Her Savior: A Dark Romance (Beauty and the Captor Book 2)

by Nicole Casey

  Yet to my surprise, I only seemed to have gotten farther away. I knew I was going in a straight line but I only ended up in a darker and scarier neighborhood. I started passing by old, rickety houses and it was only after another three blocks that I figured I stumbled into a dangerous place. I could see gang signs vandalized on the walls, a lot of houses had broken windows and the whole place looked like a drug den of sorts. I could only imagine what kind of people lived in these poorer suburban neighborhoods.

  “Hey missy, you lost ‘ere or somethin’?” I suddenly heard a male voice call out from behind.

  I turned around, shocked, and saw a man approaching. He was tall – not as tall as Marcus – but had a dark blue hoodie on and I couldn’t really see his face.

  “O-oh, I’m just trying to get my way to the bus station,” I tried to reason and hopefully hide my fear. I backed up a bit but I hardly took a few steps away when I slammed into someone from behind. I quickly turned around and saw another man. This one had pale skin, a big and muscular body and had a thick orange beard around his chin.

  “My, my, I think someone’s a little lost, eh?” the second man asked with a big, crooked smile. He then suddenly reached forward and grabbed my wrist.

  “Ah!” I yelped in pain. “L-let go of me!”

  I tried to wriggle my way free but even as I did the first man came up to me from behind and suddenly grabbed me around the waist. He then reached up and squeezed my tits.

  “Hey, this one’s a ready-to-fuck slut,” he told his companion. “She ain’t wearing a bra or nothing, man!”

  “I like that in a girl,” the man with the beard then said. He suddenly reached down and whipped out his cock. I looked down at it in horror. “I think we should give her what she wants and fuck her until she can’t remember her name.”

  “Hey!” a third voice then called out.

  Both of my assailants looked to the side but it was too late. In a flash of thunder and lightning a fist crossed the gap and in an instant the man with the orange beard was sent flying off to the ground. The man holding me quickly let me go and tried to retaliate against the newcomer but the latter came prepared, wielding a small metal baton that he used to whip the other’s face multiple times. When I looked again my assailant was on the street, bleeding from a broken nose and jaw.

  It was only after the fear and shock had subsided that I got to look up and see my savior. To my utter surprise it was none other than Marcus Phoenix. I looked a little beyond his shoulder and I saw his car parked right in the middle of the street.

  “D-daddy?” I mumbled when I saw him looking down at me. He didn’t say a word and simply stared at me with a cold pair of eyes.

  I had betrayed him. I ran away. I made a deal and I broke that oath. Yet when I ran into trouble he was the one who came to my side. To be dead honest, I felt ashamed.

  Without a word, I crawled and clawed my way to him and kissed his shoes. I held onto his foot so tightly like my life depended on it. I begged and whimpered, kissing his shoes as the rain poured down on us both.

  Marcus then kicked his foot up, pulling it away from me, and said, “You’re mine. No one else can touch you – no one. Now get the fuck up and get in the car.”

  He didn’t say another word and simply walked back to his vehicle. Drenched and dirty I quickly got back up on my feet and followed him.

  As soon as I was in the car, he drove off and we didn’t share a single conversation until he brought me back to his home by the lake.

  16

  Marcus

  No time was wasted. As soon as I got her into my basement dungeon I pushed her against a wall where there were a few shackles to keep her up. I quickly bound her wrists and hoisted them up and then took a metal rod with cuffs and shoved it between her ankles. This would keep her legs spread open no matter what I did to her.

  I didn’t bother drying her off from the rain. I didn’t bother to give her a change of clothes. I was furious at her for abandoning me at her home and for making me frantically drive around to find her. My blood was boiling because she made me step out of the car in the middle of the rain and have to fight some hooligans because she was too dumb and managed to get into trouble.

  There was also the fact that she had played with her pussy and had an orgasm without asking for permission. I could only shake my head in disappointment at how defiant she was and how much trouble she could get into in less than twenty-four hours. It was amazing how much chaos she could stumble into.

  I took off my wet shirt and tossed it to the corner. I then slid off my pants and tossed them off too. As soon as my cock dangled out in the open I saw Natasha look down and away. That was not allowed, not at all.

  Quickly I opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors and a long flogging tool. It was a leather whip with half a dozen ends. Without any warning I quickly cut off her jersey, shredding it before her eyes and letting the fabric fall to the ground. When she was finally fully naked I took a few steps back and immediately flogged her tits.

  Snap!

  “Ah! O-oh fuck!” she cried out in pain. Tears quickly welled in her eyes.

  I wasn’t one to listen to her petty shouts and screams, not right now. I was going to punish her. To silence her I produced a red gag ball and forcefully shoved it into her mouth. I then took a moment to lock it in place. When she tried to speak or scream it just came out as a mere muffled moan and that was what I wanted to hear.

  She looked back with me with sorrow in her eyes. I could see her regret and the apology she wanted to say. I could tell that she was desperate to tell me something – maybe she wanted to say sorry or that she was wrong about this deal.

  I didn’t care. I just gripped the whip and flogged her again and again.

  Snap! Snap! Snap!

  The sound of the leather tips cracking against her soft and tender flesh was like music to my ears. Her muffled cries of agony became the accompaniments to my symphony. Tears freely flowed down her cheeks and I could see her looking back at me with hope I would stop.

  I didn’t stop, of course, and continued to flog her until she was losing all her strength just to stay up on her feet. When I was finally done, her beautiful breasts were red and swollen in pain and I could see Natasha was drooling helplessly in her shackles.

  When I finally took her down she collapsed weakly into my arms. I carried her off to a different corner of my dungeon, one where I could lay her down on her belly. There was a stockade as well and I quickly locked her neck in place. Afterwards, I bound her hands behind her back with rope I kept in a big bin.

  My cock was hard and ready at this point. I had softened her body well enough and I knew she had no strength left to fight back. I then yanked on her hair hard, pulling with enough force to make her head lean back and her mouth to drop wide open.

  As I did, I guided my cock through the folds of her juicy, wet pussy. It was in fact a little bit of a surprise to discover she was so wet between the legs.

  She moaned and she cried as I slowly thrust my cock into her flesh. I didn’t give her the freedom to savor the moment, however, and yanked even harder on her hair. She yelped and barked like a dog, a bitch getting dominated on the street, and I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could.

  I didn’t take a moment to let her rest. I didn’t let her enjoy how my massive meat shaft was plowing into her. I tore through her walls with furious anger.

  When I was done, I shoved my cock in even deeper, not wanting to waste a single drop, and it was only after I was truly empty did I pull out.

  By then I was fully exhausted. I knew she was too but I was nowhere near done with her. If she thought this was a game and that a BDSM life-style was just about cute cuffs and blindfolds, it was time I proved her wrong.

  This was about toying with the edge and learning to trust one’s partner. She didn’t trust me this night and I was going to punish her for that.

  Although I didn’t have the stamina to continue fucking her I did have th
at new vibrator. I filled it up with some hot water and eased it into her pussy. She cooed and shut her eyes when she felt the warm touch of the device as it slid through her folds.

  Using the remote control that came with it I switched it on. Instantly, her eyes shot open and she began to drool and moan out loud as the pressure and overwhelming sensation of ecstasy flooded her mind. I didn’t turn it off, however, and instead removed her gag so I could shove my cock into her mouth and drown her with my cock and cum.

  There was no easy way out for her. Even when she started to lavish the taste of my meat and vigorously lick my shaft, I wanted to make her cry for me. To do so, I wrapped my hand around her pretty little neck and squeezed. I choked her ever so lightly and each time I applied pressure her tiny throat would contract, squeezing my cock even more. The pleasure was so great that once again I exploded and now I blew my load deep in her mouth.

  It was then that I saw the vibrator had done its job. She was soaking wet from her own orgasm.

  When I looked into her eyes, I saw her desperation to please me. With big puppy eyes she pleaded for me to punish her further and I knew at that moment I had truly won her.

  I looked up at Natasha and marveled how neatly these events had unfolded.

  Not only did I save her financially but now she’d gratify for saving her from getting mugged, raped and killed. Her tender, submissive mind would do the rest for me.

  My triumph was so succulent I couldn’t help but celebrate by fucking her over and over again that night, never stopping for rest. I pounded my cock into her until she finally lost control and lost consciousness.

  When we were done and she was asleep on the floor, I took a collar and leash and made sure she was bound to the wall. I then cleaned myself up and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

  17

  Natasha

  My days faded and I soon lost track of time. Everything around me became a blur as I spent my days in Marcus’ basement. I couldn’t tell if I had been in for a few hours or a few days.

  None of that mattered anymore. All that I cared about was when he would visit me and grant me a moment of pleasure and reprieve.

  There were times where he’d bind me so tightly to a horizontal post, gagging my mouth as he did. He’d then flog me, drip candle wax on me and then leave me. There were times where he’d turn on a machine with a big dildo attached and it would fuck my pussy for hours until he returned. When he would be back, I’d be dripping in my own juices and he’d punish me further for that.

  Sometimes he would give me some more freedom, keeping me on a collar and leash and I could roam the basement a bit – well, as far as the leash would let me go, that is. During those times I would explore and go through the different toys he kept in the drawers. Many of them I didn’t know how to use but I also found pleasure with the vibrators. They kept me busy whenever the master was out for work.

  However, my greatest joys came from the moments he would arrive and actually fuck me. I cherished those moments the most and I came to learn a great deal from him. I had seen porn videos online before but it was only from my master did I get to experience some strange and yet oddly orgasm-inducing positions. Only by his hand did I truly feel the elation of being a trained slut-slave.

  It was a few hours – perhaps, I couldn’t really tell – after his last visit when I came across toys I hadn’t seen before. They looked like clamps but were smaller and made of pure metal. Without the cuffs binding my hands I managed to pick them up and inspect them closer.

  “Ah, you’ve found those,” the master suddenly spoke. I turned around and found him standing at the basement door. Gleefully I crawled towards him.

  He squatted down and cupped my face and said, “Come, it’s been a day since I last gave you a bath.”

  I smiled and handed him the leash. He took a hold and led me across the basement and to the private bathroom in the corner. There he turned on the hot water and bathed me, hosing me down ever so gently so I could bask in the joy of being cleaned.

  When we were done, he took a white towel, dried me and walked me back to my “kennel.” There he took a hold of the clamps I found and said, “Let’s give these a try then.”

  My eyes shot wide open when I heard him say the words. I bit down on my lip, worried that they might hurt when applied, but I had learned to trust Marcus. Even when he punished me he would always reward my obedience with a rough fucking and I would be allowed to cum afterwards. He was only ever so harsh when I did not live up to his expectations or when I did not immediately obey his commands.

  There was no time to debate, however, and I let Marcus take me by the hand. He twisted my arms around my back and with a band of rope he bound them tightly. He even made sure to twist the rope around my torso and squeeze my tits too. It kind of turned me on to see my body decorated so. He then pushed me to face the wall.

  Marcus pressed my face against the wall but pulled my body back a bit, ensuring my pussy and legs were at least two feet from the flat surface. I had to bend forward and arc a little bit to keep up this position. He then took the rope from my back and looped it around a hook on the ceiling, locking me in place.

  “Breathe in,” he then commanded. “This is going to hurt.”

  I shut my eyes tight, inhaled and bit down on my lip as I waited for the pain. I felt the warmth of his touch when he suddenly grabbed onto my nipples. They were already stiff and I shuddered in ecstasy when he toyed with them a little, circling them with his fingertips.

  Snap!

  “Aah!” I cried out in pain when he locked one of the clamps on my left nipple. He didn’t wait another moment and applied the other clamp on my right nipple just as I was reeling in pain from the first one.

  I felt him press his body against mine and I felt the thickness of his cock as it got hard. It was like a lethal snake pressing against my ass and I wiggled my hips to entice it. I wanted it to bite.

  “F-fuck,” I cried out when the intense pain from the clamps became too much to bear. I couldn’t think or even feel anything else but the stinging heat on my nipples. Even after a few minutes passed I didn’t get used to the pain.

  “Fuck indeed,” Marcus whispered into my ear as he took off his pants and slid them off on the ground. I then felt his dangling meat between my legs and I instantly felt the sensation of lust burning in my chest.

  My master, fortunately, felt the same way and he quickly began to fuck me as we stood leaning against the wall. He took me from behind, gripping my clamped tits and wrapping a heavy set of fingers around my neck as he did. There was only a very brief moment of gentleness, only when he was still easing his way into me, but that evaporated quickly as soon as he got his cock inside. From that point on he slammed his way into my pussy, jerking and thrusting violently.

  When he was done and we were both spent, he finally removed all the rope and clamps and allowed me to slump on the floor. I was exhausted and I couldn’t help but lean my head on the wall and try to catch my breath.

  That was when he told me the good news.

  “You have fulfilled your end of the deal,” he then said. “It’s only been seven days but I see you’re a loyal and obedient little slave. I’ll let you go home and when you do, you’ll see the papers and check for your business loan waiting for you on your bedroom desk.”

  I couldn’t believe it. He really did get me the money for the business? How was that even possible? When did he get it done?

  He didn’t wait for me to say a word to show my gratitude. Instead, he only pushed me to the floor, turned off the lights and left me again in the darkness of his dungeon. I quickly fell asleep, thinking of what I would do now that he was letting me go back to the “normal” world.

  18

  Marcus

  A few hours after our final play I had her prepare so we could leave. I dressed up into a pair of black slacks, a black shirt and my usual black leather shoes. I kept on my pure silver and gold watch and a silver necklace I purchased when
I traveled to Japan the previous year.

  When I got to see Natasha, naked and fully bathed, I felt my cock once again get hard in excitement. However, I knew better than to fuck her one more time. Instead, I simply smiled at her and led her to my bedroom.

  It was the first time she truly got to see my room. It must have appeared dark and cold to her – it was all sleek and black with a minimalist design. Even the bed I slept on wasn’t so comfortable but I intended it to be that way so I could wake up easily.

  She rested on the edge of the bed as I opened one of my drawers. She flinched a little, perhaps fearing I was going to use yet another toy on her, and it came as a surprise when I revealed not a toy but a gorgeous black dress for her to wear.

  It was a very tight, form-fitting one-piece mini-dress with an off-shoulder and backless design. To go with it I gave her a pair of black high heel sandals with long strap-on laces. I just hoped they were the right size. I had been estimating her foot size ever since I had her in my basement.

  “D-daddy?” she asked me with wonder and amazement when she took hold of the clothes and sandals.

  “Put them on,” I instructed her.

  Like an obedient, well-trained slave, she got up and dressed right in front of me. She looked so gorgeous wearing the dress. When she was done, I had her brush her hair and put on the sandals.

  For one final touch I opened my bedside drawer and took out an elegant, golden necklace. She smiled sheepishly at me and turned around, allowing me to lock the necklace for her.

  “Thank you, daddy,” she said as I pushed her a bit forward so she could marvel at herself in front of a mirror. She stood there for a while, admiring how beautiful she looked. It must have been quite some time since she last saw her reflection and even I had to admit that with her current outfit, she looked more gorgeous than ever.