intense, I knew that I would do anything to reach that promised peak.

"No... please...," I begged as he pulled from my fuck-swollen lips. I felt him step between my thighs. His foot must have stepped onto the bar because my legs seemed to stretch further. His saliva-glistened cock slid into my ass slide with short strokes. It prolonged the burning sensation. My puckered hole had been used well hours ago, but it had already tightened once more. Once mushroomed head passed the tight ring of muscles, he thrusted to the hilt in a single stroke; almost pushing me off the supports.

One hand tight upon my hip, his strokes long and sure. The other hand began sliding over my belly and breasts. I felt the pressure of his touch, but, I could not feel his calloused hands. If I had been aware, I might have realized it more and wondered about it, if I had been more coherent. I felt an added push for a moment and then my skin seemed to be peeled away almost painlessly.

Repeatedly the tautness dragged against my senses. It was almost a pleasurable feeling until one of the pieces had been tucked into a welt, or until he tugged against my painfully clamped nipples. He had saved those ones until last. Pulling the clamps almost simultaneously, my body bowed over the supports. The pain was a white-hot shard that shoved through my body; scorching every nerve. I came apart. Thick syrupy juices sprayed out over his groin, as hips hips pistoned in and out feverishly. Both hands claiming my hips, forcing me onto your spearing length. Copious spurts of cum filled my ass. His cock throbbing as he pulled it out, spurting the last shots over my bared clit.

His fingers and thumbs gripped swollen nipples to pull me upright. My legs were unable to hold me as I fell to my knees. His hands gently tilted my face upward. A thumb against my chin forced my lips open at a touch. His cock coated in cum, slid over my tongue. Without thought I sucked him into the heat, cleaned his length of all traces.

My tongue slid over my lips as he pulled free. Those few moments allowed me to come down from the euphoria. As he urged me to stand, I leaned into him automatically. I have no idea where the warm cloth came from as he rubbed down my body; only that I was grateful for it. Once I was able to stand on my own, he released me from the spreader, and unhooked my wrists. Both sets of cuffs remained. Lifting me upward, he crossed the room, and settled onto the couch, holding me in his arms.



Captured Ch. 05



As soon as Killian heard the knock at the door, he knew it meant trouble. No one but his employer and the men he worked with knew where he lived. No one had permission to visit. No one should be stopping by. 

He looked down at his little captive, sitting wide-eyed in his bed. Katherine was looking decidedly better than she had three weeks ago; her alabaster skin was barely bruised, her glossy hair hung down her back in a clean, shining coil, and her moonlit eyes were soft. She didn't look as though she was being tortured. That wasn't good. 

Knowing he couldn't have more than seconds, he grabbed a length of rope and roughly tied her hands behind her back. He grabbed fistfuls of dusty ash from the hearth and rubbed them across her cheeks and into her hair. Katherine was quickly becoming panicked. "Killian, what is that? Who's here?" 

He grabbed her sharp jaw in his massive hand roughly, kissed her soft lips as if they were made of tissue paper. "I'm so sorry, little one," he said. And then he hit her. 

And then he opened the door. There were three men standing there. Three faces he knew well. Stark, Grey, O'Hanaghan. Three men he'd worked with for years. Three men he'd seen break girls much tougher than Katherine. Women who had been trained for combat, trained for torture; too many times he'd seen these women snap. Too many times he'd helped it happen. His fists were clenched. "Hello," he said at last, his voice a low grumble. "To what do I owe the pleasure, gentlemen?" 

Stark grinned. "The boss thought you might need some assistance," he offered lightly. 

"I don't," Killian shot back, a bit too quickly. "I'll have his answers within the week. The help isn't necessary." His voice took on a steely hint of menace. Stark took a half-step back at the change of tone. Killian Canavan couldn't have gone soft. Those eyes were still the eyes of a murderer. 

"Nevertheless," Grey intoned smoothly. "Why don't we stay until then? Give you a bit of company." 

"Why don't I tear your arms from your body?" Killian countered, with a crooked smile "For trespassing on my property." 

A moment passed in frigid, stilted silence. O'Hanaghan broke it with a short, barking laugh. "Very funny, Canavan. Pour us a drink?" 

Killian laughed too, letting the tension fade. He had no choice. If he fought harder—sent the men away, or killed them—a pack of men would be sent from his boss before he could get five miles. He knew this. He'd been on the other end of this exchange a half-dozen times. It usually turned bloody. It had never ended well. 

He stepped back and let the men into his house. "Sit." He turned his back to grab a bottle of vodka from its cupboard. He heard Katherine whimper softly. He had to force himself to turn around slowly. 

The three men were gathered around his little captive. O'Hanaghan had his rough hand on the girl's milky cheek, running his thick, scarred thumb over the new bruise under her eye. "I see why you were taking your time, Canavan." 

Killian shrugged. He poured vodka into four mismatched mugs and handed them out, unable to breathe until the man's hand was no longer touching his captive's soft skin. "It's been more difficult than I anticipated." 

"I'm sure." O'Hanaghan laughed, his eyes tracing the curves of Katherine's body through the thin oversized shirt she wore. "Sometimes these things happen, don't they?" He drained his vodka in one long swig. 

Grey, finishing his drink, dragged his chair across the floor and sat so close to Katherine that their knees were touching. "Hello, pretty," he singsonged, reaching out a hand to stroke her smooth knee. 

Killian's hand was clutching his mug so hard he thought it might shatter. Stark poured him another vodka. "You look like you could use this," he said. "Stressful day?" 

"Not particularly." Killian swallowed the drink in two gulps, followed it with another mug. He hadn't been drinking much. It was odd to feel the familiar buzz of alcohol through his veins. Odd to see these familiar faces. It was all so well-known to him. Except for Katherine. She wasn't the same as those other girls. She couldn't be. 

He looked at her, met her silver gaze. Her eyes were full of fear, but behind that, he could see that she trusted him. She didn't believe he'd let these men hurt her. 

She was wrong. 

"Who's going to start?" Grey asked. He pulled a small, delicately curved knife from his pocked, and held it up to Katherine's cheek, pressing in to let her feel the razor-sharpness of the cold steel. "I wouldn't mind." 

"I will," Killian almost shouted. 

"Ah, but you've had your turn. For weeks." Grey was frowning a little. "I haven't seen a new girl in a month. Let alone one so pretty." He wrapped Katherine's braid around his spare hand and tugged a little, making her look up at him. "You'll be a good girl, won't you? Give us the answers we need?" 

Katherine was visibly shaking. Her silver eyes were wet with tears, her feathery lashes heavy. "I don't know anything," she whispered. Her sweet voice was hoarse and rough with fear. 

Grey pushed the blade into her skin, just enough to send two fat drops of blood down her cheek. She closed her eyes. 

"Stop. Stop." Killian pulled Grey back. "No need to mark her up, just yet. You just said it—she's a pretty thing. No need to ruin that. Less fun for us, that way." 

He was starting to sound like his old self. The three newcomers seemed to respond to that, and Grey pulled his knife away from Katherine's pretty face. "Fair enough," he said. "Let's see just how pretty you are, girl." 

Killian was swallowing his fourth mug of vodka. His mind was spinning. How could he stop this? What could he do? 

Grey took his little knife, still wet with Katherine's blood, and cut Killian's shirt of the girl's trembling body. As he pulled the cloth away, all four men fell silent. God, she was beautiful. 

The smooth fair skin, the taut curves, the fading bruises. Her full breasts, straining forward as the girl pulled against the rope that bound her arms behind her back, so plump and firm and smooth. Her nipples, so delicate and pink, quickly hardening in the cabin's cold air. Her stomach and legs were slender, but muscled, and even sitting down it was clear that her ass was round and tight. Between her tightly closed legs, they could see the fainted trace of her puffy pink lips and silky slit. 

Seeing her there, Killian remembered the day he first captured her. Tearing her clothes from that perfect body and thrusting his cock so deep into that tight, velvet little pussy. He hadn't fucked her in nearly a month. His cock was suddenly straining against his pants, remembering how hot and sweet and delicious that plump little cunt was. How her skin had shone like glass when he fucked her. How she had even moaned his name for him. He wanted her again, so badly. She was so beautiful, tied to that chair. Her bruises were almost gone. He remembered how good it felt to stroke her after he'd hit her, feel the warmth he'd created radiating from her creamy skin. 

Stark stepped forward and ran his hands over Katherine's firm breasts, moaning as he felt how utterly soft and perfect Katherine's skin was. He traced over her hard nipples, rolling them softly between his fingers. 

"Stop it," Katherine snapped, unable to stop herself. The three men were surprised, laughing a little. 

"Looks like you haven't broken her," O'Hanaghan sneered. 

"I have," Killian growled. 

"Prove it. Let's have her, shall we? Like the good old days. See how obedient you've got her." 

Killian couldn't stop his mind from picturing it. Stark on his back on the floor, his thick, seven-inch cock pointing up as his hand ran up and down the shaft. Grey would lower Katherine down, impaling her sweet pussy on Stark's cock. It wouldn't matter if she squirmed a little, tried to get away. Stark liked it like that. When she'd settle in a little, O'Hanaghan would come up behind her, spread those tight little ass cheeks wide. It wouldn't matter to him; hadn't he already fucked that little ass? Maybe Grey would hold Katherine's ass cheeks wide so O'Hanghan would have an easier time forcing the fat head of his eight-inch cock into Katherine's tight hole. He wondered what she'd think of that—having two cocks in her at once, separated by only her delicate skin and muscles. Feeling them push against each other inside her. He wondered if she'd be wet for it, her juices sliding over Stark's skin, making it glisten. He'd shove his cock in Katherine's mouth then. It'd keep her quiet, and give him the best view—her hard nipples, her smooth skin, the two cocks filling up her holes. Grey'd be stroking his own cock, pinching Katherine's nipples, sometimes holding her down if she wriggled around a bit too much. It wasn't an unappealing picture. His cock was straining against his pants at the thought of it. 

Except for one thing. He wanted to fuck Katherine. He didn't relish the thought of sharing any part of her with these other men. There were other things to consider about that, too. Sometimes the men got carried away. Sometimes the girl suffered the consequences of that. He'd watched as they dug more than one grave. 

By this time, Grey and Stark were each sucking one of Katherine's nipples, their dirty hands cupping her smooth white tits. Her eyes were closed, her mouths screwed shut. 

"She's mine," Killian announced loudly. "You can touch her a bit, sure. Maybe I'll even show you how good she is with her mouth. But no one's fucking her. No one but me." 

He pulled Katherine up roughly, away from Grey's and Stark's drooling mouths. She had purple bite marks on both tits. He was furious they weren't his. 

"Come on, little girl," he growled at her. "Show them how broken you are. Show them how you belong to me." 

Katherine was a smart girl. She knew her best chance at survival was with Killian's protection. She knew she had to convince the other three men that he had broken her, but still someone failed to get any information about her father. She had to pretend to be someone else entirely, to make those two facts coincide believably. It was a stretch, but not impossible. 

"Yes, sir," Katherine responded meekly, making her silver eyes soft and doe-like. "How can I serve you?" 

Killian was grinning wickedly. Smart little wench, she was playing along. He could've kissed her. "Get down on your knees, little one." 

Katherine dropped to her knees in front of him obediently, her little body lithe and lovely in the lamplight. He looked down at her sternly. "Now tell them why we don't have any news for them." 

"I don't know anything, sirs," Katherine croaked innocently. "My father never told me a thing about his business. I hardly saw him." She willed her eyes to tear up, and made her full bottom lip quiver pitifully. "Killian... Mister Killian... He tortured me for the first week I was here. I'd have told him anything to make it stop. But I don't know anything." 

"It's true." Killian shrugged. "We're wasting our time with her. I took my time interrogating her. Honestly. And I hadn't made an official report, because I wanted to be absolutely sure. But I am, now. There's nothing she can tell us." 

"Then she's useless." O'Hanaghan's voice was icy. "But still you won't share?" 

"As I said," Killian sneered back, "she's mine." 

Katherine was still on her knees in front of him. Grey and Stark had crept closer behind her. Grey was running his hand through her hair. 

"Prove it," O'Hanaghan challenged. "Let's see just how well you own her." 

Killian laughed. "You want to watch me fuck my prisoner, O'Hanaghan?" The men were stony-faced. His grin widened, turned steely. "Be my guests." 

He loosened his trousers, pulled out his cock. Only semi-hard, his cock still put theirs to shame. "Show them who owns you," he ordered Katherine. When she met his eyes, she saw a sliver of kindness. In hers he saw a modicum of trust. All he needed. 

She leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth gently, cupping one hand around its base. She dipped forward and back, darting her little tongue over every inch of his shaft. His cock grew and hardened as she began to bob up and down the shaft in earnest, letting herself gag a little every time his cock bounced against the back of her throat. 

Grey was stroking his cock through his pants. Stark was loosening his pants, his eyes on Katherine's pretty, innocent face, her delicate throat full of cock. 

Killian was in his element. Confident that the men weren't going to be a danger to them in the long run, with more control of Katherine than ever, with an excuse to make her his little toy, at least for the day. As long as they played this right, they would be okay. And in the meantime, he got to enjoy his little brownbird. 

He pulled her to her feet and spun her around, kissing the side of her neck and making her shiver. He cupped his hands over her full breasts, twirling her sore nipples a little, just until she whined softly. Even O'Hanaghan was stroking his cock now. She was a vision of sexuality. Who could resist? 

Killian lifted Katherine in his arms and tossed her down onto the bed. He pulled her onto her hands and knees, facing away from the three men. He spread her legs a little, let them see the taut muscles of her ass and the smooth plump lips of her pussy, maybe a glimpse of her little pink asshole. He grabbed her tits again, using them as handles as he plowed deep into her tight chute. Katherine cried out as her body slammed forward. 

He jerked her back to her knees, slapped a quick spank on each of her ass cheeks, leaving bright pink handprints standing out from her alabaster skin. 

"Hit her again!" Stark called out thickly, his hand a blur as he jerked his cock, imagining Katherine bent over his own knee. He wanted to whip her until her lovely skin was striped red and white like a candy cane. He could imagine the sound of a thick birch rod slapping sharply against her shapely ass. Mmm. He wanted to hear her scream. And then, when her legs were shaking, when she couldn't take another hit, he could lift her on his lap. He imagined how wet and tight her little cunt would be, utterly ready for him after her beating. She'd throw her head back and he'd put his hands around her waist, bouncing her up and down on his cock, knowing how sore her little ass would be after her caning. Picturing her face as he filled her little pussy with cum made his cock twitch, and he came, sighing with relief as he watched Killian, still fucking the little prisoner on the bed. 

Grey and O'Hanaghan were getting closer too, and even Killian wasn't sure how long he could last, not with Katherine's velvet pussy clamped around his cock. He heard Grey moan as he finished, and moments later, he heard O'Hanaghan too. Taking care to make it look like he was hammering Katherine harder than ever, he pulled out and let his cum splash across her lower back. 

The men were staring at Katherine with hunger in their eyes. Suddenly Killian wondered if his plan had been ill thought-out. He looked at Katherine, utterly exhausted and delectable on the bed, her legs spread just enough to reveal how slick and plump her little used pussy looked. Could he really keep them away from her?



Captured Ch. 05



"What are you doing?" She demanded, distressed by her sudden fear.

He didn't speak, he didn't answer, and that only led to more of this unsettling worry in her, and disgracefully, excitement, the way he carried her in such a raw masculine manner. She was shaking now, as he pulled her through the thin drapery and dropped her haplessly onto his bed, the fling of his dropping her causing her to become disoriented, and by the time she had realized where she was, in his bed, he had already begun to peel of his jacket and shirt. Sabine didn't know why, but this time seemed different than the rest, he seemed like an animal, not caring that he had torn two buttons from his shirt. She didn't like it. She wanted to get away and she coward as she began to move from the bed.

"Don't move!" There was something in his tone that made her stop, an anger surpassing anything she had heard before she was afraid he was going to really hurt her this time.

to be continued...



Captured Ch. 06



Sabine was panicked. She was staring up at Talos, his bare torso before her as she cowered on his bed. He was angry, she could see it. Talos let his pants fall and stood before his prey naked, his generous dick swaying with a mild hardness. He brought his knees onto the edge of his bed and glared at her.

"Suck me." He ordered.

His demand was not argued with, he had her frightened, he was angry over her questions, and his rage had targeted her. He had always know that eventually this would happen, and in his opinion Sabine should have known it too, maybe she did, because she was suddenly trying to appeal to his good graces, giving in to his demand and taking her mouth over his male appendage. He grabbed her hair again, and there was nothing kind about it as he pulled her down his length repeatedly until he felt he was hard enough. When he felt he was, he suddenly grabbed her thin shoulders and shoved her back into the length of the bed towards his pillows. 

She was forced to brace herself to keep from hitting her head on the wall. Her heart was racing, she was frightened, but excited, there was an excitement, affecting her and she didn't know what to do. His rough treatment made her wonder if he expected her to fight. It was the look on his cold face that told her he might hurt her if she did put up a fight, and before she could think it over he was there, lifting her leg and forcing his hand into her pussy. It was already wet, and that only encouraged him. Talos's touch was different now, full of fury. He had pushed four fingers into her, stretching her and there was pain. She gasped, crying out in plea.

"Stop!" She screamed, trying to push him from her body with her hand, but he immediately slapped her hand, striking her thin abdomen as well, and he paid no attention to the tears forming in her eyes.

"Shut up." He ordered, twisting his hand into her, looking for the barrier that was still there.

She fell back, holding the cramping in her stomach where he had struck her. He had fully taken over again, showing her what he could do to her body and soon she was helplessly moaning, trying to squirm against him.

"You want to know why you're here?" He frowned, continuing to arouse her, "You're here to pay for what you took from me."

He suddenly stopped and threw her weak legs aside, and then did something unexpected as she watched in silence. He reached for the small mask covering the left potion of his face and almost shyly peeled it away, the patch over his left eye with it, and there he stood, his handsome face was blemished with the long scar running down his face, beginning above his brow and leading town his cheek alongside his nose. The left eye itself had no color, and couldn't follow the movement of the right one. He seemed to take a long moment before he was able to meet her gaze again, and then his shame faded as anger returned.

"Do you remember me now Sabine?" He demanded. "You should, it was you who took my face. You drew my blood, now I'm going to draw yours, I just never expected it to be this way."

He was looking upon her as if she were supposed to be afraid of his face, but she wasn't, she had seen worse, it was the man she was afraid of as he lunged onto the bed, pinning her body under his. She began to struggle, he expected her to struggle, but what bothered him was that she had not even bothered to deny his accusation.

Talos glared at her, touching her forehead with his, making certain she got a good look at the scar. He wanted her to know the face of the beast that was going to fuck her. He pushed his hand between their bodies, down to her cunt where he invaded again.

"I live here and always will." He scowled.

Sabine couldn't respond, the way he was pushing into her, building her pleasure, but it wasn't the same as before, he was stretching her, it felt incredible and painful at the same time. She screamed out as he brought his mouth over one of her nipples, pulling at the clamp with his teeth.

"Please." She managed.

"Shh." He responded.

His hand lodged between their bodies began to move, and as she felt his organ sliding between the folds of her chasm she began to squirm, only arousing him more as he slid the head of his organ inside her wet opening, easing it in and out as he had done before.

"Talos." She cried.

He began to thrust his hips, moving slightly deeper every time, and his hands wandered over her smooth skin. He listened to her breathing grow heavy against his own, encouraging him to take her as he felt her hands go to his sides to hold on. He was so hot, and the deeper he moved into her pussy the tighter she felt, he couldn't take it, he needed her body to swallow him. He took hold of her hips and lifted her, pulling her all the way over his intrusion. He filled her completely, wearing her body like a tight glove. She cried out, her nails dug into his sides, piercing the sensitive skin and she cringed against the pain, sobbing beneath him with her tears. He didn't want to hear her cry, not now. He kissed her mouth hungrily, keeping her as silent as possible so he could enjoy himself.

He thrust her with his dick, with as much force as possible, but she was still so tight, tight like her body wanted to cast him out. He grabbed her knees and pulled her legs around him, opening her wider. He lifted her ass with one hand, pushing into her as she arched, and the new position caused her to pull her mouth away from his and scream more. Her nails were sunk into him, digging at his sides, he wondered if she broke skin. He tolerated the pain as best he could and then dropped her again and grabbed her violent hands, pinning them to the bed with his own. Her legs were still wrapped tightly around him as he jolted her body with each stabbing thrust. 

Sabine realized the pain was fading, but she felt dizzy. She arched her back, trying to relieve this frightening feeling, the one that told her she might faint. She felt his mouth at her breasts again, he had the clamps and he suddenly pulled the first off with his teeth, she screamed. He moved to the second nipple, forcing the clamp off, pinching her again, and again she screamed. Her convivial nipples were his for the taking now and he did, sucking them as hard as he could. Her struggle to free her hands only brought him to pump her harder as the feeling of being wrapped in her womb overwhelmed him. He lifted her suddenly, pulling her on top, pulling her further down his shaft and the sudden switch shocked her as she sat mounted over the erect organ.

"Ride me Sabine." He demanded, "Do it!"

She remained frozen as he held her hips over him, and then began to lift her, forcing the action until she complied, tears still soaking her face. She moved slowly, trying to understand, and when she finally did find a tolerable rhythm he followed it with his hips, groaning in ecstasy beneath her. After she rode him for a generous amount of time her knees began to give in, she was still dizzy, and her pussy fell hard over him, stunning her and bringing him immediate, animal-like pleasure. He saw she wasn't going to be able to keep up, mounted over him the way she was, so he rolled over her once again, bringing the pace to a rampant thrust.

"Talos!" She pleaded again.

"Shh... open up Sabine, that's it girl, open to me."

He was moving faster now as she opened gradually for him, wet and perfect. He kissed her neck and slowly she began to relax, but it took time. He pounded his new territory for what could have been hours. The night sky through the window had grown black and it began to rain, the scent drifting through the room with the cold air, and they humidified the bed with their heat. He was all over her, touching everything he could and in the excitement a wandering finger made its way to her rectum again, pushing inside, just deeper than before. Finally he felt the flow of her orgasm, one she would probably not feel as powerfully, being her first time taking in the entirety of a man. But she moaned, a small moan of mixed pleasure and pain and he let out his own muffled sounds, his sweat dripping as he kissed her face sloppily. He felt his own climax coming, and he lifted her body close and tight against his, their skin melting together as he exploded inside of her, giving a few more slow thrusts before he fell out of her chasm along with their mixed fluids. He felt her shaking uncontrollably beneath him and wearily rolled off of her, lying sprawled on the bed against her as a deep calm came over his body. 

Talos breathed heavily, taking in every breath carefully, listening to the sounds of the night, still feeling his prisoner's body around his dick, it was her wetness, and it was glorious. He felt a strong sense of peace, but that all faded when he looked at Sabine. She was staring at his scar, and all of the tension he had just released on her came back with fury. She cried as he suddenly lifted her from his bed, carrying her like she was an immediate threat he had to dispose of. He brought her back to her cold dark prison and dropped her carelessly on the bed before he retreated back into his own chamber, tightly locking the door before he stood there heaving for several moments.

Talos proceeded slowly, stopping as the mirror caught his eye and he went to it, looking at his reflection, what he saw to be his disfigurement. He thought he had come to terms with the hideousness of his scar, but suddenly everything was different. He released a masculine scream just before he threw his fist at the mirror, shattering it and bloodying his hand. His hand burned with ache, but he didn't care, he ignored it as he staggered back to his bed. He could still smell Sabine in the air, over his skin, he was drowning in the pheromones still, and then he came to the place where he had taken her. The sight of her blood over his sheets seemed almost alarming. It was blood drawn when he had taken her, he had expected it, but still, something felt wrong, so very wrong. He felt sick and faint, he covered his face, and wishing he could hide his damaged face from himself he collapsed onto the floor in a splash of despair. 

Sabine felt something strange in her deep sleep, a weight against her. She had not seen Talos in days she suspected, she had lost track of how long it had been. Her body had been recovering. She knew he had been there, he had left food, but always before she had awakened. It had seemed he was avoiding her and she appreciated that, although she had pondered over him and his absence. She had been thinking of ways to escape since she had arrived, and now she thought she might have seen a weakness in her host. 

Talos had always seemed so certain to her before, so strong, but the way he had acted after brutalizing her like an animal said otherwise. He had acted out of rage, with no control and it had looked to Sabine like he had regretted it, not that the thought of his regret softened her anger towards him.

She tried to drift back into her deep sleep, but there was this weight... what was it? Her room was warm and she felt the heat of light under her eyelids. She had not had a fire in days. She forced herself to peek from her closed eyes. There it was, a fire in the fireplace warming her room. And the weight behind her... it was still there. She felt the heaviness shift and then she realized it was skin, warm skin against her back. Her body felt heavy from sleep and she couldn't bring herself to look, but she saw what was on the floor, silk robes and man-sized slippers. She felt something else, just against the crease of her ass, and surprisingly it took her a moment to figure out what it was. It was a half erect penis. 

Sabine froze for a moment, trying to determine if she was being attacked, but then she heard the sound of soft snoring against her neck, and his breath as he shifted again. She began to turn, carefully, not wanting to wake him. She knew he was there but seeing his body half covered in her sheets, naked except for his mask, it felt like she was just then realizing his presence. She looked carefully as he turned towards her again, he didn't look like he was sleeping, he looked like he was passed out, and then she smelled the strong scent of bourbon. He had an opened and half empty bottle in his hand, and as he turned it looked like he might spill it over the bed. He was drunk, and he had passed out in her bed, the idiot.

Sabine carefully pried the bottle from his loose grip before he could spill and silently placed it on the stand to her side. She saw him turning into her, raising his arm like he was reaching for her. She quickly took her pillow and offered it to his arm, and he took it into his chest in her place, hugging the soft pillow peacefully. This was truly amusing. She wondered if he was really so foolish. Passing out drunk in her presence with no worries at all. He should know better; she had no problem with killing him in his sleep. So why wasn't she? She wondered if it was because she was too tired, and then the realization that there was growing dampness in her pussy angered her. Had she really been aroused by his presence? She wasn't sure, and she wasn't sure why she wasn't smothering him with a pillow right now. She didn't understand what had made her reach for his face, and before she could figure it out she was ever so carefully prying off his mask, careful not to wake him.

She looked at the mislaid scar running down his eye. She had always known it was there, even before he had shown her. This was because she was in fact the one who had inflicted it, and as she recalled she had cut him without a second thought, and she thought, she would have done it again just as easily.

Sabine remembered, she always had, she just hadn't thought that Talos would bring her here and ravage her the way he had over something so small, it isn't as if she had cut off his limbs, and she didn't think the scar was terrible. But it had been clear, he was punishing her for inflicting him with disfigurement, what an idiot. She had known that before she had attacked him years before, Talos was famous for his face, the perfection of a womanizing heir. He had been able to charm his way into high places with his father, but that was exactly why she had chosen to attack his face, she remembered. It had been her own revenge.

Talos shifted his leg over hers and she became annoyed when she realized that she wished it were his hands, she wanted him to touch her. The realization infuriated her, how could she want him after what he had done? She couldn't tolerate the idea, there was only one thing she could do. She would have to kill him.

Sabine carefully moved out of the bed and looked over him sleeping there. She imagined he was drunk; it would be fairly easy to smother him with a pillow, but she wanted something more efficient. She lifted his long shirt from the ground and put it on, buttoning it as she walked. It was the first time she had worn clothing in quite some time, but why had she chosen his shirt, the one that smelled like him and awakened her senses? She didn't know. She didn't care. She went to the door leading into Talos's chamber and as she suspected, it was open. She wandered to the other side easily and looked around. There was fire burning in his room as well, and still several candles lit. She went to a wall and looked at the selection of weapons he had mounted there. She wasn't picky. She chose a sharp dagger and held it in her hand as she turned back towards her prison, as if in a trance. She stopped suddenly however, her eyes fixated on the portrait of her mother.

She was walking to the wall now, looking up at the painting. Why? Why wasn't she on her way to kill her captor? She knew that was what she should be doing, but she felt no emotion towards the idea. She decided she would get to killing him soon enough, but now she was absorbed in the painting before her. She didn't know how long she was there staring at it, but she did know who was behind her when warm hands came over her shoulders and neck, and the strong male body pressed against her back.

Sabine had forgotten about the knife she was gripping, rather firmly. She closed her eyes as his lips came over her ear and his hands wandered up the soft shirt she wore to fondle her breasts, her nipples already responsive to the advance. She wondered what she should do. Should she turn and kill him now? Or should she feel him inside the depths of her wanting pussy once more before she felt his blood running over her hand? Before she could decide his hand had moved down her arm, gripping the knife, and she had given it up without struggle. Why had she done that? She wondered as she heard the blade drop to the floor. It didn't seem to matter; she was arching her chest into his hands, her body wanting him while her mind arrogantly argued.

"Stop." She said, unsure if she meant it.

Talos was mildly amused under his pounding hangover, at her argument, even as her body pressed against him telling him that she didn't know what she was saying. He liked the way she had put on his shirt, and he made no effort to remove it. He simply lifted it to stand over her breasts as he touched the soft skin of her buttocks and turned her to face him. She noticed he was wearing his mask again and she reached for it. He assertively stopped her hand and then gently kissed her fingers before leading her hand to his male appendage so she could feel his hardness.

"Look what you did." He mumbled, and brought his own hand to part her clenched thighs, easing his fingers between the gentle folds of her chasm, feeling the moisture, "Did I do this Sabine?"

Her eyes left his gaze. She was relentless in her denial as she let the first two of his fingers wander into her, searching for her clit, and as he found the small mound and rubbed it with his fingers her eyes submissively closed and she raised her knee against him, only making his advance on her easier. Talos felt her body opening as he tiredly maneuvered his way into exciting her further, hearing her soft coos as she came to rest her head against his chest.

"Do you want me inside you?" He asked.

"No." She stated, her body not at all listening to reason as he uplifted her pleasure, filling her with sensational swelling.

Talos moved his free hand over the soft mound of her ass and uplifted her cheek as he groped into her, letting out his own pleasant sound as he felt the slick liquid bathing his fingers between her legs.

"You're not playing fair, my Sabine." He mumbled.

"I can't." She responded, "I hate you."

"You'll never hate me." 

He lifted her by the waist, weightlessly up, and as her legs naturally wrapped around him she was surprised by how smoothly her pussy had mounted his erection, and baffled by the way he filled her completely as she wrapped her arms around his head, offering up her breasts for his mouth. His tongue did not hesitate to wander over the soft rounds and peach nipples.

Talos planted his legs, allowing him to feel her over the entirety of his length before he held her buttocks and began sliding her up until only the shining head of his limb staked through her wetness, and then pulled her back down, letting her weight drop heavily over him, the tightness of her body's grip bringing him to awaken from his sleepy hangover and he whimpered against her ear. He repeated the action, waiting for her to feel it. She had become uncharacteristically silent. He had grown accustomed to the sound of her voice echoing throughout their pleasure. She moved her fingers through his hair as he lifted her again, bringing her down, and she began to pull with her fingers, twisting his hair as if she were going to pull it out while she braced against him.

"Am I hurting you?" He choked out.

She didn't answer him, and he was becoming strained, the way he held her up and the orgasmic pressure built throughout his loins. The way she was holding on pulled his head back and he was using all his control to keep from toppling over and crushing her delicate body under his heaviness. But even with his strain and waiting for her to answer he couldn't help but continue with his actions, pulling her as far onto him as he could with each thrust, and she came farther every time until he thought her mouthing pussy might swallow his balls as well. His knees were shaking and he allowed his masculine moans to escape him, god was she tight around him, and just when he thought his knees might give in he felt her weight on his shoulders as she pulled herself up, moving her hips to meet his actions. She had instinctively begun to pump him, allowing him to curve his arms around her buttocks as she held herself to his body. 




Captured Ch. 06



Chapter 6 - Cleansed

I felt rested as I awoke, eyes remaining covered; I tried to move. I heard the clink of chains rattling at my wrists, my breath quickening, in anticipation and fear. I was hesitant to move any further, not wanting to alert him that I was awake, not wanting to know what else may be held taut.

A low whimper escaped my lips as I heard his steps behind me. This deprivation of sight allowing me some extra measure of senses, knowing it was him, just by the tread of his feet. I felt him come up behind me, his calloused fingers running over my now perpetually naked curves. I could feel the heat rising over my skin, as I felt my body respond to him. I was still in denial of it all, some small part of me, and showing the desire he cultivated was to admit that I was losing who I had been before. Whenever before was.

Thumbs and forefingers pinched my nipples, tugged the soon turgid tips until pain crested the pleasure. His words caressed far lighter upon the shell of my ear. He promised me ecstasy, promised me that after he was done I would want for nothing other than what he provided. He weaved the spell so well. I found myself nodding after each of his declarations. I felt myself arching back into him, in supplication and need. Even as I realized what I was doing, I pulled away, knowing I couldn't move far at all.

That was of course, the worst of all things I could have done. My nipples stretched further, lifting the heavy globes, my voice crying out at the rush of pain. The action must have been the exact thing he was waiting for. Before my lips could close upon the scream, I felt a solid object shoved between them. I drew in a shaky breath, as my tongue tentatively reached to feel it. It was cool to the touch, a circle shape, and as he set it in place fully, it forced my jaws to remain open.

He stayed there against me, the thick hard length of his cock lewdly pressing between the cheeks of my ass as he reached for something else. I heard but was unable to guess at first, at least until the sound of water reached my ears. He whispered a threat or promise, I was not sure. This was the last step in losing what I was. The first step to truly becoming what I was meant to be. It was cold as he stepped back; the air upon my backside, the water suddenly sharp against my front.

His grip was unforgiving as he grabbed mussed tresses. My neck arched back, I would have seen the ceiling if I was allowed sight. Sharp needles of water coursed upward over my body. I thought my skin was split as he raged it over upthrust nipples. Sudden understanding hit me, I tried to turn my head, but his hold was strict. Unable to close my mouth, it quickly filled. I could do nothing but try and swallow the deluge. Some of the spray filled my nose as well. Sputtering, I heard his praises of 'good girl' as I tried to keep up with flow. With an inconsistent pattern, he would pull away the icy water, allowing me a breath. My entire body frozen from within and without. 

I lost any trace of thought beyond what he forced me to drink, stolen breaths, and the harsh hold he had on me. I thought there was nothing more I could hold long before he ever pulled away the hose for the last time. I had become so weak, I could feel the tension in my wrists as my legs seem to give way. Pressure building long before he quit; almost pain now consuming my abdomen. I need to release all that water; but, I guessed it would be a long while before I was allowed to go to the toilet. The harsh spray of water now continued to my back side; seemingly stripping layers of skin in its wake. Almost impersonally it seemed, he pulled apart my ass cheeks, forced the water over the tender pucker hidden there. There was no way to close my legs on the assault. I thrashed slightly, I knew what was next. 

He did not disavow my premonition as the ice water next on my clit. His random praises still offered as if I had asked for such treatment. He almost made it sound as if all that had happened under his control was some reward. The relentless pounding of water stayed steady upon my clit, the pain was too intense. Forced to focus upon that alone, almost brought some sense of transcendence. With nothing but what had been deemed pain, my body and mind seemed to snap from reality; the scream that followed was nothing short of pure pleasure. My hips rocked infinitesimally against the thrum.

His body was fire as he pulled away the water and stepped against my back once more. I leaned into him, craving the heat. As perhaps a reinforcement, I heard him murmur, "Everything you need, I will give. Pleasure, pain, sustenance, release; all of it is mine to control, to reward, and to take away. Never forget that." I nodded, there was nothing else that I could do.

He moved away only long enough to grab some piece, I felt it against my hips, guessing perhaps that it was a sawhorse of sorts. As I felt his hands gliding up my sides, a trail of heat in their wake, I hoped this was the last of it. It was a futile hope. The spreader bar attached to my wrists was merely repositioned, forcing me to bend at the waist. To lean over the piece he had brought in for support. 

His hands caressed down my water slicked thighs to release my left ankle. Pulled upward, it was affixed at what seemed higher than my waist level. The same action was taken upon my right ankle. My body angled downward. My only support the restraints and the bar at my waist as it pressed into my lower abdomen. My legs seemed even further stretched than they had been before; bordering on pain.

I felt his hands caress along my inner thighs. Slicked fingers probed my displayed pussy. Again and again three fingers drove inward, forcing me to accept them, to accept the pleasure. His touch refocused my attention from overfilled bladder. Scissoring his fingers, he widened me further, a fourth suddenly added. Small whimpers were coming from my lips. Regardless of the pleasure, to have so much inside me only added to the torment of needing to relieve myself. I could not even try to beg the option. The ring gag ensuring nothing but unintelligible sound escaped.

His hand curled, suddenly the largest part of his hand was trying to make it in to the small space. Other hand on my lower back, he held me still, forced me to take whatever he would give. The pressure eased for a moment only, as his hand slid into me completely. An action I had only ever read about. The relief was short lived. Expertly his fingers curved, forming around my bladder, massaging it, pressing it down. 

His voice was almost cruel as he reminded me... "Anything and everything to come is mine, there will be nothing left from before." Tears flowed between my covered lashes, as the first droplets turned into a stream of hot liquid. He forced every drop, I was unable to staunch the flow once it began. An almost pleasure at being able to relieve myself overshadowed the embarrassment.

The smell of it rose around me, even as I heard the last of it drained away. His hands once more caressed, parted the taut globes of my ass. A small item was slipped into my puckered hole. I tried not to tense. Confusion ruled, the item was too small to be all that there was, that I knew well enough. I felt it expand. Pain started to replace bewilderment. My incoherent cries rose in force. Just past when I was sure another moment would explode the tender channel, he finally relented. But the respite was another ploy. His soothing tone suggested that if I relaxed it would be better, that tensing would only ensure agony on the road to perfection.

I did not think I would be as bad. I thought the worst of it was over. Even with the attempt to relax there was nothing to prevent the shock. It did not start out as a trickle, or even a light flow, the force of cold water left be breathless as it because to fill my bowels. The pressure of the expanding ball making it impossible to void the contents filling me. Fingers clenched and unclenched. Nothing detracted from the attention focused upon the cold that seemed to coil through my stomach. It may have been minutes, it may have been hours; it certainly seemed like hours. 

Lowering the bar at my waist, my legs seemed painfully stretched as hips followed downward with the bar. Finally, the pressure released, denial seemed my only recourse, as his fingers splayed my cheeks. The fouled water, warmed by my body sluiced forth, following the pull of gravity to the drain.

The bar raised once more, a cloth passed between my splayed cheeks took away any last traces. I could almost feel his gaze wandering over me in assessment. I tried to beg for nothing more. I was certain I could take nothing else being done. My words trapped within my mind as surely as I was trapped within his hold. I trembled in the coldness of sweat drying upon my flesh; the coldness having invaded me too thoroughly. 

I should have moved past denial by now; I knew he could and would do anything he pleased. I knew, too well, that most everything he did, regardless of how it began, the end result was always pleasure and comfort. Perhaps he sensed this understanding touch me once more in the way my body relaxed. His hands lightly petted along my back. His words soothing as he said there was only one more thing to be done. Only one last step to take, to leave me perfect to realize my potential.

I am sure there would be a time I thought the final step one that included such ingenuity; now was not that time. I felt him step between my thighs. I momentarily thought he meant to fuck me. Instead a long thick item was inserted into my shockingly still slicked pussy. Slowly he pulled it back; a small adjustment made and the item began to vibrate my silken walls. 

It took what seemed only moments, for the pleasure to replace all thought. There might be a time I would associated such degradation with the chance of reward. For now though, my body did not seem to care. After what seemed torture, any respite was relief; one to be seized upon. As my climax began to ascend any other thought was wiped away. I lost myself into the sensation. 

Just as the scream began to echo, another sensation overtook one of pleasure. Cold water assaulted my most tender flesh. Filled as if my womb was just a vessel, the residual heat of my orgasm leeched away. I was left mute suddenly by the invasion. After an indeterminate period, my hips were again lowered to allow the now only cool water to pour forth.

I was beyond care for anything beyond getting warmth in that moment. A chill had taken hold and refused to sever its bonds. I registered the sound of water, tears wetting the drenched blindfold. The lightest of mists covered me, warmth left in its wake only fleeting. Every inch touched by the gentlest of spray. 

The bonds released as he gathered me into a large cloth. I felt it wrap around me like a cape just as his strong arms lifted me into his hold. Cradled against him securely, I let go... of thought, emotion, and sensations. Unseen lashes closed downward fully, sleep claiming me.



Captured Ch. 06



How pathetic she must be, Sabine thought. How pathetic to need something from this man she so desperately wanted to hate. She did hate him, for making her feel this way. She moved harder, needing to feel him deep inside, and she felt so wet, she imagined her fluids were running down his legs, because the sound her pussy made every time he entered her was like he was splashing into a pool of thick liquid. Sabine felt herself blush over it, but she didn't stop. She was holding her breath, allowing no sounds, not like Talos, as she concentrated on the building pleasure covering her body until it began to erupt. Sabine let out a cry as she climaxed, and as the waves of her orgasm surrounded him, Talos gasped, feeling every ripple as the juices flowed over his burning organ.

"Damn!" He cursed under the pressure.

Suddenly he felt faint, he knew he was going to fall so he quickly turned and forced himself backwards on the table, not wanting to crush her beneath him. He could let himself climax, he knew he could but when her hands came over his shoulders and pushed him back as she remained mounted on his erection he held himself back, wanting it to last just a while longer, and when he felt the ripples of a second climax coming from his sweet vixen his animal urges came over him again and he was suddenly flipping her back onto the table as he thrust hard into her pussy. Sabine let out a soft cry as his seed gushed through her channel and her orgasm ricocheted his own. 

What had she done? She wondered, breathing with him as his dick fell from her pussy, wetting the table with juices. He pushed of the table and stood in front of her with wobbly knees, like he needed a brace for his tired legs. He was staring at her as she quickly brought herself to sit up and straightened the long shirt to cover up. Shame had struck her and her previous ideas of killing him returned, but she couldn't move, trapped in the glare of his visible eye. He could see her shame, he saw right through her icy exterior and when he began to laugh it only added to her indignity. The bastard, he had dominated her, made her body his imprisoned vessel, just the way he wanted it. She decided to run away from him to hide from her humility but the moment she had left the table he was there, holding her in his strong embrace, still laughing.

"Do you really think you can escape me now?" He asked, "Look at you, you can't even handle your own body... that's why it's my job, face it Sabine, you're mine."

"Never."

"My Sabine." He laughed, "I don't even have to punish you for arguing this time, you're punishing yourself enough." He moved his hand down again, lifting the shirt and touching her dripping center, causing her to shamefully moan before she lifted her hands against him and pushed him away. He didn't even try to come after her as she fled back to her prison, his laughter echoing behind her.

"Sabine!" He called rather seriously as she reached the door, forcing her to look back, "I won't lock my door, you're free to wander in here whenever you like... just stay away from the sharp objects."

She slammed the door on his chuckling. How dare him! That bastard, was he actually so confident that she wouldn't hurt him now? Poor Sabine, she wasn't confident that she would. She forced herself to go to sleep, hoping that she could convince herself that her shameful activity was a bad dream, but in the morning it was no better, and just when she went to pour herself a glass of water she looked up at the sound of a door being opened, but it was the door leading to the hall, and in walked Lady Mara, along with two unfriendly looking guards. Sabine frowned, refusing to be intimidated by the strangers' bold presences.

"Who are you?" Sabine asked. 



Captured Ch. 07



Sabine stared at the older woman and the two guards. She was now somewhat grateful that she wore Talos's silk shirt, at least it was a covering. She was still waiting for the woman to respond. Sabine had asked who the older woman was but all she received was a cold stare, and as for the guards, they were armed, and she quickly began to wonder if Talos had sent them.

Sabine decided because she was only receiving a wicked stare from this woman she would keep her wits about her, so she poured herself a drink of water and looked towards the intruders again, making certain she showed no fear, or sign that she was any type of threat.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Sabine asked.

"No." Mara frowned; looking at what Sabine was wearing, recognizing it as Talos's shirt. "It seems you've become rather comfortable here."

"Not exactly." Sabine frowned. "Who are you?"

"I'm Lady Mara, this is my home you're in."

"Is it?" Sabine replied, "I was under the impression that these lands belong to Lord Talos, just like the rest of the world seems to think. I've never heard of you, Lady Mara."

"Lord Talos and I share the lands." Mara replied, "But that doesn't matter, what does is my daughter, Lara. You see, Lara and Talos are betrothed."

"Ah," Sabine sighed, seemingly unaffected.

"You see," Mara replied, "Your being here has upset Lara, and I simply can't have that."

"Well," Sabine replied, "I hardly see how that is my problem, perhaps you should be discussing the matter with Lord Talos. If it were up to me I wouldn't be here at all."

"Oh I already have, spoken with Talos." Mara frowned, "You see that is why I'm here darling. Talos has seen the error of his ways and he has decided it would be in his best interest to leave you so he may be free to be at Lara's disposal."

Sabine was somewhat suspicious over the older woman's claims. Talos didn't seem to be the kind of man willing to be at anyone's 'disposal.' But still, Sabine couldn't help being a little hopeful, and surprisingly offended at these claims.

"Do you mean to say he has decided to release me?" Sabine asked.

"Well, in a way." Mara smiled.

Sabine watched as Mara looked at the guards, and the next words that escaped the older woman's lips were chilling ones.

"Make it quick." Mara ordered, and then silently stepped back against the door, leaving the guards to leer at Sabine, and as they began to near her she sensed the coming danger.

Talos sat in his study, straightening the documents over his desk. He had made sure to get some work done, and he decided he would finish quickly, and then reward himself between Sabine's warm legs. He looked up and stood when his opened office door was intruded upon and the red haired woman with heavy freckled breasts and brown eyes appeared.

"Lara." He said, "What are you..." He couldn't finish, because the woman had lunged across his desk and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into an aggressive kiss.

Talos began to push her back only to have her lower the top of her blue gown, her heavy breasts waving about freely in front of him, and the surprise of it caused his eyes to widen.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

"Oh Talos!" She moaned, wrapping her arms around him again, kissing his face as he tried to figure it out.

"Lara, I'm going to need an explanation." He stated, pushing her away again.

"It's alright silly." She smiled, "There's no shame in it now, and I can't possibly wait for our wedding night!"

"Wedding!" Talos nearly choked on his own words, "God woman what are you raving about? Cover yourself up!"

"What's wrong with you?" Lara frowned, "There's no need to play hard to get Talos. You know, I think I have been patient enough with you. Now, I appreciate that you agreed to get rid of that little whore but..."

"What?" He demanded, "What are you talking about... Sabine?"

"Is that what its name is?"

Talos's eyes suddenly became dangerous and Lara began to recoil as he grabbed her arm tightly, her breasts swaying against his robes.

"She's not a whore!"

"But..." Lara frowned.

"What do you mean get rid of her?" Talos demanded.

"Well, mother said..."

That was all Talos needed to hear, he had thrown Lara violently into the chair behind his desk and quickly departed. 

Sabine edged back slowly as the two soldiers came towards her. She did not feel the same threat with them as she had with Talos. These men were soldiers, and soldiers she felt she could handle, even wearing nothing but a silk shirt. She decided to remain calm at first, letting the first soldier grab her arm and swing her to her knees as he lifted the small dagger from his belt and raised it over her. She took in a deep breath while he began to bring the blade down towards her chest, but at the last moment she grabbed his hand with all her strength, forcing the dagger into the leg of the second soldier who stood just next to her.

The injured soldier screamed as Lady Mara's face dropped, infuriated that this girl had the nerve to fight back. The soldiers quickly tried to regain control of Sabine but she had already taken advantage of the injured one, taking the sword from his belt. She was ready to fight, if it was for her life, she refused to die on her knees. 

"Stop her!" Mara screamed.

Sabine brought her newly acquired sword up and blocked an attack from the first; only to have the second cut into her side with the same dagger she had used to cut him. She ignored the pain as her blood coated Talos's shirt, and she continued to fight until the soldiers cornered and overpowered her. The first grabbed her from behind and forced the weapon from her hands and as the second approached with the dagger Mara spoke again, her cruel voice cutting into Sabine's ears.

"Teach her a lesson." Mara stated.

Just as Sabine thought her life might be ending the second soldier lowered the dagger and brought the hard back of his hand across her face, causing her head to fall back with dizziness. By the time she could see clearly again, the shirt she wore was slightly torn and the soldier behind her was groping at her breasts in the most unpleasant way as they taunted her. She felt sick as the second soldier suddenly opened his pants and lifted out his dick. It wasn't near the size of Talos's endowment, and it bent to the right in a strange and disturbing manner.

"Put her on her knees." The second stated, grabbing her by her hair.

Sabine flinched as she was harshly forced down and the disgusting male organ of the second soldier was forced between her lips, but not for long. She found it bad enough she had to put up with Talos's organ in her mouth and she abruptly bit down. It seemed that this second soldier was not having the best of luck with Sabine. She didn't really get to enjoy his scream however, because she was immediately kicked in the back by the first and she choked on the intrusive dick as she was forced to let it go.

"Bitch!" The first shouted, pulling her to her feet by her hair and shoving her sore back sharp against the corner of the empty dresser, holding her down as he groped at her breast and the second reappeared, still recovering and angry.

Sabine finally screamed as the second man shoved two of his fat fingers into her cunt, making her spread her legs for him as she struggled, and when she was slapped upside the head again the fight left her and disorientation took over. She was forced to lay there helplessly while they lifted her back onto the dresser and forced her legs apart, both soldiers pushing their fingers into her cunt until it hurt, and disgracefully, she was becoming wet.

"She really is a whore." The first remarked.

"Hurry up." Mara ordered.

But the moment she had said it, the second door opened to where Talos had the perfect view of Sabine with her legs spread as his own men invaded her. Her ass was lifted helplessly under their filthy hands, and the smooth pussy he had become so fond of, opened and being ravaged. The soldiers seemed somewhat surprised as they saw him there. Talos felt so stupid, completely frozen in the sight. Sabine looked up with her sore head, sensing the silence and all her humility increased when she saw Talos. Had he actually come to watch her die? That was it, she had had enough, and she was entirely insulted now. With the soldiers distracted she forcefully drove her elbow back into the nose of the first soldier, likely breaking it, and removed the sword from his belt. 

Talos's eyes widened as he watched, feeling as if he was unable to move, and he heard Mara.

"Kill her!" Mara shouted, she obviously hadn't noticed Talos as the others had, and if she had she didn't seem to care.

Talos looked up from Mara's treasonous order just in time to see Sabine furiously shove the sword towards the second soldier, Talos almost called out to stop her, but he didn't, He let her kill him. The first soldier had already lunged at Sabine, reaching to pull her from his fallen comrade.

"You won't touch her!" Talos screamed, shaking the room.

Mara fell against the wall in fear and the soldier stopped just the same way. Sabine was surprised. Was he saving her? She watched as he walked through all the mixed blood and tore the sword from her hand, and she let him. Sabine was injured and she dropped to her knees just in time to watch Talos kill the remaining soldier on his own, without so much as flinching before he went to Mara and violently grabbed her hair.

"What have you done?" Talos screamed.

"Please." Mara begged. "Talos this is in everyone's best interests."

Sabine noticed more soldiers enter the room and she covered her chest, holding the tattered shirt closed, it was soaked in blood, some hers and some the soldiers. God she hoped she wouldn't have to fight again. Fortunately it seemed they were Talos's guards, and he aggressively shoved Mara towards them.

"Chain her up." Talos ordered, "Her daughter too."

"Talos!" Mara screamed.

"Don't." Talos warned, "Do not push me any further!"

He gave more orders, but Sabine didn't hear, she was too busy feeling light headed, and before she knew what was happening Talos was lifting her up, angrily, like he had before and her fear returned. He was dragging her from the blood soaked prison that was her room, assuming the blood on her was that of the soldiers. How could he be angry with her?

"Are you happy?" He demanded as he dragged her into his chambers and slammed the door, dropping her on the floor at his feet. "Did they help you get off Sabine?"

She looked up, still not understanding and she squealed as he suddenly came down to her, forcing his fingers between her legs and into her pussy discovering her forced arousal.

"Do you really think you can get away with it?" He demanded, "You will never touch another man!"

"I didn't!" She screamed, she was afraid, watching the way he dropped to his knees and opened his pants. 

Sabine didn't understand, why was he punishing her? He looked so angry again. She began to cry, worn from her exhaustion. Her head was throbbing from being struck, and her back throbbed from having been kicked, worse than anything was the pain in her side. She had thought she had only been cut, but now it felt like she had been stabbed, and she was still bleeding. Her pain made it difficult for her to realize that Talos was stroking his dick, right in front of her, making it hard.

"I should have you doing this." He growled, getting her attention.

"No! Please not now Talos, I..."

"Shut up!" He shouted.

Talos grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs up, letting her back hit the hard floor. He pulled her legs to his sides and in one motion he pushed his erection into her. He didn't want to notice she was in pain as she held the tattered shirt tight around her, trying to keep her side from bleeding. He moved his knowing hand against her along with his thrusting dick, and she began to feel the heat of pleasure even through the pain, and at least she was grateful for that. His attack had turned into a way for her to block out the pain. It seemed he wanted her to enjoy this 'punishment' as much as he did. He was heaving, pushing hard into her. Sabine still couldn't stop crying. He told her to shut up again but she couldn't. He finished anyways, releasing his seed into the walls of her chasm. Sabine covered her face as he lifted her into his arms, holding her body close against his.

"You are only mine, only mine." He whispered.

He held her tighter as she grew limp in his arms and he finally realized something was wrong when he felt a hot liquid soaking into his shirt, it was her blood. He suddenly pushed her back and stared at the strained look on her face.

"What have they done to you?" He demanded, noticing the way she held his shirt tight as she refused to answer. He quickly tore the ragged shirt from her body. He saw the deep puncture in her side and the blood running. 

Reacting quickly he approached her more carefully, holding the rag to her wound to help with the bleeding and he touched her back to help her up, only to have her flinch against his hand. He quickly looked over her shoulder and saw the dark boot mark on her back.

"My dear Sabine." He sighed. "You must tell me everything that happened."

"No." She sobbed, she was breaking down now, her tears streaming. She had just about all she could take from this horrible place.

He reached to touch her face, his touch turning soft again. She still flinched against his hand, and he didn't like that. Was she really that afraid? The sight of her tugged at him, and with careful hands he put his arms around her again and hugged her, letting her cry into the collar of his shirt.

"Shh," He hushed, "It's alright, I'll take good care of you."

There was something about the way Sabine slept. She always looked so comfortable in her sleep, and it was always tempting for Talos to crawl into bed with her just to sleep. He never did that though, only the one time when he was drunk. Mostly because he thought if he crawled into bed with her every time the way she slept appealed to him she would never actually get any sleep, and most of the time, he needed her rested.

He had moved her room. It was disappointing, not having her so close anymore, but he would never put her back in that room, not the room where blood had covered the floors. He had chosen a nice room for her, a better one, he thought. There were two fireplaces, so she would always be warm. There was still somewhere for her to bathe, and he had furnished it with soft places to sit and soft rugs for her gentle feet. He had made sure the room was decorated in the perfect olive green to match her eyes, and he hoped she would like it when she woke up.

She had been recovering from her injuries for days, and rather nicely he thought. There was only the mark of a thin scar on her side now, still brought together with stitches. It was a reminder to him how delicate she was. He would never let anyone hurt her again.

He smiled to himself as he watched her stir from her sleep, she was face down holding her pillows, stretched over the bed, her smooth skin wrapping her body and curving down her buttocks, which he had the perfect view of as it arched over part of the tangled sheets she had thrown from her body when her room had become too warm. He wondered if she knew what she was doing to him, stretched out so provocatively in her bed.

As she began to wake he decided to remove his shirt and dip his hands into the container of sweet smelling oil near her bed. He climbed over her carefully, straddling her without actually sitting on her. He knelt down and gently blew a few hairs from her head that were lingering on her back, causing her to flinch with the chills, and when her back was bare he began to massage in the oils, over her back, her neck and her arms. He had missed touching her while she was recovering. He hadn't even been able to talk to her because of the medicines. A surgeon had explained that she had become hostile during treatment, and it was best if she could sleep until she was well again. Talos had laughed at that, his Sabine hostile, of course she was, and although he normally would be seeking out punishment for that type of behavior, he was relieved because for once it wasn't aimed at him, and besides, it also meant whatever had happened with the soldiers had not destroyed her. She still had strength in her yet.

It seemed to take her a few moments to awake under his touch. She was still groggy, probably from the medicines she had been given. She tried to get up but he leaned against her back and spoke into her ear.

"You're beautiful, you know."

Sabine tried to look around, knowing she was somewhere different.

"Where am I?" She asked.

"Not far from where you used to be. Relax."

She noticed something as he continued to massage her with oils. It was the painting of her mother, propped against the wall not far from where they were. Talos noticed her looking.

"I thought you'd like it in here." He said.

"Why do you have it?" She asked.

"You're mother and I were friends."

Sabine jolted underneath him and he quickly kept her down. He had expected that to upset her.

"You have no rite to say such a thing." She stated.

"Why is it so difficult for you to believe? Is there something you remember about me that you're not admitting to?" He retorted.

"No." She frowned.

"Then don't argue." He moved down her body and felt her flinch as his hands began to kneed the cheeks of her bottom, making the area slick with oil. "And stop struggling Sabine, this is good for you."

"It's unnecessary."

"I will decide what is necessary." He replied, "Tell me how you feel."

"Restrained, lucky for you."

"Do you feel pain?" He asked, ignoring her comment.

He had sounded somewhat worried and it took her by surprise as she began to remember how terrible she had felt just before she had passed out in his arms. It came to mind that although still achy, she did not hurt as bad as she had before. She wondered how long she had been out as she cautiously brought her fingers over her own side and touched the stitches. Talos saw her hand move and suddenly lifted her fingers from the injury, guiding her hand back to where it had rested near her face.

"I was worried." He offered.

She looked resentful, but he couldn't blame her, not after the way he had treated her after walking in and seeing the way the soldiers restrained her. He hadn't expected to feel so strongly at the time, and even thinking of it now angered him. She belonged to him and no one else, certainly she would come to understand why he had behaved the way he had.

Talos moved down to massage her legs. By now his touch had her squirming as she resisted the oncoming arousal. He smiled; pleased he still had the same effect on her. He was somewhat surprised when she spoke, and at the nature of her question.

"That woman, Lady Mara, she said you are to marry her daughter."

Talos was suddenly feeling a knot in his chest. Was Sabine jealous? No, not his Sabine, she wouldn't be jealous, but then, why was she asking?

"Mara was my stepmother." He decided to answer. "When my father died she began obsessing with the idea of Lara and I marrying, but I never planned on that. What she told you simply wasn't true."

"She said you were the one, who ordered me dead."

Talos was suddenly lengthwise over her, and he had rolled her body so that she was facing him. He had been somewhat aggressive in it, forcing a gasp to escape Sabine so he quickly loosened his grip and gently rubbed his hand over her collarbone. She didn't seem entirely happy with his current possession over her but she also seemed much too tired to fight him.

"I told you before," He said, "I never intended to kill you... did you believe her Sabine?"




Captured Ch. 07



Chapter 7 – Claimed

Waking had become a lesson in restraint, in more ways than one. Initially, it was only that I had to be wary of what I would not see. Whether or not I was immobile, whether or not I was alone, whether or not any part of me would remain when he was done with whatever test he had next planned. It then became a matter of whatever position he held me in. I could try to fathom his plans, based on that position; however, rarely could I imagine anything as intensive as what finally played out.

My breathing must have quickened, some twitch that is a tell-tale for awakening. Before I had even fully realized my situation was not that of some unending nightmare, his hands roamed over bared flesh. After my last session, I tried to do nothing but hold still for his touch. I had learned the price of flinching; it was more than I was willing to pay again. A shiver rushed through me. He must have taken it for arousal rather than terror as he leaned down to press his lips to mine. 

His tongue demanded entrance. I easily cowed to his wants. As the kiss deepened, my arousal rose. It had become an automatic response. He knew how to touch, how to enflame, how to ensure there was nothing short of perfect compliance. My hands tried to reach up, only to realize that once more I was truly captive. All four limbs held motionless by more than one bind. The racing of my heart was both trepidation and need. 

Lifting from the kiss, I could feel him searching for any nuance in my expression. He must have been satisfied with what was found, based upon what I heard next. "Now all of this hard work comes to fruition, my sweet. Everything I have tested you for, was not only passed, but you excelled beyond my hopes. Today is the final reward."

His words were almost cryptic in that none of this was asked for, nothing I did was of my own free will. Granted there had been times, before, that I had thought of such things. Read books that would have allowed such fantasies to take hold in my mind. But, that was all. I never would have acted upon them. Well, not beyond the occasional masturbatory interlude. How did he think then, that I had asked for such treatment? There must have been some confusion in my sightless gaze up to him; I could hear the chuckle in his voice, as his hand brushed along my hair line. "Oh, I know you had not asked for this. But, when I saw you, talked to you, I knew then this was the only place for you. That once the falseness of the world you lived in was stripped away, that you would shine like no other, my dear. That once you learned the truth of yourself, you would attain perfection, kitten."

I tried in vain once more to place his voice; but, again it eluded me. He admitted to knowing me, to having spoken with me, why could I know recognize him? I longed to reach for the blindfold, to see his face; it was not to be. A small sigh escaped my lips. It must have been the signal he was waiting for.

Leaning over me, his lips captured a single nipple. The suction was exquisite. I could feel the tip tightening, the pulls of desire once again shooting to my core. I luxuriated in the touch. I wish I had known it was only a precursor to his real intent. Within moments, I felt the taut hold of some sort of clamp. A cool brush of a cloth over the tender flesh and a strange scent reached my nostrils. I had almost placed it, before the sharpest of pains attacked me. My sudden intake of breath eliminated the possibility of screaming. The pressure of it was momentary, before a tugging sensation replaced it. I really did not have any idea what he had done. I was not even really sure that I had not momentarily blacked out from the experience. It seemed one of the smartest of his choices that he had bound me as thoroughly as he had done; as I felt the attention shift then to my left breast. I began to fight the straps at that held me. Movement was not an option, however, and he would continue regardless of my attempt. I begged him not to do the other one... whatever he had done. I still could not quite fathom. He just assured me that it would be over soon, and this was just to make sure I never forgot. As he prepared the second nipple for its torture, I continued to beg. Nothing stopped him. The second one was perhaps worse than the first, because I knew what was coming.

As he finished the torment, he moved between my splayed thighs. His hands glided along the creamy flesh. He murmured a comment about how beautiful my breasts were now. He told me how perfectly marked I was. I felt his cock prod against my entrance. I was shocked there was even an ounce of wetness there to ease his passage as he thrust inward. Holding himself motionless once buried to the hilt, he leaned down and placed a featherlight kiss on each pained tip.

Nothing could detract from the pain that still coursed through the dark tips. But his continual thrusts began to at least provide a distraction. I could feel the desire begin to build. His one hand curved over my hip, thumb and forefinger toyed with my clit. The nub hardened under his knowing touch; lifted free from its small hood. 

The sound of slickness rose with each slide of his thick cock. His hips slapped harshly against my ass and inner thighs. The weight of his sack kept time with his thrusts against me. As the pleasure surpassed the pain that began this interlude, I should have been wary. I knew better today than I did yesterday; certainly far more than I knew before at the least.

He pinched my clit just as the orgasm crested. This should have sent me spiraling out of control. This should have ensured satiation. This would have done that and more, if he had not chosen that exact moment to complete the triad of pain. Whatever he had began with my breasts, I could only now hope was truly done. I felt that similar tugging sensation in my most sensitive of skin, just before I felt the hot spray of his cum overflowing my pussy. 

As he pulled free, his copious cum trailed down the crack of my ass. The small sound of chain did not even register to my fogged mind as I gave way to the darkness that had threatened to consume me. 

I woke some time later, to the feel of a cool cloth over my unsecured limbs. Tenderness denied my wish it had all been some twisted nightmare. It felt as if I was set upon the floor. His strong grip urged me to kneeling there on the cool floor; I imagined it must be some sort of tile. I felt his warmth behind me. Surprising even myself, I leaned back into him. He released what must have been a pent up breath as his arms wrapped around me. 

He softly questioned if I was ready. "Ready for what?" I replied. He said that it was time, now that I had fully proved myself, it was time for me to finally learn everything. I trembled slightly, wavering in my eagerness to learn the truth as it weighed against what I already knew of the truth. The truth of what I had gone through. The truth of what I had learned of my own desires. The truth of what I had begged from him. I did not quite trust my voice, merely nodded in answer. 

His hands coursed along my sides, upward, brushing my hair off to the side. I felt his lips caress my neck just once, before he stood. As the blindfold began to lift, I closed my eyes against the light. He told me to open them, to look on what I truly was. 

It took a moment for me to comply. His tone was understanding and yet firm as he told me to open my eyes. In front of me was a mirror, no higher than the top of my head, although it reached all the way to the floor. All I could see within the mirror was this strange woman. I barely recognized her. She was familiar, but so changed from before. 

One hand reached tentatively up, tracing the chains. There were three of them; one from each of the small gold hoops. They met just to the center of triad. Loose at the moment, I instinctively knew that to affect one was to affect the other two. 

I saw his hand caress along her hair; watched as she leaned into the touch. I heard him say how much more beautiful she was now. And as she turned her head, I instead saw him standing there above me. His hand turning slightly, gripping silken tresses to arch the neck more perfectly. 

Mouth opening on realization. I knew who he was in that instant. I tried to comment, but instead found my mouth filled with the wide girth of his cock. His other hand joined the first, trapped and held my head still as his hips thrust forward again and again. He took rising pleasure as my mouth became more compliant; as I gave into his desires, forgot everything else for the moment. 

My hands rose up to caress his thighs, massaged the muscled limbs. The left one continued upward, cupping his sack. I felt as his cock swelled, he pulled back that final time. With my lips still parted, he began to spurt over my outstretched tongue. The thick seed trailing down my neck and pierced nipples. 

My eyes lifted to him, the recognition offered in them. Waiting for some denial all I received instead was a nod, as he answered. "You did not think a small obstacle such as another country would keep you from me, did you?" Shaking my head, because I should have known it would not. We had shared too much over our time together. The stories, the pictures, the text... all of them merely solidified how well we fit together. I should have known his threats to take me, to make me his own were not idle. 



Captured Ch. 07



"I thought if you wanted me dead you would at least have the guts to do it yourself."

"You're smart. Do not worry about Mara; I have taken care of her. I haven't killed her. She was my father's wife, so I still feel some responsibility, but her status in my home, along with her daughters has been diminished.... I'll kill her though, if you ask me to."

Sabine stared, startled by the offer. He would kill for her but he kept her as his prisoner? Was he really so unstable? She suddenly realized he was waiting for a response from her and she shook her head, having no interest in being responsible for another woman's death. She noticed the familiarity of his hands on her again, touching her gently, and for a moment she thought his hands felt kind. She had forgotten to struggle until he began to kiss her neck, causing her nipples to stiffen under the chills it sent over her. She had tried so hard not to become aroused by this man and every time it happened she felt like it was her duty to put an end to it. She did this time, by turning her body and escaping his grasp as he rolled to his side and looked slyly towards her as she sat up, trying not to become lightheaded. 

"When will you stop fighting me Sabine?" Talos sighed.

"When you let me go, or when one of us is dead, whatever comes first."

"I take it you're feeling better." He remarked, "Good, because it has been difficult over the last few days, being unable to have you."

Before Sabine could react he was up again, pulling her into his lap with her back against his chest. She whined in protest as he brought his hands to her breasts, pushing them together in a massaging motion, stretching her chest as he clung tightly to her, his dick becoming hard in his pants beneath her seat.

"Please don't struggle today Sabine, I don't want to hurt you."

"Then leave me alone."

"Never." He smiled.

His grip around her was tight, and she felt warm and relaxed in his arms, even as her mind urged her to get away. She let him hungrily suck at her neck, and the sensation released much of the tension from her body. She was helpless again, submitting to his hold and closing her eyes against him while his hands roamed her body, tickling her back and breasts, so careful not to harm any remaining injuries, and when his hands moved over her inner thighs she felt the chills everywhere. She wasn't even alarmed when he turned her again, moving over her back as he allowed her to relax face down. He began to kiss her shoulders, feeling somewhat relieved she wasn't yet struggling, which meant he didn't have to restrain her. Having her body so close again and taking in her sent was the perfect scenario and it easily aroused him, the image of her tight bottom in his mind. He kissed his way down her back, using his tongue and tasting the sweet oils he had applied. His gentle aggression caused the soft moans to escape his quarry as his hands moved over her bottom again. By this time Sabine was lost under his touch and didn't seem to notice when he removed his pants and coated his erection with the oils until she felt him between her thighs, his male appendage sliding along the lips of her moistened clit. He lied over her back again and kissed her cheek as his weight gradually came over her. He was beginning to feel her tension return and she tried to sit up, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his arm under her to take her breasts against his hand.

"Relax." He insisted.

"Don't." She whined.

"Shh, Sabine, you're body wants me, I won't hurt you."

She whined more under his grasp and then moaned as he parted her legs with his knees and he pushed the head of his penis into her vagina. He slid in softly, as his body shook over her, controlling the amount of pressure he pushed inside of her. He wanted to thrust his way inside again, feel her tight around him as he pumped her like a rabid animal, but he had other plans, and Sabine only began to realize his plan when she felt his hand as it began to part the cheeks of her ass, his finger moving into the tiny hole, making circling motions to slowly open her. Sabine knew it was time to struggle but she couldn't, captivated by the feeling until his dick suddenly left her pussy, and even then she heard herself protest, but not because she wanted him to stop.

It was quite sudden as his male organ moved up her smooth crack and the head penetrated the small hole of her ass. Suddenly Sabine had had enough of her own submission as she struggled against him, only causing him more incentive.

"No!" she whined, but he held her close, pushing in further.

"Shh." He hushed, rolling from her back, bringing her with him as they turned to their sides.

Sabine began to breath more heavily, feeling his intrusion in her virgin ass, and it was painful, every time he eased himself in more. She clung to his arm that wrapped around her chest and winced against him, now unable to fight because of the shock she felt over the situation. Just as she thought the pain couldn't get any worse he pushed his full length in, moaning with the feeling of her tightly around his organ, his cries of pleasure burying Sabine's cries of pain. He began to thrust into her, trying to restrain from going to hard. She thought she was going to split open, and then, sudden relief as his hand moved around, between her thighs where he rubbed her clit. Her pleasure and pain mixed until suddenly her pain faded and she breathed heavily against him, aroused by this new sensation. He pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, and then three, she almost felt filled and she moaned against the sensation.

Her ass was tight and warm. Talos almost couldn't bear it. He grunted against her, her hair flinging over his face with every thrust. He could hardly control himself as he turned her over again, lying between her legs and over her back. He lifted her hips against him until she was on her knees, her nails digging into the bed, twisting the sheets until she had fallen over her arms, her face in the pillows and he rode her. Sabine was growing hot, she felt the orgasmic pressure building and then suddenly the burst of his seed in her rectum, as he was unable to control himself any longer. Knowing she hadn't cum and so pleased with the way she had felt he suddenly flipped her over, giving her no time to unwind as he pulled her knees over his shoulders. Sabine moaned out as he plunged his tongue into her vagina, licking and then mauling as he moved deeper inside her. She shivered in ecstasy as his hands moved up her body, pulling her nipples as she squirmed against him. She had no means to fight him or this incredible feeling off as she threw her own arms back as the waves of orgasm flowed through her and her juices covered his mouth and he continued to lap them up, cleaning her gently and letting her body calm, and just when she thought it was over he suddenly pushed his fingers into her chasm, making certain she remained aroused as he looked up at her again.

"I'm going to ask you some questions Sabine." He said gently, "Do you remember our game?"

Sabine frowned as a faint feeling came over her. Why was he torturing her?

"Please don't!" she shook her head.

"Shh... tell me what happened to you, what did the soldiers do before I came in?"

Sabine felt tears filling her eyes as she was brought to remember the horrific experience, one she had no intention of sharing with him, and it was humility on top of humility.

"Did you like what they did to you while Mara was watching?" He asked.

"No!" Sabine screamed.

"Tell me what happened."

"Talos please, no."

He brought his tongue over her clit again, licking assertively as he came up every once in a while to ask a question, her pleasure never ceasing because his hand was always in her chasm to keep her roused while he interrogated her.

"Did they touch you here?" He asked.

"You know they did!" She retorted.

"Did you touch them?"

"No," She cried.

"Did they fuck you Sabine?"

"No!"

"Did they put their dicks in your mouth?" He demanded. Talos realized that she suddenly became silent with the question and he frowned and heightened his assault on her pussy, causing her to moan before he asked again. "Did they?"

Talos watched as despair and shame came over her face and she forced herself to nod. That had been difficult for her, but realizing it was difficult for him as well, because all this had happened right under his nose and in his own home.

"Did you suck them off?" He asked, needing to know more, and then he spotted the familiar look of anger cross her eyes as she looked directly at him.

"I..." She suddenly sounded shy.

"You what?" He demanded, squeezing her clitoris between his fingers, rubbing as she let out more moans before he relieved some of the pressure.

"I bit..." Sabine couldn't bring herself to finish, remembering her teeth over the soldiers cock, he had deserved it, but it was still embarrassing to say out loud, and remembering made her skin crawl.

Talos was suddenly daunted at the realization, and he was also amused and pleased that she had not allowed another man to put their dick in her mouth.

"You bit him?" He asked, trying not to laugh. His amusement subsided however when he saw she was not enjoying it the way he was. For the first time she looked truly sad to him.

"I'm sorry Sabine," He sighed, "but I need to know what happened."

He pushed his tongue into her again, and she gasped as his mouth moved in sporadic motions over her chasm until she felt herself pushing into him, squirming for release, her thighs tightening around his neck until he had to hold them off, and in her bursts of pleasure she began to cry tears through her raging emotions.

"That's all." Sabine finally sobbed, "That's all that there was, please Talos, please don't make me talk about it, you saw the worst of it."

He heard her cry and couldn't listen to it anymore. He pulled her legs around his waist and rammed his readied organ into her pussy, thrusting as he held her comfortingly. He cooed coaxingly into her ear, assuring her and trying to ease her sorrow while he caringly made thrusts with his male sex. It seemed to take a while, the way he was moving so gently, but then her orgasm surrounded him and she gripped his shoulders, his ejaculation echoing her own. He lay still imbedded inside her for several moments seeking out her peach lips with his tongue and kissing her possessively. He tucked her hair behind her ear and gently pushed some tears from her face.

"Don't be sad Sabine." He insisted, "I have a surprise for you."



Captured Ch. 08



Sabine felt oddly calm as she walked naked through her new prison, the new chambers Lord Talos had taken such care in providing for her. It hadn't been very long since she had been in tears over his torment and interrogation, as she was forced to admit what had happened with the soldiers. She wondered if this new calm was due to the tea he had insisted she drink, apparently it was supposed to help her body recover from injury, but it felt like it was causing her to be placid more than anything.

Talos was still there as she left the secluded corner where her new bed was. He had a surprise for her, although Sabine didn't exactly care about any surprises he might have, if anything the idea frightened her, but he had given her time to rest before calling her from the bed, and he watched with his visible eye, pleased that she was looking over the room. He wanted to ask if she liked it but he was fairly certain that her answer would most likely be offensive. Talos was aware that he had a temper, and most recently he had decided he should start taking partial blame when she became agitated and he had to 'punish' her. He decided the best way to avoid a spat with his new lover was to stay silent over the smaller things, at least until she got used to the idea that he would never let her leave him. He had decided that in time she would admit to the undeniable way that she felt when he touched her, and maybe then she would be able to really talk to him, the way he wanted her to. 

Sabine stopped in front of a sofa and looked down at the pink gown he had laid out for her, the silky material matching his own darker attire. He had thought the color would look perfect against her smooth skin and olive eyes. He was waiting for her reaction, her sign of approval, almost the way he did when he ravaged her, but she looked uninterested and he was becoming easily annoyed.

"Do you like it?" He finally asked.

"It's a dress."

"You're observant." He remarked, "Do you like it?"

He watched her run her hand over the thin material for a moment before he let out a breath and lifted the gown, taking her by surprise as he carefully pulled it over her head. She lifted her arms in compliance and allowed him to straighten the gown over her body and then fasten the back of the dress, pulling it tight around her waist, lifting her breasts just slightly.

"I thought you might like a change." He explained.

"Meaning clothing?"

"Yes, there is a closet over there, there are other gowns... would you rather be naked? Because I wouldn't mind."

She felt his hand curve over her ass and she stepped away from his wandering fingers to face him.

"I just don't think I've worn a dress since I was a child." She replied.

Talos frowned as he remembered what she was wearing when she had first arrived, pants and armor like a man. He had cut those cloths off of her, and in his opinion he had done her a favor.

"A dress suits you." He stated, "And you should get used to wearing them... I have something else for you, here."

Talos had unexpectedly presented her with an envelope, it had already been opened but she immediately recognized her family seal and involuntarily sat on the arm of the sofa as she opened the letter and began to read, paying no attention to Talos behind her as he lifted her hair from her shoulders, twisting and twirling it over her head and dropping it again in repeated motions.

"My brothers know I'm here?" Sabine said, "They are threatening to come get me... why are you showing me this?"

"You may write back to them." Talos replied.

Sabine was surprised by the offer but then became utterly suspicious.

"You mean you will tell me what to write."

"You may say what you like, but I must urge you to insist they do not do anything foolish, there is no need for bloodshed."

"You intend to keep me prisoner and you think there will be no more bloodshed?"

"Don't think of yourself of a prisoner Sabine. I will give you more freedom as soon as I learn to trust you."

"You expect me to believe that?" She demanded.

"I suppose I can't expect that of you just yet, but to show you that I am true to my word, you may have visitors. Your brothers and your mother may come here, but there must be no guards involved, and you will not be allowed to leave the grounds."

He watched as Sabine stared at the letter and then tears began to swell in her eyes. This was difficult for him to understand, after all, considering the past he was being more than generous. He caringly touched her shoulder anyways.

"Don't be sad, my Sabine, it will get better, I promise you." 

She suddenly slapped his hand from her shoulder and glared up in fury, remembering her mother.

"My mother is dead." She informed him.

Talos was just getting over the sudden slap to his hand, he was going to show her it was a mistake to touch him like that but her words seemed to stop him, and as he took in the information Sabine noticed some strain in his face, like he actually cared. She knew better than to believe he cared, and her brief question over the matter was put to rest when he turned his back on her and began to walk towards the door to leave. She suspected he would lock it and leave her there until he felt like ravaging her again, but instead he opened the door into the hall and waited.

"Come with me Sabine." He called, "You can return the letter to your brothers later."

She stared at the opened door. He wanted her to go out? Why? And where? She was once again baffled and several moments passed as he waited.

"I'd prefer it if you would come now." He said, his tone growing impatient.

Sabine stood up and obediently followed him from the room. It was no surprise that he threatened her with a 'punishment' if she were to misbehave while they went on their way. Sabine didn't seem to care. Whatever medicine he had given her made her tired anyways, and much too docile to try anything. She'd bet that he had planned it this way, making sure she would be in no condition to escape if he took her out. She didn't know where they were going. It was the first time she had been able to see the fortress, but in her current state she felt like they were wandering into one corridor after another, almost like they were going in circles, and then she realized the dark halls themselves went in circles.

Sabine noticed some guards in the halls. It made her uneasy, partly because of her previous experiences and partly because she was a prisoner here in her enemy's home. She also felt out of place, barefoot and wearing the gown Talos had selected for her. She knew it was better than being naked but she never would have chosen a gown such as this to wear, the kind that made it easy to see she was bare underneath. She felt herself crossing her arms over her chest, her nipples tightening from the chill of the halls. It was not like Sabine to walk with her head bowed, but lately she was beginning to feel like only a shadow of the woman she had once been. Talos noticed her discomfort and took her hand, leading her as he held her against him, bringing her to feel safe. Safe? What was she thinking? How could she possibly look to her captor as her protector, her savior? She couldn't think, not as her thoughts swayed through the fogginess of her mind.

"Lord Talos." She finally said.

"Lord?" He repeated, somewhat amused by her sudden formality.

"What was in the tea you gave me?" She asked.

"It was only something to help you relax. Don't you feel well? I will carry you if you ask."

"No." She frowned.

It seemed like they had been wandering through the fortress forever, when actually not much time had passed at all before he led her through shining doors and into brighter halls where several people passed now, men, women and servants. Many stared at Sabine, but by this time she didn't care. She wanted to know where they were going but she didn't want to ask, and then just as she thought her head might fall she felt a burst of fresh air and was aroused awake at the realization that they were outside, in a small yard at the center of the fortress. She could hear birds and a stream of cold water, and she could smell the aroma of the outdoors. She forced herself to look up and saw a blanket on the soft grass and a picnic basket, making her wonder what time of day it was, and when the last time she had eaten had been. There were guards at the four surrounding doors leading into this yard, but Sabine noticed they all left and the doors were sealed upon their arrival.

Talos let her hand go and watched her step past him and look around with a dazed expression. He imagined part of it was the medicine, but he had expected her to act this way upon being outside again. He smiled as she stepped into a patch of sunlight, unbeknownst to Sabine that he could see the curve of her body clearly through her thin gown. He had liked the way she looked in his shirt, and that was part of his reasoning in selecting a wardrobe for her. Now, he certainly did not regret it. His lust for her was already strong again, but first things first, she needed to eat something.

Sabine sat to picnic with him with no argument and he was sure she ate a fair amount against her fast fading appetite before he let her stop. He watched her for a long time, as her gaze met everything but him. That was all right, he liked watching her, and he liked to see her beauty fully in the sunlight. He thought it a pity that she had worn armor before she came to him, and pants like a man. He wondered if anyone had been able to see her beauty as he did now. Then again, it was fortunate for him if they hadn't.

"Drop you dress." His voice interrupted her silence.

Sabine looked his way in sudden alarm, wondering why he was demanding such a thing.

"I want to see your breasts." He informed her, "Out here, in the light."

As he suspected she quickly began to cross her arms in an effort to hide.

"Sabine," He sighed, "You know better than to think you'll win. You can't say no to me."

"I say it all the time."

"Yes, but you never mean it." He laughed, "Now do as I say and drop your gown. No one can see us from here, unless you try my patience and you are escorted back to your room naked."

Talos knew he wouldn't do that, but it was a matter of play for him. he liked to watch her squirm in his threats, knowing full well that she believed he would make good on them.

Sabine was glaring with her cold stare again, contemplating his request and his threat. She felt frozen in her skin, but at the same time there was the distinct feeling of excitement flowing through her as her drowsiness subsided and a warm feeling came over her. She couldn't believe it; his simple request had aroused her. She began to reach for her shoulders to submit to his order as he watched intently, wondering if she was going to obey without further argument, his male sex growing firm against his pants as he waited in anticipation while he watched her raise herself onto her feet, squatting across from him like she might pounce. Just when he thought she was going to bare her breasts to him a sly look appeared in her olive eyes, one he did not recognize, but he could feel the ideas swarming in her head before she suddenly retreated from him and into the thick mass of surrounding trees. Talos rolled his eyes and let out a breath as he gradually stood and walked gracefully in the same direction.

"Really Sabine," He called, "You've chosen the worst place to rebel. All of the doors are locked until I say otherwise. You are trapped here. Come out now and I will overlook your disobedience."

He waited a moment for a response from her, and when none came he heard a rustle through the trees and decided to go in after her. He suddenly wished he had a weapon. Past experiences told him that he could be walking right into an ambush, but his constant arousal over the mystic of this new situation kept him going. He could only hear his own footsteps beneath him, and then the rare rustling of the brush, but the sounds always seemed to come from his opposite direction, as if to lead him, and a thought unexpectedly dawned on Talos; could she be leading him? Wanting him to find her?

After entering the trees the yard seemed much larger than it had first appeared to Sabine, and she made her way through it easily, at first knowing where her hunter was and then not knowing at all. She could feel her heart beating in her chest and the idea of being hunted had effectively aroused her. She wanted to tell herself it must be from the medicine, and any shame she felt over actually wanting him to find and 'punish' her, she ignored. Right now she didn't care, for once she wanted to enjoy the moment, so she continued to elude him through the yard for at least another half hour, allowing the waves of excitement to rush over her as her skin flushed.

Sabine suddenly heard the distant sound of a door and wondered if he had given up, and for a moment she was actually disappointed, but no sooner had she stepped pass two thick trees did her hunter grab her from behind, pulling her back and causing an instant sensation of panic. She couldn't help struggling as he pulled her into him, groping her soft rounds as she shifted against him, feeling his male organ firm against the hilt of her bottom, apparently this game had aroused him as well.

"Finders keepers." He remarked.

Sabine felt the stern need to struggle and she did, pulling away from him and to her surprise his hands slipped from her arm and she got away. Talos was enjoying this chase, but he didn't know how much longer he would tolerate it, so he was quick to go after her, and every time she tried to elude him he cut her off, forcing her another way until Sabine suddenly ran into a small clearing at the center of the yard and stopped in her tracks at the sight of a swing hanging from a tall tree by braided ropes, and this place was all of a sudden very familiar. Talos had come upon her and before Sabine could turn around he had thrown his shirt from his back, his male appendage fully erect and the head peering out at him from under the waist of his pants. He grabbed hold of Sabine, spinning her around and interrupting her thoughts, and before she could struggle his lusty mouth found her lips and kissed her deeply, grabbing the narrow sleeves holding up her gown.

"I'll see you now." He announced, pulling her dress off her arms, her gown catching on the curve of her hips and her peach nipples erect and waiting for his touch. She didn't even say anything. She just gasped as he forced her back into an arch and took one of those delectable nipples into his mouth, sending sensation through her body. She could feel his hardened piece against her lower abdomen, throbbing against her and full of blood. She moaned softly as he lifted the bottom of her gown, baring her ass and stimulated pussy to the outdoors. He took her butt cheeks tightly into his hands and pulled her hips to meet his. Lifting her up with one strong arm, Talos unbuckled his pants with his free hand and let the soft material drop around his ankles. 

"Wrap around me." He ordered, and she did as he guided his dick to meet her wetness and moaned with her as he slid into her, enjoying the strain of the position.

With her gown still trapped at her hips as she helplessly mounted over him, he began to lift her, thrusting her down against his organ and feeling the back of her chamber with every drop, and she gasped and groaned every time she felt him so deep, partly from pleasure and partly from dull shocking pain. Her dizziness returned as she was suddenly flying through the air caught around him as he held her and his mouth pulled at her right breast during the spin until he had fallen directly onto the swing. He held the ropes tight, not to burn the skin of her wrapped legs as they began to rock in the swing, buried deep inside each other and feeling the sensation of the swings movement. Talos let out a loud cry as she suddenly leaned back with him deep inside of her, and he quickly extended a hand to catch her back, letting the tightness of her arch take him in completely until she let out her own moan and he pulled her back, impatiently kissing at her face. Her arms were thrown tightly around him in the moment as he lifted his hips against the movement of the swing, pushing completely into her. Now that she completely surrounded him he let the swing sway back and forth and brought his arm tightly around her back, wanting to keep her completely against him as he found her earlobe and scraped it with his teeth.

"Do you remember this place Sabine?" He asked, "Do remember the first time I saw you here?"

Sabine did remember, she always had but the familiarity of the swing brought back memories that were years old. She remembered. She had been here as a young child, but there had been another time, the time that she had not admitted to remembering a few years back. She had felt so much younger then, and so strong, and she had gone out on her first campaign with her father's soldiers and his orders. Their mission: attack this very fortress and rescue her mother. She remembered it well enough now. They had attacked the fortress with precise orders, her orders, and she had made certain that every exit was sealed before she dropped down ropes into this very yard with her following soldiers.

"Find my mother." She had ordered them.

The appearance of the fortress guards was almost immediate, and the fighting broke out until the master of this fortress, Lord Talos himself appeared suddenly and demanded a halt in the fighting as his eyes came upon Sabine. She was standing on the other side of the swing, in her black hooded robes holding a narrow dagger in her hand. She made no such order to stop the fighting, even as Talos came gently towards her. His then mesmerizing eyes, and his handsome face were on her gently.

"Please call them off." He insisted, "I know who you are, although I would like your name if you'll give it... I can take you to your mother."

Sabine did not respond, she was staring at his enchanting face and deep eyes, wondering if had used those charms to seduce her mother, and she remained still as a statue as he pushed the swing aside and approached her further, she didn't even give him warning, and he would likely have thought she were afraid, and innocent young girl among warring soldiers, but she was just the opposite. Her next actions were precise, and with one thrust of her dagger she had taken his left eye.

Sabine's thoughts were interrupted when she felt her pussy clenching around Talos as he pulled her tight and she moaned over the pleasure, her orgasm swallowing them both and he moaned against her ear as her fluids drenched him and his warm seed began to flow into her, and breathing heavily and glowing with sweat they were very still for what seemed like an eternity as he whispered against her ear, knowing she remembered.

"I remember." He said, "I wanted to be inside you, just like this, the first moment I saw you."

Sabine wasn't entirely sure when she had fallen asleep against her captor. They had been in the yard, lying over the width of his opened shirt. He had insisted on holding her, but she had not spoken to him. She suspected he knew the truth, that she really did remember maiming him. She did not want to say it, mostly because she felt no guilt over the past and she thought her lack of sympathy might anger him somehow.

She had slept well against him, with his warmth and the inner warmth of the medicines, but that warmth was absent now. In fact Sabine felt cold when she opened her eyes and realized it was night. She was still in the garden, cuddled over Talos's shirt, her gown a heaping wreck around her waist, and she was alone. The sudden realization that her captor was no longer with her sent ideas rushing through her head, curiosity and the obvious ideas of escape, but she had to be sure as she quickly got up and pulled her gown over her shoulders, straitening it down her body and pulling fallen leaves from her hair as she slowly walked through the darkness.




Captured Ch. 08



"Talos?" she called, softer than she had to.

There was no response and no sound other than the natural ones of the night, so she made her way through the maze of trees to where they had picnicked earlier, and she saw that the door they had used was wide open with a guard standing at it. She expected the guard to address her or threaten her as she cautiously approached, but he only bowed his head and she passed into the fortress with ease.

She knew she had moved through the halls before, but she was still so disoriented from her recent tryst and her long nap that she couldn't even remember which way they had come, or where her room was, not to say she wanted to return to her room now that she seemed to have this unexpected freedom.

Sabine couldn't help having thoughts of her escape now. She took note of where guards were positioned as she walked, deciding the particular passages must lead to exits. She wasn't going anywhere in particular at the moment. She didn't know where to go, or where anything was. Her guard was up as she continued, constantly looking over her shoulder, entirely convinced this must be a trick. Her captor could be watching her now, looking to see what she would do on her own. Sabine wished she knew what she would do, because after a while she felt lost in the halls, a strange feeling, because normally she had a fairly good sense of direction. The guards had thinned as she went on her way, but she felt too timid to ask one of them for directions. She finally heard muffled voices, many of them, and although her timid composure told her to turn back her curiosity pushed her forward. She knew that there were those other than guards that dwelled in this fortress, and because her family's desert province was neighboring to Talos's, she couldn't help thinking that perhaps she would see a familiar face, someone she knew, or someone her brothers knew, anyone who might offer her a way to escape. She began to feel fairly confident as she neared the entrance to an occupied ballroom, but when she arrived she was hardly expected for what she saw. 

This was no ordinary ballroom, there were wide fountains but they were filled with nude men and women, and everywhere there were beds dressed in thick quilts along with other furniture. There seemed to be entire groups of people, all caught up in the lust-scented room. There were couplings everywhere, naked bodies and some half covered, some groups perusing intercourse with more than one couple, there were men covered in women, and women covered in men, and throughout the room there was laughter and the echoing moans of pleased visitors.

Sabine thought she might leave at once, but she couldn't, caught in the odd sight of it all. Exactly what kind of place was this? Was everyone in this fortress as promiscuous as her captor was? Sabine felt her feet pulling her with a will of their own, into this crazed room. She was looking around absorbedly, never before had she seen anything of this nature, she had never so much as walked in on a man and woman coupling, and she began to wonder if what she saw was an example of how she looked entwined with Talos. She couldn't help watching the different couples, it seemed many enjoyed to be watched. Some took notice of Sabine as well, but she felt no threat from it as she braved deeper into this discovery. Her eyes fixated on a strange scene, two men and a woman, but it was a young blonde male with coppery tanned skin in the middle, the ring of his ass fastened tightly around the male organ of the second larger male, and the female straddled the blonde man, riding him against the thrusts that the second male pushed into him. Just past this odd threesome there were two women, one on her back with her legs in the air, spread wide over her head as the second woman licked at her slippery golden curled pussy, the same way Sabine recalled Talos paying attention to her own member, and the simple thought of it brought a warmth between her thighs.

She continued to walk through, anyone who looked at her smiled in a friendly manner. She passed another group of women, four this time, suckling and fingering each other's privates, and they waved to her as if they expected her to join. Sabine couldn't help watching for a moment, the way they seemed to put on a show just for her, but she then continued on, wondering what other strange sights this room would bring. Sabine had learned most of what she knew about the ways between a man and woman from Talos, and now her eyes told her there was so much more, although she wasn't entirely certain if she was interested in participating in any of it, she was just curious. She was actually amused when men, and not to mention women began to approach her, offering their hands. She decided this must be the way they showed interest. Sabine politely shook her head at these offers and kept walking, her eyes widening for a moment when she noticed a man so thick he probably couldn't fit into the armor of five soldiers put together, and the incredibly petite woman humping him at a rapid pace. She quickly moved on from this scene. Now almost everywhere she looked she saw signs of pleasure, most things she could relate to, she could imagine how things she saw would feel, remembering the many ways Talos had touched her. She soon realized that this room was having a strange effect, as if simply being there and observing excited her, arousing her senses. 

A servant came to offer her wine, but she waved that away as well, lost in the sights, and then her eyes slowly fell on the one person in the room who did not look to be enjoying herself. It was the red headed woman with heavy freckled breasts. She was entirely bare. Her wrists were caught in shackles with a moderate chain between him, and her ankles were drawn the same way, making it somewhat difficult for her as she crawled over the floor, scrubbing with a wet soapy rag. Her overly bubbled bottom was curved in Sabine's direction as she approached the woman, curious as to why she was in such a state, it made her wonder if she wasn't the only one who Talos kept as a slave to his needs.

Just as Sabine reached the woman, she slipped over the rag she used for scrubbing, and she likely would have fallen on her face had Sabine not grabbed her arm to brace her.

"Thank you," the woman sighed, hardly glancing up, but she looked twice the moment she had realized who had caught her.

"It's you." The woman said, somewhat confused.

"Do I know you?" Sabine asked.

"No." the woman said quickly, bringing her gaze back to her work.

"Who are you?" Sabine inquired, now curious over the matter of a woman she didn't know who knew her.

"I'm Lady... I mean, I'm just Lara."

Sabine immediately recognized the name, and she became unsure of how to proceed now. She felt a hand tap her shoulder followed by a soldier's voice.

"I'm sorry," he was saying, "Lord Talos has ordered no one talk to her."

Sabine looked at the soldier and he suddenly backed off, looking somewhat timid.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you." He said, taking a small bow and then retreating.

"Does everyone know me?" Sabine frowned, speaking more to herself.

"That is likely," Lara abruptly answered, "Talos is the type that would let everyone know you are his, and when you're his, he wants you happy."

"And is he the one who has put you at such a disadvantage?" Sabine asked.

"It's not so bad." Lara shrugged, "He wouldn't let anyone hurt me like this, my mother is worse off, he sent her for a month in the dungeon, I doubt if she'll be the same when she returns. I suppose he went easier on me because I was not really involved in attacking you."

Sabine felt herself cringe, remembering, but she also felt sorry for this woman, if she was being punished for something she had no control over. Sabine suddenly left her for a moment. She found the guard who had just spoken to her and eyed the dark cloak over his shoulders.

"May I assist you with something?" the soldier asked.

"I want your cloak." Sabine replied rather boldly. The soldier looked confused but handed the item over without argument, he then watched as Sabine went back to Lara and draped the long piece over her shoulders, causing Lara to look up at her again, obviously puzzled.

"It's not exactly warm in here." Sabine shrugged.

Lara felt herself smiling and she nodded as she went back to her work. Sabine didn't think they had much more to say to each other, but just as she was about to go Lara spoke to her again.

"I'm sorry." Lara said.

"Why?" 

"For thinking you were less than you are." Lara replied, "You really are kind, you sort of remind me of her."

"Of who?" Sabine asked.

"Your mother." Lara replied as if she had expected Sabine to know.

"You knew my mother?" Sabine frowned.

"I remember when she was here a few years ago." Lara explained, "It was when my mother and Lord Hamier were at his other castle, that has since been destroyed. It was during all the fighting so I was here with Talos when your mother arrived. She was always very nice to everyone, but she kept to herself most of the time. The only person I ever really saw her talking to was Talos."

Sabine seemed troubled again, but she held herself from being angry.

"Did she seem happy?" Sabine asked, "When she was here?"

"I'm not sure, she smiled a lot, but there always seemed to be something... upsetting her."

"Lara." Talos's voice in his assertive tone interrupted them, causing Sabine to jump, but as she looked back she realized his aim was in fact for Lara as she ducked her head fearfully upon his approach.

"I told you weren't to speak to anyone," He stated, "and who said you could cover up?"

"I spoke to her." Sabine interrupted, "I am also the one who covered her, so if you are angry please place the blame where it is deserved."

Talos stared at Sabine with a cold look before he quickly took her hand and led her away. Sabine couldn't help noticing the way he didn't tear the cover from Lara's back, and when she looked at him again, guiding her through this room his face had softened, and Sabine warily remembered what kind of room they were in when his arm slipped around her waist.

"I was hoping you would find this place." He teased, pulling her into a corner where they were free to observe. "Tell me what you think of it."

Sabine felt flushed by the question, somewhat embarrassed again and she couldn't answer. He smiled at the way her eyes eluded the question and he suddenly pushed her body against the wall, being certain to cover her from anyone else's view with his body as his hands began to work up the skirt of her gown. She immediately began to struggle but she was pinned against his body.

"Shh." He insisted, "No one will see."

His words did not ease her mind at all over the situation, and she quickly blushed red when he reached between her thighs, forcing them open to find the nub of her clitoris protruding from her body, soft and moist. She refused to meet his eyes and he softly laughed against her ear, pressing against her with his weight. 

"So you find it appealing." Talos smiled, continuing to massage the place between her legs, causing her to squirm against him at the same time she struggled to be hidden from anyone else's view.

"Where were you?" she asked, once again fighting to suppress any feelings of pleasure he was bringing her.

"Have you missed me pet?" he replied. "I apologize for leaving you unattended but there was business, and I couldn't have wakened you the way you were."

"I didn't miss you." She retorted, shortly after releasing a small moan against the thrill of his wandering fingers.

"I can tell." He sarcastically remarked. 

He pressed his body closer to hers, feeling her as her chasm began to grow wet with each touch, her cheeks were flushed with arousal and she had brought her hands to his chest, trying to push him away, which of course he did not allow.

Talos glanced over his shoulder and saw the threesome Sabine had noticed before. The woman was now between the two men, and they both thrust into her simultaneously, one embedded in her opened pussy and the other from her ass as she bounced between their grasps.

"I saw you watching them." Talos whispered, "Do like what you see Sabine? Look at her." he insisted, referring to the surrounded woman, "She is completely filled, you can almost smell her orgasm. What do you think of that Sabine?"

He slipped his second hand around to her bottom, pushing a finger just into her hole, giving her both sensations at once. Sabine gasped and closed her eyes, feeling delicately surrounded by his touch, and her touch against his chest, pushing him away in protest, had softened. Talos once again felt her submission and took the time to kiss her, feeling her lips part for his tongue and she moaned softly against him. Her yielding sounds sent chills through his body and he now pushed his erection against her as it longed to escape the confines of his pants. His hands became more aggressive in holding her and he quickly pushed her deeper into the private corner and turned her to face the wall, making certain that her gaze was in the direction of the threesome they watched while he lifted the skirt of her gown over her ass and took several moments to fondle the soft cheeks.

Sabine felt his hardness against her ass again, but she couldn't move away, and she couldn't remove her eyes from the entwined trio as she listened to the woman moan against the men. She felt pressure between her legs as Talos gently inserted his organ, coating it with her juices before he drew it up the smooth crack of her bottom and slowly and carefully pushed his way into her smaller hole. Sabine gasped at the same time the woman moaned, and somehow watching the scene heightened her experience. It was as if Talos was bringing her what the woman felt, making small thrusts into her, and then his full length, his hands moving over her breasts and massaging the sensitive clitoris while he made gentle and slow thrusts into her rectum. The sensation was immediate, and she felt her orgasm dwelling, but he would relieve her clitoris every time she came close, drawing out the feeling as he groaned against her ear. She felt her legs spreading slightly as she brought her hands to the cold wall, pressing against it for support.

The blond man over the woman suddenly drew out as she screamed with rapture and the man impaling her ass finished at the same time, but it didn't look over as Sabine watched in awe, the three repositioning themselves. This time the blond young man lay flat on his back and the second male lay over him, letting the younger man reach around his waist, stroking his dick until it became firm, touching his balls. The woman came over the top man and straddled him, shifting her hips so that her pussy reached his mouth, and she laid back on the tilt of his body as he began to clean her with his tongue. The blond man suddenly pressed his erection into ring of the middleman's ass and together they all moaned in delight.

Sabine gasped as Talos pressed harder into her rectum, allowing no more mercy for her clitoris, squeezing in gentle strokes and allowing the orgasm to fill her, he was going to cum and he wanted her to join him in it, and just as he released his seed into the tightness of her body her ripples came with him as she let out a louder cry, loosing herself in the ecstasy as he wrapped his arms firmly around her and pulled her to the length of him once more, letting her head fall back on his shoulder as she panted at the release she had received.

"So perfect," Talos breathed, "My Sabine, so perfect."

Sabine wasn't sure what had come over her, but several hours later she was still in the lust filled room. Throughout the night Talos had found numerous ways to arouse her, always hiding her from the eyes of anyone else. She was his and he had no need to share any part of her.

By now the room had become a silent place and there were only a few left interrupting the silence with their coupling moans, while most had fallen asleep. Talos had found a comfortable piece of furniture and he lay on it, holding Sabine near him as they faced the back of the sofa in the dull light. He knew she hadn't fallen asleep, but they had been there in silence, listening to the room. He had been wondering what she was thinking for some time now, but he thought that asking would interrupt this wonderful silence they shared, so when she glanced back at him, his hand stroking her hair he felt more welcomed to indulge his curiosities, but he still couldn't bring himself to speak at the notice of her icy stare so he kissed her forehead instead.

"I wish to return the letter to my brothers." She spoke.

"As you wish, you may tomorrow." He promised.

Sabine was silent for another moment and then spoke again.

"Talos, what happened between you and my mother?"

He felt startled by the question but she was calm in his arms so he decided to answer.

"There was nothing more than a friendship Sabine."

"You abducted her, just as you did me." She frowned, suddenly growing restless and turning towards him. He felt her fight returning and quickly held her.

"No." he stated, "Your mother came to me."

The tension returned to her face and now she struggled harder against him, causing him to pull her safely beneath his weight again.

"You're lying!" she declared.

Talos was immediately offended with the accusation and he was holding her tightly as she whined, he pushed up her skirt again and made his way between her thighs, pushing in the head of his semi-firm and frankly, tired dick.

"Stop!" she screamed, "stop!"

"No Sabine!" His voice becoming assertive as he forced her hand with his between their bodies, guiding her to touch where they connected, "This is something that I never had with her... there was never this. I swear to you." 



Captured Ch. 09



Chapter nine: Conclusion

Sabine was no longer locked in her room. Talos never mentioned why to her and she never asked. She used the clothing he had provided her and began to wander through the fortress over the next several days, learning the halls and the exits. She also wandered in an effort to elude Talos, after he had foolishly told her he had never seduced her mother. She found the entire claim to be twaddle. She spent little time in her room and most wandering, thinking it would be easier to avoid him that way, even though he always seemed to find her when he wanted her.

She had written a response to her brothers, being certain to mention they should not come for her as Talos had instructed, she knew he would read it before sending it, but that didn't mean she left out her own hidden messages. She was more determined to leave now, her strength had returned and as the days passed she made sure to look comfortable, so that she could fade more from the guards' attentions. She knew she would find a way out, it was only a matter of time, but she could not try anything abruptly, she would need a plan. If Talos were to catch her in her escape he would certainly lock her up again, and with no freedom she would have no hope. She would need a plan, and unfortunately she would need help, however she already had what help she would need in mind as plans began to formulate in her head.

Sabine kept her mother in mind the entire time she plotted, and what Talos had said to her kept circling in her. How could he have expected her to believe that her mother had gone to him on her own accord? The idiot, how gullible did he think she was? She knew the truth. He had abducted her mother and seduced her, keeping her prisoner until Sabine herself came to rescue the woman. Yes, he had kept her mother the same way that he kept her now. Sabine had taken his seductive face. Back then she had felt that would ensure he couldn't seduce again, however now she was livid that she herself was being seduced, not by the face, but by the man. Yes, there was that unthinkable feeling he placed upon her, now not only when he touched her but also when he was near, and as much as she tried to fight the butterflies surrounding her senses when she looked upon him, she couldn't. She was no longer certain she could kill him, even if she wanted to, and she feared if she stayed much longer her desire to leave him would also fade, so she decided it was time to get on with her plans, and seek out the help that was necessary to leave this place.

It was a risk, Sabine knew, but she had to try. She put on her brave face as she entered a silent room in the castle where she found Lara again, cleaning the furniture. Lara was still wearing the cloak Sabine had placed on her days before. By now her hair was matted and there was dirt on her body, she was entirely unkempt and miserable, and this time Sabine was glad to see it. Lara's misery only worked to Sabine's advantage. Sabine approached her kindly, pouring some water from the corner and offering it to Lara.

"It looks like you could use a drink." Sabine smiled sweetly.

"Thank you." Lara smiled, drinking thirstily, "Is there something I can do for you?"

Sabine's smile turned more assertive as she made herself comfortable in an arm chair, crossing her legs under the black dress she had chosen to wear, the way it perfectly wrapped around her body gave her a sense of power, and made her look powerful to the diminished red head who was standing half naked and in need of a bath.

"I was thinking I could help you." Sabine replied.

"You're very kind, but Lord Talos is set on this punishment, and I know better than to argue, you should too, I would imagine."

"I agree." Sabine insisted, "In fact I don't intend on arguing at all, I plan to leave."

Her words were so bold it brought a shy yet troubled look over Lara, who quickly turned back to her work, glancing at the guard standing at the entrance.

"He can't hear us from here." Sabine stated, following her gaze.

"I shouldn't be speaking to you." Lara stated.

"Alright." Lara sighed as she stood again, " I understand your position... however, I do not want any harm to come to Talos, I doubt you do. If he keeps me here my brothers will come, and I will not be able to control the outcome... if I were to leave, no one would have to die."

"Why are you telling me this?" Lara whispered.

"Because we are in a position to help each other. You know the fortress, with your direction I can get us out, both of us."

"And where would I go?" Lara frowned, "This is the only home I have."

"It seems to me you're nothing but a slave here." Sabine stated, "Come with me and you will be safe. I'm sure you know of my brothers, they rule the desert provinces, and both are in need of a wife."

Lara looked up curiously, Sabine seemed to have caught her attention.

"I am no longer a suitable wife for such men." Lara stated.

"To the contrary," Sabine smiled, "You seem to be the exact kind of woman my eldest brother desires, and with my suggestion, I have no doubt he would marry you... he is a kind man, and very handsome, for a brother."

Lara was staring at Sabine, looking entirely frightened, and as Sabine felt she was loosing the woman's interest she sighed and began to leave.

"I'll let you think it over." Sabine stated, "If you decide you are interested I'm sure you can find your way to where Talos is keeping me... I will need to know of any unguarded passages, and we will need horses, if you think you can manage."

Sabine left Lara with nothing else said. There was always the chance that Lara would go to Talos in an effort to regain his favor, but Sabine did not see that happening. She was offering Lara security and a potential husband, where Talos would probably offer nothing more than clothing, likely rags. Sabine was comfortable in her assumption that Lara would do nothing to threaten her, and now she just had to wait. Of course, the waiting wasn't exactly easy.

Sabine had just returned to her room, deciding she should try to rest while she could. She went nearly out of her mind when the two strong hands grabbed her, restraining her hands behind her back. She felt the knot of fear in her throat and she was certain she had lost all color. She had started to shake, for a moment thinking that she had misjudged Lara; she had gone straight to Talos. But then she heard Talos laughing, amused that he had surprised her. 

Lately he had been unable to surprise her that way. She had grown a sixth sense whenever he was near, and although she thoroughly objected when he initially put his hands on her she had less fight in her each time. This time she was all nerves; he had frightened her, and even if the thrill of it was already taking over her body, hardening her nipples and sending the dampening chills through her thighs, she made her anger towards him apparent as she let out muffled cries of frustration and struggled against his grasp until one of his hands came around her, firmly holding her neck without strangling her, and his other hand went to her breast, rolling at her nipples, tightening them against his fingers.

She heard him laughing against her ear and began wondering what he found so amusing. She hated when he touched her, especially when she was angry with him. She knew the moment he put his hands on her, her body would betray her and she would be trapped, this time was no different. She became calm against him as he fondled her, waiting for him to release her arms when he decided to. 

"Aren't you feeling lively today." She heard him smirk.

"You frightened me." She replied, trying to keep her voice calm, but without much luck.

"We're you expecting someone else?" He asked, and for a moment Sabine was certain he knew what she was planning, so when he released her hands she composed herself before turning to face him.

"No." she answered. "What do you want?"

Stupid question, she knew what he wanted. Playing dumb would get her nowhere. She wished he would leave now, if he stayed she knew what would happen, he would add to whatever doubts she had about leaving, and she couldn't have that, not now. 

She already felt her skin burning as he looked down her body. He liked the dress she wore; he'd like it more if she took it off. He sensed something different in her today, he wasn't sure what, but he was sure that when he found out what, it would surprise him. She always managed to surprise him. 

Talos resisted the urge to tear her dress off and tackle her right there. Instead he turned his back to her and began to peel off his shirt and walked towards her bed.

"Come here Sabine." He called over his shoulder in an unusually calm manner. 

She stood still and watched as he dropped his shirt on the floor before disappearing behind the thin curtain separating her bed from the rest of the room. What the hell was he up to now? She thought she could slip out the door, maybe elude him for a few hours before he caught up to her, but her body was aching, telling her she needed to go to him before she burst with frustration. She held back anyways, in part knowing any hesitation on her part always added to the mind-boggling lessons he inflicted on her body. She had gotten past the way her body so eagerly reacted to him, she thought she even liked it; it was the idea that he was getting to her mind that bothered her. She had no control around him, control she so desperately needed to get back.

"Come Sabine." He called again, "Don't make me come get you."

God she wouldn't mind if he did that, not the way he would storm towards her, making her heart race, take her into his strong arms and show her exactly why it was futile to resist him. The very thought prompted her forward, until she was standing in front of the bed, watching him sit there, watching her. He held out his hand for her, and deciding she needed to show some resistance she ignored his hand and sat down on the opposite side of the bed.

Talos smiled and went to her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. She flinched upon contact, but mostly because of his gentle treatment. Even his kisses were gentle today as he trailed them over her neck, tilting her chin back to seek out her mouth where he made the usual intrusion with his tongue. She felt the light feeling in her chest as she received him, and the tingling in her belly as he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her back onto the bed, pulling her dress from her shoulders until he was able to slip it over and off her legs. She gave him her usual cold stare upon being naked but he smiled at it and without warning separated her knees, witnessing the glisten of her juices within the crease of her pussy. He ran his hand up her thigh but stopped before he touched the chasm that was so needy for him.

"I should startle you more often." He smiled.

She swallowed, unable to respond. She knew he would discover her arousal, he always did. She wished he'd just get on with it, touch her, use her, it didn't matter, as long as he gave her the release she wanted. But much to her chagrin, when he moved his hand from her thigh he entirely avoided her female member, running his fingers over her breasts as he gradually brought his weight over her, coaxing her to lie back.

"Ask me Sabine." He said.

"What?" she demanded.

"Ask me." He stated, "Tell me you want me. I'm growing tired of your denial. You can fight me all you want, but tell me that you want this inside of you."

He had guided her hand to his pants, where she could feel his organ, hard and ready. She was definitely ready for him to shove it in her, hell pound her like a rabid animal even.

But his request frightened her. Sure she had given in before, but this time was different. It was entirely absurd if he expected her to beg for it, and now it was a battle between mind and body. Sabine knew she couldn't let herself give in. Not this time. 

"No." She scowled.

"Alright." He smiled, "You just let me know when you're ready."

Sabine didn't like where this was going. She tried getting away but he already had her locked firmly in place, running his hands over her body, teasing her, licking her, kissing her. He was running his hand down her legs, between her thighs, but never bothering to make contact with her wet pussy. She could have killed him.

Talos was relentless, touching every sensitive part of her, teasing her by cupping her bottom, drawing her hips against his so she could fell how hard he was. He knew she was biting her lip to keep from crying out. He held her arms tightly so she couldn't run and forced his tongue into her mouth again. She had received his kiss beautifully, and he knew it was making her crazy, but that only encouraged him. He kissed down her neck again, suckled her breasts as she arched her back, offering her nipples to him. He continued down her naval, running his tongue down her skin but again stopped before he reached the smooth slope to her juices, which was surprisingly difficult for him as well. But no matter, she would give in soon enough, or at least he thought as she moaned out in frustration.

"Ask me." He ordered.

"No!"

He was nearly surprised by her firm denial, it caused him to use more aggression as he continued to caress and arouse her. He demanded she ask him several more times, but still she refused. It had never taken her this long to give in before, and over an hour later her skin was flushed, her juices were wet between her thighs and she was lifting her hips, desperately trying to meet his organ, which was now a huge bulge under his pants.

Sabine thought she might die like this, it was driving her insain, but she continued to bite her lip, nearly drawing blood, refusing to give in, and then she noticed the strain in Talos's face and it hit her... he was having as much difficulty with this as she was. Now she was ready to play his little game. He was so busy holding down her arms that he almost didn't notice her lift her knees, her toes sinking into his pants as she quickly pushed them off, leaving him bare as she locked his hips with her knees, bringing his hot organ against her belly, forcing him to feel her flesh. He was taken by surprise now, and strained to control himself further as he spotted the sudden look of a challenge in her eyes.

"Lets see how long you last." She remarked.

"Five minutes." He retorted, "You'll be begging."

She gasped as he suddenly lowered himself, letting his organ rest over the small mound of her smooth pussy. This was the first contact he had made with her wetness and now she only needed him in her. Her little challenge was not working as planned as he pulled her breasts into his mouth, groping her ass with his hands. He had lifted her only slightly and it was enough room to shift, and she did, the head of his dick began to slide against her wet crease. She felt him beginning to push in, but then he quickly brought his hand over his own appendage, removing it from her need as she groaned in frustration.

"No!" He stated, "Say it Sabine."

"I wont!" She insisted.

He suddenly cupped her member in his hand, giving her slight pressure but refusing to move those knowing fingers of his. Instead he let her arch her back and shift against his hand, never giving her enough to allow her release.

"Tell me." He stated, "I want to hear you say it."

Sabine was seeing stars. She swore all the blood in her body had gone straight to her pussy, and it's need to contract and explode brought cramps to her belly as she stared at him pleadingly. And then, just as Talos himself was about to give in he heard her voice, barely a whisper.

"I want to feel it." She said, hating herself for it.

"What do you want to feel Sabine?" He had all the power now, she could hear it in his voice, he was basking in his concur and her submission to him. She hated that. 

"I want to feel you inside me." She admitted, trying not to cry over it, and then... release as he greedily kissed her mouth and lifted her knees, thrusting his appendage through her pussy, letting her body swallow him with each hard thrust.

It didn't take long, not after all the teasing. Sabine felt her body contract. Her hungry pussy clutched onto his organ, tightly holding him as he groaned under the pressure and his seed spilled out in hot gushes, filling her. He collapsed over her and gently kissed at her neck. He recovered, realizing she was still twitching with orgasm.

When he finally moved off of her she brought her legs together, still annoyed how she had given in. She thought she could have lasted longer, and now she was shamed again. Somehow the way he laid against her and wrapped his arm around her felt comforting. She quickly shook that thought away, knowing that it didn't change anything.

"See Sabine," He sighed, "It wasn't so hard, to admit that you're mine."

"I'm leaving you Talos... I have to." Her voice was so calm, so honest. She didn't know why she had bothered to tell him, but somehow she needed to. Maybe she wanted to get caught, she wasn't sure, but it didn't seem to matter either way as he chuckled and held her tighter.

"Never." He stated.

That night, after Talos left her room she heard the tapping knock on her door and found Lara outside. Sabine had not expected her to come so soon but she was ready, and together they formulated a plan. Lara was able to convince a stable boy to have two horses positioned outside the fortress gates the next night, and she explained the hidden halls within the fortress to Sabine, all which led outside. Sabine spent the next morning feeling out their escape rout, there were only a few guards they would have to go through, and the task seemed fairly simple. That is, except the nagging feeling in her mind that she really didn't want to leave like this.

By the next evening it was raining hard, darkening the skies early when Talos returned to his own chambers from his business, wanting a bath before he went to call on Sabine. As he entered a single detail caught his attention. The wall where his weapons hung was in view, and something was different, the space was empty where his long sword should have been, and the realization sent fury through him as he quickly ran to Sabine's chambers and called out her name, but she returned no response. He already knew she was gone before he wanted to admit it, and he ran into back into halls, calling her name, drawing the attention of everyone until a soldier suddenly approached him, the soldier looked like he had taken a beating as he tiredly kneeled at Talos's feet, and Talos immediately guessed what had happened.

"Lord Talos," the soldier panted.

"Where is Sabine?" Talos asked coldly.

"She has escaped along with Lady Lara." The soldier replied in his shame, extending a folded piece of paper, "I'm sorry my lord, I was unable to stop them without injuring the girl."

Talos snatched up the piece of paper and was shocked to see Sabine had actually taken the time to leave him a note, warning that he must not follow. Of course he disregarded this, was she mad? Did she actually think she could escape him?

"Get the horses." Talos ordered, "I want them found now!"

Sabine led the way on the small mare as Lara followed closely behind on a second horse. They gave no time for rest as they navigated their way around the puddles that the rain caused in the valley. There was hardly any light in the storm but Sabine didn't care, she could taste freedom as they grew closer to the mountains and she liked it, knowing that her own lands were just on the other side of the cliffs.

Sabine had dressed Lara in her own cloths and they had taken cloaks from the soldiers to shield off the rain. Sabine's legs seemed bare around the animal, her dress more around her waist making it easier to ride. They had been at it for some time now and as the horses began to pant the narrow paths leading into the mountains came into view, it was the fastest way to the next provinces, but Sabine did not plan on using an obvious rout as she heard the rumble of pursuers on horseback behind them. She heard Lara gasp and she reached back and pulled the second horse's lead from the woman's trembling hands, leading the way as she began to move up the base of the mountain. 




Captured Ch. 09



"Do you know where you're going?" Lara shouted. 

Sabine didn't answer, she was only focused on escaping, they had been followed sooner than she had suspected they would be, and although she thought they still had a chance of loosing Talos in the storm she wanted to put more distance between them, knowing if he caught her she might forget what she was doing out here in the first place. So she pushed the horses through the forests nearly all night, and it was nearly dawn by the time Sabine heard the terrifying sound of another horse, and then another. Lara heard it too and tears welled in her eyes as she looked at Sabine.

"He'll kill us!" Lara screamed.

Sabine suddenly moved off the mare and handed Lara both leads, she pointed down a path towards some tall rocks hardly visible in the oncoming morning, the rain still falling over them. 

"Head for the cliffs." Sabine ordered. "Once there you should see a castle shaped rock, my people often guard it... they should be now."

Sabine remembered her letter to her brothers, and she knew that with her hidden messages and any luck they would know to find her here. She didn't wait for Lara to argue, she gave the horses a pat and sent Lara off on her own. Sabine gripped Talos's sword and waited for the oncoming attack. She wasn't surprised to see Talos first, his visible eye dangerously on her as he pulled his horse to a halt and motioned for the six men with him to do the same.

"Sabine!" Talos shouted.

Sabine quickly used the sword to cut a slit down the leg of the red gown she wore, making it easier to move before she fled him.

"Find Lara." Talos ordered his men before he went after Sabine on his own. He caught up with her easily because she was on foot, and unable to outrun him, she reluctantly turned to face him as he jumped from his animal. A gut wrenching feeling overcame him as he was forced to draw his sword.

"Don't do this Sabine, hear me out." He insisted, but at this point a skirmish was unavoidable, and they fought, Talos's graceful skill as a swordsman flawed now because of his opponent, he had no desire to harm her in any way. When he finally realized that there was no way to control her like this, and he wouldn't kill her, he let her knock the sword from his hands and defeat him, and he attentively watched her as she stood over him as if she were going to strike, waiting to see what she would decide for his fate.

"Sabine, you can't kill me."

"You shouldn't have come." She frowned, "You have one chance to turn back now."

She gripped her sword tightly as he came to his feet and cautiously moved towards her. It felt dangerously like the time she had taken his eye, his friendly movement, and the soft look on his face, but this time Sabine wasn't nearly as calm. She felt unwanted tears dwelling, and her hand was shaking against the sword.

"Don't." she said, so softly he could hardly hear her.

"You can't leave me Sabine, you belong to me, you always have."

"You're wrong."

He suddenly lunged towards her, catching her by surprise and wrestling the sword from her hands as she struggled against him until he forced her down onto the muddy floor of the forest. She was pinned under his weight and couldn't move. Talos had no interest in struggling with her now and he forcefully kissed her mouth.

"Stop!" she demanded, "You cant!"

"What will you do?" he retorted, "Take my other eye? I will not be able to look upon you but I will still know you Sabine!"

She gasped at the sudden intrusion of his erection pushing into her vagina. She had not even realized her dress was lifted and he had the perfect positioning, pushing into her in one movement, and as he thrust with a fierce pounding she felt little control, feeling the invasion and the way his hands began to move carefully over her.

"No!" She screamed, more to herself, fighting her own body as it reacted to his touch.

"Listen to me." He whispered, "You're wrong Sabine, you're wrong about everything. I told you that your brothers stole from me, remember? What they stole, it was you."

Sabine tried to concentrate on his words, they didn't make any sense to her as her body gave in and she began lifting her hips, meeting him as he thrust into her harder, their bodies creating a splashing sound as they met, and all the while he continued to speak softly into her ear, his calm smooth voice contradicting the pace of his actions.

"When our fathers began to work together, taking over the provinces your mother became afraid of them, they were tearing up the lands and she worried the people would begin to revolt. She began going against your father and mine, sending her own orders to stop the fighting and when they discovered what she had done she came to me asking for refuge. Your brothers knew about it Sabine, the plan was to put an end to your father and mine. I offered your mother safety and in return she offered a treaty to take effect the moment we put an end to our fathers, you and I were to be married."

He caught her eyes, she was trying to remember anything that validated his words but she could think of nothing, if it were true why didn't her mother mention it? Why hadn't her brothers? And then she remembered how she had attacked Talos's keep on her father's orders.

"That night you attacked," He said, "That same night I killed my own father, and your brothers were the ones who took yours."

All Sabine could do at this point was shake her head stupidly.

"It's true." Talos stated, "Ask them Sabine, ask them what really happened. When I went to your family castle to settle on the treaty and claim you your brothers had already sent you and your mother away. They heard how you had attacked me and feared if they made good on our bargain I might seek revenge. They were right of course, I did want to hurt you, but after we met everything changed. I should have told you all of this before, I was going to, but when I heard your mother was dead I knew there was no one who would support my story."

Sabine gasped as his hand moved down and massaged her clit as he continued to thrust into her, not missing a single rhythm while he spoke, and even if she wanted to respond he cut her off first, kissing her mouth again until her eyes closed and she relaxed in his arms, letting him hold her possessively until he felt the ripples of her orgasm as she gently poured pleasure over his organ with her body. 

In this moment she didn't care, she didn't care about anything he had said to her, and she didn't care that she was half naked lying on the muddy floor of the woods entwined with Talos like they were animals. She only cared that he had come after her. It seemed strange really, not long before this she had been desperately fighting him, trying to escape, but as he touched her now she realized, had he not caught her, she may have never felt him this way again, and the idea of that now seemed frightening to her. Damn, what was wrong with her? 

Talos felt her becoming relaxed beneath him again, and he released his seed within her tight walls before realizing her head was against a rather rough looking rock. He gently lifted her neck, hoping she hadn't been hurt and then smiled gently when he noticed she was still staring at him silently with a look he didn't recognize. She seemed almost welcoming towards him, as if the ice had faded from her olive eyes. He decided to test her hospitality and gently lifted her up to his chest as his organ slipped out of her, and surely enough her arms slowly went around his shoulders, holding him in an uncertain matter.

"You see Sabine, you were always mine, and now that I have decided to keep you, I couldn't possibly let you go." Talos gently grazed her cheek with his lips, but just as he did he felt her grow tense and she let out a gasp of surprise against him. 

There was a chill as the hairs of his neck stood on end and before he could think he was being pulled off of her from behind. He got a good glimpse of several soldiers, not his own, and one of Sabine's brothers he recognized, safely holding Lara on a horse, and then her second and eldest brother, he also recognized, the entire family had the same olive eyes. It was her second brother who suddenly threw a fist in Talos's direction. 

Talos was dizzy, he knew he was falling, but he could stay conscious, he was sure of it. Wrong. 

A blunt force hit the back of his head and just before things began to go dark he saw the eldest brother over him bringing down the sharp end of a sword, and Sabine just behind him, with a terribly shocked expression on her face.

Conclusion 

Sabine wondered why she had never taken the time to take a good look at Talos before. She had seen him naked, but felt she never fully appreciated his masculine form, not like now. His arms stretched high over his head and his wrists bound in shackles, locked over the top beams a familiar bed. She thought this suited him. She made certain he had enough room to drop to his knees, where he was now; his body was thrown forward and his head down. She wondered how much longer it would be until he woke up. She was looking forward to that. 

She smiled to herself as she coated his body with the scented oils; she had been doing this for quite some while, making every curving muscle in his body glow against the soft light. She had been slow and careful, paying close attention the cloth gag and blindfold she had placed tight over his eyes and mouth, looking for any sign of his awakening. It was difficult to tell how conscious he was. His body seemed so limp but all her rubbing had aroused his male appendage and it amused her to watch it grow as she continued. 

After she finished oiling his feet she went to his hands, reaching up as she kneeled in front of him, allowing his head to sink into her breasts as she interlocked her fingers with his and spent the rest of the silky oil on his hands. She smiled as his hands gave a soft squeeze to her touch, like he was reaching for something in his dreams. 

Sabine curiously ran her hands down his chest, down to his groin and she brought both hands around his erection, pulling it to her belly each time she stroked it, feeling his hardness grow under her hands, coating it with the small dribbles of his leeking seed. She brought her fingers under his balls and stroked them upwards until she heard a desirable moan escape him through his gag. His head began to twitch and she continued stroking the erect appendage as she watched him wake.

Talos was in utter confusion, wondering why he couldn't open his eyes. He could feel the pulling at his groin and the strong tingle in his thighs, knowing he was entirely erect. He remembered the mountain, and if he wasn't dead he must be a prisoner somewhere, but what kind of prisoner? He didn't realize that a small amount of seed had dripped from his appendage, but he was completely aware when his captor ran her wet tongue over the head of his dick. It sent him snapping to attention as he began to thrust around in his chains, attempting to shout crude profanities through his gag, at least, Sabine imagined that was what he was trying to shout. She could already see the red anger in the visible parts of his face. His body suddenly became tense as she moved her fingers around him and took hold of his muscular flanks, leaning forward so he could feel her breath on his ear.

"Shh." She insisted.

Talos remained quite still for a moment, trying to determine exactly what was happening. The only thing he was sure of was that Sabine was near. He would recognize her sweet scents anywhere. Was he her prisoner now? He couldn't have that, he was prisoner to no one, but then again, he could be in worse company. 

He tried to speak again, being cut off by the obnoxious gag. Sabine ignored his frustrated grunts and kissed his neck, bringing him to be still again as his head tried to lean into her, wanting to touch her any way he could.

"You must be very confused." She whispered, "That's alright love, I will be glad to explain everything, but first I thought we could play a little game."

Talos felt his heart race. He knew it was Sabine's voice in his ear, and her touch on his flanks, but what Sabine was this? Definitely not one he had met unless... was she getting even? Was he in her home now? The panic seemed to rush through him and his breathing became heavy as she held him against her.

"Would you like to play a game?" she asked, "I would be disappointed if you didn't, but I can always come back later when you're ready. I could leave you hear like this."

He felt her hand on his organ again and knew he couldn't handle being caught here with no way to relive himself, and he desperately began to shake his head, hearing her soft chuckle against his ear. He had never heard her laugh before, and despite his current predicament the sound was sweet in his ear.

"Do you want to play a game then?" she asked.

He quickly nodded, if anything to please her. She kissed his cheek and he felt her absence for a moment, and then sensed her behind him, carefully unbinding the blindfold.

"I'm going to let you see now." She said, "But for now I don't think you should talk."

He waited for a moment and as the blindfold dropped he let his eyes adjust to the light. He looked around one moment, and was suddenly thrashing in his chains the next, realizing he could stand, but he could not leave the bed. Damn it all to hell! He was in his own damn fortress, in his own room no less, not an unknown dungeon or unfamiliar territory, damn her! His Sabine had trapped him in his own room and now he was demanding she set him free, thrusting around like an animal as she retreated from the bed and watched him silently in his tantrum. 

She began to shake her head as she walked to where there were chains leading from the bed, hooked on a frame that would allow her to adjust them. He watched in anguish as her small body used its strength to pull the chains tight, and he didn't realize why until his arms were stretched again and he was trapped on his feet, still thrusting against the chains.

"I said I don't want you to talk yet." Sabine frowned, "You know what this means, don't you darling?"

His visible eye narrowed at her as she came towards him again, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her bare feet up. It was the first time he had actually stopped to look at her. She was wearing one of the soft gowns he had chosen for her, olive like her eyes, and he couldn't help looking down the low neck of it where her breasts rested and... what the hell? She was wearing the clamps beneath, the ones he loved to tease her nipples with. Her skin was shining with oil, much like his own and she wore her hair pinned behind her ears, the way he liked it. Damn her, the simple sight was causing him to feel his needy organ all the way through his legs. He had been the one to teach her, and all to well it seemed, now that he was the one bound and gagged.

"It means I'm going to have to punish you." She sighed. 

He peered down at her as she crawled towards him, making certain she was leaned over enough so he could get a good look as her hands went to his feet. She moved them lightly up his legs and gripped his hips as her tongue stopped to slide over his organ again, and he groaned against her and the heat she was providing. It was almost torture when she suddenly left his organ unattended and began to stand up against him, pulling his organ against her belly while she looked up into his face.

"You see love," she sighed, "I really cant have you interrupting me, because I feel that there are a few lessons you need to learn, and if I cannot humble you, how can I ever keep you?"

Talos listened to her voice carefully, trying not to let his body or hers distract him. She was calling him love, and he pondered over whether or not she meant it while he was becoming hotter so close to her teasing body. 

She smiled as she noticed him leaning into her, trying to touch, and she decided to allow it for now. A soft smile drifted over her lips as she reached for his face again. He watched her as she ran her hand over his smooth mask, and the moment she began to pry the mask from his face his eyes clammed shut and he was now trying to avoid her hand.

"Shh." Sabine insisted, "First things first."

She could feel him shaking against her as she removed the mask, and he flinched as she ran her finger over his scar. His eyes were open now, but they refused to meet hers, as her breath grew closer to his face. She pulled his chin and forced him to look at her, so he could see her sincerity as she spoke.

"My brothers told me." She said, "They told me everything."

She suddenly moved away from him looking depressed, he moved to reach for her but remembered he couldn't.

"I'm sorry." She said, "I truly am, but you are going to have to forgive me, like I have forgiven you... at least I will once we're finished here."

She looked at him again, her smile returning and he pulled back on the shackles again, watching her come closer. His Sabine was suddenly intimidating. He felt her lips over his maimed left eye as she kissed him. He had not let anyone touch him there in years and he was suddenly leaning into her face, bringing his nose against hers, wanting her lips and frustrated over the gag in his mouth. 

"This is a beautiful face." She breathed against him, "And you are never to hide it from me, understand?"

She felt him nod against her and smiled again as she stepped back.

"Good, now, what should I do with you..."

Talos was suddenly aware again, curious over what she intended to do. He stared intently into her face and then his gaze drifted down as she began to remove her gown, letting it drop at her feet before she gently kicked it off the bed and turned slowly, letting him get a good look at her. His breathing was heavy and he was desperately trying to will himself free from the chains so he could grab hold of her again. She brought her hand to his organ and began to stroke it, pleased by the way he groaned under her touch. She moved closer against him, letting the cold clamps on her breasts brush against his warm chest and he began to shift his hips, trying to reach her. He was nearly ecstatic when his Sabine wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around him and sinking down the full length of his organ, an organ grateful to be surrounded by her wetness. 

Talos eagerly strained against the chains and groaned as she slowly began to ride him. He heard her moans echoing his and his strain grew to more excitement until she suddenly stopped and dropped down, while he thoroughly objected through his gag. She smiled at his pleas and brought a finger to her lips, motioning for his silence and he gave it to her.

He watched in anticipation, as she looked him over with such pride, like he was a new piece of art she wanted to explore every inch of, and he liked the possessive look in her eyes. Until this moment he had forgotten that he was hers, as much as she was his. Sabine was simply reminding him now, and discovering this fact for herself. 

He shivered when her hand moved down his chest and abdomen, he longed for her to touch the searing organ he humiliatingly displayed in the air with no control of his own, but instead she stopped and began to walk around him until he felt her nails gently tickling the muscle of his flanks. He sensed her kneeling behind him as he curiously tried to look with no avail. But then he let out a groan of mixed pleasure and pain as he felt her teeth, biting into the skin of his ass, causing him to flex his cheeks and tolerate it. It was a strong sharp bite, but she didn't brake skin, and he was nowhere willing to complain as she gave him what he wanted, reaching around to stroke his male appendage a few times before she abruptly got up again. He watched with a frustrated scowl as she went back to the chains and glanced at him over her shoulder.




Captured Ch. 09



"Do you promise to behave?" she asked.

Talos violently nodded his head, anything for her; if she wanted him to behave he would behave. He watched her smile to herself as she released the length of the chains, letting his arms fall, but he still couldn't leave the bed. This was torture.

"Please lay down love." She said.

Talos complied almost immediately, and only when he had, did she approach the bed again. He relaxed as she came over him, lying over his body as his chained hands cautiously reached to touch her sides. He waited patiently as she brushed his hair back and looked at him.

"I want you to kiss me." She stated, teasing his gag with one hand and reaching for something with the other, "Now if I take the gag off, do you promise not to speak unless I ask it?"

He stared at her and nodded. At this point he would have done anything, and as she removed the gag he stretched his dry mouth. Sabine showed him a piece of fruit and he suddenly craved it, if anything for its ripe juices. He didn't know how long he had been out for, and until she offered the fruit to him he hadn't realized he needed it. 

She brought it to his mouth and he eagerly took a bite, the juice spilling down his chin and neck. Sabine immediately licked it off and he couldn't help the moan that escaped him. The moment he realized the sound had escaped he was looking at her to see that it was all right, but she was already smiling over his obedience. He lifted his head, reaching for her lips but she quickly stopped him with a finger and shook her head.

"No. That is not where I want you to kiss me." She smiled.

Talos tried not to smile too much as he quickly arched his shoulders and tilted his head back, not wanting her to wait a moment longer. She slowly teased his body as she moved further over him; he tried to ignore the sensations as he focused on his task.  

She brought her knees around his head and his mouth was already reaching again as she rested her dampened pussy over his face, letting her bottom rest on his collarbone. He found her clitoris easily and she moaned as he moved his tongue around her member, constantly looking up for her approval. And it was her approval that he had as he heard her soft cries and watched her tease the clamps over her nipples. She was killing him. He was about ready to flip her over and ride her at will, he thought he could too, the length that these chains were, but he decided to resist, instead he suckled her clit and gave special attention to every place he knew she liked. He watched her arch over him, pushing against his mouth. When her juices came over him he continued to lick, and he dare not stop until she told him to. 

She let him clean her before she slowly came over him again and brushed her nose over his, bringing her mouth down until their tongues met, it only took a moment before Talos was dominating the kiss and she quickly pulled away, and then brought her mouth down again, he lifted his head to meet her but he was thwarted, and she seemed to tease him like this until he let his head rest and she went to him. This time he made no aggressive movements, he let her kiss him as she wanted, it seemed he was learning quickly. She needed to be in control now, if only for a little longer. 

He felt her hand on his groin again and he groaned over it, he was shifting again, and he clenched his teeth so that he wouldn't protest as she moved away from him again and back towards the chains.

"Please stand up again darling." She said.

Talos brought himself to his knees, pleading with her with his expression, but she simply smiled and pulled the chains. He felt the stab in his arms as he was lifted and he quickly stood to compensate as she pulled his confines tight, he could hardly move now.

"Please." He breathed.

"What was that darling?"

"Please." He repeated, louder this time, "Sabine please, I need..."

"What is it you need?" She asked, standing before him again.

"I need you, please." Talos realized he was begging, rather unlike him, but hell, if it was Sabine he was begging, he didn't really care. He could get even later. He felt her stroke the length of his appendage again he moaned as she kept him at bay with his sad attempts to thrust into her hand.

"I know you do." She replied, "But I'm not so sure you have suffered enough yet"

Talos closed his eyes and sank forward in his restraints, and she didn't move as his face came against her ear as she continued to lightly stroke his length in her hand. She heard a soft chuckle escape him before he was choking out words again.

"You're right." He said, "I haven't suffered nearly enough have I?"

She couldn't tell if he was serious or not, but it didn't really matter, she was in no mood to release him yet anyways.

"Please Sabine, what is it you want?" he asked.

"What do I want?"

"Our game." He replied, "What game is this? What is it you want to know? I am afraid that no matter what it is I am in no position to argue with you."

"No, you're not," she smiled, "but I thought you understood that this is the game, you, like this... and I believe I asked you not to speak."

She quickly dropped to her knees and brought her tongue against the head of his now aching dick, and as she brought his full length slowly into her mouth she listened to his groans, only encouraging her to suck tighter and harder around him as her fingers traveled around the base of his appendage and found his balls to tease. Talos began shaking with tension now, anything to keep himself from thrusting into her mouth. He feared that if he did that she would stop, and there was no way he could have her stop now. Luckily for him, it didn't seem that she would be stopping. 

She could feel his excitement and began to suck him harder until his groans echoed in the room. She brought her hands to his ass and gripped him hard, pulling his organ to her throat, moving over the head with her tongue. He was completely helpless and at her will and she liked it. 

She found his small hole and pushed the tip of her finger in, causing him to gasp in surprise. She didn't know if he had ever experienced such a thing before, but he seemed to enjoy it as she sucked him and began to push her finger deeper with gentle thrusts. The added pressure to his rectum brought him to whip against his chains again, now thrusting into her mouth, no longer able to control the need, and every time he thrust he brought her finger further.

He moaned as he suddenly began to gush his seed over her tongue. He almost felt bad for not giving her warning but it didn't seem his Sabine had a problem with it as she slowly removed her finger and held his flanks as she took every last drop of what he was offering her. 

He felt weak against the chains as he looked down at her again, but a waking sensation came over him as he saw the sudden excitement in her face as she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck, greedily kissing him. He let her for a few moments before his lustful persona returned and he was dominating their kiss again, no longer caring whether or not there would be consequences for it. She let him suck at her neck and her chest heaved against him as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Talos," she sighed, "If I let you down what would you do? No doubt you would want to punish me for this..."

"It's likely, Sabine." He admitted.

"Do you promise?" She asked.

Talos nodded, already pulling at the chains, rattling them above his head, fully ready to chew off his own arms to free himself if it became necessary. His aggression did not subside as Sabine carefully released his hands and the moment he was free, he did his best to keep his promise.