Captive - An Erotic Novel (2 page)

The
whirring of the machine gets closer, it sounds like it’s something on wheels,
like a squeaky old toy or something, and then suddenly I’m aware of him being
stood in between my legs again. He doesn’t tease me this time, I hear him
crouch down onto his knees and start lapping away at my pussy again. I gasp,
partly in shock and partly in pleasure, my throbbing clit desperate for an
orgasm. When I’m hungover I get so horny, and it’s not unusual for me to have four
or five wanks on days when I wake up hungover.
Just do it
, I think.
Make
me come.

Again
he brings me to the brink of orgasm, the pressure building inside my
now-dripping pussy, then he stops again. Rising quickly to his feet he steps
away from me, and I hear him wheel his squeaky machine in between my legs then,
without warning, something that feels like a long smooth cock parts my moist
pussy lips and enters my hungry snatch.
This isn’t a cock
, I find myself
thinking.
Is it a dildo?
Whatever it is, it feels so good as it slides
into me, all the way to the top. A sybian! That’s what this is. One of those
machines that pumps a dildo in and out of you. I’ve watched plenty of porn to
see these things in action and they always look fantastic. If that’s what this
is then I’m in for a wild ride! With the dildo firmly in place I hear him press
a button from the side of me, presumably on some sort of remote control. The
dildo whirrs into life inside me, gently rotating, and it begins to slide in
and out of me very slowly.

“Please,
stop this,” I moan, not wanting it to stop at all.

I
feel an orgasm building deep inside and I gasp as the huge machine-cock rocks
backwards and forwards into me. Again and again it thrusts into me. Building
quickly towards a much-needed climax. God, I’m so horny. I just want to come. I
need to come. With a final thrust the dildo smashes into me and my pussy
explodes into life, a small squirt of my juices splashing onto the floor. It
doesn’t stop there though. The wave of ecstasy washes through me and my entire
body spasms with pleasure. I feel the huge dildo retract, and the wheels of the
machine squeak as this man, the man whose face I have yet to see, walks away,
leaving my pussy dripping and thoroughly satisfied. I count my blessings that
whoever this is that’s kidnapped me isn’t some kind of sadistic serial killer
but, even though these last five minutes have been extremely pleasurable, I’m
left wondering what’s going to happen next.

Again
and again I rack my brains, trying to figure out what happened in my last few
hours of yesterday evening. My conversation with Maria, Kerry and three of my
other friends who were out, about me liking bondage. Something in my brain is
nagging at me, telling me there’s something important about this conversation
that I’ve forgotten. I said I needed a fuck. I said I like bondage. They said…
they can sort something out for me? Is that it? They definitely said that but
I’d thought at the time that it was just the alcohol talking. They surely can’t
have arranged this, can they? It would be a very strange birthday present if
that were the case. I need to know what’s happening here.

“Hey!”
I shout out, my voice echoing around the huge room. But it’s no use. He’s gone,
leaving me hanging here, dripping and exhausted.

Chapter Four

I Can See You

Searing
pain rips through my face as the electrical tape over my eyes is removed, and
bright daylight streams in from the windows and momentarily blinds me. I try to
focus. Who’s doing this to me? Where am I? Able to see my surroundings clearly
for the first time, I realise I’m in a massive empty warehouse. There’s some
old broken-looking machines pushed back against the walls that look like giant
sewing machines. The floor is bare, and all there is near me is a brown leather
sofa. I can see the workboots of the man who’s been tormenting me, but nothing
else. I can’t turn my head to see any more than just his feet and ankles.

“Are
you letting me go?” I ask, hoping that this ordeal can be over soon.

His
silence angers me. I decide to try and rile him up. “Are you too fucking timid
to walk where I can see you? Do you have to kidnap and tie women up to get your
end away? You’re pathetic.”

He
shuffles his feet and for the first time he speaks. “I’m not doing this to get
my end away. I haven’t tried to pleasure myself in any way. This is all about
you.”

And
with that, he’s gone, clomping away to the door at the far side of the room,
which I can’t quite see. Why has he taken my blindfold off. What does he want
me to see? Before he manages to get to the door I decide to plead with him one
more time. “Come on, get back over here. Untie me. Let me down from here. I
just want to go home. Come on! You fucking coward, get back over here and tell
me what you want with me!”

I
hear him stop but he doesn’t say anything this time. He’s obviously stood there
thinking about whether letting me go would be a good idea.

Then
I hear him turn around and start walking back towards me, purposefully, and I
hope I haven’t pissed him off. “You’re not going home,” he growls into my ear,
before walking back between my legs. I hear the familiar ziiiip sound, then
without warning I feel his enormous cock push past my swollen pussy lips, and
fill my pussy from top to bottom. Everything he’d done up until now had seemed
very calm and controlled but this seems reckless. My tight pussy walls grab his
shaft, contracting against it.

He
reaches underneath me and grabs my breasts, pulling just a little too hard on
my nipples. I wince with the pain but I secretly love it. I can feel the blood
pulsating through his massive member. In and out he goes, he’s obviously been
wanting to fuck me since he got me here, and now he is, showing me the man he
really is. My body jerks with pleasure and I try to push my body backwards so I
can take in more of his huge cock but it’s so difficult to move when I’m tied
up like this.

“Let
me down,” I whisper. “I want you to fuck me but not like this.”

He
pauses for a second, then slides his cock out of me. He waits for a second,
then I hear him walk backwards a few steps, and suddenly I find myself being
lowered to the ground. I’m now laid flat on my belly, on my face, and I hear a
clink-clank as he undoes the chains attaching all the ropes to me. I’m no
longer attached to the ceiling. This is a good step towards my liberation, but
I know this isn’t over yet. I’ve only just managed to unleash the animal inside
this man and I’m sure he plans to give me plenty more. And what’s worse, I want
it. Best birthday present ever, if that’s what this is.

He
grabs my side and lifts me up, dropping me down again face-and-tits first onto
the sofa. My knees are on the floor and he still has perfect access to my
pussy. He slides back inside my engorged vagina, his balls slapping against my
clit and the base of his penis grinding heavily against my G-spot. I’m going to
come. I know it and he knows it. I scream in orgasm, still feeling utterly
helpless. I’m not hanging from the ceiling any more but I’m still totally
restrained. My entire body pulses excitedly, my pussy grabbing and milking his
shaft with everything it’s got. I groan and push back onto his now quickly
pulsating cock.

“Do
it!” I scream! “Cum in me!”

He
shoves cock into me again and again, and I can hear his breathing quickening, a
sign I’ve noticed that means a guy is about to shoot his load. His whole body
goes rigid and his cock spasms in my core, sending a hot, thick jet of cum up
inside me. He throbs and pulsates for a good twenty seconds, then as I feel him
becoming less tense, a dribble of his cum runs down my leg.

I
certainly wasn’t expecting any of this to be happening to me when I woke up
this morning, but I sure am glad it has. This is exactly the kind of
tension-reliever I need every once in a while, and this man clearly knows what
he’s doing when it comes to making girls orgasm. But I want to be free.

Chapter Five

Release

As
if he could hear my thoughts I hear the click of a pen-knife and he releases my
hands, pulling all the slivers of rope and electrical tape off me as he cuts. I
jump up onto the sofa and look him straight in the face. He’s a handsome man,
around thirty-five years old, with dark hair and a firm, square jaw. His
trousers are still around his ankles and his cock bobs around, slowly losing
its erection. My hands finally free, I take advantage of the situation. I lunge
forward and push him hard in the chest, knocking him to his feet as he trips
over his tangled-up jeans around his feet. I know I’ve got ten seconds maximum
before he gets to his feet and manages to restrain me again, so I grab the
nearest thing I can find, the heaviest-looking of a small pile of books that
were at the end of the sofa. As he starts to stand, pulling up his jeans I hit
him extremely hard on the side of his head and he falls back again. I’m not
taking any chances though. I hit him again and again, a large gash appearing
above his eye where I’d hit him the first time. He falls down, seemingly
unconscious.

With
no idea where my clothes are, I become extremely self-conscious again, knowing
that when I escape from here, I’m likely to be in the middle of nowhere with no
clothes and no way of contacting anyone. He’s still laying there on the floor
by the sofa as I reach the stairs. As I get to the top, my hot pussy still
dripping on the stairs beneath me, I turn and take one final look at this place
where I’ve been held hostage. I’ve never experienced anything like this before;
orgasm after orgasm. A veritable pleasure factory.

While
it wasn’t nice to have been kidnapped in the first place, nothing was ever done
to hurt me, it was all done to bring me pleasure, and I feel slightly guilty
for loving those feelings. I want more, I need it. This is so wrong, why do I
feel like this? I open the door that leads to my freedom but I hesitate. My
pussy is still pulsating, and I know I have a decision to make that will change
my life forever.

I
close the door again. I stand there for a second, aware of the impact my next
move will have on my life. I pause and take a deep breath, before I slowly begin
the descent back down the steps, to where my captor lays unconscious on the
floor. I bend down and touch his face. He’s out of it, but won’t be for long.
He was never violent to me and although I knocked him out to facilitate my
escape, he’ll be understanding. He must know how this situation would make a
girl feel.

More
importantly, when he wakes up I’ll explain it to him. I don’t want to leave
this place. I want to feel everything I’ve felt these last few hours, but I
want it every day. New sensations and endless pleasure.

This
is my home now.

I’m
staying.

The End

About The Author

Suzanne
Jones is relatively new to writing erotic literature, this being only her third
foray into this field. She finds writing liberating as it provides an outlet
for her deviant mind, and she likes nothing more than sitting down at the
computer trying to think up new scenarios to place her plucky female characters
into. In her spare time she likes to visit sex shops (purely for research,
obviously), and go out for long walks to clear the cobwebs from between her
ears.