Captured!

by Terri Pray

  Slowly she nibbled on the food, moving to the bowl of water as she tried to figure out how to drink from it without making a mess. Celeste looked over the water, the small bowl, then moved her lips into the water, trying to drink from it by suckling it into her mouth. It worked, for a moment, but the noise would attract attention, something she didn't want.

  How did cats do it?

  She tried picturing one of the barnyard animals in her mind, how they lowered their head to the bowl, or puddle and lapped the fluid upward into their mouths. Could she manage to do the same thing?

  Gods, this was wrong.

  Thirst and the desire to avoid being punished again pushed her into action.

  Carefully she began to lap the water upward, curling her tongue, lifting the cool fluid into her mouth. It worked, she was doing it. Pride urged her onward, with an eagerness she never expected, the young woman lapped the water upward into her mouth, swallowing it before beginning over again until the bowl was all but empty.

  “Good, slut, you're learning.”

  She glanced up, soft tendrils of hair slipping over her eyes, forcing her to look at him through a silver white veil of her own making. He was looking down at her, fully. Eyes of ice, gleaming like a winter's morning, met her own wary gaze.

  “Oh, I miss very little my pet. Very little indeed. Especially when it comes to those I own.” He reached down, running his fingers through her hair, his grasp tightening, forcing her back onto her knees and away from the bowl. A single drop of water tracing a path down her chin and over her throat. “And I am impressed. Most would have made a mess with their first attempts to drink from the bowl, but you adapted quickly, cat like in your delicate approach to the need to drink.”

  Heat flushed over her cheeks, the blush claiming her throat and breasts under his intense gaze, a soft whimper slipping free from her lips. He had seen her, watched how she had turned herself nearly into a cat in order to drink. It hadn't been to please him, yet she had managed to anyway.

  “Have the table cleared, at the far end. I believe dessert will be this morsel here.”

  “And are you in the mood to share the delights the girl might offer?” Brian inquired. “After you, of course?”

  Gods no.

  “I think that might be arranged.” Davien pushed his chair back, the wood scraping against the floor, his grip on her hair tightening. “Come along my pet, down to the other end of the table we go.”

  Celeste, whimpering, pulling back as much as the grip would permit. No, not here, no now. He couldn't do this to her. Gods, he could and would, and if she fought him... If she fought, then the welts she already carried on her ass...

  Her shoulders slumped, defeat claiming her, the fight draining from her body as she crawled toward the end of the table. No tears, she'd promised herself no tears.

  “Good, for a moment I thought you had already forgotten the lesson in the bedroom. I am sure I could arrange for a better one, a switch, or something a little more permanent, the kitchen knives would leave an interesting pattern on your body little slut.” He growled, leading her down the length of the table.

  The need to speak burned at the back of her throat, a need she didn't dare give life to. If she spoke without permission, fought against his control especially now, there would only be pain and misery to follow.

  “Up you get slut.” He pulled her up by her hair, forcing her onto the table, rolling her onto her back. Her legs dangled over the edge of the table until he forced her heels to press on the table. She wanted to push her thighs together, close them, deny him access but the touch to her inner thighs told her that would be a dangerous mistake.

  “Blonde, not something you see very often in this godforsaken country.” Brian followed them to the end of the table. “Especially this type. Silver white, never seen anything quite like it before.”

  “Rare, and something I plan on keeping for myself.” His fingers brushed through the long lengths of silken hair. “Though I will share her delights and service.”

  “Glad to hear that, untouched isn't she?”

  “Yes, I checked that out for myself earlier.” Davien nodded, the two men talking as if she wasn't there. “She's pretty, young, but not too young. Ideal for a bride, but I prefer to keep her as a pet, a slut, a squirming little toy.”

  His fingers pried between her thighs, parting them wider, until her hips ached, tugging her by her ass until it sat on the edge of the table. Without another word he pressed his fingers against her exposed sex, padding against the tight full nub at the top of her heated lips.

  She shouldn't have felt anything but disgust at what was happening, yet a warmth flooded through her body, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides. Shut it out, she had to shut it all out, keep her eyes closed, her breathing calm. Just imagine herself lying in a warm bath, a tub, one she had filled herself.

  “Open your eyes. I'm not about to let you shut me out, or what I plan to do.” His fingers closed on the slick nub, pinching hard.

  A low hiss, pain, was quickly followed by a jolt that ran through her body. She wanted to cry out fully but wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

  “Stubborn,” Brian commented, sitting on the side of the table. Close enough to touch her, but for now he kept his hands to himself.

  “Yes, but that will only increase the pleasure of training her.”

  “I can see that.” Brian leaned in a little, brushing a stray strand of hair from Celeste's eyes.

  “Focus on me, slut.” Davien slapped against her lower lips, forcing her to cry out. Her thighs tightened as she tried to keep from crying. Wary of being hit again she turned her face, meeting his gaze only to flinch with the look in his eyes. Cold, hard, unyielding. He wouldn't care if she cried out or not, just as long as she obeyed him. She'd find a way to defy him, a small way. Something she could fight back against with. Soon. She'd find a way to fight him soon enough.

  One finger slid between her cunt lips, parting them, stroking between the soft and heated flesh. No she didn't want this, his touch, the demanding feel of his body. She had dreamed of a lover, one who cherished her for who she was, not a man who stole her from the side of the road just to reduce her to a creature for his pleasure.

  “Soon my slut, I'll take you soon enough.” His finger pressed deep within her core, touching the barrier in her body, stroking lightly as he pulled the single finger out only to slide it back within her tight depths.

  She tried not to move, to make a sound, but the soft whimper betrayed her. No one had ever touched her so intimately and her body liked it. Heat built between her thighs, a need she wanted to deny if it meant screaming to the ends of Ireland herself, but it would have done no good.

  Soft, warm breath caressed her throbbing clit, his finger stroking lightly between her lips, teasing her body into a low, heated desire. She didn't dare move, yet her hips did anyway. Thighs tight, her ass tight as she pressed her heels against the edge of the table, lifting upward to him. She shouldn't have felt like this, not with him, not with a man who sought nothing that wouldn't give him some sort of pleasure in the long run. A puppet on a string. A toy.

  “You're heating up, slut, I can smell you.”

  Her teeth caught into her bottom lip.

  “Nothing more than a wanton little bitch, are you?” His breath brushed over her lower lips, teasing at her cunt.

  Please no. Her mind screamed for him to leave her alone, let her go, to give her the chance to find a place to curl up and hide from him. It wasn't going to happen.

  “She's squirming.”

  “She'll do a lot more than that in the coming moments, won't you slut?” Davien looked over her, pushing a second finger into her slick cunt, stroking against her throbbing walls. “Almost ready. When I take you, it will be the first of many times to come. Something you will come to crave.”

  Despite everything she whimpered in protest, shaking her head, trying to deny his words. Her body had other ideas, she groaned as his finger
s pushed against a new spot within her body, tapping, forcing a cry of sheer pleasure from her lips. She couldn't ignore the drive, the rock of her own hips.

  “She's ready.” Such a simple statement, but it offered a hundred lifetimes of terror. “Hold her wrists, Brian.”

  She blinked, trying to keep her hands to either side of her body but Brian didn't give her any choice. His hands closed on her wrists, pulling them above her head, forcing an arch into her back.

  The belt moved from his pants, cloth falling about his ankles, his body closing on hers. No, not like this. He nudged between her thighs, the head of his cock sliding over her lips, his hand moving back from her cunt. He wanted her, his cock throbbing as it pressed between the lips of her sex, easing into her body, forcing the walls to stretch.

  Celeste groaned, her hands clenching, the grip about her wrists forcing her to stay on the table, unable to move back from Davien or his seeking cock. He gave her no more than a moment to become used to his erection pressing between her rippling walls before he pulled back, reaching up to grab her tight by the hair, forcing her to meet his gaze.

  “My slut.” He growled, thrusting forward, forcing his cock through the single barrier in her body.

  She screamed, the pain harsh, blinding, a needle that had been stabbed into her core. He didn't move, forcing her body to adapt to his presence. The grip in her hair was unyielding. A moment, nothing more than that until he moved again, thrusting deep into her core, taking her, not caring if she enjoyed it or not. His hands moved from her hair to her hips, fingers pressing into her body, half lifting her upward until he could drive into her core.

  She knew pain.

  “Squirm for me.” He groaned, lowering his teeth to her throat, biting into the tender flesh. “Moan for me, scream, give it to me.”

  What other choice did she have? His teeth sank into her body, his cock pressed against her core, taking her, forcing her to move beneath him. His hands gripping her hips, Brian's holding her wrists. She screamed, hips rolling beneath him, her cunt heated, slick, she couldn't ignore it. She didn't want him, yet her body reacted, answering to his push, his drive, the thrust into her aching depths.

  “Give it to me.” He pulled back from her throat, lifting her hips a little further, thrusting deeper into her body. “Give it up, slut. My whore, my little bitch.” He growled, not caring if she enjoyed it or not.

  She groaned, rocking back against him. Her body betrayed her, pussy slick, her walls trembling with each thrust into her core. She hated him, yet she reacted. She wanted him dead, yet her cunt rippled about his cock, squeezing at him, needing, welcoming him deeper into her being.

  “Mine.” He growled, fingers tight on her body, bruises blossoming under his touch. His growl of need, pleasure and control merged into one sound as he roared, releasing into her body.

  She sobbed, feeling his grip on her, her hips arching upward toward him. She couldn't escape from his hold, her cunt clenched, slick with her own need, the drive that he had forced into life about his throbbing erection. Fire, heat, call it what you wanted, she couldn't break free of the hold on her body. The drive burned into her every core.

  “Wicked little wench, isn't she?” Brian's voice broke through the haze of need.

  “Yes, and wants a little more I think. Are your ready?”

  No!

  “Yes, and I think you've warmed her up nicely for me.” The grip released from her wrists even as Davien pulled free of her clenching form.

  Tears, the very thing she had promised herself she wouldn't give him, sprang into life, rolling down her cheeks before Brian had taken Davien's place between her thighs.

  “Squirm well for him little slut. You wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you?” The firm, possessive touch combed through her hair, tangling a tight grip into the long, silken lengths.

  No, she didn't want to do that...

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Her body ached, all through the night she'd been unable to shut out the pain, the growing soreness between her thighs. He'd carried her, she had remembered that much after Brian had used her until she had screamed then passed out on the table. There had been pain, yet when she'd woken it had been in Davien's arms.

  She'd not moved, not tried to speak, even when he had placed her on a mat at the foot of his bed, chaining her by the ankle to the post. With an almost tender touch he'd wiped her down, cleaned between her thighs before throwing a blanket over her form and left her to sleep. Captive, a slave, his property, yet he'd taken care of her in his own simple way.

  Now she listened, still covered by the blanket, the chain locked about her ankle. He slept on the bed, leaving her to rest on the rug. Her body sore, the ache ever present, but at least she had been spared some of the indignities she had glimpsed earlier that evening.

  Her thighs pressed tightly together, her sex throbbing with the memory of his use of her body. The welts, she could still feel them lining her ass, but more than that, her cunt clenched, rippling as if his cock still thrust between her silken lips.

  He'd taken her maidenhead, then passed her along to another man without hesitation or thought for her needs. What sort of man was this Davien? Her lips pressed together, the bitter taste of the herb brew she had been given still lingered on them. He'd ignored her whimpers of protest at the taste and forced it down her throat. For what reason she could not know, nor did she have the ability to inquire.

  Her nipples crinkled with the memory of his touch, heat blossoming between her thighs. She wanted something, a need she had no name for, one that grew with any thoughts about the sleeping man.

  Dawn brought fingers of soft golden light through the heavy drapes. A sight she had normally welcomed, but not today. This time it brought only a sense of dread. He'd wake soon, then they'd begin the trip, the long journey to his home, locked in a chest, if he had anything to do with it from what little he had spoken on the matter.

  Would she be permitted at least something to wear?

  No, that seemed unlikely. The chest and perhaps a blanket, if she were lucky.

  A low murmur of sound, his breathing steady but it had changed in the past few moments. Had he woken already?

  She forced her body to remain still, eyes closed. If he thought she was still asleep then maybe he would leave her be for a little longer.

  “Open your eyes, little slut.” He spoke softly, but there was no kindness to his words. “We have plenty to be about this day.” For a moment she hesitated, keeping her eyes closed the mask of sleep in place. “I said open your eyes, wench. You're not able to fool me with such a play act. You're awake and ready for the day. I've known for some time, by the measure of your breathing.”

  Her lips dried as she obeyed him, opening her eyes.

  He stood at the end of the bed, looking down on her form, naked. For the first time she was confronted by the full impact of his nude figure. Beautiful, she'd never thought that word could be applied to a man but it suited him well. His body was taut, well formed, not overly bulky but a sense of power emanated from his being. A few slender scars marked his chest, a long one had left a silver white path down his left thigh, old enough that whatever had caused it no longer hindered his ability to walk or use a woman.

  “We will travel soon, once we have both eaten and washed up. The chest will be brought to the room, a blanket, some restraints and we'll be ready to travel.” No mention of the poppy juice as yet, but he had made it clear the night before, it would be used only for the sea going part of the trip.

  Food, water, she needed both. Yet there was another pressing need that grew within her belly, or rather lower.

  “Hm, it would seem to me that you need a little freedom to take care of your toilet.” He glowered down at her, for a moment she feared the worse that she would not be permitted to even use the pot in the manner of a human being. “As much as I would have you trained as a beast there are some things that will have to wait until we are safe in my home. It would not do to have y
ou walked outside to relieve yourself in front of servants who would speak of such things.”

  Did that mean in his own home he either had no servants or they would not dream of gossiping about that sort of behavior? The thought left her chilled.

  “Crawl behind the screen, the small pot is there. Then wash up. You may stand for your toilet this time.” He grunted, unlocking the chain from her ankle. “Though do not expect such kindness on a regular basis. We have many months to spend alone, soon enough. You will be nothing more than my pet, my slut, my toy to do with as I will.”

  Her lips pressed tight together, fear clenched in her belly as she moved onto her hands and knees, lowering her head.

  “Head up slut,” he growled. “You have been made aware of how I want you to move. Head up and do not make me remind you again.”

  Reluctantly she raised her head, blinking through the covering of silver white hair. He was watching her, making note of every move she made. If she faltered or displeased him with her crawl, then there would be punishment to follow. Not something she could risk.

  The thick rug protected her knees, her fingernails snagging on the wool. One or two had broken with the events of the previous day, but unlike some women she kept hers short to begin with, a mark of the work she had done on a daily basis.

  “Hurry, I am in no mood to linger this morning.”

  With her head raised, her fear only just under control, Celeste crawled behind the scant privacy offered by the silk screen, before she let a single tear fall from her stinging eyes.

  * * * *

  “Are you sure you will not stay another day, I would enjoy the company.” Brian sat on the large chair by the side of the fireplace in the bedroom Davien had used that night. “And I'll admit your new toy is a sweet piece of ass. She'd be a bright light in this dismal place.”