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Subject: (Grace) "The Captive" (MF/f, bdsm,nc,& lots of other fun stuff)
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This story is intended for adults, if you are not one, please go away now.
The story contains scenes of non consensual twisted, kinky, deviant activities.
 If you are offended by same, pass this one by.

Copyright is retained by the author, but the story may be distributed by anyone
as
long as no text is changed, the details of authorship are retained, and
the process of distribution makes no money for the distributor.

And so it begins:


As she walked out of the mall she noticed that it had already gotten dark.
Fumbling in her coat pocket searching  for her car keys, she did not notice the
  
van creeping behind her.  

Lost in thought as she reaches her car, the gloved hand across her mouth took
her completely by surprise.  The force of the hand increases, pulling her back
into his chest.    Her body becomes rigid against him, his voice a hiss, "If
you make a sound, or try to run I will break your neck.  That is a promise.  Be
a good girl and we'll all get along fine."

"All"?  What did that mean?  Her brain is screaming panic, as she is willing
herself to remain calm.  "All"???  She draws a deep breath through her nose,
and exhales slowly.  The muscles in her neck and back loosening in his grip.
"Good girl." His voice a growl.  A blindfold is slipped over her head and
fastened in place taking away all sight.....all light.

She follows as he leads her toward the van, which has pulled along side of
them.  
The door slides open and she is shoved inside.  He pushes her to the bench seat
in the back, flips her around and cuffs her wrists behind her.  

As the van begins to move she feels him sit down next to her.  
His voice is calm and cool, inches from her ear.  Blonde hair tickles the side
of her face as his words move through it.  

"Be a good girl, do as your told and you will be home before daylight.  Fight
me too hard, you'll never see daylight again."  Her body rocked in reaction to
the shudder that took her as she realized the enormity of her situation.  

The rest of the ride passed in silence.

As the van rolls to a stop, the pounding in her ears starts building once
again.  Her body tenses as strong hands grip her upper arm and yank her out of
the vehicle.  Her step is unsteady on a gravel walk, the strong hands holding
her keep her upright.  Walking blindly she trusts her captors hand to guide her
in her darkness.  

Finally they come to a stop, someone uncuffs her wrists.  Reflexively she
brings her hands forward to rub her wrists.  The smack across her face still
ringing in her ears...when a different voice orders her to strip.  Not knowing
what else to do she complies with trembling hands, stopping only when she's
wearing nothing but her bra and panties.  "Did someone tell you to stop?" he
asks fiercely.  As she reaches back to unhook her bra, she finds her voice.
"Please....please.....don't do this." she says softly.
The answering laugh offers no hope.  She hooks her thumbs in the waist of her
panties, bending as she pulls them down.  She steps away from her discarded
clothing, starts to say something but stops abruptly.  She knows she has no
options.  She just wants to survive.

A hand in the middle of her back pushes her forward until she stumbles on a
step.  Someone is on either side of her and together  they pull her up and half
carry her into a building.  She thinks it may be a house as she realizes that
there is carpeting under her bare feet.  As she is pushed forward she can hear
hushed voices that begin to quiet as they become aware of her presence.  

Her senses are distorted by her fear and time begins to move fast.  Too fast.

Cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  Her arms and legs pulled wide and fastened
to what seems to be an open frame of some sort.  With her legs spread wide, she
becomes aware of the cool room air on her exposed sex.  She drops her head to
her chest and moans softly.  She hears a loud voice saying "I don't want to
hear any noise from her, gag the bitch."  The sounds of mutual agreement get
lost as she feels the hands on her face, prying her jaws open.  Something solid
yet soft is forced into her mouth as straps tighten around her head.  She has
never felt quite so helpless.

She feels the air pressure change as the sound of feet coming close enfolds
her.
The sudden hands everywhere...touching, stroking, pinching, squeezing, probing.
Rough hands mauling her breasts, soft small hands, pulling the folds of her
pussy wide.
Moaning behind the gag she realizes she is becoming excited.  Her body begins
to betray her.  The fear and heat combining, becoming something else.
Soft lips sucking on her nipple as a large finger invades her bottom.  Her hips
begin to rock, looking for something to rub herself against.  As her internal
heat increases she starts to moan hungrily.  Immediately  all the hands are
withdrawn and she is left in silence.

Alone.  Confused.  She waits.

She hears a door creak open, heavy footsteps approach.  Huge hands caress her
bottom...between her legs until she is sighing and bearing down against the
hand.  
Then it stops.  She holds her breath until she hears a belt slipping through
belt loops.  She knows this sound.  "Oh god" muffled behind the gag as she
hears the leather cut through the air.  The crack of the leather against her
ass is still ringing in her ears, as the red heat tears through her skin. 
Again and again, until she is sobbing and sagging against her bonds.  She is
still writhing and twisting when she realizes the whipping has stopped and the
hands are between her legs, yet again.  He teases and taunts, taking her right
to the edge.  He quietly leaves the room.  

On and on it goes.....hands and paddles, belts, crops, floggers, burning her
skin.  Followed by the hands, touching her, sliding deep inside, stroking her
most tender parts.  

She feels she is nearing complete madness.  She needs release.  She will do
anything.  If they would only remove the gag...she would beg and plead. 
Anything...anything at all...but
please....please....please.....god........please.  

These are her only thoughts as she feels herself being released.  She is walked
a few feet from where she was as hands push her to her knees.  She is being
tied over something close to the floor.  Her arms stretched above her head, her
legs pulled wide and tied at the ankle and knee.  Bent over, immobile, wide
open.  

A woman's voice cooing in her ear.  "Do you need to be fucked, sweet captive?"

She turns toward the voice and nods her head.   "Oh you will be fucked my
dear....taken...used....and soon you will learn exactly what you are."  The
soft laugh that followed was the scariest thing yet.

She felt people gathering around.  Taking seats and speaking softly.  Ice cubes
tinkling in glasses, as she felt her thighs becoming drenched by her own
juices.   

The room becomes hushed as something cold pushes between her spread thighs.
Cold replaced by something warm licking at her.  An incredibly strong tongue
lapping at her, pushing inside.  Her brain is screaming that something's not
right.  This isn't like anything she's ever felt before.  The insistent tongue
is relentless and she surrenders to it.  Groaning loudly, trying to push back
against the wonderful tongue taking her.  As she approaches the edge yet again,
a harsh voice cuts through her pleasure.  "Mount her."

Her muffled screams tell of her realization.  The warm body above hers is too
small to be male....rough hair against her back.  Oh god......no......her words
are lost.
She feels something hard and slick pushing at her drenched sex, battering
aimlessly.
"Guide his cock into her." she hears from somewhere behind her.  
Slowly.....steadily she feels it's cock enter her.  Her warm flesh yielding to
his size, her brain reeling with the sheer nastiness of it all.

She is being fucked hard and deep, the monster slobbering and growling above
her.  She lets go of reason and lets herself feel.  

Oh yes....she's learned....exactly what she is.

*          *          *          *
"Clean her up" she hears the words, but has no idea who is speaking them. 
Hands, this time undoing the restraints, a soft female voice close to her ear.
"You are going to stand up and go where you are led.  You will not protest or
offer any resistance.  Do you understand?"  She nods weakly as she feels
herself being pulled to her feet.  Her legs are unsteady and her knees are
buckling.  She almost falls into a puddle, but is held upright by strong hands.
 She slumps against the person holding her as she tries to make some sense of
her situation.  She cannot.

Hours ago she was a composed professional, doing her job and living her life.
Now she wasn't sure exactly what she was.  That was not precisely true.  She'd
been abducted, beaten, fondled and  fucked by a dog and had an earth shattering
orgasm.  What did this mean?  What did this say about her?  Had she always been
this depraved?  How could it have been so intense?  

Her internal questions ended abruptly as she felt cold tile beneath her feet.
A hand in the middle of her back pushes her forward and down, bending her at
the waist.  A slap to her inner thigh, she spreads her legs wide.  The hand on
her back again, increasing the pressure, pushing her down till her forehead
touches the hard, cold tile.  
A man's voice this time "I'll take care of this end, then you can take care of
her pussy, just make sure you do a good job."  "Yes, Master." A female voice,
soft but sure of itself.  
For a reasons she cannot explain she begins to cry softly, soaking the
blindfold yet again.

Her ass cheeks are being spread wide, she gasps as she feels something cold and
slippery being worked into her rectum.  She tenses against the touch as a
finger slips deep inside.  
She moans as it begins to slowly work in and out of her bottom.  In and out,
slow and deep, she matches the invader's rhythm as her bottom begins it's
sensual dance.  
"Hmmmm....she likes it....."  the sentence ending in a soft chuckle.
And she does.  She doesn't want it to stop.  The sound of running water and the
squeak of rubber catch her attention.

Her head is violently shaking NO!!! as she feels something hard and narrow
being pushed into her.  The sharp slap on her ass curtails her movement. 
Slowly, relentlessly she is being filled by the slim plastic nozzle.  Crying
behind her blindfold, wordlessly pleading into the gag filling her mouth, she
moans out loud as she feels the warm water begin to fill her bowels.  At first
it is comforting and warm, the water filling her gently increasing the pressure
to her lower regions.  Quickly the pressure becomes uncomfortable and the urge
to relieve herself unbearable.  Slowly, erotically the nozzle is removed, only
to be replaced by a thick plug.  

"Now if you don't move a muscle and are quiet like the good girl you are
supposed to be, i'll be back shortly and you can relieve yourself.  If you are
not a good girl you will find out exactly how painful an enema can be."  Heavy
shoes and the click of high heels echo in the tiled room as they retreat.

She can barely catch her breath as the cramps increase.  She knows she will not
survive this.  She will burst, she will die of shame.  She doesn't move a
muscle, she doesn't make a sound.  Her thoughts all jumbled up inside her head.
 The humiliation and shame somehow do not quell the intense heat deep inside
her.  The cramps and the torment of being bent in half do not stop the images
running through her head.  

The hands.....the belt.......god....even that beast.....it all was so
incredibly bizarre.
It was all so incredibly hot.  She didn't understand.  She wasn't sure she
wanted to.  She simply wanted to survive.  At least that's what she thought she
wanted.

She can hear them approach again.  She is pulled upright, turned around and
pushed into a sitting position.  She feels the bowl beneath her, and is stunned
by her desire to say thank you.  

"I am going to remove the plug from your ass, and you are to take care of your
business as quickly as possible.  Take too much time and i promise you, you
will be very sorry."
She swears the damn thing "pops" as he pulls it roughly out of her ass, and
leaves the bathroom..  Her release is immediate and overwhelming.  

She sits there spent and exhausted wondering how long her sanity will hold out,
when she hears a soft female voice.  "My turn." She says with a distinct smile
in her voice.
      
As she is pulled to her feet, the voice with the smile says " I'm going to
clean you up!!
After your shower, I will clean that hot pussy thoroughly.  Are you surprised
that you enjoyed it so much?"  The words froze her heart, but did not still her
mouth.  "Enjoy it?? You are as fucking crazy as the rest of them!!!!!!  It was
disgusting, humiliating....i don't know why you are doing this to me.....Enjoy
it??? NO!!! "  Suddenly the voice was right next to her ear.  "You can lie to
yourself, but you cannot lie to me.  I saw you.  I know you."  Her voice is a
whimper as she is led into a shower stall....."no...you're wrong...i hated
it....every minute.....i didn't.....i couldn't........"

The water warm and plentiful did nothing to wash away her shame.  The unseen
hands scrubbing her skin, pinching and stroking her abused body, only
encouraged the heat between her legs.  The shower spray between her legs is at
first comforting, quickly becoming something more.  The voice inside her head
screaming no...no...god...no....
it can't be...she's wrong.....they are all wrong.....they don't know
me.....they......
The voice quiets as the douche nozzle is pushed deep inside her.  She begins to
cry once again.  The tears aren't fear this time, it's her shame.  She can't
stop crying nor can she stop her hips from rocking against the plastic intruder
buried deep inside her.  

As the water is turned off she hears the voice again "We can't have you getting
off just yet, take a few deep breaths and step out of the shower."  She does as
she is told and relaxes momentarily as the soft towel dries her gently.  

"I want your hands behind your back, and your head tilted back.  Chin
up...that's right"
She feels the familiar cuffs being fastened about  her wrists and secured
together.  A collar is placed around her neck.  She can imagine how she looks.
She shudders from head to toe.  

She feels a tug at the front of her collar and sighs as she hears the leash
being attached.  She cannot believe the indignity of this.  First fucked by a
dog, and now being led around like one. She follows in the direction she is
being pulled.  The tile floor changes to wood, then carpeting, she is told to
stop.  She can hear people milling about, she can feel them staring at her.

"On your knees bitch!!!" the booming voice startles her, she falls to her
knees.  "That is your position, you do not get out of it unless you are told
to.  Do you understand me?"
She nods her head in response.  "I asked you a question!!!"  Her voice is
barely a whisper, "yes, i understand."  The lash across her back almost forces
her face first into the floor.  
The fire on her skin is unbearable.  "Wrong answer, try again."  His voice
showing his irritation.  This time her voice is stronger "yes Sir, i
understand."
"Better." he says as she strokes her face.  She doesn't understand why, but his
touch causes a hungry sigh.  

"Now my little captive, you are going to show us all what a good girl you can
be.  You will suck, lick, kiss anything that is within reach of your mouth.
You will hold yourself open, you will be sweet and obedient, won't you?"  

 "Yes, Sir."  She is amazed at the tone of her voice.  She can hear her own
need.  She is on fire and she does not understand why.  She wants this man to
touch her again.  She wants them all to touch her...to take her.  

Her interior conversation is ended by warm flesh pressing against her lips.
She opens her mouth as the erect flesh passes her lips and fills her mouth.
She almost gags as it reaches the back of her throat.  The woman's voice again
tickling her ear, "tip your head back...that's right....let him fuck your
mouth, just like he's gonna fuck your pussy....that's right.... ....let him
fill you....relax....mmmm....yes..."  And she does, and she finds his rhythm.
Working her head and mouth up and down the length of him, she 
feels her own wet heat increase.  Instinctively she spreads her legs as her
hips begin to sway in a hungry dance.  The recurrent salty tang of him taking
her further into her own need.  The hands that begin to travel her body,
caressing and encouraging her, they cast  their magic spell as her need
increases.  She can feel her thighs begin to dampen from her own juices.  She
cannot believe the pleasure the cock taking her mouth is bringing to her.
She feels him stiffen as his hands grab the back of her head, pulling her
further down his shaft.  

As he cums deep in her throat she is split wide by another hard cock pushing
deep into her soaked pussy.  Moaning around the cock in her mouth she sucks him
till there is nothing left and he pulls away from her mouth.  He is immediately
replaced by another.  The cock pounding her from behind brings her to the edge,
and nudges her over.  She is lost.  
Her arms are released from behind her back and she braces her hands against the
floor.  She has lost count of the cocks she has savored and the ones that have
filled her full.  

After a too brief rest she is pushed onto her back, as someone else settles
between her legs, spreads her wide and pushes deep inside.  She is soaked with
her own desires, and the cum of strangers.  The thought pushes her forward as
she lifts her hips and fucks back.  

She feels an intense warmth just above her face when she hears a female voice
say "lets see if she licks pussy as good as she sucks cock."  The words thrill
her.  She opens her mouth and hungrily attacks the center of the woman above
her.  Her taste and her smell are intoxicating.  She cannot get enough.  She
wants more.

Her hungry mouth feeds on the woman above her, lifting her head, reaching.  Her
face becomes soaked with the essence of  a woman, all intellect is lost.  She
is thrilled and tormented by the cock pounding her cunt, and the fingers
pushing deep within her ass.  But it is the woman above who is  roughly
encouraging her to give up her guilt.  All her life she's been taught that this
is wrong.  The response of her body and the burning need inside tell her
something different.  The desire to please this woman, to make her cum, to feed
from her overwhelms her.  Sensations undefined rack her lower body.  Pushing
her tongue deep, her nose up against the swollen nub of flesh, the hands
pulling her face in closer, this woman, Mistress, screams with pleasure and
release as she cums.  

Smiling as she rests with her face still nestled between Mistress' legs, she
groans as delicate hands reach down and pull her ass cheeks wide, exposing her
fully.  The room becomes very quiet and she feels strong hands tenderly
stroking the inside of her thighs.  
The woman above her stands and moves away.

His voice just next to her ear, causing goosebumps to spread across her skin.
"The last treasure is mine.  Remember what I said about being a good girl."
She moans softly and whispers "yes Master."  She means it....with every fiber
of her being.  

The cold slippery fingers begin working deep inside her, at first making her
tense up, then working slowly and sensually stretching the tight ring.  The
fire building inside, her ass begins to pump against  his hand.  

"Are you ready my pet?" he asks in a low rumble.  

She has no words, she nods her head in response.

"Ask me, beg me little bitch!" his voice lust filled and commanding.

"Please Sir....please my Master.....fuck me?"  her voice trembling but clear.

"Fuck you where?" he demands to know.

"My ass....please Master fuck my ass...take me....make
me..........your's..........." her words dissolve into a moan as he forces his
cock in to the hilt.  His pubic hair scratchy against the tender skin of her
ass, his rigid cock opening her wide, taking her most private place.  Being
fucked, fucking back surrendering the last of her shame to the intensely
pleasurable assault.  

Flashing lights blinding her blindfolded eyes as she cums in a torrent she has
never experienced before.  His white hot gift filling her, claiming her as
his............

That was her last conscious thought.  She is now nothing but lust and raw
emotion.  

It was the movement of the van that brought her to wakefulness.  Fully dressed
and no longer blindfolded, she tried to get her bearings.  The various aches
and soreness in her body fueled her memory.  She was lost in remembering when
the van rolled to a stop in the mall parking lot.

The doors open and the sunshine streams in.  The bright light in the background
blinds her to the man standing in the open door.  

"Here you are my pet, safe and sound just as i promised."

He reaches out a hand to help her out of the back of the van.  She stares into
his face and smiles softly.  "It's you." she says quietly.  "Please....Sir???"
she is saying as she exits the vehicle.  

"Please what my sweet captive?" he says gently as she stands between the van
and her car.

"Please don't......please...." Her voice is full of emotion.

"Don't what??"

"Please don't send me away Master....please?"

He smiles down into her face, "I won't my pet, but you must remember.....this
time it is your choice."
"I remember Sir.  I know what i'm asking.  Thank you Sir.....Master."

She is smiling as she kisses his hands and climbs back into the van.

End

Comments, questions, suggestions greatly appreciated by the author.
Graceofhea@aol.com



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