Dark Obsessions - Volume 2: Four Dark, Delicious Capture Fantasies

by Claire Thompson

  Mara felt the insistent nudge of his penis between her legs. She was wet, her pussy throbbing with the need to finish what he’d begun with his hand. His cock slid inside her, filling her, claiming her as his mouth covered hers in a violent kiss that took her breath away.

  Finally he released her mouth, which remained open, panting. His cock pummeled inside her, his hips grinding against hers. “I hate you, I hate you, oh, oh god,” she moaned, only aware after the fact that she’d spoken aloud. She arched against him, powerless to resist the sensual, forceful onslaught of his body, his strength, his will. She came in a shuddering burst of spiraling sensation, momentarily removed from the physical world, her spirit soaring free and far, far away from the cold, terrifying reality of her captivity.

  She was vaguely aware of his thrusting climax a few moments later. He sagged against her, his hard-muscled chest mashing her breasts between them, the mirrored wall cold against her back. Finally he stood upright and lifted her from his body, placing her on unsteady feet. What had happened? How was it possible she’d orgasmed in the arms of this monster?

  Alex stepped back and shook his head, as if suddenly coming to himself. He cleared his throat and zipped his fly, the ice returning to his eyes. “That was”—he paused, as if searching for the right word—“unexpected.” He added nothing to this remark, instead glancing again at his watch. Mara shifted uncomfortably, angry at herself for her strong, physical reaction to the man, determined not to let herself be so vulnerable again. Alex was the enemy, not a lover.

  “Come and use the toilet before we get started. You’ve got a long session ahead.”

  Mara didn’t like the sound of that at all. She stole an anxious glance at the bondage chair as Alex herded her toward a sliding pocket door just beyond the galley kitchen. He slid the door open and gestured her inside. To her dismay, he followed her into the bathroom, which contained a toilet, a sink and a shower in the corner, no curtain or door to partition it from the rest of the small room.

  Alex moved toward the shower and turned on the water. “Go on,” he said. “Take a piss and wash your cunt.” Mara stood uncertainly. He made no move to leave the room. He glared at her. Hesitantly, she moved toward the toilet. “No,” he said with an impatient shake of his head. “You can go right there in the shower. I want to watch.”

  Mara moved to the shower, trying to block Alex’s continued presence from her mind. The water was lukewarm against her back. She did need to pee, and she was anxious to soap away the semen now trickling down her inner thigh. She’d been naked for twenty-four hours, she’d been tortured and raped by this man and others, so what difference did it make if she peed in front of him? Her rational mind told her this, but her body refused to cooperate. She stood there, her bladder full, unable to release the flow.

  Mara could feel Alex’s eyes on her as he tapped his boot impatiently against the tiled floor. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to relax, to let go. Finally, thankfully, a hot trickle of urine splashed between her legs and then her bladder let go and emptied. Keeping her head averted from the prying stare of her captor, Mara quickly rinsed herself and then soaped her body and rinsed once more.

  Alex leaned around her and turned off the shower. He thrust a towel at her and Mara dried herself. When she began, reflexively, to wrap the towel around her body, Alex yanked it away and dropped it on the floor. “You know better than that.”

  He opened a drawer beneath the sink and withdrew a wooden box. From the box, he removed a large, flesh-colored dildo with a flat base and a smaller, slim black rubber phallus, also with a flat base, and set them both upright on the counter. Reaching into another drawer, he produced a tube of lubricant.

  He picked up the dildo and squirted some lube over its head. Turning to her, he said matter-of-factly, “Spread your legs and squat so I can insert this into your cunt.”

  Her face blazing, Mara did as she was told. She held her breath as he eased the fat rubber cock slowly into her until only the base showed between her labia.

  “Don’t let it fall out. You’ll keep that in until I decide otherwise.” Alex stared at her, apparently waiting for some kind of response.

  “Yes, sir,” Mara muttered, her eyes skittering toward the phallus still on the counter, her sphincter contracting reflexively.

  Alex, following her gaze, picked up the plug. “Do you know what this is?”

  Biting her lip, Mara nodded hesitantly.

  “Answer a direct question,” Alex snapped. “And address me properly.”

  “It’s-it’s an anal plug, I think, sir.”

  He nodded with a smirk. “Correct.” He lubricated the plug and gestured with it. “Bend over and grab your ankles. Hold that position while I insert the plug into your ass.”

  Moving carefully to keep the dildo from dislodging from her pussy, Mara did as she was told, glad at least her face was hidden. She jerked slightly forward as the gooey tip of the plug nudged against her asshole.

  “Relax,” Alex admonished. “It goes in easier if you relax.”

  Mara pressed her lips together to keep from snarling an angry retort. To her relieved surprise, the plug slid in easily enough, except the last flared bit, which stretched her uncomfortably wide. “It’s in.” Alex gave the end of the plug a pat. “You can stand up now. Remember, keep those in place. Let’s go.”

  Mara followed Alex awkwardly out of the bathroom, unaccustomed to the feeling of fullness between her legs. The anal plug was firmly lodged inside her, but she had to walk carefully to keep the dildo in place as she walked.

  Alex led her to the bondage chair and pointed. “Sit,” he ordered, as if addressing a dog. Mara perched gingerly on the edge of the padded leather seat, trying to adjust herself to accommodate the phalluses inside her. She noticed then the small wheels attached at the bottom of each chair leg, though they appeared to be locked in place, not budging as she sat.

  “Scoot back and place your neck inside the metal collar so I can adjust it for you.”

  Though the last thing Mara wanted was to be locked into the chair, she had no choice in the matter. She moved back cautiously until her neck made contact with the cold metal collar. She could see Alex in the mirror as he adjusted the height and then closed the collar around her neck.

  Next he cuffed her wrists into place on the armrests and finally closed the metal cuffs at the base of each front leg of the chair around her ankles. Fully immobilized, Mara began to pant with fear.

  “Calm yourself. Slow your breathing.” Alex stroked her shoulder. “You only make it harder on yourself when you resist. The goal is to give yourself fully to me—hold nothing back. I own you now, you see. Obedience and acceptance are your only options.”

  He stepped away, disappearing from her line of vision. She could hear him opening and closing cabinets. He returned, pushing a little trolley cart on wheels. Reflected in the mirror, she could see various items set out in a neat array on the cart, including whips, chains and other torture devices. Reflexively Mara clenched her hands into fists, all of her muscles tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck rising like a dog’s hackles.

  Alex regarded her with a slow, cruel smile. “I like to take this opportunity with the new girls to begin training in pleasure/pain acceptance, in learning that you cannot have one without the other, especially if you are chosen as a ruby, which I’m reasonably sure will be your fate, given your delicious responses so far to erotic pain and stimulation.”

  What the fuck was the bastard saying? Mara had no idea, except that it couldn’t be good. Erotic and pain were not words that belonged together.

  “While you watch how properly trained girls behave during presentation and selection, I will enhance the experience by stimulating you in various ways.”

  He reached for a pair of nipple clamps. Mara gasped and whimpered with fear, her pussy tightening around the shaft lodged deep inside her. Alex caught her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it until it hardened in his fingers. Then
, pressing one of the clamps to an open position, he placed it at the base of her nipple and let it close with a snap.

  “Ah!” Mara yelped in pain.

  Alex placed his thumb over her lips. “The room is soundproofed, but I want you to practice some self-control. For now, if you cry out, I will gag you. Consider yourself warned.” When he clamped the second nipple, Mara inhaled sharply, but somehow managed to remain silent. Alex tugged lightly on the chain between the clamps, which caused them to tighten further. Mara pressed her lips into a hard line to stifle her cry.

  “Better.” Alex picked up a single-tail whip and struck it suddenly against Mara’s inner thigh.

  Shocked by the sudden action, Mara yelped as a long, angry red line of fire appeared on her leg.

  “Tsk, tsk.” Alex shook his head. “And here I thought you were making progress.” He turned to the cart and set down the whip. He picked up a ball gag by its strap and dangled it in front of Mara.

  “No, wait,” she begged, “I can do better.”

  Alex didn’t respond, offering only a cold smile. Stepping behind her, he brought the gag over her face and pressed the rubber ball into her mouth, forcing her tongue back so her protesting cries were reduced to a gurgle. He buckled the gag behind her head and regarded her in the mirror. Mara, unable to look away, stared too. Her eyes were wide with fear above the bright red ball forced between her teeth. Drool was already starting down her chin. Her nipples were hard and red, compressed in the sharp bite of the clamps, the chain swinging gently between her breasts. Her thighs were spread wide, the base of the dildo visible between her legs. Unable to bear the image another second, Mara closed her eyes.

  “No,” Alex said sharply. “You will not close your eyes.”

  Slowly, reluctantly, Mara opened her eyes.

  “Good girl.” Alex nodded his approval, adding with a chuckle, “After all, you wouldn’t want to miss the presentation.” He glanced once more at his watch. “Speaking of which, it’s just about time. The girls should be assembled. The men will be coming in to make their selections.” He stepped toward the switch on the side of the mirrored wall and flicked it, dimming the lights to reveal the room beyond.

  The girls were arrayed in various positions around the room, some sitting, some lounging, two standing at the bar, leaning casually against it on one elbow. Each one was perfectly made up as if ready for a photo shoot with a fashion magazine. They were all wearing sexy, slinky outfits suitable for a beach resort—flowing silks, cut low, breasts offered like ripe, round fruit in tiny push-up bras that showed more than they concealed.

  Mara could hear sounds in the room, the clink of ice in a drink as one of the girls lifted it to her mouth, soft, soothing music coming through speakers she couldn’t see, but no one was talking. They were clearly waiting, posed for presentation.

  To distract herself as best she could from her own situation, Mara stared at the girls, doing an automatic headcount and coming up one short. Who was missing? It took a minute to figure it out, as she wasn’t yet that familiar with her co-prisoners. Then she realized who was not there. Where was she?

  Chapter 5

  A set of double doors opened and Dawn entered the room, followed by five men. “Here we are, gentlemen.” She waved her hand grandly around the room. “As you can see, we have six girls available for selection today. Of course”—she smiled brightly at a redheaded man who bore a striking resemblance to a North Carolina state senator—“Joanie belongs to you, Lucas.”

  The man stared at Joanie with hungry eyes. She rose with languid grace as he approached her. She was wearing a sheer lace gown that hugged her slender frame and the curve of her full, round breasts. The ruby necklace glimmered at her throat.

  Addressing the room at large, Dawn continued, “Remember, you can tell what a girl likes by her jewelry. Our diamond girls are ladies, but willing—very, very willing and eager to meet your every desire. Our ruby girls are all in need of a good, hard spanking and then some. They love to be put in their place by big, strong men like you.”

  All the men laughed, some nervously, some raucously. Dawn turned to the heavyset man standing beside her. He had curly gray hair, a large, bulbous nose and a ferocious smile. “Harvey, I know you’re partial to ménages, and since you have premier member status, you may select two girls today.”

  “Except for Joanie,” Lucas interjected, his hand now proprietarily around Joanie’s shoulders.

  Harvey moved toward the sofa where Whitney and Scarlett sat and plopped himself down between them. “I’ll have these two delectable morsels,” he announced, spreading out his arms over the back of the sofa.

  “Hey, no fair,” said a short, wiry guy with thinning blond hair and a weak chin, several thick gold chains around his neck. “What if I want two of these luscious babes at a time? There aren’t enough girls here.”

  “Trust me,” interjected a tall man with a hooked nose and salt and pepper hair, “this is my third visit to Pirate Island. Any one of these girls is worth a dozen mainland whores. You’ll be more than happy with just one.” He approached Cassie from behind the sofa on which she sat and reached down to cup the back of her neck.

  Cassie leaned back to gaze up at him with a smile that was at once shy and seductive. “I missed you, Frankie,” she cooed.

  “I bet you did, baby. It’s great to see you again, but I want to see more.” He reached into her low cut gown and pulled one of her small breasts out of the dress. The men all laughed appreciatively while Cassie blushed. Apparently encouraged by their reaction, Frank pulled her second breast free, to more laughter and applause.

  Unable to look away in her bound position, Mara watched helplessly as the scene unfolded before her on the other side of the glass, aware it wouldn’t be long before she, too, was offered like a piece of meat for these men to devour.

  “The girls are lovely, aren’t they?” Alex said, obviously not expecting a response. “Each one a jewel, a gem, finely polished to reveal her best facets.”

  He moved to stand in front of her. He held what looked like a small remote control in his hand. “It’s time to continue our lessons in pleasure and pain.” He touched a button on the remote, and all at once the phalluses inside her vibrated to life. “This is the pleasure.”

  Mara moaned behind her gag at the abrupt onslaught of shivery sensations moving through her loins.

  “Feel free to orgasm as often as you like”—Alex chuckled—“not that you’ll be able to help yourself with those things whirring inside you.” He was right—already she could feel the rise of a small climax, the unexpected added anal stimulation multiplying the effect of the dildo throbbing like a cock in her pussy.

  Alex reached for something from the cart. He held up a knife with a silver blade and a black plastic handle so Mara could see. She shrank with terror, her mind leaping back to DJ’s sharp blade as it ripped her clothing away from her body.

  Alex brought the blade closer. “And this is the pain,” he whispered. Before Mara could react, he touched the blunt tip of the blade to her clamped nipple. An audible shock crackled in the air as a sharp burst of pain ricocheted through her nerve endings. Squealing behind her gag, Mara tried in vain to twist away.

  Alex held up the blade. “Looks like a real knife, doesn’t it?” He ran his finger lightly along the edge of the blade. “As you saw, or rather, felt, this is actually an electro-shock device. I do like the elegant design, and it delivers a powerful charge.”

  He touched the blade to her second breast, and another shock zipped painfully through her. She struggled for breath through dilated nostrils, tears welling in her eyes. Watching her face, Alex moved the blade a hair’s breadth from her skin, drawing it slowly down her torso without actually touching until she was trembling from head to toe.

  The blade finally made contact on her inner thigh. Mara convulsed, her muscles contracting, her heart working overtime. The phalluses in her ass and pussy continued to vibrate, and, in spite of his repeatedly sho
cking the tender flesh of her inner thighs, her clit was pulsing, her body coiled for an orgasm.

  All at once, a seismic tremor moved through her body, a powerful climax taking her over, even as electric shocks danced and crackled over her flesh. It was too much, the pleasure and the pain a tumbling tumult of sensation overload. “No!” she screamed from behind the gag, the sound a muted, phlegmy plea.

  “Open your eyes.” The voice sounded as if it were far away, the words garbled. The words were repeated, louder and clearer this time.

  Mara forced her heavy lids to lift. She must have blacked out for a few seconds, because the dildos were no longer vibrating, though they were still firmly lodged inside her. Alex’s face appeared in front of her. Crouching between her spread thighs, he smiled. “I’m pleased with your reactions. You show definite potential. Shall I remove the gag?”

  Mara nodded vigorously. Alex rose and moved behind her. After a moment the gag was pulled from her aching jaws. She moved her tongue experimentally and licked her lips. She longed to wipe away the strings of drool that coated her chin and dribbled down her chest, but was grateful at least to have the horrible thing out of her mouth.

  Alex returned to stand in front of her. “Now the clamps.” Leaning down, he reached for her tortured breasts. Mara instinctively sucked in her breath and squeezed her eyes closed in anxious anticipation.

  “Open your eyes,” Alex commanded. “Keep them on me. Don’t blink. Don’t move. Accept the pain as my gift to you. Embrace it. Welcome it. Become it.”

  Mara tried to gird herself as she focused on the deep, cold pools of his soulless green eyes. She winced and drew in a ragged breath as both clamps were released at once. Though she’d promised herself to stay silent, she couldn’t stop the yelp of pain as the blood came rushing back into her aching nipples.