10 FEISTY FILLIES - Romance Collection Short Stories Bundle: (TABOO EROTICA) (Candy Girl Series)

by Lucy Lixx

  “Who are you?” I asked. “Where are you taking me?”

  The men spoke amongst themselves, probably trying to figure out what I was saying.

  “English?” I asked in hopes that they might understand that.

  “Quiet,” said the one holding me.

  It seemed to be the only thing he knew in English, or perhaps he didn't want to say anything else. I mean, they were kidnapping me. Why would they tell me anything? The van plummeted into silence once more, the same as most of the day. If only Norman had spoken to me even once, then maybe I'd have the strength to face this. Not hearing his voice was such torture and now it felt even worse, the last thing he had done for me being nothing but dragging me about. I bet he regretted it now. I was sure he was weeping on the steps with Theo comforting him, blubbering about his lost little kitten. Who in their mind would take from my beloved master? Agitating him was surely something that wouldn't go unpunished and I pictured him scouring the ends of the earth for my delectable body.

  Even though these fantasies were delightful, some dark part of me also figured he might have set the whole thing up. But why would he do that? Norman knew I would never stray from him. I had formed such a close bond to his wife and she seemed to be so taken by me. Why would he ever test my allegiance in this situation? It seemed utterly absurd, but so did having a business client who spanked his maids. I tried to imagine the best possible outcome of this situation even as the van came to another stop and the men started hustling me out of the car. My dress kept getting caught under my heels and it seemed to frustrate the man holding my arm, so he hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me the rest of the way.

  I couldn't see which made the ride a bit nauseating, my wrists hurting from how tightly they were bound. Someone else was crying nearby. It sounded like a woman, likely another one like me who had just been taken out of nowhere. All of my paranoid thoughts about traveling internationally suddenly came to mind that included the sex trade and forced prostitution. While I was prepared to handle a beating, it was only from my master who I hoped was looking for me. I recalled his beautiful face, the way his smile lit up my spirits whenever I saw it. I could almost feel his kiss as the man carrying me slung me down on a soft furnishing that felt like it might be a couch. The other woman landed next to me, her sobs becoming heavier as the situation worsened.

  Blindly, I leaned over to her and pressed my face against what I thought might be her shoulder, hushing her and telling her it was going to be alright. I didn't know whether that was true, but it was something people said in these sorts of situations. If she was calm, we could potentially come up with a plan to escape and get back to our homes. I wasn't sure how we would accomplish that. I had only seen a handful of spy movies, but I was sure I could pull something from that small arsenal of knowledge for my use. If I could just get a hold of a weapon…

  I heard a strange clicking noise that sounded like the shutter button of a camera followed by more foreign words that I couldn't translate. The woman was crying harder even as I tried to comfort her and I gave up. There wasn't much I could do at this point but sit still and wait for something else to happen. More clicking ensued. I pulled the hood off my face to look around and was met with black spots and stars dancing in my vision, making it difficult to see anything. Tossing the hood to the floor, I blinked hard and looked around as the stars faded in time for another flash to meet my eyes. I squeezed them shut and buried my face in my hands.

  Oh, Norman, please find me.

  Chapter Ten

  The flashing light persisted as I tried to blink it away, each new flash inspiring more stars to crowd my eyesight. It was such a persistent pest that I yelled for it to stop, begging to be relieved of the intense restraints around my wrists. A figure came into view next to the flashing light who turned on a lamp that flooded my eyes with pain.

  “Stop, Horus,” said the man with the baritone voice. “My sweet little gift is trying to focus.”

  He sounded so familiar. As I gathered my vision, I looked up to find the German man standing right before me, his blue eyes soaking in the image of me bound. He knelt down in front of my legs and placed a gentle hand on my thigh while smiling.

  “You are mine now, my little maus,” he said with his thick, German accent. “And you will be happy here. I assure you.”

  “But what about Norman?” I asked as tears came to my eyes.

  “He has sold you to me. And Theo sold me your little maid friend here. Guten tag, sweet thing,” he said while removing the maid's hood.

  She looked around in a daze, the cloth in her mouth gagging her, as she coughed, choking on the tears streaming down her face. What had he done? Rage was replacing the fear and the tears wouldn't stop flowing, even as the man reached up to wipe them away.

  “Don't cry, little maus. You'll come to enjoy me. I am not as harsh as your previous owner. He didn't quite respect your body the way I will. But you will come to see that. We have a little surprise for you, ja,” he said while standing and lifting me up with him. “A little photo shoot of your new family.”

  “But I don't know your name,” I said while he turned me towards the camera.

  “Claus,” he replied. “And you may address me any way you wish.”

  The camera clicked a few times as Claus posed with me, holding me closed and rubbing my neck. His large hands were incredibly gentle and I found myself falling into his touch easily. The maid, however, was left alone crying on the couch. It made me feel awful. After the next picture, I dropped to my knees in front of her and removed the gag so she could breathe, smoothing some of her black hair out of her face.

  “It's going to be alright, dear,” I whispered sweetly while rubbing her shoulders. “Just breathe. What's your name?”

  “Bettie,” she replied.

  “You're alright, Bettie,” I said.

  “You are so sweet to your sister, maus. Why don't you make her feel better with a kiss?” said Claus while standing over us.

  I looked up at our new master in disgust at what he was actually suggesting. Couldn’t his depraved ass see how scared and fragile she still was? But, knowing that defying him might lead to consequences of a nature I could not be sure of, I immediately held my emotions at bay, ensuring that my internal anger wasn’t betrayed by my face.

  He continued looking down and was smiling at the two of us, his hand reaching for the maid who was still frightened by the situation. While massaging her legs, I leaned up to kiss her lips which she accepted from years of training with Theo. I gently pushed my tongue into her mouth which she sucked, stroking my cheek with her finger. Claus moaned behind me while unzipping his pants in preparation for our inevitable interaction. It didn't seem so bad at this point. Perhaps Theo had exposed Bettie to Claus before her taking as well or perhaps he had just catapulted her into the situation. However, this had happened, I was prepared to handle it...and maybe even enjoy it a little.

  Claus pushed my head down to her breasts and then lifted her dress for me to find her sopping wet rose waiting for my tongue. Spreading her legs, I dove beneath the surface of her panties to find the most delectable nectar I had ever tasted. She must have been on a strict diet with Theo for it tasted like heaven beneath her dress. Each stroke of my tongue caused another moan as Claus met her lips with his, muffling most of the sounds erupting from her mouth. My tongue traced every bit of her petals, sliding over them like silk over skin. She gushed readily at the touch which only enticed me to lap fervently at the liquid in order to devour all of it.

  As I devoured her sweet rose, Claus dropped to his knees behind me and lifted my dress, pressing his tool against my soaking wet petals. He stroked them gently for a moment before diving between the twitching skin, pushing deep inside my garden that had yet to know his touch. It caused a growl to escape my lips, suddenly feeling primal in the position we were in and making me suck the luscious bud that ached for release. The excitement of the day had me ready to burst, especially with how
much Norman had ignored me. He had thrown me away to this man who was willing to give us everything, and that made my insides desire the delicious soaring effect of an orgasm.

  Every bit of our motions came fluidly and waves of pleasure washed over my body as Claus plowed my insides. His touch was incredibly loving as he gripped my round bottom, heatedly massaging my skin as his hips slammed into my thighs. Bettie threw her head back in a fit of pleasure, gripping my hair as I continued to lick her sweet petals. It was like the office, but better. We weren't being sternly instructed and Claus seemed to really enjoy pleasing me while watching me please her. It made such a strange and lovely train that groaned with every grind and lick.

  The sweet symphony of our pleasure reached a crescendo as Horus began taking more photographs, inspiring me to shove two fingers inside the maid. Her insides caved to the pressure and her hips began to rock forward, signaling me to focus on the swollen bud in my mouth. Hands reached for hair as mouths hung open to sing the amazing song of joy, moans erupting from each of us as we reached our goal. My body shook as Claus plowed me, inspiring my sweet maid to begin vibrating. Her moans came in rapid breaths, overwhelmed by the sensation of cumming that she had likely been denied during my time away from her. It didn't matter now. I would make her cum a million times and enjoy every bit of it because now she's my sister.

  The scene ended with us panting against each other, my face pressed into Bettie's leg. Claus collapsed against my back and gripped my breasts while chuckling with joy, his bliss evident in his drunken touch.

  “My girls are so beautiful,” he whispered while stroking Bettie's leg. “And are so talented, too.”

  “Thank you, sir,” we said in unison while resting.

  “Come, let us eat,” said Claus while lifting me from the ground.

  He untied Bettie's hands from their binding and massaged her wrists, whispering sweet things into her ear that made her blush. Taking each of us by the waist, we were led into a lavish dining hall where a feast awaited our hungry bellies. Servers came and held out our chairs for us to sit and we gratefully took our seats next to our new master who wiped his hands before serving each of us a great plate of food. This would be my new family. It was clear he would spare no expense on our comfort and we never had to work a day in our lives. We would be spoiled with love and affection as long as we returned it without refusal, and he promised to always care for us.

  “You are my beautiful daughters now and I will do everything to keep you happy,” said Claus while pouring wine into glasses. “This is your happily ever after.”

  THE END

  Sold For Pleasure Vol. 2

  Recap Of Book 1

  Sweet Samantha had wished for nothing more than to please her boss, Norman. She did everything she could to appease him, even going submitting to his wild sexual fantasies in order to gain his love and trust. On a business trip in London, she's ravished in her own bed by him and his client, Theo, who takes delight in watching her obey every command given. She is introduced to the dark fantasies of her dreams where she relishes every moment he penetrates her supple body. When Norman has her taken during a meeting, she is surprised to find his wife present who asks if they can keep her. She thinks this is going to be her happily ever after, her completed family, when Norman and Courtney take her home and have her sleep in their bed. But Norman has an underlying sinister plan to sell her away to a client in England.

  On their next business trip, she is kidnapped right in front of Norman and taken away with her face covered, unaware that Norman had arranged the entire ordeal. The black veil is removed and she finds herself sitting in a room with the maid from Theo's mansion who is frightened to find herself with their new master, Claus. He seems handsome and intelligent, giving her the pet name maus and lovingly devours the skin of the two beautiful women. They are led into an adjoining room after the intense ritual and find a feast waiting for them. He promises them everything they could ever desire, but Samantha keeps thinking of Norman. How could he betray her this way? While Claus assures them that they will be happy, they aren't sure about their situation. Follow the rest of their journey here and discover the great secrets of the Henrick Mansion...

  ** If, after the recap, you’d like to still read Book 1 first: (GET ACCESS HERE) **

  Chapter One

  I was still in shock.

  Even though Claus had assured us that we would be taken care of, I harbored some doubts about our situation. It felt too strange, too new. Bettie appeared impressed by the fancy dining room and promises, evident by her allowing Claus to feed her like a baby a few times. She giggled over her champagne as her eyes sparkled. Such a pretty woman deserved to be spoiled in this way instead of used for cleaning and sexual favors. I pondered this as I again took stock of her. While I was glad she was in a better situation, I missed the way it was before.

  I missed Norman.

  We were supposed to live happily together with his wife and that would be our wonderful ending, but instead he left me here with this German man. Sure, I was attracted to him and felt tempted to get lost in the fantasy, but what about my own desires? The betrayal left me feeling bitter, turning the champagne sour in my mouth as I swallowed it.

  “Are you enjoying yourself, my little maus?” asked Claus, turning his glittering eyes to me.

  They were captivating, his strong jaw protruding a bit as he looked me over. I forced a smile.

  “Of course,” I replied.

  “And you wouldn't lie to me?” he asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, as if he read the truth inside me. “I want you to be comfortable and happy without a worry in the world,” he reassured.

  I followed his jaw bone, up to his neck which curved down beneath his white silk shirt, admiring the exposed flesh that I had seen moments before in the other room. Where was the camera man? Had he left? I thought sarcastically.

  “Absolutely,” I whispered over my glass. “I wouldn't lie to you”, I whispered.

  Leaning in close, Claus held my gaze for a minute before looking away and replying, “Good.”

  It was such a strange mixture of emotions stirring in my gut, all of the food and champagne combining with confusion, laughter, and curiosity. I had never been in such a situation and my emotions were still heavily charged from the last time I had seen Norman. The heat between us was intense and I felt amorous around him and his wife. I missed her touch, her blonde hair smelling like the coconut shampoo she used. Bettie was sweet, but she wasn't like Courtney. She didn't smell the same. It made me ache to think I might never see them again and the full weight of the situation finally hit me.

  I stood and asked where the bathroom was located, waiting patiently as Claus described where to go. Exiting the lavish dining hall, I found myself in a carpeted hall with gas lamps lining the length of it and walked carefully a few doors down to the restroom. I locked myself inside and sat on the sink, staring at my hands. What was I doing here? Claus seemed genuinely open and loving, offering us a luxury of treats to keep us happy. It seemed wonderful, but what was the catch? I felt like his end game might be something far more sinister, perhaps even worse than Theo had been with Bettie.

  As I sat in silence cradling my head, a light wrap came from the door and I replied that I was busy, flushing the toilet for effect. I ran cold water over my hands and splashed my face, hoping that might help to ease my nerves a bit. My reflection was sullen. I had mascara running down my cheeks from crying during my kidnapping and one of my earrings was missing. I looked like a wreck.

  “Are you alright, dear?” called a woman's voice.

  That wasn't Bettie. Who else was here?

  “We have extra towels if you need one, darling,” she said through the wood. “Come out whenever you're ready.”

  While drying my face, I thought about who was potentially waiting for me on the other side. It was possible that Claus had maids considering how it was a large estate – according to Claus, at least – and perhaps she had heard m
e gag a bit as I entered the bathroom. But I hadn't seen anyone in the hallway. This place was incredibly mysterious and I wasn't sure what to do. I unlocked the door and stepped out, searching the empty area for the woman who I swore had just knocked on the door. She was nowhere to be found.

  The dining room was occupied by Bettie and Claus, their shoulders touching as they spoke between bites of food. I sat back down in my seat and asked Claus if there were any other women in the castle.

  “Of course. My wife, Hannah, is around here somewhere,” replied Claus.

  As soon as he mentioned her name, a tall brunette wearing a gorgeous sparkling gown floated into the room from the double doors. Her eyes were glowing under the light of the chandelier and her hair hung in ringlets, nearly looking like a 1920s movie star. Bettie and I stared hard, wondering what was about to happen. Had she been the one to speak to me?

  “I didn't mean to startle you earlier,” she spoke slowly through red lips. “But I was just making sure you were alright. I realize this must be difficult for you both.”

  Claus stood to greet his wife, offering her a kiss on the cheek and then bringing her over to meet us. She extended her gloved hand.

  “I'm Hannah. Welcome to our home. I know you will enjoy your stay and that Claus will please you,” she said while shaking our hands. “Let me know if you need anything. I'll just be down the hall.”

  “Thank you, darling,” said Claus while walking her to the door. “I'll call on you later.”

  It didn't seem odd to me that his wife knew of his kinky dealings and that she wasn't bothered by it, but the shock on Bettie's face was priceless. Her eyes followed Hannah with a hint of fright as if the woman were about to bite her. It caused me to chuckle a bit and I reached over to pat her hand.

  “It's alright, sweetie. She's not going to hurt you,” I whispered.