Obsession - Girl Abducted (13 page)
She was ashamed to admit it, or would have been if there were anyone to admit it to, but sometimes there was even pleasure in the pain. Not only the pleasure of occasionally "flying". There was also satisfaction, deep satisfaction, in enduring various tortures with grace. But even beyond that— there was actual pleasure in pain.
She felt safe. Now, that was an odd thing—to feel safe at the hands of a man who was keeping her prisoner. But really, for the first time since she was a child, she felt safe and protected. Certainly cherished. Mark's every act toward her, however degrading or harsh it might seem to an "outsider"
was filled with love. The word surprised her. He had rarely expressly said he loved her, but somehow she knew it. Yet,
how did one reconcile the love with the cruelty? How could the things he did to her—the whippings, the caning, the rape—be acts of love?
She would get confused at this point. Better not to think so much. What was the point? Things were as they were. She belonged to Mark. Mark had become her world.
Mark could have used cuffs, but found the sight of her bound with ropes was more exciting. The hard, dark wood of the table contrasted nicely with her soft, pale skin. Her nipples were a bright red today, aided by the rouge he had applied this morning. Her lips were also reddened with the same rouge. A black silk blindfold was secured over Emily's eyes. The effect was dramatic.
Mark, also naked, sat in front of his slave girl, his face resting for a moment on the shorn mons, his cheek against the smooth flesh. Lifting his head, he lowered it until his mouth was on the spread pussy lips. His tongue darted out, tasting the heady, slightly salty flesh. Slowly, lovingly, he tasted, licked and teased her sex. Emily moaned softly and her hips arched up toward his mouth.
Mark laughed and playfully swatted her sex with his hand.
"Slut," he whispered, but he was pleased. He inserted a finger deep into her cunt. She was wet and tight.
"Are you ready for fun, slut girl?"
Emily licked her lips, nodding slightly. Mark slapped her pussy sharply with his palm. Emily gasped. Mark liked that sound so he did it again. And again. When her cunt was red from the impromptu beating, Mark again dipped his head, kissing and suckling the swelling heated flesh.
Just as she approached climax, again he stopped. A small sigh escaped that perfect mouth. Feigning anger, Mark roared, "How
dare
you sigh? How dare you protest anything I do or choose not to do? Have you forgotten all your training?
Well then," he went on, not giving her a chance to respond,
"I'll remind you. Prepare to be punished."
Emily began to whimper quietly. She didn't ask what her punishment would be. Of course, she would find out soon enough. Mark took the long red candle he had ready for this occasion. He had fully intended to use it on her today, with or without provocation. He wanted to watch her reaction as he let drop after drop of melting fire fall onto her bound and naked body.
His hand shook slightly as he lit the candle, causing a drop of melted wax to fall on his own finger. Holding the candle over her belly, he let the first series of drops fall.
Emily cried out, and tried to jerk away from the sudden drops of heat on her skin. They hardened quickly, leaving little red circles of wax. He held the candle over her, moving it slowly up her torso. He circled a breast with red droplets and
moved up to the nipple, resting like a perfect gumdrop in the center. Emily screamed when the hot wax landed on that tender spot, just as he had known she would.
Barely able to contain his own excitement, Mark circled the second breast with wax and then attacked the second nipple.
Again, the poor girl screamed. Mark had to pause to massage his aching cock. Then he had a better idea. Nimbly hopping up onto the table, he straddled Emily's face and forced her lips open with the tip of his cock. Thrusting his pelvis back and forth, he proceeded to fuck Emily's open mouth, while holding the still lit candle behind him, allowing the hot wax to burn her breasts and belly.
Not yet ready to come—he wanted to savor this intense pleasure a little longer—Mark hopped off the gasping, half-choking woman and resumed his torture in earnest. He held the candle over her spread pussy and let a single drop fall right on Emily's hooded clit. Emily cried out, "Please, oh, please, Mark, it hurts!"
"It's supposed to," Mark allowed a series of melting droplets to burn her most delicate places. Unable to contain himself, Mark again straddled his victim and shoved his big cock down her throat, pumping fast and hard in his desperate need to come. Within seconds he shot his prolific load down her throat, and rested a moment, his cock lodged so deeply Emily couldn't breathe.
Reluctantly, since he didn't want to suffocate his slave girl, Mark dismounted and stood next to the still-blindfolded woman who was now gasping for air. Using surgical scissors, Mark deftly cut the ropes that bound her wrists. Leaning over,
he removed the blindfold, careful not to pull her long, lovely hair.
Emily opened her eyes and looked into his face. Her lips were full and soft, parted slightly so that he could see the tip of her little pink tongue. Mark felt such tenderness as he looked at her. God, how he loved her.
Emily lay still, wondering what would happen next. Her cunt throbbed with need. Mark was never predictable—he might leave her tied to the table for hours, forgetting about her as he disappeared into his study, or he might untie her and make tender hot love to her. She watched his face, trying to gauge his mood, hoping he would let her get up off the table.
"I want to watch you come. Make yourself come for me."
Emily's hand quickly found her pussy. Pieces of wax had hardened against her labia. She licked her fingertips and touched herself again, rubbing and swirling her fingers over her pussy. She sighed with pleasure, let her eyes close.
Slowly she slid a finger into her slit, then eased it out, now slick with her own juices.
She tried to hurry, well used to Mark's capricious change of mind. Damn, she wasn't fast enough, as his words penetrated her consciousness. "Don't come." Biting back a sigh, Emily forced her fingers to slow. "Don't stop. Did I tell you to stop?"
Mark raised his hand as if to slap her.
Emily quickly resumed her earlier pace, rubbing and massaging her cunt. Her face and chest were flushed and her breathing shallow and fast. "Please sir," she managed to gasp, "Please—" she couldn't continue.
"If you come, you'll by severely punished." Emily's fingers fell away from her cunt. She knew just what he was doing.
And she also knew there was no way out. She couldn't shut down her body. She had been trained too well to serve him with her pussy. She was on fire with lust and she knew he knew it.
Mark slapped her face. "Did I tell you to stop?" He pushed her hands away, using his own fingers against her sopping wet spread cunt. Emily closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the delicious sensation.
"Oh, God, I can't—help—it-!" she gasped between orgasmic shudders. Mark's eyes were trained upon her when she came to herself. "That wasn't fair," she dared to whisper.
Mark grinned, his green eyes glittering cruelly. "Whoever said I was fair?"
Even after all she had been through, Emily was still very shy about her asshole. She didn't like it when Mark probed it, or plugged it. He had not yet fucked her there, but she knew it was only a matter of time. She knew tonight might well be the night.
Mark pressed her shoulder and Emily knelt forward, touching her head to the floor. She didn't flinch as he gently probed her asshole with a finger. She heard him take the enema bag from the counter. She felt him place the lubricated nozzle against her puckered opening. Still the slave girl did not flinch. Slowly he pushed it in and began to press the bag, emptying its contents into her body.
Emily moaned slightly as the water filled her bowels. But she did not move, and certainly she did not protest. When every drop had been squeezed from the bag, Mark said, "Stay there until you can no longer comfortably bear it. Then empty your bowels, clean yourself and report to me in the playroom."
He left the bathroom, leaving the young woman alone. She was grateful for the privacy. She was rarely afforded any. As her bowels began to cramp painfully, Emily got up and used the toilet. She took her time, carefully cleaning herself afterward with hot water and plenty of soap.
Toweling herself dry she left the bathroom to find her tormentor in the torture chamber he liked to call the playroom. He stood in the center of the room, clad only in black jeans. His arms were folded across his broad, sexy chest. She could already see the outline of his large, thick cock, pressed against his flat belly, straining under the denim.
She looked down quickly. She had been beaten before for staring too intently at his body. He told her this was unseemly for a slave girl, even a slut like her. Quickly she knelt before him, her hair falling on his bare feet.
To her surprise, instead of telling her what he intended to do to her, he asked her. "Emily. What am I going to do to you tonight? At long last?"
"You are going to fuck me in the ass, sir." Saying it aloud suddenly made it real and Emily felt her first real twinge of fear. She had known it, of course, when he told her about the enema. She had known she was cleaning herself for his cock, for the invasion that had long been promised.
"That's correct. I'm going to fuck you in that lovely, tight little ass of yours. And what's more, you are going to beg me to do it, aren't you?"
"Yes sir," she whispered, feeling the heat bloom on her cheeks.
"What else will you do, slave?" Emily hesitated. She knew what he wanted her to say. She was trying to find the courage to say it. Because she knew once she did, he would oblige her.
Mark reached down and pulled her head up by the hair.
She was forced to look into his face. He wouldn't let her turn away. "Answer me, before I whip you to shreds."
Emily licked her dry lips. When she spoke, her voice was husky with fear, and with something else. Was it lust? "I'll spread my ass cheeks and beg you to fuck me there."
"Fuck you where?"
"In—in the ass, sir" She tried to look away, but he would not allow it.
"That is correct." Emily's face was defined by heat. She knew she must be blushing a fierce red. Mark's cock was clearly outlined in his jeans, thick and completely erect. "Suck
my cock first. It's the only lubricant you're going to get."
Unzipping his pants, he thrust his cock into her face. Emily opened her mouth, swallowing the sweet pungent flesh as far as she was able.
Before Mark, in that distant lifetime, she had rarely sucked a man's cock. She was a famous movie star, and most men were happy just to be near her, just to get a kiss, or an occasional fuck. She had not been what one would call highly sexed. Not then. Not before she had become Mark's slut. Now she came at least three times a day, and sometimes much more often than that. Unless, of course, she was being punished. Then she was denied orgasm, though not necessarily stimulation. Mark liked to arouse her to near-release and then pull back and whip her, or just simply tie her up and leave her hanging on some wall while he went into his study to work and forget about her.
She hated that worst of all—to be forgotten. To be left somewhere, especially in that horrid, cold little cage, while he was somewhere else. But now she was at his feet, with his cock buried deep in her throat. She could hold her breath now for quite a long time when he impaled her like this. Once she almost passed out from the lack of oxygen, but she never pulled away now. Never.
He fucked her face for a little while longer. She applied all her considerable skill in an effort to keep his mind away from her ass and his promised rape of it. But he didn't forget. All too soon he pulled away from her, forcing her back down.
Pressing on her neck, he made her bow low, forcing her up high. Knowing she had no choice, Emily reached behind
herself, grasping each round cheek, spreading them so her asshole was bared. She shivered, suddenly cold, feeling so naked, so exposed.
Her voice trembling slightly, she said, "Please sir. Please fuck me in the ass." Mark knelt behind her and she felt the head of his wet cock press against her asshole. Emily slowed her breathing in a conscious effort to relax and accept the cock that was going to take her one way or the other.
"Ask me again."
"Please sir," her voice came out raspy and she cleared her throat. "Please, Mark, fuck me in the ass."
Sighing with satisfaction he pressed gently against her, easing the head into her ass. Despite her best intentions, Emily tensed. Though her mind was willing, her body resisted.
She was grateful that he seemed to be giving her time to get used him. Holding her hips, he pushed a little farther. Oh!
Despite her efforts to stay open to him, Emily clenched her muscles as pain shot through her. Mark pushed farther into her unwilling body and Emily cried out.
"Relax!" Mark warned her. "You're tensing up. Take it."
Emily tried to relax, to accept the huge cock forcing its way into her, but somehow she had lost the grace she thought she possessed to get through this. She felt panic begin to bubble up in her.
Mark sensed it as well. He stroked her head, smoothing her hair back as he whispered into her ear. "You're already there, sweetheart. You've done it. This is just your body being disobedient. It only hurts because you're resisting me. You
know you must never resist me. You do know that, don't you?"