Obsession - Girl Abducted (10 page)

"You heard me, cunt. Get over here and suck me off, before I really get angry." Tears welling in her eyes, the poor woman edged to the side of the tub and opened her mouth.

She held out her hands to cup and caress his balls as she did so, but he said, "Hands behind your back. I don't want any piss on me!"

Further humiliated, if that were possible, the miserable woman put her hands behind her back and leaned forward, her mouth open, lips parted to receive the offering he forced upon her. Mark grabbed her head and fucked her face, hard and fast. Emily gagged but she was powerless to resist him.

He was pleased to see that she kept her hands behind her back, one hand firmly clasping each elbow, as he had taught her to do. He liked the way her breasts jutted forward when she did that. God, she was sexy, even covered in beer and piss. He pulled her forward, coming deep into her throat. She gagged and sputtered, pulling away.
That wouldn't do. He pushed her from him, so that she fell back, sprawling against the far side of the bathtub. Mark's semen was dripping from the side of her mouth. As Mark tucked his now spent cock back into his pants, he ordered, "Wash up. Clean up that mess. Then I'll begin your deep throat training. It's about time you learned to suck cock properly."
CHAPTER Six

The afternoon found Emily on her knees in front of Mark.

He sat on his bed, using his cock to slap Emily's cheeks. "Stay still!" he admonished as she jerked away. "Your duty as my slave is to take what I mete out with as much grace as you can muster. Now we'll try this again. Stay still." He smacked her cheek with his hard cock and this time Emily managed to hold her head still, though she shut her eyes. He let that pass.

"Good girl," he told her, smoothing her soft, freshly washed hair back from her face. "Now you've earned the right to kiss my cock." Obediently Emily parted her lips and Mark slid his erect shaft into her mouth. Slowly he pressed his cock into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat.

Mark held her head in place. "Good girl. Relax. Open yourself to me."

He held her still and Emily didn't resist. Her eyes were watering as she struggled to accommodate the large cock in her throat. He slowly withdrew his cock and then returned it to her mouth, this time pressing deeper.

Back and forth he eased his cock, each time pressing just a little farther. At last his cock was fully down her throat. Her nose was touching his pubic bone, buried in curly blond pubic hair. Mark was aware Emily's windpipe was blocked by his cock. Gently he pulled back, allowing her to breathe again through her nose, though he still kept his cock in her mouth.
After a bit he pushed back down into her throat. Again he rested his thick cock in her soft, hot throat. How easy it would be to kill someone this way—to suffocate them with your cock. Of course, they would have to acquiesce, to stay still while you slowly shut down their brain and ultimately their heart. Not that Mark would ever do that. He wanted Emily alive. Without her he would be nothing.

Letting go of Emily's head, he commanded, "Do it, baby.

Suck me till I come." Emily began to lick and suck his cock. It almost seemed as if she was enjoying herself. Maybe she was only relieved he had stopped deep-throating her. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes as she reached out tentatively to caress his balls. Mark nodded his assent and Emily smoothed and caressed his balls as her hot mouth continued to tease and nibble his rigid shaft. Her tongue felt like heaven as it slid over his flesh. Her lips closed on the shaft, sliding up and down as she took him deep into her throat.

Emily kissed and suckled him, sometimes almost roughly, sometimes so gently he became aroused anew at her teasing and forced her head back onto his cock. Her soft hands cupped his tightening balls as he grabbed her head and forced his cock deep into her throat. He shot his load in several spasmodic thrusts. Emily didn't even have a chance to swallow the seed as it slid down her throat.

Mark fell back, his heart pounding. He held out his arms and Emily crawled into them. Clutching her close to him he fell back on the bed, his slave girl held tight in his arms.
When they awoke, for Emily had fallen asleep with him, the sun was just setting. It was late November and autumn was nearly over. There was an icy chill in the air. Mark decided to build a fire. He allowed Emily to sit on the plump sofa in front of the old stone fireplace. She watched him as he built the fire. He wondered for a moment what was going on in her head but he didn't ask.

Soon he had a fire crackling in the grate. The light of the flames reflected in Emily's rosy cheeks. Mark sat next to her, taking her into his arms. She almost seemed happy, snuggled up warmly against him on the sofa, her eyes closed. She seemed to have accepted her lot as his beloved property. He leaned down proprietarily, kissing the top of her head.

Mark lived deep in the country and he had no neighbors.

His backyard was thick with trees, allowing complete privacy.

A light snow had begun to fall in the deepening twilight. Mark glanced down at his naked slave, his cock rising with a sudden sadistic idea. How far was Emily willing to suffer for him? Not that she had a choice. It was the grace with which she accepted his devised tortures that attracted him. He interpreted the grace, correctly or incorrectly, as a sort of love. A submission with grace could almost equal love, he told himself.

"Emily," he said, rousing her. "Get up. Let's go outside."

Emily hadn't been outside since her imprisonment nearly two months before. She hadn't left this house. It had become her entire world. She sat up expectantly.

He led her to the bedroom, where he pulled on corduroy pants, a t-shirt and a pullover sweater. He put on warm socks
and sneakers. Emily sat naked on the edge of the bed, waiting. Finally she dared, "What will I wear, sir?"

"What will you wear?" Mark answered, as if considering the question. Of course he wasn't. He smiled cruelly. "Why, nothing, my dear. Nothing at all." Emily sat still, her arms wrapped protectively around her torso. Mark glared at her.

"Do you have a problem with that, cunt?"

"No sir," she whispered. Poor girl, she didn't dare respond otherwise. He held out his hand and Emily took it. He was pleased she didn't protest. Of course she knew it would do her no good. He led her out the back door to his large secluded backyard. The first few stars were starting to prick the sky. Mark's breath was visible on the air. Emily wrapped her arms around her naked body and shivered, but she didn't complain. Mark led his nude captive to one of the trees. "Lean here, with your arms behind your head," he told her.

"Oh, don't you look lovely, your little nipples so hard. Is that the cold, or are you aroused, little slut?" He laughed, not expecting an answer. "Wait right there. Don't put your arms down." Mark ran to the shed and got out several coils of rope.

He led her between two trees that were spaced only about five feet apart.

"Spread your legs and hold out your arms," he ordered, as he quickly and expertly tied slipknots around her ankles and wrists, and pulled the ropes tight, wrapping them around each fat trunk. Poor Emily was held taut between the trees, naked and shivering in her bonds. But not one word of protest had been uttered, not one entreaty.
"God, you're gorgeous. You need to be punished, just for being so beautiful." Mark ran back to the house and returned holding the heavy flogger. Slowly, sensually, he began to caress her body with the leather thongs, warming her flesh with each stroke. Gradually he built up the intensity until she began to gasp and pant, her breath rasping in her throat.

Mark felt himself fall into a semi-trance as he whipped her.

Her back was crisscrossed with long red lines. Her ass was a deep pink. He moved to the front, whipping her soft round breasts. When the tip of one lash caught her nipple Emily screamed.

Aiming this time, Mark caught her on the other nipple and Emily screamed again. "Go ahead, darling. Scream as loud as you like. No one will hear you. No one will see you. No one will save you." He whipped her hard. He wanted to make her scream, to shatter this new-found grace she seemed to have acquired. It would never be enough. No matter how much she took, he wanted her to take more. He would build her up and then break her down, again and again and again.

He whipped her until his arm was tired. Emily was moaning, her body ablaze from the beating. Even in the cold night air, her body was wet with sweat. Mark bent down to released the loops securing Emily's ankles, leaving her arms still shackled between the trees. Mark was sweating too, as he unzipped his pants and moved forward to embrace the naked woman now sagging in her ropes. Her head was hanging forward, her hair obscuring her face.

Lifting her up onto his hips, Mark thrust his hard cock up into her cunt. It slid in easily. The slut was wet from being
hung naked in the cold and beaten until Mark couldn't beat her anymore. The feel of her hot, wet cunt closing around his cock like a velvet glove was so intense Mark almost came right then. But he desperately wanted to prolong this delicious, exquisite moment.

Slowing his pace, he cupped her ass, squeezing the heated, tender flesh as he eased his cock in and out of her pussy. It felt so damn good he gave up the fight and came, pumping hard into her wonderfully tight little pussy.

Still holding her on his hips, Mark released her wrists and carried the limp, shivering young woman into the house.

Gently he lay her on the couch in the living room. He stoked the fire, adding more wood to the blaze. He rubbed a soothing salve into her tender welted flesh. Emily accepted his ministrations quietly. Taking a soft down quilt from the bedroom closet, Mark wrapped his darling slave and settled her on his lap, holding her tightly until she finally stopped shivering.

"Hungry, baby?" he asked her. Emily nodded. Mark grinned. His little slave had a wonderful appetite, yet her figure remained lithe and trim. Tonight he would feed her the lamb stew he had been letting simmer all day. He would give her apples stewed in brandy for dessert. He loved the way she licked his fingers when she ate. Even that simple gesture made him hard with desire.

He carried her to the kitchen and this time he let her sit on a cushion, since her skin was raw from the beating she had taken. He fed her slowly, sometimes pulling back just as she
was reaching forward with her little mouth open. He liked to see her lean forward, her lovely breasts gently moving.

After dinner he decided to open a bottle of champagne. A delightfully cruel little idea was hatching in his head. Emily peed for him now without embarrassment. It was accepted as a matter of course. How could he heighten the sense of submission regarding this natural bodily function?

Until now, every time she had asked to relieve herself, he had allowed it. He even let her empty her bowels in private, since he wasn't particularly interested in watching that act.

But tonight, as he filled her fluted glass with a fine, dry champagne, he had other ideas.

"You may hold the glass, sweetheart." Mark offered no explanation for the extra bit of independence. He didn't usually allow Emily to hold anything. He liked to control every aspect of her eating and drinking. In fact he presumed she would drink more if she held the glass herself. Emily drank her glass of the bubbly wine rather quickly and Mark refilled it. This one she sipped more slowly. "Drink up, slave girl,"

Mark encouraged.

When he poured her a third glass Emily said, "Please, sir.

I'll get drunk."

"So you get drunk. So what? I bet you're cute when you're drunk." He held the glass to her lips this time, forcing her to take a sip. At his insistence, Emily drank the rest of her glass.

He noted a slight flush on her cheeks and throat.

Mark led her back to the living room and settled on the sofa, this time directing Emily to kneel on the floor in front of him. He poured Emily a fourth glass, which he gave her to
hold. Eventually she asked the question, as he knew she would. Emily did not have a large bladder.

"Excuse me, Mark?" His name on her tongue never failed to thrill him.

"Yes, Emily?"

"Um," she always hesitated slightly, as if still embarrassed or shy after all this time. He found this infinitely charming. "I, um, need to go to the bathroom, please?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Excuse me?" She looked uncertainly at him, as if she hadn't heard right.

"No." Emily was silent, as if trying to figure out what to say next. She clearly hadn't expected this. Of course, after all that champagne, plus the water with dinner, she must be near to bursting.

Mark reached down, idly fondling her breasts as he gazed into the fire, apparently considering the matter settled. After another few minutes, Emily tried again. "Sir? I really do need to pee. Please?"

Mark feigned anger. "When I want to you to pee, I'll let you know. Is that understood?" Emily looked confused and miserable. "Anyway," he went on, "you shouldn't have gulped all that champagne!" Emily's lips tightened. She must have realized by now that he had planned this whole thing as another of his diabolical schemes to make her suffer. Sighing, she shifted on the floor, trying to relieve the pressure on her filling bladder.

"Perhaps my undisciplined little slave girl needs a distraction." Mark stood, unzipping his pants. Pulling her face
toward his crotch, he put his semi-erect cock into her mouth.

It quickly grew hard as she began to suck and kiss it. He decided to put into practice her newly learned techniques.

Grasping her firmly by the hair, he forced his cock deep into her throat and held her still. He held her longer than he had before, until she began to struggle—her instinctive need to breathe overcoming any desire to submit to him, or any fear of reprisal.

Only then did he withdraw slightly and allow her to catch her breath. But not for long. His cock was back, deep in her throat, fucking her face until he could control himself no more. Then, just for something different, he pulled out and spurted the thick white ejaculate all over Emily's face and breasts.