She bounced on her toes, trying to pull back while cream coated her pussy and his hand. Nicki was aware of the other intruder, the hard organ he had released from his jeans. In her restrained position she had not seen it, but the feel of it bouncing stiffly against her thigh let her know his impossible size. It was a demanding, persistent invader, waiting to replace the relative comfort of the finger stroking inside of her.
Nicki closed her eyes when she felt the rush, and Cain stopped stroking her breasts and gripped her chin. "Open," he whispered. He could feel her begin to quiver with the uncontrollable passion consuming her. Nicki felt his finger leave her pussy, while his thumb continued to torture her nerves. The hand squeezed her jaw tighter, and Nicki opened her eyes in horror when she felt the huge head of his penis align with her. Still clenching her mouth closed she tried to struggle, and the relentless stroking of her clit caused her channel to open and allow him to push the bulbous soft crown of his cock inside of her.
"No. Oh god, don't do this," she wailed, but her hips were rocking into his hand and pushing his penis deeper. Nicki clenched her teeth and gasped when her orgasm hit, and Cain stared into her face while he drove his cock home.
He moved his hand from her pussy and placed it on the small of her back while he thrust and groaned his quick pent up release. It took a moment to catch his breath, and he watched her passion dissolve into the most beautiful vision of humiliation he had ever witnessed. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Rule number three: Thank your Master, Nicki." He was rewarded with her sob.
Cain leaned back and stared into the pain and fear in her eyes. He stroked along her cheek, and Nicki smelled her own musky fragrance on his fingers. "Thank you, Master," he coaxed gently.
Nicki was almost in shock, but she was terrified at what he might do if she disobeyed. "Thank you, Ca…"
He tightened his hold on her face, and Nicki felt her pussy grip and push his penis free. "Thank you, Master," Cain demanded.
She whimpered and said softly, "Thank you, Master."
A furry head drove persistently under her hand, and Autumn looked into the soft brown eyes of the dog. The living room was not merely shadows. It was black with the darkness of night. She had been lost for a long time, and she was unbalanced because she forgot to search for a clock. She sat on the floor, stroking the dog's head, until he bounded up and ran into the darkness.
In the distance she heard him bark. A door opened, and the kitchen light spread through the living room. "Hello boy. Down, Dee Oh Gee," Joanne laughed. "Let mama check on our guest." Joanne saw Autumn slowly rising from the floor by the chair next to the window. She had not even taken off her hat, and she must have been sitting in darkness for hours. "Would you rather I call you Nichole or Autumn?" Joanne asked.
"Autumn, please." She offered no explanation, and was grateful that the woman did not ask.
"Have you eaten?"
Autumn nodded. She never had broken the habit of eating one meal a day. Even in the hospital, she usually managed to trade trays with a patient who had finished during their other meals.
"I bring things from home and eat at the bar," Joanne replied. She reached for the lamp, and then drew her hand back. She's terrified. Joanne caught the fear in the wide blue eyes from the light filtering in from the kitchen. "I think it might be better to talk in the morning, after we've both had some rest. There's a bedroom to the right down the hall, and the bathroom is through there," she pointed. "I'll lay some towels and a tee-shirt for you to sleep in on your bed." Joanne left the room with Dee Oh Gee deciding who he should stay with. He lay down beside Autumn.
When Joanne was through in the bathroom, she walked back to find her dog. His head was resting in Autumn's lap, and she was sifting her fingers through his fur. "He likes you," Joanne said. "Usually, he ignores visitors after a few minutes, and comes back to me." Autumn's eyes flew to the kitchen door. "No," she said quickly. "No, I don't get many people over here. You're safe, Autumn. Try to get some rest." Joanne walked to her bedroom, and Autumn saw the light click off. Dee Oh Gee rose and padded into her room, and Autumn heard the squeaking of the mattress when he jumped onto Joanne's bed.
Joanne lay awake until she heard the shower running and Autumn make her way down the dark hall. She never turned the light on in the guest bedroom, and Joanne's last thought before she fell asleep, was how lonely and afraid the girl must feel.
Autumn lay in the strange bed, trying to decide if she should quietly rise and take off. She was afraid the dog would hear her, and she had no idea how to explain to Joanne. Nicki kept whispering to stay, and Autumn was strangely comforted that she trusted the woman. Nicki kept pulling Autumn towards sleep, and demanding her chance to take over the memories.
Cain had taken her back to a small cabin, with a stone fireplace that covered one wall. There was a bed made from sturdy logs, covered with fluffy quilts. She was still dazed from the performance in the lodge, and Cain led her to the chair by the hearth. The pressure of his hand on her shoulder made her automatically kneel. He walked away for a moment, and when he came back he had a damp rag. She felt him wiping between her legs, gently washing away the drying pink tinged juices.
Cain sat in the chair and pulled her head onto his thigh. They stayed that way for a long time. He did not speak, and Nicki did not cry. She counted the stones in the fireplace. At last his hand lifted off of her head and he helped her to rise. He led her to the bed and began removing his clothes. She should have turned away. She should have run away. Instead, she watched the broad expanse of his chest revealed, and a quick flash of him smiling while they were sailing, crossed her mind.
He sat down on the bed and pulled off his boots, and Nicki watched his movements. When Cain stood again, this time to take off his jeans, she finally lowered her eyes. His pants pooled around his ankles, and her eyes lifted, needing to see the organ that had broken into her. It was limp and pink, laying against two softened sacks. Pictures she had seen were incomplete. They did not show the texture or ridges and veins, or perhaps she had not looked closely enough.
Cain sat down and took her hand, pulling her into the bed with him. Her hands were unlatched, and he wondered if she would try to claw at him or hit. The weight of her head on his chest felt good, and he guided the hand he was holding to his cock. He forced the trembling fingers to stroke him and wrap around his shaft. They cupped his balls and he was already getting stiff again. The rest of her began to quiver, as he ran her hand up and down his length.
"What is Rule number one, Nichole?"
His voice shattered through the frightening fascination of feeling his erection thickening. "Obey?" she whispered. She felt his lips when he kissed the top of her head.
"Rule number two?"
"I… I can never deny you?"
There was a quivering uncertainty in her voice, but Cain was relieved that she was lucid again. His hand pushed down on her shoulder, fingers winding through her hair, and she shook the closer she moved towards his cock. Her other hand was still wrapped around his shaft, with his hand holding it in place.
"Clean me," he ordered. "All of me, Nicki, including my balls."
Nicki was confused. He had not given her a washcloth, and she wondered if she was supposed to get one. She was afraid of disobeying. Cain had already proven what he would do to her.
It did not seem like she was refusing his order, but she also was not following it. "Use your mouth and tongue, Nicki." He heard her gasp, and his fingers gripped tighter on her scalp. "Rule number one, Nicki."
"I can't," she shuddered. It was too horrible. The purpling crown was inches from her face, and she fought with his hand wrapped around hers to pull it away. "No," she screamed, and she pushed up, twisting her secured head and mashing her captured hand into his balls.
Shit, that hurts. This had not gone quite the way he had planned. Of course, the other submissives he had worked with, were used to giving head. He released his hold on her hair and lifted her hand off his co
ck, but held onto it. She tried to push away from the bed and had one long leg on the floor.
"No," she screamed. "Let go of me." Nicki scanned the room for a weapon, anything to get away from him. He was far stronger, and her fingers pried at the hand on her wrist while she sobbed. "I need to go home. I need to leave."
Cain dragged her wrist up to the bedpost and hooked the short chain through the loop, battling first her other hand's clawing, and then her fist pummeling his arm. With one cuff restrained, it was easy to lock the other. Her legs thrashed in outrage and she continued to wail and scream. Cain stood and snagged an ankle, gripping it tightly and yanking her leg down to the foot rail. He latched the cuff to the post, and ran his fingers through his hair while he caught his breath. The last leg was secured and her anger was sliding back to fear again.
Cain did not want to use the ring gag, but he did not want to get bit even more. Reluctantly reaching into a chest at the foot of the bed, he ran his finger around the stiff rubber band. When Nicki looked at the strange device, she had no idea what it was. She was certain it was something she did not want, though. "Get away from me," she cried. When his hand reached to grab her jaw, she turned her head.
Cain gripped hard, digging his fingers into her cheeks and twisting her to face him again. He pried the ring into her mouth, and she pushed her tongue along the rubber, trying to dislodge it. She was still shrieking garbled nonsense, and Cain pinched her nipple. "Stop," he ordered. "Stop moving and stop screaming, Nicki."
"Oooh," she moaned. Nicki looked down at her nipple. It was turning as purple as the end of his penis, and it hurt so badly. She tried to stop moving, and she did stop screaming, but she could not stop crying. "Oooh."
Nicki remained relatively still while he buckled the strange gag. Her tongue continued to search the edges, pushing futilely. Cain straddled her chest and her wide blue eyes stared at the stiff organ, inches from her wide opened mouth. "Oh." She shook her head. "Unn, unn."
Cain held the sides of her head, and fed his cock into her mouth. She garbled wails and screams that felt wonderful. "Lick me, Nicki. Clean me." He felt another sob against his shaft.
Nicki panicked when he entered her mouth. She barely tasted him and she closed her eyes and cried. He pushed further and her stomach gripped. What do I do? Oh, god, I'm choking. She was aware of him speaking, but she could not concentrate on his words. He pulled himself out a little and she coughed and cried some more.
"Lick me. Clean me, Nicki," he repeated.
The tip of her pink tongue darted onto his skin and retreated again. Cain pushed down her throat. Stop. Oh, god. Please stop. Her tongue frantically stroked the soft skin, and he pulled out again, leaving only the head of his shaft in her mouth. Whenever her tongue stopped, he pushed forward again. The lesson was learned. He held his cock in front of the ring, making her reach with her tongue. Cain did the same thing with his testicles until he was satisfied that she understood.
Nicki shuddered with relief when he finally dismounted. He walked back to the chest and she cried and tried to see what new thing he was getting. This, she recognized. She had one almost like it in her nightstand. He knelt between her spread thighs with his hard penis jutting out from his groin. She felt her labia spread open again while his gaze alternated from her frightened eyes and her pink slit. She shook her head in quivering movements. "Rule number two, Nicki."
She sobbed. How can he do this to me? Why is he doing this? The terrifying thought that kept coming back to her, was that she would have willingly slept with him over the summer. Cain was handsome, and he had a power behind his easy going nature that enthralled her. It bewildered her that she had never sensed the cruelty in him. Her hips jumped off the bed when the bullet vibrated against her, and she could feel her pussy clench tightly. She was already getting moist, and the vibrator slipped to her hole to gather her wetness before returning to the bundle of nerves.
"Ooooh. Eeese." Nicki felt herself responding, and she cried in debased agony. "Eeese."
"I'm not hurting you, Nicki. Calm down."
"Eeese. Oh, eeese." She was pushing into the sensation, her hips tight and electrified in arousal. It was different this time. It was different, because now she knew how it had felt to have her channel gripping onto a hot slick shaft sliding into her emptiness. That thought, was the worst. She was going to orgasm. Her mind was already washing towards ecstasy… and she wanted him inside of her.
Nicki closed her eyes and Cain let it go, for now. He could teach her that later when she learned to calm down. He centered on her hole and waited. Nicki's hips moved towards him, sucking him in. His thrusting was a slow, steady movement. She was insistent, persistently pulling him in and caressing his cock with her flexing muscles.
"Oh… oh." She moaned and swayed her head in passion, and color filled her face and spread across her chest. Her pussy slammed up into his body and pulsed vigorously, squeezing and demanding until he could not hold back, and he spewed deep inside of her. Even with the vibrator removed, she continued aftershock spasms that milked him.
He collapsed beside her and ran his hand between her sweat slickened breasts and down to her wet curls. "You can deny all you want, Nicki. But, that was damn good."
Nicki was silent again, frantically trying to figure out what had happened. She did not fight him. She had thrown herself at him like a common school slut. Cain was right, though. It was damn good. He made her clean his cock again, and she accomplished it in a half-dazed state. The taste of the juices on his cock were intriguing, and she wondered why she was not more repulsed by them.
When she seemed more agreeable to the task this time, Cain said, "I'm taking off the gag and I want you to finish."
Nicki's jaws were aching from being stretched, and she knew that she would have to obey him, regardless. She nodded. He not only removed the gag, but he unhooked her from her spread position on the bed. She knelt between his thighs and looked into his eyes with fearful uncertainty, before lowering her head.
After he was clean, he pulled her up and laid her head on his chest. With his arm wrapped around her, she felt curiously safe and warm. He fell asleep first, and Nicki considered trying to escape. She was exhausted from fear and the events of the day, and decided to lie in his warm embrace a few minutes longer.
When Autumn opened her eyes again, it was morning. She panicked for a moment until she remembered how she ended up in the small bedroom.
CHAPTER V. LEAVING TYLER
Cain sat in the room with his lawyers. The legal teams for the accused were all working together to keep their plan of defense in sync. They had successfully won a motion to have the men tried together, so it was important that there were no inconsistencies. The legal team was shrewd and focused. It was not up to them to judge their clients, and they were certainly being paid well enough to overlook any personal qualms. Not that they really had any. The wealthy men had managed to acquire a life of perfect seduction that most of them could only dream about.
Luckily, their clients held onto the same basic story. They had met over the years at different functions, and devised the plan after spending time in an exclusive upscale club in the city. They were bored with success, but they all craved the power that accompanied it. Solomon and Mathias had owned a chain of high-end jewelry stores that they sold just before the financial world headed for the tail-spin. Dwain had family money, safely tucked into conservative investments with guaranteed funds from the trust added twice a year. Cain had sold the rights to cutting edge technology that would be used as a basis for other programming for years. Every time a license was sold, his percentage was deposited with his investment firm.
With no need to conduct business, and the market deemed everything too unstable to begin a new venture, the men had a lot of time on their hands and the money for whatever distraction they desired. For a few years they traveled, outdoing each other with risky adventures. Even that became boring, with no subordinates to order around and appreciate their power.
That was when they joined the club, and watching the submissive women follow their commands was an intoxicating rush. Unfortunately, not much could be accomplished during the club's hours of operation, and they tried live-in arrangements. The submissives dictated safe words or once in a while refused to bend to their commands. When it seemed the women were spending more time shopping and spending their Masters' money, the men began forming the plan for a more permanent, less restrictive arrangement.
They had not counted on meeting the girls that summer. Originally, the plan had been for a one week brainstorming session at the lake to come up with ideas. After they met the pretty women, Cain used his computer skills to check their background. He relayed the information he was finding to his friends, and the men decided that their strict innocent upbringing, was exactly what they desired.
Slowly seducing the girls through August, the men purchased the land around Sol's mountain hideaway. They had contractors build the primitive buildings, and shuttled their more unique equipment to the site during the first week they returned from the lake. Another week of ensuring their financial teams understood what was necessary, and then Solomon called Lucy.
Cain held little back, and the other clients filled in the empty spaces. There was absolutely no denying that the men had kidnapped and seduced four innocent virgins. They had been subjected to years of perverse physical and psychological treatment, and the descriptive stories usually left the attorneys with uncomfortable bulges stretching their expensive linen slacks.
On the plus side, the families were not getting involved, though the attorneys already planned for civil lawsuits to try to grab money. If they won the criminal case, they could squash any hope of the families succeeding. There was proof that none of the parents had contacted their daughters after leaving in disgust when they saw them the one time. The lawyers each had a copy of the shrewish anger and revulsion on the mothers' faces, shown clearly on the security tape from the hospital.
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