17 comments/ 82778 views/ 20 favorites The Captive By: Akito01 It was hard to find any place of safety during the attack, but my girlfriend and I drove to the edge of the city, finding a long metallic jetty from which to observe the mayhem. The object of the assault was the Pacific Base, which could be seen in flames at this point, but just about the entire city was being shelled. Sitting on the hood of the car, we remained virtually silent, quietly hoping that when this was all over we would still have a home to go back to. Ever since Zorndyke began his war on humanity, we'd already seen so such death and destruction, this was simply another chapter in what seemed like an inevitable slide into oblivion for mankind. "I think they've stopped," Noriko said quietly. She was right. It had been several minutes since we'd heard any explosions, though many fires continued to burn. With the twilight turning to darkness, it was hard to tell the extent of the damage, but it was obvious that Pacific Base had been wiped out, and no ships could be seen anymore. I hopped off the car and went to the edge of the jetty, crouching down to get a better look at the sea. The burnt out shell of one of the enemies SeaSpider machines lay half submerged not too far away. Well, score one for the good guys, I guess. "How much longer do you think we have," Noriko asked, "Pacific Base was about the last one. Once they've wiped out every last bit of resistance, do you think they'll just exterminate us all, finish what they started?" "I don't know," I shrugged, not able to think of any reassuring words. Noriko wandered near to me, her arms wrapped around her torso against the encroaching chill night air. A few years younger than I, her short black hair and preference for shirts and slacks over dresses gave her a more mature aura. She was not beautiful in the classic sense of the term, but as a fellow lost soul, we had grown very close, though I often thought that it was only our mutual desperation that really kept us together. "Oh, my God," Noriko suddenly gasped, "I think there's a body down there." Following her pointed finger, I could see what did look like a vaguely human shape drifting closer to the base of the jetty. It was hard to tell for sure in the half-light, and something immediately struck me as odd about it, but I was fairly certain she was right -there was someone floating face down in the water. "I'm going to take a look," I said, beginning to climb down the metal slope. "Why?" "They might still be alive." Getting close to the water's edge, I began to have my doubts. The skin of her back was grey, much like a long dead corpse -from her slender form I assumed she was indeed female. The body drifted closer now, touching the side of the artificial shore, no more than a few meters away. I was tempted to just leave it, but the more I looked, the more puzzled I became. It wasn't simply grey, but had what looked to be a sort of black stripe running up it's spine, and below the waist she was actually a strange shade of yellow. Something that resembled a translucent membrane trailed from her limbs. Her hair was an unusual shade of off-grey, and her ears -her ears were long and pointed, rather like an elf. "What's the matter," Noriko called down. "I... I don't think she's human," I hesitantly replied. Planting one foot in the water, I gingerly held onto her slick shoulder and turned her over onto her back. I swallowed hard at what I saw. She clearly wasn't human. Her eyelids were stark red, like salmon flesh, and her high forehead was patterned in a way that reminded me of rainbow trout. What's more, extending from some point at the base of her neck, were long feathery pink growths that fanned out on either side of her shoulders. Could they be external gills, as in some amphibious animals? But for so strange a creature to have so human a form, so placid a face... "It's one of them, isn't it," Noriko said, standing behind me. "The enemy. One of Zorndyke's creations." "Yeah, I guess so," I mumbled, not sure what to believe. All we had seen of Zorndyke's army were the machines, and the ships he'd used to launch his missiles and sink our navy vessels. Surely they must have had crews and pilots -is this what they looked like? "Fucking monster, got what it deserved," Noriko spat. I looked back down on the creature, studying it's round, all too human face. Suddenly I could feel her jerk in my hand, her head tossing to one side. "My God, she's still alive," I exclaimed. A sense of panic gripped me, unsure what to do. "Get her up out of the water," Noriko calmly told me. Sliding one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees, I carried her partway up the jetty. Now she really came alive, her strange red eyes flashing open, fairly glowing in the dusk. One of her hands clutched tightly to my forearm, her pink tinted nails digging into the skin through my shirt. Her eyes locking onto mine, she hissed at me, a sound not unlike that made by an angry or frightened cat. Her teeth were rather pointed like a cats too. When she started to squirm, I was afraid I might lose my grip, her skin was so slick and wet. "What should we do with her?" "If I had a knife with me, I'd say cut her throat," Noriko said flatly. "Wha...". No, I suppose I couldn't really argue with that sentiment, but in truth I don't think I would have had it in me to slaughter this creature. "Hold on a sec." Noriko returned to the car to get her purse. To my surprise, she came back with a pair of handcuffs. "Since when do you carry handcuffs with you," I asked with some amusement. "They were meant to be a surprise," Noriko explained obliquely, "Put her on the ground, arms behind her back." It was just in time. Having regained some of her strength, the creature was becoming very hard to keep a hold of. Dropping her face first onto the slanted metal ground, Noriko quickly cuffed her black coloured wrists together while I kept her held down. It was quite a pitiful sight. Her face turned to one side, our captive's defiant hisses had turned to desperate gasps, her eyes flickering from side to side in distress. "Maybe we should have thrown her back in the sea," I suggested, "I don't think she can breath out of water." "She obviously has lungs," Noriko pointed out, kneeling down for a better look. "She probably just isn't used to breathing air." "Even so." "We're not putting her back," Noriko shook her head, "Not a chance, after everything they've done. Consider her a prisoner of war." I knew enough not to argue. In her way, Noriko was right, though seeing such bitterness and contempt in her disturbed me. Reaching out uncertainly, Noriko touched the skin between the creature's shoulder blades. "She's so smooth," she remarked, her expression softening somewhat, "almost frictionless." I nodded, having noticed the same thing when I held her. I worried about her present state though; having ceased to struggle, it looked from her half-closed eyes that she was losing consciousness again. Crossing back to the water's edge, I took as much as I could into my cupped hands and splashed it against the creature's torso, making sure to soak what I assumed were her external gills. "I think we should keep her as wet as possible," I explained, "provided we want her to live, of course. What do we do with her?" "We take her home," Noriko replied, as if the answer was obvious. "Help me get her into the car." * * * It was a surreal experience driving home. With much of the city in shambles and still burning in places, it was unnerving to think we had one of the enemy responsible for this mayhem lying on the backseat of our car. Fortunately our small house was far enough away from the destruction to remain intact. I wasted little time in filling our Japanese-style bath with lukewarm water. I silently wondered if I should add salt to try and replicate sea water. No, it's doubtful that would work. Well, as inadequate as this was, it would have to do. Despite my request, and the fact she was virtually unconscious, Noriko wouldn't take off the handcuffs. So, we lowered our captive into the bath, lying her curled on one side so she would be mostly submerged, the excess water spilling out onto the tiled floor. Kneeling down, I reached in, wiping away some of her disordered hair away from her face. Noriko watched all this, arms crossed, her expression set in a contemplative frown. "I wonder if she has a name," I said, brushing my fingers against her cheek, watching as she slowly turned her eyes to focus on my face hovering above the water. "Maybe they have the capacity for language. I wish we could speak to it. What do you think? Should we name her ourselves?" "Whatever you want," Noriko shrugged. "How about Ninya," I said, "as in 'ningyo', a mermaid." "Fine," Noriko said, turning on her heels, "I'm going to go put dinner on." Sitting back, I watched as Ninya righted herself, her head now peeking out of the water. She tested her bonds, but the handcuffs were still in place. Her expression was hard to read, but if she was human, I'd say it was stoic defiance. There were a few things that struck me about her now that I had a chance to really look at her close up in proper light. Those thin membranes that I'd originally seen trailing from her limbs, rather like the fins of an angel fish, had evidently drawn in so tight as to be nearly invisible. Her feet, bearing the same black pigmentation as her forearms and spine, had no individual toes, but tapered to a gentle point. I couldn't help but notice as well that she had a nice pair of small breasts, pretty much exactly like a humans, only the brighter tint of her nipples being unusual. For all the ways she was not like us, she struck me as very human indeed. "I'm sorry about all this," I murmured, feeling the need to apologize, though it was unlikely she could understand me. "If it was up to me, I'd have left you where you belong. I guess that means you'd only end up back in Zorndyke's army and try to kill us again. Why do you hate us so much?" Ninya looked at me blankly with those unsettling red eyes of hers. Perhaps I was being unfair. It was Zorndyke who'd made himself the enemy of humanity; Ninya was only his bastard daughter, another foot soldier in his war. "I'm just making stuff up now," I sighed, taking a seat on the toilet lid, "I wish I knew what you really were." Ninya, having grown bored, slid back down under the water, closing her eyes. Due to the size of the tub, her knees were raised close to her chest in a sort of fetal position. She was such an ornate creature, I remained looking at her for several minutes until Noriko finally called for my assistance in the kitchen. * * * We sat down to dinner, a simple affair of rice and fried fish. Kneeling on opposite sides of the low table, we quietly ate, a silence that became more and more leaden. "We're going to have to talk about her eventually," I finally spoke up. "About who?" "You know," I said gravely, "Ninya." "I can't believe you fucking gave it a name," Noriko spat, "like it was some kind of pet." "Then what," I pressed, "I don't believe you had us bring her all this way just to kill her. Did you intend to torture her?" "Who says I have to do anything," Noriko yelled, slamming her fists on the table, "You're the man, you do something! Don't you want to avenge my parents at all? Death is too good for the likes of them. If I were you, I'd have thrown that bitch down to the ground and fucking raped her 'till she bled from the inside." Covering her face, Noriko shook as she began to weep. At that moment, I was speechless. Noriko's parents were indeed killed in the great flood, the most devastating of Zorndyke's atrocities. Until now, she had no focus for her rage and despair, no face to attach to the identity of her families murderer. I too had lost loved ones, but I couldn't let those feelings of loss consume me in that way. "Let me take care of it," I said with soft but firm conviction, "Why don't you go to bed early. I'll take care of everything here." * * * Thus, I returned to the bathroom. In one hand I had a plate, laid out with two fish that I'd done my best to defrost from the freezer. In the other, the key to the handcuffs I'd finally unearthed from Noriko's purse. Ninya slowly sat up as I entered, her attention switching between the fish and my face. I could read her expression of guarded optimism. "Yes, they're for you," I nodded, "I'm afraid they're not exactly fresh, but I hope you'll at least find them edible." I laid the plate on the wide brim of the tub, then held up the small key for her to see. "Come on, stand up," I told her, waving my hand in an upward motion. Even though the offering of fish clearly occupied her attention, she understood my gesture, and came to stand on her feet. I got a bit of amusement to see she was just about Noriko's height. Worse came to worse, I could probably even dress her in her clothes. Turning her around, I inserted the key and freed Ninya from her bonds. Rubbing life back into her sore arms, she squatted back into the water, making me wonder if she wasn't used to standing erect. Needing no further coaxing, Ninya swiped the food off the plate, hunching over in a corner as if afraid I might take it back at any moment. She made pretty quick work of her meal, her nimble teeth effortlessly picking the flesh from the thin delicate bones. After she was done, I held out the empty plate. At first she looked at me in puzzlement, then hesitantly laid the fish's remains back on the plate. "No point having fish heads floating around your bath, eh?" I smiled, putting it to one side. Ninya and I looked at each other a while, locked in what could only be described as silent contemplation. Edging forward, I extended a hand, hoping to touch her extraordinarily slick soft skin again. I could see her grow tense as I came nearer, but she didn't move until I was a few mere centimeters away. Then, she lunged forward, hissing loudly, her teeth bared. I nearly fell on my ass scrabbling back. "Alright, OK," I said, hands raised in surrender. Ninya settled down, fingers still clutching the edge of the bathtub. Between Ninya and Noriko, I obviously wasn't making too many friends tonight. Giving her a polite nod, I took the plate and left her to herself. * * * It goes without saying that Noriko and I did not make love that night. I guess I'll never find out who those handcuffs were originally meant to be used for. With her back to me, I couldn't tell if she was already asleep or not, so I just got into bed without a word. I can't say for sure when I finally nodded off, though it was surprising to find that I had at all. But what woke me up was even more surprising; singing. It was so subtle that at first I thought I might be imagining it. I glanced over at Noriko, but she still appeared to be asleep. The song was without lyrics, just a simple vocal harmony, soft ad lilting in the way of a lullaby. Stealing out of bed, I quietly donned my robe and trod toward the bathroom. The door remained closed as I'd left it, yellow electric light spilling from the narrow crack around the edge. There was no doubt this was the origin of that noise; Ninya was singing. Leaning back against the wall, I remained listening a while. There was a pattern in that song, some key to her native language. But that she was even singing at all... it was the last thing I expected, and it moved me in an inexplicable way. It was easy to believe this was the song heard by ancient mariners as they heard the calls of the mythical mermaids. Gently opening the bathroom door, I stepped inside, curiosity getting the better of me. Ninya was sitting on the edge of the tub, her back facing me, legs in the water. Her face was tilted toward the small square window set high on the wall. Her voice faltered as she became aware of my presence. "Sorry, I didn't mean for you to stop," I apologized, coming up beside her. Staring dully at her hands in her lap, Ninya's slack expression spoke volumes about how she was feeling without uttering a single word. As if adding to this scene of pathos, the water in the tub had become discoloured since I last visited her. She may well have been a prisoner of war, as Noriko described her, but I had no desire to see her live in unnecessary discomfort. Pulling the plug, I let the water drain way. "If you really were a SeaSpider pilot, I don't imagine this should be so difficult for you," I said lightly, turning on the taps. I could see her watch me from the corner of her eyes, but otherwise she didn't react at all, despite my close proximity. Still, I knew enough to keep my distance, sitting back as the clean water slowly replaced the stale old. "How on earth are we going to manage like this," I wondered aloud. "Hard to imagine us using the bathroom with you in here all the time. Noriko would never sit on the toilet with you watching her; not unless she tore your eyes out first. Sorry, bad joke. And as for me..." I hadn't even had a chance to have a proper shower all evening. Well, the fact our city was virtually shelled back to the stone age made this a minor inconvenience. That we still had running water and electricity was nothing short of a miracle. But, in the face of adversity, there exists a great desire for a return to normality. In short, I wanted my shower, middle of the night be damned. I might not have a chance in the morning -hell, the morning was the last thing I wanted to think about right now, the whole uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring. "Well, what the hell," I shrugged, deciding to make the best out of the situation. Like most traditional Japanese homes, the bath and the shower were very different entities. Indeed, it would be pretty rare to take a bath without showering clean first. But, like American style bathrooms, there was a sink and toilet; a concession to international influence and the needs of the times. Hanging my robe on the towel rack, I walked naked into the bathing area -not a shower stall per se, but an area of tiled floor with a drain set in the middle right next to the bathtub. Picking up the hand shower from the wall mount, I switched the flow from the taps and began to drench myself down. Ninya, still sitting on the edge of the tub, watched me with growing fascination. I tried not to pay too much attention to her, figuring there wasn't any harm she could do, and certainly not embarrassed about being naked when she was already naked herself. But, to my surprise, she got down onto the ground, crawling slowly forward on all fours toward me. Her bright red eyes were fixed on me, watching my every move. I might have been afraid, but there was no malice in her expression, only curiosity. For a while she sat back on her haunches, and I acted calmly and normally for fear of scaring her off. I wanted her to feel comfortable with me, though I couldn't explain exactly how or why. Padding closer, she was now squatting right in front of me, getting splashed with the same water I was. Her body was fairly shining it was so slick and wet. This was the closest I'd been to her since I originally lay her down in the tub. She was looking me over, and with some embarrassment, it seemed that my genitals held a certain fascination for her. Reaching out with a hesitant hand, Ninya touched my right thigh, feeling the flesh up to my hip and to my waist. Her skin felt cool compared to mine, her arm now brushing against my leg. Her attention turned to my dangling left hand, holding it up in front of her face. Then, in a sudden swift movement, she thrust my index finger into her mouth. Obviously I flinched, but didn't pull away for two reasons. Even though she had it clamped between her sharp teeth, she applied no pressure, and it didn't hurt at all. And the way she looked up at me, directly into my eyes, I think I understood what she was doing. In effect, she was sending this message -if I wanted her to trust me, then I would have to trust her in turn. Displaying neither fear nor alarm, I let her hold me like that until she finally relented. Apart from a couple of red marks, she'd left me unharmed. I gave her a smile, gently running my freed hand across her cheek and through her surprisingly soft hair. The Captive Taking a seat on the low bath stool, I brought myself down to her level. Ninya immediately crawled up between my legs. The way she sat and watched my later up with soap put me in mind of an overattentive dog. She was probably wondering what the hell I was doing covering myself with those strange white suds. To show her, I tried rubbing some soap on her shoulder, but she reacted as though it was painful, so I quickly rinsed it off. Perhaps her slick skin was the result of some natural secretion that soap would have washed away? As I finished scrubbing myself down, Ninya edged closer still, her nose wrinkling as if picking up my scent. No doubt, now that I was clean, I smelled differently than I did before. Her face close to my chest, she tilted down toward my lap, again fixating on my genitals. It's certainly not unusual to get an erection while bathing, and it's almost sure to happen at the most embarrassing moment, so it shouldn't be a shock to learn I was pretty stiff by the time she pushed apart my knees to get a better look. I didn't want to frighten her by shooing her away or anything, but I started to worry about what she might do. The image of her putting my cock in her mouth as she did my with finger only made me harder still. She didn't do that, but she did hold it in one hand, sniffing at the tip. Her hands were so soft and slippery, I couldn't dare to think what a handjob from her would be like, I'd have gone and done it for real. Instead, I wondered if her fascination with my organ lay in the gender of her race; being the result of genetic engineering and cloning, could it be that all of her kind were female, as in the classic mermaid? And what of her own sex? Apart from Noriko's remark about raping her, I hadn't really thought about what lay between Ninya's smooth gold coloured thighs. Thankfully, she let go, shuffling back as I rose to my feet. Brusquely towelling off, I wanted to return to bed as soon as possible. I was disturbed how aroused I'd let myself become in her presence, that I would even consider her in that way. But when I slipped back under the covers with Noriko, it wasn't my girlfriend I thought of as I masturbated to a wet sticky orgasm. * * * The next day was rough. With the efforts made to restore services and find shelter for the newly homeless, the city may yet be doomed to a slow death. Without the protection of the Pacific Fleet Base, merchant ships no longer had the safe harbour here they once had, and that was this cities life blood. I returned home in the early evening, later than usual since I had to leave the car behind -no point wasting fuel if you didn't knew for sure where or when your next fill up will come from. I entered the living room, a bag of groceries in one hand and a 'special package' under my arm. The lights were off, leaving everything in grim shadow. There I found Noriko, slouched over the dining room table, a half bottle of sake close by. I was dumbfounded -Noriko almost never drank. "What have you been doing all day," I asked, trying not to sound too judgmental or upset, though I was. "Dinner isn't even on." She looked up at me with half-open eyes. "Want to know something? It's learning. It can use the taps now. And... it sings." "What?" "That thing in there," she pointed back down the hallway, "it sings. I heard it. How can a monster like that have such a beautiful voice?" "She's not a monster." "She is, she's a fucking freak," Noriko laughed. "Have you seen her? With that icky grey and yellow skin, big red eyes, pointy ears and those pink things hanging off her neck... it's so weird. What is that?" She nodded toward the package under my arm. "Dinner for our guest." "Figures," Noriko sniffed. "You treat that thing better than me." "I don't want to argue," I said calmly, "You should try drinking some water or you'll end up with an awful hangover later." When I entered the bathroom, I was treated to an unusual sight. With her legs raised, feet dangling over the edge of the tub, she was lying flat at the bottom of the tub, her eyes closed in slumber. I was half afraid Noriko might have done something to her while I was away, but she was fine. And she'd learned to use the taps too, eh? Clever girl. I thought about waking her up, but her eyes gradually opened on their own, probably roused by the scent of fresh fish. The way she sat up out of the water made me think she might have been happy to see me too. Unwrapping the newspaper, I laid out the two nice fat salmon on the edge of the tub. Noriko walked in in time to see Ninya tearing into the first. "Excuse me," she mumbled, making a face at the sight of Ninya's unsubtle table manners. But I suppose the needs of biology outweighed Noriko's distaste for the creature, and so she watched her with me as she relieved herself on the toilet. Once Ninya had finished, she placed the remains back on the paper. Declining to take the second, she pushed the package back toward me. "I guess she must be full," I remarked, "or is giving back the other one for ourselves." "Wonderful," Noriko said sardonically, flushing the toilet. Crouching behind me, Noriko snaked an arm around my chest, pressing her face close to mine. "You really like that thing, don't you," she hissed into my ear. "I... I don't hate it." Noriko giggled, a sound that made Ninya tilt her head in curiosity. "Yeah, I bet you don't." I glared back at her, doing a quick double take. "Geez, Nori, you forgot to pull up your pants." "Who says I forgot," she snickered, dropping her hand down to my lap. To my rising horror, Noriko tried undoing the zipper on my trousers while placing wet kisses on my neck. "What the hell are you doing," I protested, failing to shove her back. "Why so shy," Noriko said, taking some delight in my discomfort. "Afraid to show a little affection in front of the family pet. She can't do anything, probably doesn't even understand. We could fuck right now, and she'd still have that daft look on her face. Come on..." "No, not in front of Ninya." "She's nothing," Noriko glared at her, "we own her. Just like I own you." "You own me?" "Of course," Noriko smiled, her hand now deep inside my pants. "As long as you have this cock, I own you. As long as you have a hard on that begs to be satisfied, I own you." Ninya stared at us, her eyes wide with growing curiosity. "Damn it," I shouted, literally tossing Noriko off my back, making a quick exit from the room. In fact, I was so angry I stormed out of the house entirely, stalking out onto the sidewalk, fists clenched at my sides. It would be impossible to describe the jumble of thoughts that raced through my head at that moment, but it' fair to say it took me quite some time before I felt ready to enter that house. Unsurprisingly, I found Noriko passed out in the living room. "So, you own me, do you," I murmured, carrying her back to the bed. "I wonder." * * * I still can't say for sure if I was judging Noriko too harshly or not. It was easy to forget by looking at her how young she still was, how internally ravaged she must be. But at the same time, it was increasingly hard to deal with her, that my feelings for her might be cracking. My normal response to this sort of stress would be to take a good long bath, but obviously that wasn't practical in current circumstances. Still, I needed to time to think, and I needed my evening shower. "Hello, Ninya," I said as I entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me. She was sitting up in the bath, chin resting on her upturned knees. She must have been painfully bored. Even my presence did little to stir her. Stripping down, I began my shower as per usual habit, continually glancing over at Ninya out of some unconscious impulse. I realized that I was secretly hoping for a repeat of last night, that she'd come over and join me in the shower. I was sort of disappointed that she remained where she was, dully watching me with those half closed red eyes. Sitting down on the bathing stool, soaping myself up, it occurred to me what it was that would grab her attention. There was no denying the idea was perverse, and I'd be at a loss to explain why I wanted that attention, but as I finished with the proper business of cleaning, I deliberately fondled and stroked my cock into full erection. Keeping my knees wide apart, I gave her the best view of the action, my soap lubricated hand sliding back and forth slowly over my penis. As I suspected, Ninya leaned forward, eyes wide. Crawling out of the tub, she crept toward me until her face was within a mere hands breadth away from my excited cock. I'm not sure I originally intended to masturbate to orgasm, but I was so far along that I don't think I had the will to stop anymore. My muscles grew more and more tense, my breathing ragged, all of which only seemed to enrapture Ninya still further. I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the tip, clinging to my deft fingers. Sitting back on her heels, I saw Ninya steal a hand down between her legs, rubbing there in a steady circular motion. I couldn't believe my eyes; Ninya was masturbating! Her mouth opened, body arching in a way that betrayed her mounting pleasure. Seeing that, I couldn't hold back any more. Gritting my teeth, I stifled a grunt as I came. My semen splashed against Ninya's cheek, her shoulder, her feathery gills and over one of her small pert breasts. Collecting some on her fingertips, she tasted my ejaculate, a sight that would have had me coming again if I was physically able. On impulse, I got off the stool and knelt down on the floor with her. Looking into her eyes for assurance, I reached under her belly and replaced Ninya's hand between her legs with my own. She didn't have what I would describe as labia, but more of a cleft that normally would have formed a tight seal, but in her state of sexual excitement, had become soft and loose enough to permit the entrance of my probing fingers. At that moment of penetration, she clamped onto my shoulder, her body lurching forward. Her lips were so close to my ears I could hear her strained, uneven breathing. It might be an unpleasant comparison, but her vagina didn't quite feel like a normal womans, but more like the time I'd audaciously pushed a finger up inside Noriko's anus during a session of cunnilingus. It was tight, but pliant, and much warmer than her clammy skin. With two of my digits firmly lodged inside her, Ninya began rocking back and forth in a gentle motion, effectively fucking my fingers. The way she was holding me close in a half embrace, I couldn't see her face, but I imagined her eyes must be closed, brow furrowed in mounting passion. Suddenly, with a plaintiff cry escaping from her lips, she shuddered all over, and I could feel her insides contract in a subtle rhythm. It was clear -I'd made her orgasm! Disentangling myself from Ninya's limbs, I scrabbled for a towel, gripped with the need to get away. The part of me that was still sober and sane revolted against what I'd just done, the act of infidelity -done with someone who wasn't even human! I could still smell her strange feminine scent on my fingers too. Ninya lay on the cold wet tile floor, one hand cupped protectively over her privates, watching me as I quickly grabbed my clothes, not even bothering to dress before leaving. It was a long time before I could drift off to sleep, the half heard strains of Ninya's song intruding on my thoughts. * * * I guess neither Noriko nor I were at our best the next morning. She was nursing the last of her hangover, and I was still wrestling with the uncomfortable truth of my sexual indiscretion. Sitting at the table, I watched Noriko slowly go about her business in the kitchen. Suddenly, with the crash of a dropped plate, she stuck her finger out back toward the hallway. "What the hell is that thing doing out here," she cried. I turned to see Ninya, one hand braced on the wall, standing unsteadily in the doorway. With a tentative look on her face, she awkwardly padded her way to the low table, kneeling at one end in the same manner as myself. "I... uh, I suppose she wants breakfast too," I said gamely. Noriko glared at us with a indescribable, incredulous expression. Ninya bent down to sniff at the miso soup, poking at the cube of tofu with her finger. "You can't think I'm going to serve that thing," Noriko complained, her voice thick with disgust. Oblivious to the rancour being directed at her, Ninya tilted her head at me, flashing me a generous smile. "You know, we're really going to have to sit down and talk this out," I said. "Should never have removed those handcuffs," Noriko muttered, picking up the shards from the floor, "where did you put them anyway?" "It's a bit late to be going down that road again," I shook my head, "I just can't see how this will end. We can't keep her forever." "Don't you know what she is?" Noriko paused to finish disposing the shattered remains of the plate. "She is our bargaining chip, our hostage. She might be the only thing was have to ensure our survival. Don't you agree?" "I don't know," I said soberly, "she might not be that important to them. I doubt if they have familial relationships as we understand them. I think we might be the only family she's ever known." "What a completely daft thing to say," Noriko sniffed. In the end, Noriko wouldn't join the table until Ninya finally decided she didn't care for miso soup and slunk back to her tub in the bathroom. I couldn't get that image out of my mind though -Ninya smiling. * * * I refrained from taking my usual evening shower. I simply couldn't trust my own judgment anymore. I tried turning my amorous energies to Noriko, but the mood wasn't really there, though we spent a long time just kissing and hugging each other. Falling asleep in each others arms, I felt that maybe it wasn't too late to save our relationship, however strained it may be. Well, that's what I told myself anyway. Sometime during the night I was roused by the subtle titillation of a hand against my half erect penis. I turned to Noriko, puzzled to find her back facing me. Still groggy with sleep, I lay there for a while before finally looking in the other direction. There, a pair of luminous red eyes stared out at me, the hand continuing to explore my testes and increasingly hard erection under the sheets. "Ninya," I gasped, stiffening in horror. I hardly dared move lest Noriko woke up, but I couldn't have Ninya squatting there by the side of the bed like that. Seeing I was awake, she leaned closer, her other hand touching my lips as if in a kiss. At that moment, my only concern was getting Ninya back into the bathroom before Noriko became aware. Naked as I was, I pulled back the covers and carefully stepped out of bed. Gathering Ninya up in my arms, I physically carried her into the well lit bathroom. She clung tightly to me, her arms wrapped around my neck, planting clumsy wet kisses against my neck. With a sudden shock, I realized she was mimicking what she'e seen Noriko do to me, just as she'd mimicked me at the breakfast table. Still cradling her in my arms, I stood there in front of the tub, no longer able to dump her in there as I originally intended. Instead, I bent my head down and gave her a full open mouth kiss. Her thin lips parted, matching my expression of passion with her own, our tongues touching. I won't pretend that her breath was a sweet bed of roses or anything, but I really didn't care. Gently lowering ourselves to the floor, I let my hand roam to her small breasts, pressing against the soft pliant flesh and teasing the nipple with my thumb. "I must be mad," I breathed into her elongated ear, burying my face in her wild grey and silver streaked hair. "I think I'm falling in love with you." Reaching down, she had resumed her grip on my organ, pulling and squeezing in a rhythmic motion. I ran hot kisses along the length of her neck, her flesh tasting strange and distinctly aquatic. Rather than repelling m, it only excited me still further, and I forced her golden thighs further apart, worming myself between them. When Ninya began squirming in my arms, pushing me back, I thought that I'd gone too far, that I'd misread her intentions. Turning over onto her knees, she braced her hands up on the edge of the tub, looking back at me over her shoulder. No, I hadn't misread anything. She was simply getting into the position her instincts told her was the most natural for mating. Her ass presented foremost to me, I could clearly see the well defined line of her cleft, and the delicate pink interior. Getting up behind her, I laid a reassuring hand on her back as I lined myself up with her opening. Pushing hard, I slid inside her a couple of inches with my first thrust. Ninya's mouth opened in a shallow cry, her face contorted with the strange sensations of her first proper fuck. She was tight, but so wet that I fully penetrated her on my second thrust, my hands firmly clenched to her generous hips. Ninya made a sound as if she were in pain, so I remained still for a while, letting her get used to my length. I continued to caress her slick skin, feeling along her sides and underneath to her hanging breasts. Ninya's breathing became more even, and when she started to push back against me, I knew she was truly ready. Her vagina was like a velvet vice, the most erotic containment I'd ever experienced. Savouring the sensation, I took my time as I rocked back and forth within her, her body quivering in my embrace. But I couldn't restrain myself for long, and with Ninya mewing in strained pleasure, I rammed into her harder and harder. My own breath was coming in short gasps, and I could feel the tightness in my balls that told me I wouldn't be able to endure for much longer. I wanted to come in her so badly, and I knew she wanted it too. Her head reared back, shoulders arched high, her ass pressing back hard against my pelvis. Her interior gripped me tight, and I was finally forced to surrender; I came. I remained stock still, muscles rigid as I shot my ejaculate in thick streams into her womb. Even afterwords, I remained clinging to her, face buried in her hair while she gradually eased down, laying her head on the bathtub rim. My penis slid wetly out of her vagina, a small trail of semen leaking from her tight slit. Picking her up in my arms, I got into the tub, and we both fell asleep like that; she seated on my lap, head lolled back on my shoulder, her translucent fins unfurled and draped over my skin. [to be continued... ] The Captive The caravan slumbered in the hot desert night. The crewmen surrendered their night of drinks and dice and retired to bedrolls beside the carts. Only D'nel remained awake. He was always awake. The damned, like himself, were forbidden the comfort of dreams. He hated being on mortal soil with the worthless flesh-bearers who dually worshiped and feared his kind. His work demanded this attention here. He brought the newly anointed Underworld-Lord his tithe. D'nel deserved recognition for this effort, a seat at the Dark one's council, or perhaps as delegate to the upper echelon. Instead he found himself relegated to the outskirts, wrapped in menial tasks with few rewards. He hoped his offering would encourage the new Lord to view him in a more favorable light. He made his way through the silent camp to check on the cargo. Already he was thinking about the rare jewel, finding its cage at a distance where he'd tucked between pens of exotic beasts and chests of riches. It surprised him to find a man there, leaning in against the small enclosure. The man had a meaty fist braced against the top bars, head tossed back to look skyward. Or so D'nel thought until he heard the low, human groan. His blood heated at what he witnessed. Within the cage he could see his prize. His captive. The drunk human had unlocked the cage door , one hand reached within, grasping the prisoner's white-gold hair. His pants were rumpled down his thighs in drunken haste and from his vantage point, he could see the pink lips stretched around the man's straining prick. There she was, crumpled on the bottom of the cage, dirty from the capture and bruised along her once perfect, pearly-peach flesh. Magic bound her, script in blood coiled across her belly and iron bands held her limbs. One of her feathery wings lay pinned under her body while the other was half thrust through the cage. The broken shafts of primary feathers looked like muddy bundles of shattered reeds were they tangled in the bars of her prison. The drunken man used the glossy hair he held in his fist as a handhold to move her. He shoved her up and down onto the cock, letting it split her lush lips and plunge down her throat. With every pump the momentum sent her little body jerking to the limits of the enclosure. The vigorous movement bounced her full breasts sharply. Despite the degradation and humiliation, her big nipples were hard pink pearls on the bouncing tits. For a moment D'nel couldn't quite believe what he saw. Here was his gift for the Lord of Demons being sullied by human hands. She had not even passed through The Gates and thusfar remained as pure as her sisters prior to D'nel sampling their sweetness. He tested them, for quality of course, to be sure the pretty one would be worthy. His cock swelled at memory of their silken flesh. Their piercing cries sang in his ears as he pressed his teeth into their flesh and then his cock split thee bliss of pristine, angel-pussy. They tasted like honey and sunshine and his tongue still felt swollen from the hours he spent feasting between those lean, thighs. Face buried and grinding into the heat, he had lapped up their plush cunt from ass to clit, suckling all their flavors. Watching their responses as he peeled open their slippery lips with his long, dark fingers was an intoxicant! Steadily, he pressed in, exposing the throbbing little clit. Better to bite and hear them squeal and buck in fear and pain and—pleasure—those bites created. The real reward was making them feel shameful pleasure as he fucked them and made them fall from grace. The memory of his debauchery and pleasure of the twin conquests did not soften his rage. He had not spent all this time in this wretched land to have his plans spoiled by this nameless mortal partaking of that perfection. If he wanted to send his Lord a soiled treasure, he would have taken this one himself. D'nel took a hulking step forward, the sound of his footsteps masked by the creaking of the cage as the fool used the angel-captive within. Before he could lift his clawed fist out to deal the killing blow, the angel's brilliant blue gaze pierced his own. Her lips stretched and jaw forced wide around her unworthy assailant. D'nel felt his cock jerk upward with savage desire. In the instant their eyes met, the mortal screamed out in pain and his body wrenched back, away from the cage. He tried to break free as his agony tore from his throat, but his cock was caught in the teeth rather than soft lips he so recently plundered. The fool lifted a hand to smack at the angel's face but D'nel was already there. With a roar, he slashed the mortal down. The mortal sullying her perfection could be tolerated no longer. As the man's rolling eyes faded, his body slumped to the ground, but only when his shoulders landed on the earth did the angel let up on the bite she had delivered. She bared bloody teeth to D'nel ferociously for a moment, letting out a hiss and snarl of foamy blood. D'nel returned the look coolly as he reached into the cage to slap her across the face. It was an open palm strike but hard enough to send her reeling back with a golden cry of pain. The mortal's blood left a scarlet smear across her pale flesh, dripping from the corner of her mouth. This one would require special training to repel the rebellion. Perhaps the stink and taste of mortal blood would give her something think about. She would have to wait until first light to have some relief of fresh water. As much as he wanted to take her training in hand right now, it would have to wait until she had time to consider her choices. There would be time enough later. Once he had her processed, and presented, he could worry about what training she might need. She might not last for more than a day under the Lord's desires. ------------------ On the floor of her cage, Therlyna tried her best to hide, but there was little she could do but beside lay there, naked and exposed as the wagon rumbled down the barren hillside. Her once lovely and proud wings were too sore and stiff to cover her body. Every inch of her body pulsed with a buzz of physical discomfort, from jaw where the creature slapped her, down to the torn soles of her feet. Adding to her distress, the taste of copper in her mouth made her feel queasy. The stink of mortal blood filled her nostrils and although she wiped the splattered filth from her face, her fingers were stained with a gritty, rusty taint. Oh how far she had fallen from her rank and title. On either side of her she could see her guards and feel their eyes raking over her abused body. Their lust and desire plain, and even if they weren't, her 'other' senses felt them. She squeezed her eyes closed but behind her eyelids she could feel their eyes molesting her. It felt like heat wavered over her flesh, gazes traveling across her backside, her hip and breasts. She squirmed with discomfort against the rough wood planks of her prison. Whenever she opened her eyes, she found several mortals staring at her. Their openly hungry looks made her heart ache worse than her physical body. Shameful to feel this way! She could feel her cheeks burn with humiliation and she tried to rolls onto her stomach, only to find one wing pinned between the bars of the cage. The enclosure did not allow enough room to pull free and pain twisted through her shoulder, making her light headed. As she rolled, she felt the warm wind lick up her ass and against her nude sex. Even without turning her head, she knew that her captors were enjoying the soft curves, but could do nothing about it. There was so much physical stimulation! Nothing like she felt before at home. Home was soft and sensation felt muffled. Here everything was sharp, clear and overwhelming. It surprised her when the dirty hand slipped through the bars and groped one cheek of her ass. She tried to make a sound, but nothing came out of her throat, the collar around her neck had silenced her. Of course it had, no fool would give an angel her voice. She could hear the mortal laughing as her body responded to the touch. She hated how her body responded, hips bucking up towards the touch. The laughter turned to groans as her heat turned to liquid honey, a slippery cream she felt dripping from her pussy lips. Fingers stroked up against her sex, pinching one swollen lip roughly until a hiss of breath exploded from her throat. The rough fingers nuzzled between the slit, opening her, exposing the pink, gloss of her pussy. The fragrance of her cunt, cloying sweet with her need, filled the small enclosure, making her burn from her public degradation. She wanted to strike out at them and hurt them, but the strength of her passion held her still and made her skin Biting down on the back of her hand, she tasted the sour-copper-filth of mortal blood and wanted to chew a chunk from her own flesh to stop the craving for the crude exploration of her pussy. Before she could decide if she would strike or be undone right then and there in the cage before the brutish witnesses, the hand jerked away and she heard the gurgling cry and then the roar of her captor. Through the hair that partly veiled her face, she could see the red-skinned demon towering over the cage, over the mortals. She trembled less from fear than the awful need as she tried to crush herself into the corner of the cage. -------------------------- D'nel was no green recruit, the long years hardened and jaded him, but even he staggered when he caught the scent of the angelic prize within her confinement. He feared, even as he dispatched of the violator, that he would have to kill every last one of the mortals before they reached their destination. Through the haze of fury he watched the angel through the bars of her cage and felt lust tighten from his stomach all the way to the tip of his cock making him stiffen painfully. He could read the willful sharpness of her edges, the rebellion in every inch of her tiny frame. Not only was her condition near to spoiled but she needed training to be worthy of a Warlord. It would be such a waste to have her ruined beyond repair on her first unveiling to His Lordship. No, he would have to take her in hand. She needed good training and she needed to be taken well in hand, for her own well-being. The thought both excited and made him weary. It wouldn't be easy to keep such a creature without being tempted to spoil her himself. Could he manage to keep his hands off her enough to train and educate without sampling all of her goodness? "Girl?" He spoke to her slowly, using her own tongue to speak, vile though that angelic dialect was to him. She blinked up at him, her pale face shinning and her eyes widening in surprise. Her discomfort pleased him and soothed a fraction of his rage. "You have displeased me twice. For this I will see to your training. As fair as you are and as you might be....you are wild as the wind." He smirked and added, "I will harness the wind." So it was that he had the prize transported to his cathedral. After she was truly broken to her fate it would be simple to transport her. He imagined the looks on the faces of the minor lordlings when he brought his conquest in, tethered by fine golden chains like a falcon. It made his blood hotter and he was glad for the company of his own personal slaves when he was finally ensconced in his room. All thoughts of his willful-gift were washed away as his darling Therra come to attend him. Without a word she swept into the room, all dark hair and amber flesh and eyes that glinted like onyx in her proud face. Her leathery wings gleamed in the candles she'd lit, sinking down to kneel at his feet. The scent of her body and her natural musk made him growl in appreciation. When her hands slid up his thighs, sneaking under his loincloth to fondle his balls, he wanted nothing more than to throw her down and sink deep into her. All her skills of seduction and tricks she'd learned long before he caught his devil-princess were nothing right now. He only wanted wild rutting. She gave a startled cry when he grabbed a fistful of silken black hair and yanked her head back. The sound one of pleasure, lips falling open as her soulless dark eyes shuttered to narrow slits of desire. There was little struggle in her as he yanked her up into his arms, into his lap and while his hand secured her by her hair, his other hand ripped his loincloth away. His mouth claimed hers, and she growled lustfully into his lips and onto his tongue as he devoured that succulent fruit. Then his hands ripped through the gauze of her dress, chuckling at the sound of dismay that rose up in her, taunting her by tearing the fabric from her breasts and scraping his claws across the soft amber flesh. The dress would not be the only thing that he ruined this night. His teeth pressed into the plump meat of her lower lip, grabbing and holding tightly, ignoring the change in her voice from desire and lust to fear and pain. He felt rather than saw her realization that her own pleasures would not be his concern tonight. Her pitiful cry warming his face made him nearly crazy with desire for her. She struggled, but as her claws found purchase on his shoulder and spine, he rolled atop her on the bed. One clawed hand spread open her thighs, spreading her open easily despite her bucking and writhing. The other hand claimed her breasts, sharp talons dimpling on either side of her ruby nipple. She screamed then and he released her lip, drawing his head back to admire his prized-slave. Under him, she seemed so small, and her face was a twisted mask of agony and panic, her lower lip swollen and red, his fang marks pressed into the pouting lip. Tears gleamed in her dark eyes before she closed them, trying to shut out his leering, joyous expression. Her hot cunt wasn't even damp for him, but he split her open around him with a single thrust of his cock, sending her sliding back on the bedding, saved only by his grip upon her. Another scream split her lips and he drew her back against him, grinding himself in until the base of his cock ground hard into the tight pearl of her clit and his balls slapped her ass. Again and again he took his pleasure of her, fucked her until her voice was nothing but a wind-song of broken sighs and sobs. His body bowed over her, his leathery wings falling down so that the pinions stroked her tear-stained face, groaning at how tight she was, how every hiccup in her chest make her pussy tighten around his dick that plunged in and out of her. For all her struggles and for her cries of mercy, she was as soaked with her own frothy lust as ever she was when he'd been kind to her. Not that it mattered....all he wanted was to sate the hunger in his balls. As she wilted under him, her trembling body tightening against his thrusts. He forced his cock deeper, impaling her fully along the length of his cruelly veined cock-flesh. His climax came like a flood. A wild beast let out of its cage at long last. The fire burned through him and as his burning cum flooded from him, he burned for her, and burned against her, bowing his head down at last to seize her by the throat in his jaws, holding her down fully so she could not writhe and spoil the bliss of his orgasm. In that moment, at the peak of splendor, he saw not the red and charred carnal bliss but the blazing white face of his willful angel-slave. The Captive FRIDAY EVENING My tension about this weekend had been building ever since Alycia agreed to the project to investigate humiliation and whenever I spoke to her about it she simply said in a very firm tone, "You do not ask questions, you will know about it when it happens." Last lecture on Friday night seemed to drone on for ages and the second it was over Alycia, who had been sitting beside me, grabbed my arm. "Right come with me." Remember Alycia is a drama student so she knows how to play a role to the hilt and she had become a hard, cold bitch who would not take any arguments. My captor refused to tolerate any conversation as she steered me along the corridors and down the stairs to the basement where the walls and ceilings are a mass of pipes and cables. We went into the boiler room where no student has a legitimate reason to be and, in the pale yellow light I saw three male students whom I did not know. Alycia kissed me on the cheek and then spoke to the men. "Captive delivered. You need to sign for her." The significance of the kiss did not escape me. Betrayed with a kiss. Alycia took a sheet of paper from her pocket and one of the men signed it then Alycia took my bag from me and spoke to me. "These guys are your jailors. They have the power of life and death. You do what they say and if you give them any trouble at all they will make you one sad bitch. Do you understand?" She was playing her part so well that I was genuinely intimidated and I said yes. Then suddenly Alycia was gone taking my bag with her and leaving me alone with three strangers. The first command came immediately. "Strip!" Looking at the floor and almost trembling I dragged my sweatshirt over my head and felt very cold as the air touched my bare skin now that I only had my bra above the waist. I knew there was no point in pausing so I continued to disrobe as they stood in a sort of curved formation in front of me. My bare feet felt freezing on the concrete floor as the men made obscene comments about my shaven pussy then one of them took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and briskly cuffed my hands behind me. Now I was naked and helpless and hardly anyone knew where I was. Young men have very powerful sex drives; there was a real risk of this getting out of hand. One of them scooped up my clothes from the floor and put them into a holdall then picked up a beige raincoat from the floor and arranged it around me. My shoulder was grabbed very firmly. "You come with us. You do not look left or right. You do not open your stupid f__ing mouth." And with that we left the boiler room. The raincoat was buttoned but, of course, my cuffed hands were not in the sleeves. The three men were all big and they were crowded around me as we climbed the stairs and walked through the corridors of the college. I was barefoot, handcuffed and practically naked with people all around us including several lecturers hurrying off to their weekend. They steered me out of the front door and along the street in the light drizzle. I was at the same time feeling the chill air and also very hot due to my blood pressure which must have been up to sky high. My feet were splashing in puddles and I could not see where I was going due to the 6ft tall black guy in front of me. We went into an open air car park which was quite crowded and they took me to a Land Rover with a canvas cover on the back. Two of them heaved me up into the back and I felt a hot hand on my bare bum. Some sort of rag was forced into my mouth and a black hood came down over my head so now my world was filled with the sound of my tense breathing as the vehicle started up and began to move with me rocking about inside. During the trip my tits were groped and a rough hand found its way inside my raincoat to squeeze between my legs. Eventually we stopped and the hood was pulled off my head and the rag dragged from my aching mouth. "We are taking you into your flat. You move fast. You do not want to be seen." My flat? What did they have in mind? Two of them lifted me down from the Land Rover and again I was crowded as we moved to the door of the flats which was open. I guessed Alycia must have used my keys from my bag. It took seconds to move through the hallway and into my front door where I saw Alycia standing in my small hallway. While I was looking at her one of the guys who was crowded against me in the narrow hallway stripped off the raincoat from me so I was now once again stark naked and handcuffed. Alycia seemed very much in charge and she gave an order to the guys before she headed down the hall to my bedroom. "Bring her." I was propelled to my neat bedroom where Alycia was stripping the bed and dumping everything on the floor. She told the guys to find my undies drawer which one of them did quite quickly and then its contents were emptied out onto my bed. My vibrator and handcuffs were lying amongst all my bras and panties. The men enjoyed pointing this out and holding the vibrator in front of me in a very threatening way. Alycia told one of the guys to empty my wardrobe and he began to pull out all of my clothes and just dump them on the bed and on the floor. Then she placed herself about an inch from my face. "You got any black bin bags Chicken?" I very hesitantly told her where they were and she went to fetch one. When she brought it back she had one of the guys push all my underwear into the bag. I could tell they were all enjoying my discomfort at the guys handling my most intimate private possessions. One of the guys wanted to trash the flat and Alycia was talking about going through my bank statements and confiscating my diary so they could pass it around at college. But the black guy seemed nervous. "We stay here much longer and someone's gonna remember seeing the Land Rover outside. We gotta go now." It seemed to me that they were playing this uncomfortably real but I had an even more pressing concern and I appealed to Alycia. "I need to pee. Please can I?" Alycia grinned and told two of the guys to take me to the loo. They did not free my hands and they both stood in the open doorway of the bathroom while I awkwardly lowered myself onto the seat having managed to raise the lid using my hands which were shackled behind me. I sat there feeling very embarrassed as they watched me and was slightly afraid that I would not be able to do what I needed to do while they were there. But my muscles did let go and I sat miserably under their eyes as the fluid ran out of me. As soon as I was finished Alycia gave the order to get me back into the vehicle. "If she misbehaves slap her around a bit." The raincoat was again buttoned around me and I was hustled out to the vehicle by the three guys who loaded me into the back and hooded me for the drive. It seemed a long drive with lots of corners which caused me to lurch about and fall into my guards. When we stopped I was carried down to the pavement and steered along while still hooded. We went over a threshold and there was some more walking along a passageway. I was pushed down so that I was sitting on the floor and I heard chain jingling then cold steel was fastened around my ankles and it was obviously attached to something because I had to sit with my knees folded and my ankles a few inches from some hard surface which I could feel was cold against my feet. Then my hood was dragged off and I found I was blinking and looking around at a narrow, windowless utility room with a washing machine and a tall freezer. My ankles were shackled and the chain ran around one of the wheels of the washing machine. I was sitting on a dingy rug and I saw with fear that one of the guys was kneeling in front of me and bringing a rag towards my mouth. It was probably a scarf and he tied it very tightly behind my head so that I was gagged and my face was pulled out of shape. Then he stood up and looked down at me with a very pleased look on his face. Next the hood was again pulled over my head and I heard them leave. I was very aware that I had taken neither food nor drink since a light snack at lunchtime. It was impossible to find a comfortable position. If I leaned back against the wall I had to twist awkwardly because of where my feet were anchored but if I moved towards the washing machine my back was away from the wall so I had to either sit up straight or lie on the hard floor. If I listened very hard I could hear murmured conversation in another room and I knew that I was dribbling around the edges of my gag which was too tight and was hurting me. I seemed to be there for a very long time wishing that I could have a drink then I heard a door opened and a light switch snapped on. My hood was pulled off and I found I was looking up at the tall black guy. To my horror I saw that he was completely naked and his penis was very erect. It was pointing skywards and seemed to be about a foot long with its base in a very thick black bush. He was grinning broadly. "It's your lucky day Sugar. Are you ready to make us both very happy?" I looked up in horror and shook my head. He moved theatrically slowly and squatted down in front of me then he very gently began to caress my boobs as I sat there helplessly. Then he held his arms wide apart as if he were preparing to make a grab for me. I tensed and he brought his face to mine with his tongue out. He touched his tongue to the tip of my nose then sat back on his haunches laughing very loudly. "Honey getting raped is the least of your worries. This is about the perfect crime. We is going to get away with murder. Nobody knows you is here and think about it. You think we would let you see our faces and then just let you walk away? Your pal Alycia is an accomplice so she ain't gonna say nothing and anyways this is all her idea. Can you think what a thrill it would be to do this and then just go back to college on Monday with no-one knowin' we ever met you?" Still laughing he replaced my hood and left me alone. Could it be true? This had started out as a prank but they were playing it very real and my chains were certainly real. Alycia's boyfriend was a psychology student. Could this be some psychology experiment to find out what it feels like to commit murder? Alycia was my friend but everyone knew she was wild. Would she really go this far? How could I know? I began to struggle in my chains but it was useless so I just lay there trying to convince myself that the boy had only been trying to scare me. I don't think I actually dozed there on the hard floor but I was sort of half asleep when someone began to fumble with my hood. I heard Alycia telling me that I was to be given a drink but if I did anything at all stupid the drink would be taken away. The hood was lifted clear of my mouth but still kept over my eyes and the gag was removed. It had bitten into the corners of my mouth and it hurt when it was pulled away then a glass was put to my mouth and I drank greedily. It was cold water and I had soon gulped down the full contents of the glass then I felt her begin to gag me again. I tried to beg her not to do that but it had no effect and then I was alone again. Of course I had completely lost track of time as I lay there with every muscle and bone aching but sometime later I heard them come back and the shackle was removed from my left ankle. I guess they had bought the shackles from a sex shop which had also sold the handcuffs. I was now no longer chained to the washing machine and it hurt to move my leg which had become stiff. I felt the chain between the shackles wound around my ankles and the shackle was again locked onto me so that now my ankles were chained together. There was lots of banter between my captors and I found my naked body being lifted onto someone's shoulder and carried in a sort of fireman's lift. I shivered as the cold night air hit me. They were carrying me outside but I was only outside for seconds before being dumped onto the dirty hard metal floor of a van. I felt those metal ribs which a van has on the floor so that boxes can be more easily slid along. I heard the door slam and then the van was moving. I think I had company in the back of the van because I thought I felt a training shoe touch my body. I felt the van stop and then reverse and then the door was opened and hands grabbed me without being too fussy about where they grabbed me. I was manhandled into a sitting position with my feet over the back of the van and they unchained my ankles then hands gripped my forearms and steered me as I walked on cold concrete then over a metal threshold and onto carpet. Along a passageway and over a threshold onto more concrete where we stopped and my hood was taken off. I was standing on a brick floor at the top of brick steps down into a cellar lit by one naked yellow bulb set into the wall. The three guys were still with me and I was told to walk downstairs which I did. I was very worried as sound does not travel outside a basement. Were they actually going to kill me here? Along one side of the cellar was wooden shelving with some boxes stored thereon and a gold coloured sleeping bag lay on the floor. As I was looking around Alycia gracefully came down the steps as if she were at the London Palladium. She was holding her mobile phone. "The Russian says £15,000 if she's in good condition." She was grinning. The black boy asked what about the original plan to kill me and one of the others rounded on him that nearly £4000 each was a lot better than having to hide a body and get nothing at all. They looked at Alycia who was ice cool and very much in control. "Ivan says he will come over tomorrow to check her over and if he's satisfied we hand her over then and get the money on the spot." There was not a flicker of a giggle. They were serious. Then Alycia spoke to me. "You're not worth anything if you die of pneumonia down here so you get a sleeping bag Dearie. Tomorrow we part company." Then she gave the boys some orders and they removed my handcuffs and immediately refastened them with my hands in front. I had to climb into the sleeping bag then they clipped one end of the leg shackles to the chain of my handcuffs and the other end to the shelving. Alycia told them to take away my gag. "You could shout as loud as you like down here and tomorrow you probably will but if you do make any noise we will hear you and it will annoy us so please keep quiet or we will have to gag you again." When the gag came off I began to plead and to seek assurance that all this talk of Ivan the Russian was really just a joke. Alycia yelled at me. "I warned you. One more word and the gag goes on and you get a kicking." This cowed me into silence and I watched them walk up the steps. They placed a child's night light on the top step and lit it then they snapped off the light and shut the door on me. The light did nothing to illuminate my prison but I did keep looking at it as I lay there in fear, discomfort and confusion for a very long night alone. My stomach was rumbling. SATURDAY It must have been some time on Saturday morning when they came back. They were carrying a plastic bucket and a tray with some items on it. One of the boys dragged my sleeping bag from me and released the shackle from the centre of my handcuffs. Then my hands were again locked behind me and a beaker of water was put to my lips. After that they all stood around watching as I relieved myself into the bucket. One of the boys took the bucket away and brought it back empty. As bucket boy climbed the steps with his steaming cargo Alycia said that it was exercise time and my leg irons were again put in place then I was ordered to walk in a circle while they jeered and made comments about my body and what the Russian would think of me. They made me increase my pace and I was doing a sort of shuffling quick march while they watched my boobs and bum jiggling. When they tired of that game a bowl from the tray was placed on the floor and I was made to lie on my belly and crawl over the stone floor to the bowl which proved to contain cold baked beans. I had to lie full length and lap up the beans while, of course, my hair kept falling into the bowl. They stood around making comments until I had cleared the bowl. Some of them thought they should try to negotiate an increase in what the Russian would pay but others said he was not the sort of person who negotiated. I tried to reason with Alycia but that only got me a series of wicked slaps on my bare buttocks and a stream of abuse. Then Alycia reminded me that this whole thing had started when I wanted to explore the question of humiliation so she ordered me to kneel with my knees wide apart. She had one of the boys cuff my hands in front then she told me to start masturbating and not to stop until I was told. I tried not to look at the boys who were standing around me watching and my hands went to my pussy which I had not been able to wipe after using the bucket. I could feel tears running down my cheek as I worked away at myself while they cheered me on to greater effort. I did not orgasm but I was scared to stop what I was doing. Alycia took a jar of jam from the tray and went behind me then I felt her rubbing great handfuls of jam into my hair and around my face while I kept masturbating. They seemed to enjoy this game for quite a long time then I was dragged to my feet and made to stand with my back to the shelving. A second pair of handcuffs was produced and my hands were each secured to the shelving then the leg irons were woven around the shelving and locked on to me so that I was standing with my arms at my sides and my legs apart. One of the boys took a glass jar from the tray and approached me with a wicked look in his eye. He began to vigorously rub the thick grease into my boobs and between my legs. It burned almost at once; it was a sort of liniment used by rugby players to rub into injuries. I could not help moaning and twisting my body about in a vain effort to ease my discomfort. When they had enjoyed this game they said it was time to go for a beer and the hood was dragged down over my head and I was left shackled and standing against the shelves. They were doing all they could to make me as uncomfortable as possible; the way that my ankles were shackled meant that I could hardly move my feet at all and my arms were also held in an unnatural position handcuffed to beams of wood at just above waist height. The time passed very slowly and my mind went into a sort of neutral state. I found I was thinking of my mum and dad and my little sister and I was trying, and failing, to avoid thinking about my meeting with the Russian. I thought I heard a small sound but could not be certain. I was straining my senses to determine if someone had come into my prison when I suddenly felt a hand on my belly and I gave a little cry. I could hear the other person breathing and the hand crept towards my pussy where it began to stroke me. I was trying to decide if it was a female or a male hand but I could not be sure. I asked "Who are you?" but received no reply. Fingers were now intruding into me in a very personal way. I know I was talking but the other person said nothing and then a hand reached up inside my hood and rammed some cloth into my mouth. The hand continued to work with increasing vigour and I could feel myself building to arousal. My breathing was becoming unsteady and I knew to my horror that I was going to orgasm. My legs were trying to jerk about and the chains were rattling and pulling me back against the timber shelving as I made increasingly loud moans and shouts into the wadding which was filling my mouth. Was I being masturbated by one of the boys or by Alycia? I had no way of knowing. Whoever it was brought me to several climaxes and then the hand was gone leaving me panting and feeling like a rag which has been wrung out. The gag was not tied in my mouth and for a moment I wondered if spitting it out would earn me a punishment but I did work my mouth and push with my tongue so in the end the gag came out and once more I was just standing there quiet and alone after enduring one more humiliation. The Captive And then I began to hear voices raised in argument. I could only hear the odd phrase but it was very worrying. "If he wants to use her in his snuff movie how is that worse than us killing her?.....We can't trust Ivan....I say we should get more than just 15K...we should stick to the plan..why does he want her delivered to him and not come here for her?" They were arguing about me and what to do with me so my whole future, or whether I had a future, was hanging in the balance. I cried out as loudly as I could for them to please come down here to me and for a very long time they completely ignored me. Eventually I heard the door and then the voice of the black boy from just in front of me. "She says you need to shut the f___ up. If you don't she'll come down here and cut you." I slumped in my chains and the sobbing started. I guess the boy had gone although I didn't hear him go. It was very soon after that when I heard Alycia speaking quite gently to me. "It's OK, we were winding you up." She pulled off my hood and I saw Alycia and the three boys standing in front of me. Alycia was stroking my hair which was still sticky from the jam. "The argument you heard was staged. Perhaps we went a bit far." I was overwhelmed by relief but she was still talking and my ordeal was not finished. "The deal was that you would be held captive all weekend and it's still Saturday. Are you backing out?" I asked who had masturbated me and Alycia refused to reply, she just repeated her earlier question about whether I was going to go the full agreed distance. It was a difficult decision; a big part of me wanted a hot bath and a decent meal but they were all standing around looking at me. If I backed out it would be a greater humiliation than anything they had inflicted on me. After a pause I said that I would go the distance and remain in captivity for the rest of the weekend. Alycia spoke very firmly and said that, even though the threat of the Russian had been removed, part of the deal was still unquestioning obedience and I needed to accept that my fate was entirely in their hands. She made me say out loud that I would accept whatever fate they had for me until I was released on Sunday evening. As soon as she had secured that agreement my hood went back on and my breasts were groped which made me writhe as much as my chains would permit then there was silence and I thought I had been left alone. However after only a few minutes they were back (perhaps one or some of them had been here all the time). My hood was removed and a large beaker of water was put to my lips for me to drink although I spilt some of it down my chin and onto my breasts. When I had drunk the hood went back on and I felt my legs being unchained. As I stood there feeling very unsteady my hands were released from the shelving and cuffed behind me. Hands grabbed me and I was marched up the stairs and along a passageway then through a doorway where I felt cold concrete under my bare feet. The hood was suddenly pulled off and I was in a garage lit by an orange bulb. I looked at the metal up and over door and then I saw the cage on the floor. It must have been made for a large dog; it had a wooden floor and the rest was a mesh of iron which made up the walls and the roof. In one corner of the rectangular cage was a bowl. They made me get into the cage with my hands still cuffed behind me. I had to kneel to enter the cage but they allowed me to keep my legs outside the cage. In order to lap up the contents of the bowl I had to kneel with my bum in the air and I was aware that the boys standing behind me had a full view not only of my backside but of the puffy lips between my buttocks. The bowl contained hot thick vegetable soup with hunks of bread floating in it. The food was very welcome but of course my hair kept getting into the bowl and my face was soon covered in soup which spilt onto the wooden floor of the cage. Occasionally we could hear voices and traffic sounds from the other side of the garage door and I was aware that only a few feet from me people were leading their ordinary lives unaware that a naked girl was being abused so close to them. When the bowl was empty and my sticky jammy hair was liberally matted with soup I was ordered out of the cage and allowed to use the plastic bucket which was provided for me, of course with all of them watching me. Then one of the three guys picked up some clothes line which had been lying on the floor and my handcuffs were removed. I was not given time to massage my marked wrists before my hands were pulled behind me and bound very tightly. Then my upper arms were tied to my torso and that horrible cloth gag was tightly tied into my mouth. They lowered me down so that my bare bum was on the concrete floor and Alycia ordered me to get myself into the cage which I did by shuffling across the floor and scratching my buttocks on the rough concrete. When just my legs were out of the cage my ankles and knees were bound and then forced inside the cage. I could not sit up straight due to the low roof of the cage so I had to sort of slouch with my shoulders pressed against the bars on either side and my knees bent under my chin with my toes touching the bars on the other end of my cramped prison. Alycia knelt down and reached her hand between my legs where she spent some time very firmly groping me down there. I did not enjoy the way that she felt free to grope me whenever she chose in full view of the leering boys. When Alycia was satisfied she shut the door and snapped the padlock in place then they left me and switched off the light. I could make out a strip of daylight around the edges of the door and I could hear the sounds from the street. The ropes which bound me were very tight and being crammed against the bars of my cage was torture. To make it worse I needed to pee. I held it for as long as I could hoping that my captors would come back but in the end I had to let it go feeling the warm fluid run around my buttocks. My jaws ached from the gag and the wet skin around my mouth was sore. I think I suffered in the cage for hours before the light was snapped on and they all came back chatting and drinking from glasses of lager. Of course they immediately smelt the reek of my pee and that brought forth some jeers and expressions of disgust. Alycia was holding a spare glass of lager and she asked if I would like it. Although she was responsible for torturing me I felt a wave of gratitude and my dry mouth began to long for the cool beer. Alycia set the glass on top of the cage and smiled gently at me as she reached for the padlock then she stopped. "Dirty little girls who make a mess don't deserve a nice drink." Then she up ended the glass so that the whole pint rained down on my head and into my lap. Laughing loudly they again left me in the darkness. As I lay there with my muscles aching I saw the light around the garage door begin to fade and then it disappeared so I was suffering in pitch blackness. I have no idea how much later it was when the light again came on and they returned with one of the boys carrying a bucket of what proved to be hot water and disinfectant. The cage was unlocked and I was ordered out so I had to awkwardly and painfully shuffle on my bare bottom. When I was on the concrete floor one of the boys cut the ropes binding my hands and arms but left me bound at the knees and ankles then Alycia ordered me to scrub the cage to wash it free of my pee. I had to do this while lying on the floor with my legs still bound and they stood around telling me to scrub harder with the scrubbing brush and not miss any of the cage floor. While I was working one of the boys returned to the house through the connecting door and came back with a hose which I guess must have been connected to the kitchen tap. My heart sank as I knew what was going to happen. They made me sit up and face the hose then he moved the valve on the hose and a high pressure jet caught me in the belly. It was freezing and he kept moving the hose so that the jet caught me in the head, the body and in my lap. Alycia barked orders at me to turn over and the hose was played over my back and my behind then once again they made me face the jet. When the jet was turned off my hair was soaking and sticking to my head and I was shivering and cuddling my sodden body which was lying in a puddle on the concrete floor. The ropes were cut from my legs and my hands were handcuffed behind me then my hood went back over my head and I felt a rough towel or cloth drying my feet and legs. On another order I had to get to my feet which is not easy to do when one is handcuffed and hands grabbed my arms to guide me along. We left the garage and I was walking on carpet then we climbed carpeted stairs and walked along a landing until my hood was yanked off and I was standing in a bathroom with just the two white boys. My leg shackles were on the floor and one of the boys was running a bath. The small room was quite pleasantly warm. The boy did not allow the bath water to become very deep and he tested the temperature with his hand then he said that I was to be allowed to bathe without any chains but that if I misbehaved I would spend the night on the concrete garage floor. It felt so good to have my handcuffs removed and to be able to step into the bath although it was a little uncomfortable having two witnesses to every move that I made. They told me that my time was limited and that they were here to ensure that I cleaned myself thoroughly and did not miss any part of my body. Soap and shampoo were provided but no flannel so I had to wash just using my hands and the boys made sure that I washed between my legs and between my buttocks. This was very humiliating because I am aged 19 and I do not need to be told how to wash as if I were a three year old. When they were satisfied they ordered me out of the bath and one of them snapped my handcuffs back on behind my back while the other one vigorously dried my hair with a towel before pulling my hood down over my head. As I stood naked, handcuffed and hooded I felt them towelling my whole body dry and paying special attention to my bum, my boobs and especially between my legs. Then I was lowered to the rug on the floor and the leg shackles were locked on both ankles with the chain running behind the wash basin. My hood was removed and one of the boys said that if any of them heard a sound from me during the night I would be gagged and put back in the cage in the garage. Then they switched off the light and left me alone and trying in vain to find a comfortable sleeping position. SUNDAY Of course it was not a comfortable night and I was in fear of making my chains rattle which would bring my jailors to punish me but my hair felt so much better now that it had been washed and no longer stank of lager. I think they left the heating on for me as I was not cold and I probably did sleep a little but I was awake early enough to hear my captors getting up and dressed although none of them came into the bathroom. I guess there was a downstairs toilet. I was hungry and thirsty and wanted to use the loo but, being chained to the wash basin, I could not reach the loo. Eventually Alycia and one of the boys came in and the boy unchained my ankles while Alycia told me to get myself onto the loo. This was not easy with my hands still cuffed behind me and my legs were stiff and aching but they just stood back and watched me as I struggled to my feet and then had to use my hands behind me to raise the seat. Of course they lounged against the door frame watching me use the loo then I had to use my hands behind me to tear off the loo roll and clean myself. Alycia told me to wash my hands which once again was a very awkward exercise then she took off the white scarf which she had been wearing, folded it double across its width and tied it over my eyes. While I was wondering why I was blindfolded instead of hooded my gag was tied in place and hands gripped me to steer me out onto the landing and down the stairs. We went into the garage and then I was walked forward until my legs bumped against something hard and metallic. They had backed a van into the garage which must have meant that I had walked naked into the garage while the front door was open to the street and I was only shielded by the van. I was lifted onto the cold floor of the van and at least one other person came in with me before the doors were slammed and off we went. It seemed a long drive with me rolling around on the floor of the van and then we stopped, the doors were opened and I was lifted down onto a gravel path which hurt my feet. We went up one step and over a threshold then upstairs and along a passageway and I was pushed down onto a bed. No-one said anything and I wondered if I had been left there alone but then a weight came down onto the bed beside me and a hand began to roam over my naked body. I felt very tense and even more so when a tongue began to lick my face. So this was why I was not hooded; they wanted my face to be available. I could hear the person breathing and I was sure it was a man. Was Alycia standing by watching? Were they all standing around the bed? My face was now covered in saliva and he was licking my throat as his hands both continued to roam over me and concentrate on my breasts and my pussy. He was definitely getting worked up and the fear of rape arose in my mind. I began to grunt into the gag to indicate that I wanted this to stop and I was struggling although fairly uselessly as I was still handcuffed. That was when the weight of his body rolled on top of me making it impossible for me to rise from the bed. I felt his naked leg against mine and the nakedness of his body on top of mine. I was making as much noise as I could and trying hard to push him off me which probably only made it more exciting for him. I had clamped my legs together but his hand forced them apart and suddenly his manhood was at my opening. This was not a game; I really was about to be raped. I was very hot and could feel myself sweating. I could smell his sweat and hear him making noises in between his panting. He rammed into me and my back arched of its own accord. I could feel him filling me and was terrified that he would tear my flesh as well as being scared that he was not using a condom. He just kept on and on ramming into me then withdrawing and ramming again. I was trying to fight him but what could I do? Suddenly he pulled out of me and his weight rolled over onto the bed beside me. At the same moment he let out a primeval shout of victory and satiation and I collapsed back onto the bed with my legs still open. I just lay there gasping for breath with my mind not properly functioning. I felt used up -- defeated -- exhausted. I had not really registered that my rapist had left the bed or that he had been replaced by another body beside me. The next thing I knew was a gentle hand brushing my forehead. I immediately tensed up. Was this someone else preparing to violate me? Were all three of the boys going to take turns? Then I heard Alycia's voice making soothing sounds. "It's over, just lay still, you're OK. It's alright Precious." She continued to stroke my hair and she used a handkerchief to dry my cheeks where my tears had flowed below my blindfold. She told me that she could not remove the blindfold but she was going to take off my gag. It hurt a lot when the gag came off and I tasted blood at the corners of my mouth. I was weeping and Alycia said she was going to put the hood on me and then remove the blindfold so that she could reach under the hood and wipe my eyes but I would still not be able to see the room. She lifted me up to and held me against her as we lay on the bed together. She told me that the man had used a condom. I asked if it was one of the boys. "I can't tell you that. You know you mustn't ask questions but you weren't a virgin. All that happened was that you got laid. You've done it before haven't you? It really isn't so bad and it's over now." We stayed like that for a long time. I wanted her to free my hands but she said she couldn't do that in case I took off my hood. Of course I did calm down and I must have drifted off to sleep there on the bed in Alycia's gentle arms. When I awoke she was still beside me and she asked if I felt any better, I told her that I thought I did feel a bit better. She put a glass of water to my lips and spoke gently. "You have been doing really well and the weekend is almost over. You have just two more tasks, one is easy and the other is a bit harder. Do you think you can do it?" It would have been unthinkable to refuse so I quietly said that I was ready and Alycia gave me a big hug and said how pleased she was with me. "We have to take another drive so we have to go back in the van but I will be in the back with you and I promise it's not very far." I was not gagged for the trip in the van and Alycia stayed with me in the back of the van holding onto me. I know we went back to where we had been before because the van backed up and then I was again in that garage. I heard the van pull away from the door and the garage door was pulled down with a great clang. My leg irons were again put in place and my hands were cuffed in front of me then the hood was pulled off and I was gagged which I hated. The horrible dog cage was still there on the garage floor and there was a black bin bag on the floor beside the cage with a large pair of needlework scissors beside it. There was a low plastic stool, the sort of thing which people stand on, and arranged in front of it in a sort of arc were four chairs. Alycia told me to sit on the stool which made my knees come up almost to my chin. I kept my legs tight together as I was still feeling very vulnerable after my recent experience in the other house. I looked at the three guys and wondered if one of them had raped me. I did not think it would have been the black boy as he was so big that I was sure I would have known if it was him. But they had taken me to the other house for the rape; if it had been of these surely they could have done it here. So had I been violated by some other man, perhaps someone I would see every day at college without knowing that it was him? Alycia upended the bin bag and my lingerie tumbled out onto the floor. She handed me the scissors. "Get cutting Sweetheart and open your legs. Did I give you permission to close them?" Miserably I opened my legs exposing my pussy and I looked up at her helplessly. Did she really mean for me to destroy all my underwear? Of course my gag prevented me from trying to beg or reason with her. They all sat on the chairs facing me with their eyes on me waiting for me to begin. I picked up a pair of red frilly briefs and began to cut. As I continued to cut I was thinking of what it would cost to replace all these items and I was doing a sort of inventory to see if they had left me any underwear. Alycia told me that not quite all my undies were here to be destroyed as some had been kept back to be sent to the male student's halls of residence as trophies under a sign saying "Julie ___'s gifts to the guys" as if I were some sort of easy lay. It was not just panties which I had to cut. My bras were here and I had to cut the straps to ensure they were unusable. As I worked away under their mocking eyes I had hot tears running down my cheeks. When the garage floor was covered by a mass of useless rags Alycia told me that I was nearly at the end of my captivity and I had only one more task to perform. She had one of the guys cuff my hands behind me and remove my left leg shackle while leaving the other one in place. One of the guys then produced a roll of black duct tape and I watched in horror as he stuck the keys to the handcuffs and shackles to the back of the tape and then stuck it to my soft lower belly where my pubic hair would have been if I still had any. Another strip of tape went over the one already there so I had an ugly black X just above my pussy then I found myself hooded and I heard the garage door opened and the van backed towards me. Hands lifted me into the back of the van and once again I was rolling around on that hard metal floor as I was driven, naked and helpless, through the city. The Captive When we stopped I heard someone get out of the front of the van and a short while later the back door opened and Alycia climbed into the back with me. My hood was removed and I saw through the open door that we were outside my flat. I did not like being stark naked in the back of the van with one door half open. Alycia told me that we were going to walk into the flats but, looking around in desperation, I saw no trace of the coat which I had worn the last time we did this. Alycia gripped my upper arm and began to pull me towards the door but I resisted. I could not walk to the flats from the van totally naked for all to see. Alycia spoke very firmly and told me that it was up to me. If I was a good girl and did what I was told they would crowd around me so that no-one could see me but if I misbehaved they would simply lift me down from the van and drive away leaving me naked in the street. By now the boys were standing at the back of the van; what could I do apart from obey? Feeling very vulnerable I allowed them to help me down from the van and one of the boys held the free end of my leg shackles as we walked up the steps and into the open door which Alycia must have opened before she opened the back of the van. As soon as we were in the hallway of the flats Alycia nodded to one of the boys and he looped my keyring with my flat keys around the leg shackle and then stooped to lock it around my free ankle. "OK Chicken, this is where we leave you. I'll see you later." For a moment I did not believe her but they all moved to the front door, went outside and shut the door waving to me through the glass. As they left I made desperate pleas for help through my gag but it had no effect. So now I was naked and gagged with my hands locked behind me and my feet in shackles. The keys to my flat were attached to my ankles and the keys to the handcuffs and shackles were taped to my belly just above my exposed shaven pussy. Standing in the hallway I was in full view of the street through the glass in the door so I moved towards the fire door which led out of the stairway into the little vestibule containing the door to my flat and the door to my neighbour's flat. I turned with my back to the fire door and managed to open it with my cuffed hands then I was in the small dark space with the safety of my flat a few feet away but I could not possibly reach the keys taped to my belly and nor could I get the flat door keys from my chained ankle high enough to unlock the door. The fire door had glass panels so if anyone came down the stairs or in the front door they would see me. I needed to get away from here as soon as possible but I had to face the terrible fact that I could not reach the keys to free myself or get into my flat without help. The flat next to mine is occupied by a guy in his fifties who keeps pretty much to himself although he is pleasant enough when he says "hello" if we happen to meet in the hallway. It seemed that he was my only hope so, with my heart in my mouth, I put my back to his door and rang the doorbell with my cuffed hands then I stood back to wait aware that he would be viewing his visitor through the peephole in the door. It seemed quite a long time before the door opened a crack and he peeped out asking what I wanted. You stupid man, how can I tell you what I want when you can see I have a scarf tied in my mouth? I made urgent sounds through my gag and he got the message and opened the door for me to enter his hallway. His hall, like mine, is quite narrow so we were now in quite close proximity. His door was shut now and he was standing behind me untying my gag. My face hurt and my mouth was dry but I managed to put some words together. "I'm so sorry, it was a student prank. My friends chained me up and left me here. The keys are behind that tape." I nodded downwards towards the black X on my belly. "Could you please unlock me?" I was grateful for the age of my neighbour as a younger man might have seen all sorts of opportunities flowing from the sudden appearance of a naked and helpless girl in his hallway but my neighbour was just flustered. After a second he seemed to reach a decision. "You'd better come through to the bathroom. If I just rip the tape off it will hurt, I'll have to bathe it off. Will that be alright?" I followed him to his small bathroom where he put a folded towel over the edge of the bath and bade me sit down next to the basin. He ran some warm water into the basin and took a flannel from the rail then he moved the wet flannel towards my pubic mound. I was aware that I did not even know his name. He very gently bathed the area and began to ease up the tape as the water attacked the glue. This process was surprisingly unembarrassing. Quite soon he had lifted the tape sufficiently to remove the two precious keys and he unlocked my ankles then my wrists leaving me rubbing my wrists and ankles which were marked with bruises and red wheals. I was sitting with my knees together not that this hid very much. He briefly left me and returned with a dressing gown which I put on. I still had black tape hanging off my belly but he had done what was required in removing the keys and was not going to finish the job. I was effusive in my thanks and said that I would return to my flat now that I had unhooked my door keys from the leg irons. I promised to return his dressing gown very soon. I was careful to look through the peephole in the door to ensure the coast was clear before making the dash to the welcome sanctuary of my flat. It seemed to be an age since I had last been here in my cosy, normal world; I made my way to the bedroom which was festooned with all the clothing taken from my wardrobes and with bedding all over the floor. In the bathroom the laundry basket was empty and t shirts and socks lay on the floor nearby. Alycia had obviously been through the bin and removed all the underwear which had been there so I now possessed no underwear at all. I was thirsty, tired and hungry. I flopped down on the bed and held my borrowed dressing gown around me. I was sort of dozing when I heard the front door open and my heart jumped in terror. Who was in the flat? Then I heard Alycia's voice. "It's only me. Are you here?" She must have copied my keys while I was being held captive so now she could enter my flat whenever she chose. She came into the room and sat on the bed beside me. She said that she would help me to tidy up and that I had done so well during my ordeal which, she reminded me, had been my own idea from the start. Alycia lay on the bed beside me and stroked my hair then she began to hug me and we lay there for a while talking quietly and enjoying the closeness. She told me that I had shown myself to be a natural submissive and that something within me was attracted to what had begun this weekend. She said that we would both take Monday off college and that she would take me out to replace my lost underwear but she said there would be some changes. We slept together in my bed on Sunday night and did not leave the bed until about 9am on Monday. MONDAY Monday morning was quite leisurely. We finished tidying the flat and I returned my neighbour's dressing gown and thanked him again. He was quite charming about it all. Then Alycia and I sat down in my lounge and had a talk. She said that I could not deny that I had enjoyed being her captive and that I had chosen to place myself under her control. She offered to continue to control me and I have to admit the prospect seemed so attractive in an undefined way. It was like being a little girl again and having all the responsibility taken from me. Alycia said that she had a shopping list in her mind for today but it would require money and she asked me for my cheque book and bank cards which I meekly handed over. She said that she would keep them for me and she would give me pocket money just like my mum used to do. Then the two of us set out on the bus into the city. Of course Alycia did not tell me her plans and I knew I was not allowed to ask questions. Firstly we went to a department store where Alycia bought some plain white vests then we went into the sports department of the same store and she bought a selection of gym pants of the sort worn under hockey skirts. She bought them in navy, bottle green, grey and black. I had noticed with increasing horror that she had bought no bras or lingerie. Her next purchases were some white blouses and dark shortish skirts as well as white ankle socks then we left the shop and went to a school outfitter where she bought a tie and a jumper in the colours of the local girl's Grammar School. From there we went to one of those little shops where teenaged girls buy hair slides and scrunchies and Alycia bought some slides and scrunchies. When we were back in the street Alycia told me that I would not be getting very much sex as any man would fall about laughing as soon as he saw my juvenile underwear. Despite my fear of punishment I asked Alycia if this was all the underwear I was to be allowed and she confirmed that it was. "The vests will be quite tight and they will keep your little boobs restrained and you must make sure you wear quite loose tops so your nips don't show through. The overall effect will be to make you even flatter chested than you were already. Get into the habit of tying your hair back and you will look about fourteen. It's lucky you aren't very tall. Of course you don't have to wear your full school uniform at college unless I specifically say so but you will wear it when I tell you to especially when we are out together. Naturally you will never wear any makeup at all and I will confiscate whatever cosmetics you have at the flat; also you will keep your pussy and underarms permanently hairless and there will be inspections." As I miserably accepted the way that Alycia was turning me into a teenager she went on to say that I had already broken the rules by asking her about whether I could have any grown up underwear so we had to consider punishment. I trailed meekly along beside her as she led me along the street and into a sex shop where she spent a few minutes browsing until she came to a selection of school canes with crooked handles. Alycia handled a few of the canes and whipped them through the air before choosing one and leading me to the counter where a man in jeans was watching a porn film on a small television. "We will take this to punish my niece here please. You will like that won't you Julie?" "Yes Auntie." She made me carry the cane all the way home on the bus back to my flat. Of course the cane was used on me regularly and my "Aunt Alycia" controlled my life for the rest of the time that I was at college. There is a lot more to this tale and perhaps I will tell you about it some time. The Captive Caressed in the comfort of the cool, smooth sheets, she stretched and rolled onto her stomach. The ribbons that tied her hands to the wire bed-frame twisted with her as she moved. She had been alone for a while now. The moistness of her pussy had been left to puddle beneath her. She had no clue as to when he would return. Since she had been captive, there had been no pattern to his behavior. There had been no warning of his sudden arrivals and departures. After what she assumed was 3 days, she had given in to the innate pleasure being forced upon her. She tried to sleep now. Though her hands were tied and twisted right over left, she was comfortable. The ties were not too tight. The mattress was soft. The temperature was on the cooler side of comfortable (just as she liked it). It was as if he knew what she wanted. There was still a sense of danger lurking. He had not spoken to her. She could only guess as to his identity. And, try as she may, the blindfold over her eyes would not budge. She was both terrified and aroused at the thought of his return. What would he do next? Would he let her go? Would he hurt her? Or worse, would he not return at all? She let her mind drift to the last encounter she could remember. She remembered how it felt as he violently pushed her legs apart, and the pressure she felt as his huge cock filled her completely. As he pushed into her, he took one of her nipples between his teeth. He held something cold, hard, and sharp against her side. As she writhed in pain and pleasure simultaneously, she felt it pierce her skin ever so slightly. She could still feel the soreness of the scratch as she moved now. Just the thought of this last encounter made her lips swell with anticipation. She could feel the moisture returning, and wished she could loosen the restraints on at least one hand so she could massage her clit. Instead, she wrapped her legs around the sheets on the bed and rocked her hips. It was a pour substitute for touch. Time had moved slowly, and she could sense that it had been exceedingly long since she had felt his presence. Her pussy was soaked, and she became increasingly frustrated with no relief. Finally, she ceased her writhing and lay with her breasts pressed firmly against the mattress. She drifted off to sleep. As she woke, she could feel satin across her neck being pulled. He was behind her, sitting on her legs. She could feel the warmth of him, and she could not move. He pushed his fingers between her thighs and let them soak in her wetness. He leaned close to her ear and whispered to her with a warm breath, "you've been thinking of me". He ran his fingers back and forth, and kissed her tight, plump ass. He pulled the moisture from her pussy, pulled her cheeks apart and slid first one finger, then another into her ass. Startled, she moaned. Only once. Only once that she could remember had she ever enjoyed anal.....she remembered how he wanted her to.....she was on the phone with him, and was naked, in her car, and it felt....strange, and good....and.....it couldn't be him......could it? Then she felt him. The tip of his penis was pressing against her back side. he held one breast in each hand, and his hot breath encompassed her ear once again..."Are you ready?" She grabbed the wire frame of the bed and prepared herself as he pushed into her. She buried her face into the mattress to muffle the scream. "No one can hear you but me," he whispered, "and I want to hear you." She let loose. With every inward push, she moaned and screamed in ecstasy. He pulled her around to face him. He slid his large, thick member into her already soaked pussy. After a dozen slow pumps, he gripped her shoulders for leverage and began to violently thrust harder and harder. The two were in rhythm, heavy breathed, and sweaty. He moaned and pulled out of her quickly, as his cum dripped upon her chest. Her perky, pink nipples begged to be touched. She wanted to cum, too. "Arekin," she begged. "I've been here the whole time. Watching you. Wanting you," he replied. Her heartbeat quickened. She knew. It was him. And he knew what she wanted and what she needed. He untied her wrists, and guided her fingers across her clit. "Show me," he said aloud. "Show me how you cum when you think of me." She pressed her fingers slowly into her cunt. Then she sucked on her fingers, savoring the taste of her pleasure. "More, Lulu, show me! Cum for me!" She massaged her clit, and smacked it over and over. Continuing to circle it with her thumb, she slowly pushed two, then three fingers into her hot, wet pussy. Harder and harder she pushed, lifting her hips off the bed. Her muscles tightened, she started to scream and grab her cum-soaked breasts. And as she did, he slammed his own fingers into her, rubbing her clit with even more force. She felt as though she might explode. Just then, waves of ecstasy swept over her. Cum squirted violently out of her. She had never known such pleasure. She was spent. She barely noticed as he re-tied her wrists. "Get some rest," he said as he wiped her clean. "You'll need it. Oh, the plans I have for you!" The Captive She could see the ropes cutting into his wrists and smiled. The more he struggled the worse it would get. He was a glorious specimen. A trusting friend, someone that always just sort of dismissed her as part of the back ground; they hung out but not the type to give a second glance to. When he had a hot date she was the one that got to hear about it, just one of the guys. But he would not be making that mistake again. She had just started experimenting with the dominate aspect of herself and found that not only did it fit, she liked it. All it took was a nice little talk over drinks, so pliant so accepting. She had made the statement that she wanted to hear about his latest conquest, and he was hooked. They met at one of the local bars they liked to hit. It was never overly busy but never dead either. So when she went up to get the drinks and then casually slipped a little white pill into his, no one paid her any mind. After a few drinks, only one for her, liquid courage you know, he was already giddy and stumbling as they made their way out of the bar. They had already arranged to leave his car at her place and she would drive. He did not argue much when she assured him it was her turn for designated driver. On the way home he drifted in and out of consciousness in the seat next to her. They had made it back to her place and when she offered the spare room to crash for the night he was so groggy he gladly accepted. She helped him up the stairs and let him fall onto the spare bed. Now she knew she had some time so she left him there to sleep while she went and got her things together. Most that she needed she had put in the bedside nightstand so she would not have to go looking for it, the ropes they were under the bed. She quickly got changed and gathered up her toys. Walking down the hall she could hear his deep breathing. He was good and asleep. She stood in the door looking at him and had a moment's doubt, what if this ruined their friendship, what if he hated her for using him. She shook herself, what if what if; I am finally taking what I want. He was not hard to move around being so out of it. She was not a small girl and had some strength to her, so she manhandled him until she had him how she wanted him. After she had gotten him secured, she had added the blindfold and gag. After all no fun ruining the surprise too quickly, suspense is a good thing. Now she was taking her time cutting the clothing off him. He may be upset about the loss of the clothes but if this worked out how she hoped she would buy him a new tee and jeans. She cut the tee shirt off pulling it out from under him and all she got was a low groan of annoyance. The jeans went next slicing quickly down the seams. There was something very erotic about the sound of a sharp knife slicing through cloth. The underwear she decided was when she wanted him to start to wake so she pulled on the elastic and let it snap back hard before placing the sharp knife against his skin. He came to, confused, she could tell. He was fighting her and she had to be very careful that the knife she was using didn't nick the skin, at least not yet. With one quick move she slashed through both sides of his underwear and pulled then off. As soon as he felt the cold air on his naked skin he really started to thrash. But she was good and those knots were not gonna slip for anything. Now with him completely naked she crawled up to straddle his waist. He went still as he felt her hands on his chest tracing lazy circles around his nipples. His breath came faster but he had stopped struggling. She smiled and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Do you feel helpless?" She whispered, he nodded his head yes. "Good, this is freedom I am offering you, will you accept?" He paused testing the bindings once more, then slowly nodded his head yes again. She grabbed his earlobe in her teeth, sucking hard. She heard his moans now and he was still struggling but it was different, he was pushing his groin up into her. Even though he was very pissed off and confused his cock was hard as a rock. She left his earlobe to give some attention to something a little lower on is anatomy. One quick flick of her tongue over his nipple and he gasped behind the gag. "Oh I love the way that sounds." she said and took the nipple between her teeth. Just lightly biting and licking the one over and over, then moved to the other and gave it the same attention. He was pulling on the ropes again and his wrists were red from the rope burns. But the struggles were different more urgent, she sat back letting him feel her weight on his rock hard cock. She ground down and he cried out. She leaned back and removed the gag. "I want to hear you beg." She said in his ear. He pulled away. "Never, who the fuck are you!" he hissed. "Oh so angry, I like that". And she scooted lower to sit between his legs. She had his legs tied apart, enough so she could sit in between them. She ran her hands up the insides of his thighs and he shivered. With feather light fingers she caressed his swollen cock. "Oh so hard," she whispered, continuing to stroke him until he was gasping, then she stopped. She climbed off of him and walked up to his head. She replaced the gag but removed the blindfold. He blinked then focused on her. She was standing by the bed in a black corset, spike heels and nothing else. The corset hugged her generous figure lifting her large tits so they all but spilled over the top. It was all black leather and hard bone, quite intimidating to look at with the black spiked heels. His eyes got huge as he looked around the room. She could tell when he remembered where he was and who he was with, see the confusion that crossed his eyes. He was in a bedroom with a small table to the one side. He started to protest when he saw what was on it, candles, matches, bowl of ice cubes, and a riding crop. He was shaking his head from side to side and moaning. "Oh come now a big strong guy like you can surely take a little discomfort." She picked up the riding crop and stroked it up and down his bare chest. He struggled trying to move away but he was secured exactly where she wanted him. She brought the crop down lightly across one of his nipples and he hissed behind his gag. She smiled and brought the crop down hard across his chest, once, twice and again. She loved the sound it made as it smacked against his bare skin. She had some very nice stripes going at this point all the while watching his face. He was straining against the ropes and a light sweat broke out on his forehead. She put the crop up and ran her hands lightly across the welts she had left. He moaned "You should be glad I am being merciful this time and am only going to stripe your chest". His eyes just about popped out of his head. Then she picked up the candles and matches. She walked to his side and sat on the bed, running her hand over his chest. "Such a nice chest but it needs something, besides these beautiful stripes." She lit a match and set it to the candle lighting the wick. She blew out the match and placed it on the table. She sat staring at the flame, "I have always wondered what this feels like, I guess now you will be able to tell me all about it." with that she tipped it over his nipple watching as the first drops hit his skin. She heard a hiss and looked up at his face. His eyes were squeezed shut and his head was tipped back. "Oh my, now that is a nice reaction." she moved it over the other nipple and once again, let the drops fall onto his sensitive skin, the sounds were scrumptious and his groans were getting louder as she let the wax trail down his chest to his stomach. She set the candle back in the holder on the table and grabbed an ice cube. She placed the ice on his nipple and he jerked tight in his bounds. "Oh yeah that's probably pretty sensitive huh?" She rubbed it around watching the wax flake off as it cooled. She continued to rub the ice around until it melted and ran down his torso. Then she leaned down and took his nipple in her lips sucking softly. He was moaning now as she then took the next one between her lips. She amused herself until she thought he was ready for stage two. And sure enough looking down, his cock was straining and so very hard. She looked back up the line of his body loving the way the ropes stretched him tight. She could see his shoulder muscles straining. She ran her hand up his side as she bent to retrieve the candle again. His eyes got wide, as he silently pleaded with her. She crawled up on the bed and worked her way back down between his legs. He fought now, knowing what was coming. She leaned in and took his cock into her mouth gently working it between her lips at the same time she had tipped the candle to dribble hot wax onto his torso. He arched under her, as her lips worked his cock up and down. She thought he was close and pulled away, looking down at him. She moved the candle down so it was so very close to his cock, just hovering over him. She looked up into his eyes and let the wax drip. The scream she heard was almost animal; his back was off the bed and as the scream continued. She took his cock in her hand and started to stroke him off while the candle dripped. "No cumming until I say, understand?" She dipped her head and licked the head of his cock sending him writhing under her. "You make me so hot watching you like this." She licked him again as a new drop hit his cock. He was getting hoarse now. "You have been quite a good boy, maybe I should give you some release... or not?" she smiled wickedly at him. She climbed up and lowered herself onto his cock her saliva and the wax easing the way. She drove down hard, fingernails sliding down his chest leaving red welts behind. "Your close again, aren't you?" She drove down hard over and over. He was pleading now. "So you will beg after all," she smiled. "Cum for me, I want to hear you scream, see you as you submit to me, belong to me." She rode him hard until his back spasms as he lifted off the bed, hoarse cries were all that was heard. She squeezed him with her legs milking him of every drop. He collapsed sweat dripping off him. She lowered her head to his chest trying to catch her breath. She looked down at him and his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. She reached up but not removing herself from his cock and peels the gag out of his mouth. She was still moving up and down softly on his cock. He groaned, "Please stop, please no more". She stopped but only for a moment, she squeezed her muscles tightly and he moaned. She started to move again and he cried out. Up and down she drove herself now moaning herself at the sheer rush of power she felt. She knew she had to end it pretty soon her muscles were starting to scream at her. "Please just let me rest for a minute, please..." she stopped again. "No, no I think not" and with that she drove herself down on his cock as hard as she could, pumping up and down on what must now be a very oversensitive cock. But she was just about done with him and he could hold up a little longer. Over and over she drove down onto him her clit tingling and at the last minute she came as he did for his second time. She threw her head back and screamed digging her nails into his chest. His cries were hoarse as his cock twitched inside her. His breathing was ragged and sweat was dripping off his face. She rolled off him only to collapse beside him. Her legs were shaking and limp finally coming down from the huge rush of her dominance of him. "Why, why did you do this to me, I don't understand." He stammered. He was looking at her in confusion. She looked down at him and smiled. "We are friends are we not?" she asked. "Yes," he whispered. Then she lowered her mouth down to his, much slower this time. The Captive at Sea The slow rolling motion of the large sailboat caused him some minor discomfort; it was the bindings that kept him at the edge of his ability. The safe word had risen to his lips many times during the past few days as he hung in the ingenious bondage She had used on him. The sun and heat only temporarily entered his consciousness as a change from the constant agony of his flesh. The voyage has started with him bound in a cabin, below decks, where she tormented him until his soul was hers...until his desire to please Her had taken him to the limits of his ability to withstand Her ability to control him. The other watched...but he saw only Her as she played with him. After his surrender, She had taken him above decks to the aft cockpit near the wheel and the lines for sailing the boat where She let him rest...enjoy a meal and drink enough water to rehabilitate his body. His soul was Hers...She having taken it for Her own when he finally spasmed for her. The rest lasted almost all day. In the setting sun's glow, he watched as She prepared a series of lines and pulleys and bars with straps and cuffs and special leather harnesses. There purpose would only become clear after She began to apply them to hin. After a lovely dinner with the others, She allowed him to sleep and in a special locked cabin...comfortable but escape proof. I t was also locked to the others...only She could gain entrance. He awoke to first light sensing Her presence even before he saw Her Holding the strange devices and lines, She beckoned him to follow Her to the rear cockpit. The 200% Genoa was up, all other sails were down and stowed, clearing the entire aft deck and cockpit...She had him stand at the hatch, his back to the stairwell, facing Her as She locked his wrist in cuffs attached to a 6' bar, placed his ankles in similar restraints spread about 4' wide by the heavy steel bar. The arm spreader was attached to the main sheet and he was lifted until only his toes touched the deck. She was smiling as she worked...touching him from time to time, his nude body jerked and twitched at her touches... but She was so careful that he finally gave in... his sex aroused by Her touch...his cock engorged and erect waving in the air. She knelt before him holding the strange looking harness and continued to stimulate him... looking at him directly, She commanded him to keep his eyes on her eyes from then on...at all times. Once he was fully erect and swollen, she opened the harness...he gasped...it was designed as a combination cock ring and penis cage of leather...strong and able to stand much tension. The strap fit around the base of his balls and cock holding his package out and up...the cage wrapped around the shaft...tightly...holding his erection locked in leather. The harness was attached to another line which looped over a pulley attached to the boom and running down to a weighted heavy lead ball. She smiled and moved to the Captains chair near the wheel and watched. He strained to hold himself up by pressing is toes down...his thighs screaming for relief... his body taut in the bondage. Any relaxing of his position would cause the cock cage to pull his sex up and away from him stretching and twisting his body awfully. He could pull up by his arms, but they would soon tire. The wild look in his eyes told Her that he now finally understood how he was to suffer. She moved the weight so it was at the maximum position to stretch his sex, if he lowered his body...looking at his eyes...knowing that he knew what was in store for him. She reached under the cockpit seat and took out a dressage whip...one with a long feather attached to the tip which also had the traditional snapping whip. As he strained to hold himself up, she began to tickle him along the calves...teasing his skin with the softness of the feather...looking at him...waiting for him to shift the lift to the arms in a pull up. She smiled and nodded. The legs finally gave way and he strained to pull his body up in a chinning motion. As his body lifted and the painful pull on his sex eased, she tapped his armpits with the dressage stinger whipping his inner arms until he sagged...again pulling his sex in a terrible arch away and up...his feet stretched down, trying to lift...he was in agony... The lines allowed Her to pull his body to Her so that She could caress his sex...She was gentle as She let Her fingers play with the helmet and under the head,... teasing and toying with him until his passions became evident....fingers playing and stroking him until he was so close...She stopped. After She had established Her control over his mind, She began to tease his body in more subtle ways. As he hung in pain...mind hers...She wanted his body too. As She looked directly into his eyes, She began to tease the head of his sex...fingers gentle...toying with the tip...massaging the sensitive skin at the tip of the head...drawing his sex to her by letting her fingers play along the shaft...pulling him to Her...watching as his hips bucked forward in the desire for pleasure...wanting her hands on him...he loved Her touch...his cock throbbing and pulsing toward the direction Her fingers led him...his body arched up and toward Her. The motion taking his toes away from the deck...and letting his body feel the power of the harness...painful on his cock and balls...stretching him...pure agony. His hips still thrusting to Her...wanting Her touch...needing to give Her his surrender even at the expense of his body...the pain shooting deep in him...She smiles as Her fingers led him to the dance of bound agony...all for Her...She moved about the sailboat, enjoying the company of her friends and the breezes in the open sea. Returning once in a while to test his bondage and to resume her play...bringing him to the peak of desire...almost at orgasm and leaving him to hang in pain and agony... She knew than that he belonged to Her forever.