Enslaved (12 page)

Yes
, he thought, as he stared at the naked, chained woman,
today I’ll introduce her to the pleasure and pain of the clamps
.

Sam turned back toward his computer and clicked on a video he’d downloaded from one of his favorite porn sites. In it a woman not unlike Rae, with dark, flowing hair and pouting lips, was securely bound face down on a high, wide table. Her knees were bent, her arms underneath her between her legs, her wrists tied to her ankles. Her ass was forced up high, the cheeks splayed, nothing left to the imagination. The height of the table was such that her head was level with the erect cock of the naked man standing in front of her. Pulling her head up by the hair, he eased his long, thick shaft into her open mouth, ordering her to swallow it.

Sam hadn’t yet dressed that morning. He was wearing his favorite shorts, as the day had already dawned hot and sticky outside. He reached for his cock and pulled it from the button fly, stroking it. Wouldn’t it be nice to have his own slave girl kneeling right now between his legs, sucking him off while he watched…

Well, why not?

He hadn’t allowed her out of the dungeon since he’d first brought her home. But she was much more compliant now. Maybe she’d earned a trip out of the basement, if just for a little while. Maybe she’d earned the chance to suck his cock.

Sam paused the video and stood, tucking his cock back into his shorts. He glanced at his watch. He usually let Rae sleep until eight but he wanted her
now
. Over the past few days he’d established a routine for her. He would change the channel on the baby monitor so that she could hear him through it, and let her know she had five minutes to present herself.

This meant she was to get out of the bed and kneel up on the floor, legs spread wide, hands behind her head, while she waited for him. He loved to come down the stairs and see her there, naked with her breasts thrust out, her shaven cunt peeking between her legs, her hair tousled around a face still smudged with sleep.

This morning, however, he would wake her himself, in person. He moved quickly down the hall toward the basement door, which he unlocked and pulled open. Grabbing the dungeon key ring from its hook, he stepped lightly down the stairs on bare feet, stopping at the bottom as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

Rae stirred, turning from her side to her back, her right hand disappearing beneath the sheet. Sam moved quietly across the carpet until he was beside the bed. He gripped the hem of the sheet and pulled it slowly down her naked body. Her hand was cupped over her bare mons, the fingers hidden between her legs.

Sam’s cock hardened at the erotic sight. He would have to make her masturbate again for him soon. She’d better not be touching herself now though—even in her sleep—or he’d have to punish her. He watched for a few moments, but her hand was still, and her breathing had deepened again.

He thought about turning on the overhead light, but instead moved toward the bathroom and flicked on the light, opening the door wide to let it brighten the room. When he sat down beside her, Rae’s eyes flew open and she jerked her hands toward her mouth.

“Oh, Sir! I didn’t hear you! I’m sorry, I must have slept through—”

“Hey, calm down,” Sam said gently. “It’s okay. It’s early. I wanted to wake you myself this morning. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He gripped her hands and lowered them from her face. She continued to stare at him, but the fear and confusion ebbed slowly away as he stroked her cheek.

Such
power
he held over her! This was more than a dominant lover’s sway. He was her lord and master. He decided when she slept, ate, orgasmed. He decided when she’d earned a punishment or a reward. No one in the world but he knew she was imprisoned in his dungeon. If he wanted, he could keep her there forever…

Sam pushed away these thoughts to contemplate later. Rae was searching his face, as if she could read there his plans for her, though she wisely didn’t ask. She was learning, slowly but surely.

“How would you like to come upstairs?”

Rae looked puzzled. “What?”

“Upstairs. Out of the dungeon for a while. I have something in my study I want to show you.”

“Oh.” Rae seemed to be thinking it over, which was kind of funny, since his question wasn’t really a choice. She’d do what he said, when he said, end of discussion. Still, he waited until she nodded. “I would like that, Sir.”

“Good. Use the bathroom if you want. I’ll groom you later.”

Rae slid from the bed and hurried toward the bathroom. He didn’t follow her, though he sometimes liked to watch her, just to make her blush. He heard the toilet flush and the sound of running water, and a moment later she stood in front of him, shifting uncertainly from foot to foot.

“Is that how you greet me in the mornings?” Sam affected a stern tone. He was pleased to see her sink quickly to her knees. She knelt back on her haunches and spread her legs as she lifted her arms and locked her fingers behind her neck. Such a beauty; he never tired of looking at her. She was staring off into the middle distance, her face closed off and inscrutable, though she couldn’t hide the faint blush that had crept over her chest and cheeks as it did every morning when he forced her to expose herself like this for his pleasure.

“Better,” he said, extending his hand. “Now follow me. I have a job for you.”

~*~

Rae followed Sam uncertainly up the basement steps. She would have liked to stay in bed, but at the same time she was excited at the prospect of going upstairs. He’d said he had a job for her. Was he talking business? Why take her upstairs for that? Every other time he’d consulted with her on some business-related issue, he’d brought it down to her.

She followed him along a hall to a door that he pushed open, revealing a large, sunny room that, like his office downtown, had three computers and lots of clutter. There was a landline telephone. She could grab it and dial 911! They’d come no matter what—she wouldn’t even have to say a word.

Even as this scenario played itself out, she rejected it. If she did that, even if kidnapping charges stuck, he’d still have the evidence of her embezzlement, and then he’d be sure to file charges against her.

No, it was better to do the time. Nearly a week had passed already, and so far she’d survived reasonably intact. She touched her ass as she thought this, feeling the welted, abraded skin. Every day he whipped, cropped, flogged or spanked her, marking her in some fashion. Sometimes when he’d left her for the night, even though she knew he might be watching, she would stand in front of the mirror he kept near the cabinet, and crane back to see the damage he’d done that day.

She was both horrified and transfixed by the marks she saw—stripes of red and pink, some faded to white or flowered into little purple bruises.
I took that
, she found herself thinking with a curious kind of pride.
I endured that whipping, I handled that beating. I am strong. I can take whatever he gives me.

Odder still was her physical reaction when she stared at the welts and bruises. Her pussy would moisten and swell and her nipples tingled with the remembered touch of his fingers and mouth. Perhaps because so often the pain of a punishment was mixed with the pleasure of sexual release. He would let her come, or force her to come, after or even during a beating. The sensations of stinging pain and burning pleasure had somehow fused in her brain, the memory of one eliciting the memory of the other in a tangle of fear and desire.

Sam sat down at his desk and swiveled his monitor toward her. “I was watching one of my favorite videos. It’s giving me some nice ideas for you, slave girl.” He pressed the play button. Rae stared at the screen. A tall, naked man with a shaved head stood in front of a young woman who was tied face down on a padded table. The man held the woman’s head in his large hands as he guided his sizable cock into her mouth.

Rae stared, fascinated as the camera angle shifted, showing the woman from behind. The man had moved behind her and was pressing what looked like a large Plexiglas plug into the woman’s ass. It was attached to a long silver hook with a rope hanging from it. The plug slipped inside, leaving only the shiny hook showing. The man walked around the tethered woman, rope in hand, until he again stood in front of her, his cock waving in her face, the rope pulled taut in his big fist, straining at the silver hook.

“Jesus,” Rae whispered, before she realized she was speaking. She clamped her mouth shut and glanced nervously at Sam, aware she’d spoken out of turn. But Sam just smiled at her, an evil glint in his eye.

Rae watched as Sam lifted his hips and slid his shorts down his legs, kicking them aside. His cock sprang free, not quite fully erect, but definitely getting there. Rae felt a twinge in her pussy and her nipples perked, which confused her. She was supposed to hate this man. She told herself that a hundred times a day, but she couldn’t deny he was a gorgeous specimen of male beauty, his cock straight and thick, his thighs muscular. She could see the blond hairs glinting in the light like spun gold on his tan skin.

He was pointing to the floor between his legs. “On your knees. I want you to suck my cock while I watch the rest of the movie.” The video continued to play on the screen. The man was slapping the woman in the face, over and over, while she breathlessly begged him to do it again, and again! He still held the rope that was attached to the silver hook. Didn’t that hurt? She was staying very still, but who wouldn’t with that thing stuck up their ass?

Sam startled Rae by jerking her hair hard, forcing her to look away from the video. “Focus on my cock, not the screen. Don’t stop until you make me come. And make sure you swallow every drop or I’ll have you lick it up.”

Swallowing nervously, Rae reached for Sam’s cock, smelling his musky heat as she lowered her lips tentatively over the head. He was big, larger than she was used to, and she hoped she’d be able to satisfy him. She’d never had trouble pleasing a man in this way before, but she’d never been that man’s personal sex slave either. She knew she’d better do a good job, or she’d definitely pay a price for it.

She reached for his balls, cupping them gently in one hand while she curled the fingers of her other hand around the base of his shaft. He spread his legs farther apart and shifted slightly in the chair, angling his hips forward.

She licked and sucked at the top half of his cock for a while, using her hands to provide stimulation lower down. “Take it farther,” she heard him say from above. Rae could hear the woman on the video, her gasps and cries punctuated by the smacking sound of leather against skin. It was oddly discomfiting to realize Sam was focused not on her, but on the porn video on his monitor.

She felt almost incidental, just a tool to get him off, an object not that different from the vibrating wand he used on her. She told herself she should be glad. It was better
not
to be the focus of his sadistic intentions.
Just do what he wants and get it over with,
she told herself.
Then you can have a shower and breakfast.

She moved her hand up the rigid shaft, meeting it with her lips over the fat crown of his cock. “Hands behind your back,” she heard him say. “Take it all the way.” She felt Sam’s hand, heavy on the back of her head, pressing her forward onto his shaft.

Reluctantly, she took her hands away. He kept his hand on her head, his cock moving deeper into her mouth and past her soft palette, not stopping until the tip was lodged far back in her throat. He’d moved slowly enough so as not to gag her, but he held her there for several long seconds.

She couldn’t get a breath, not the way his cock was blocking her windpipe. She tried to pull back but he held her fast. She felt a wave of panic rolling from her gut. She tried to empty her mind and relax her body.

He won’t let you suffocate. You can trust him.

All at once she relaxed. What a startling thing to realize. She did trust him. She trusted Sam Ryker, the man who was holding her prisoner in his dungeon, the man who had basically raped her the first day, and done all sorts of horrible things to her ever since. She
trusted
him? Was she losing her mind?

She realized the pressure on the back of her head had eased and she slid back, sucking in oxygen as her lips glided along the smooth, warm skin of his cock. He groaned. “Yeah. That’s it, babe. Show me what you can do.” She lowered her head again, taking his full length, farther than she would have gone on her own, if he hadn’t showed her just now that she could do it.

She moved back and forth, lifting herself slightly over him so she could take him deep into her throat again, and again, until he began to moan in a steady murmuring rhythm. “Yeah, yeah, oooooh, yeah, baby. Do it.”

All at once she felt his fingers digging sharply into her shoulders as his body stiffened and arched forward. He thrust his shaft down her throat, nearly gagging her, but she managed to keep her muscles relaxed enough to receive him as he jerked against her. His fingers were gripping her hard, holding her fast as he ejaculated in several spasms.

The come shot past her tongue, sliding down her throat so that she didn’t even need to swallow. He held himself that way for several moments, though he eased his grip on her shoulders. Finally he sagged back in his chair. Rae glanced up at him. Sam’s eyes were closed, his lips parted. He had a blissful look on his face that almost made her smile. If he’d been her lover, not her jailer, she would have reached up and put her arms around his waist and kissed him.

Instead she leaned back on her heels and dared a glance at the screen. The couple was now dressed in identical black bathrobes, cuddling on a sofa while they discussed the scene they’d just enacted. Of course, it was just a scene, a show put on for the benefit of paying viewers.

“That was good,” Sam announced from above her. “Stand up. I want to take your temperature.”

Rae felt her face heating. She hated when he did that. He always pretended she was hot for him, even when she’d wanted to spit in his face. But she stood just the same, aware it would be worse for her if she disobeyed.