A Captive of Fear and Desire

by Sophie Kisker

  He looked down and she saw the amazement on his face at the state of his cock. It was obvious that he might have been having difficulty with this, but his cock was now a true believer.

  “Dan?” she whimpered, trying to goad him into action.

  He looked up with cruelty in his eyes. “I warned you.” Before she knew what was happening, he knelt down on the floor on one knee and heaved her up and over his other one, her head dropping over and down to within an inch of the floor, her hands still pinned behind her back. With no warning, his hand cracked down on her naked ass, still sore from every other inhumane thing done to it since she arrived. He spanked and he spanked, not uttering a word as she shrieked and struggled. His arm had her pinned in place and prevented even the slightest movement that might allow her to dodge the rain of fire from his hands. Finally, he paused.

  “Who am I?” he roared.

  “Dan, stop, please!”

  He said nothing but resumed the harsh spanking. She ran out of steam a hundred spanks in and lay limply over his lap, but he continued on. When he finally stopped, even a mere breath of air moving across her skin felt like burning flames.

  “Who am I?” he asked again.

  “Master,” she sobbed. “You’re my Master.”

  “And who owns you?”

  “You do!”

  “No. Victor DeLeo owns every part of you now. Don’t forget that.” He spanked her again as she fought and screamed. “He’s letting me use his property, and I intend to fuck you like I’ve always dreamed of.” He dumped her off his knee onto the floor. Her breath came in heaves and gasps as she lay on her side on the cold tile underneath his even colder gaze.

  “So I’m going to fuck his cunt right now.” He rolled her onto her back, hands still pinned underneath her, and thrust her legs apart. She looked up at him with a fear that wasn’t feigned anymore, and prepared herself to be raped by her best friend.

  ~ ~ ~

  Dan’s heart was breaking. There wasn’t anything remotely right about what was happening. After all these years of dreaming about her and never being able to say anything, here he was, gazing upon her naked form at last. He wanted to savor this. Her beautiful breasts lay before him, so full, heaving up and down with her crying. Her rosy-brown nipples were crinkled and long and begging to be taken between his teeth and licked and sucked until she cried out with ecstasy. The sight of numerous red welts adorning both breasts, from this morning’s activities, made his cock jump. He briefly wondered what kind of monster he must be that he wished he’d been the one who had placed them there.

  He tore his gaze from there down to her soft, pink pussy. It lay wide open, dripping wet, and twitching, and he realized with shock, she’d been turned on by the spanking.

  He forced himself to raise his eyes to her face, the hardest place of all to look. It was easier for him to keep his head clear and do his job if all he saw was an ass, a cunt, and two tits. But up there was her face, her beautiful face with the mahogany brown eyes and the dusting of freckles across her nose. Those tiny brown dots had always given her the look of a little girl long after she became a woman. Her beautiful hair had been tamed in the same braid she’d always worn for work, but now it was disheveled from her struggles. The escaped tendrils begged him to sink his hands into their depths to let the rest of the curls free. And then there were her eyes—eyes that today held a look of determination, of intelligence, and a little fear, but laying on top of all of that was trust. It almost undid him.

  He had a play to perform. Before he could think about it anymore, he rolled on a condom and positioned himself between her widespread legs.

  “Who is your master right now?”

  “You are, Master.” The words came out soft but strong, almost as though she believed them.

  “Whose cunt am I going to fuck?”

  “Mr. DeLeo’s, Master.” She didn’t sound as sure this time.

  He plunged in as deep as he could go, relishing her ‘oof!’ as he hit bottom. He pulled out and plunged in again, fighting to keep himself leashed. This time she cried out with real pain. Her distress suddenly broke something deep within his soul and he left all mercy behind as the pleasure began to consume him. Over and over he drove into her depths, oblivious to her cries, relishing the feel of her hot, wet tightness, until he came with a roar, spilling his seed into the latex barrier between them that he wished was absent.

  As he came down from his high, he looked at her face. The sight of her tightly screwed-up eyes and the tears leaking out finally undid him. He stood up, unrolled the condom, and tossed it onto her stomach where it leaked out onto her fair skin.

  “Next time it’s gonna be your ass. Better make sure you’re ready for that.”

  He zipped himself up and stomped out the door, slamming it behind him. In a fog, he found himself outside. He fished the car keys from his pocket, got into his car, and kept his shit together long enough to calmly nod at the guard as he drove out of the gate. A mile of so later, he pulled over to the side of the dirt road. He barely made it out of the car before he vomited.

  ~ ~ ~

  Laura lay on the floor of the little room, trying to make sense of the emotions running through her mind. Anger, disbelief, and fear mingled there with unmet lust, and a swell of something in her heart that felt like sad love, for lack of a better phrase. She didn’t know how to sort them out.

  Master 2 entered the room. He rolled her over and unlocked the restraints, then threw her a towel, his manner brusque. She sat up, picked up the used condom that had fallen onto the floor and lay leaking cum in a small puddle on the tile, and dropped it into the wastebasket he pointed to. Then she wiped herself, and the floor, clean. She noticed that the camera was still blinking green, so she stayed silent and unresisting as he helped her to a standing position on her sore feet and pulled her to the door. They walked out into the hall where he stopped, fished something out of his pocket and pushed a button. Then to her surprise, he pushed her back through the door and slammed it shut.

  “Are you okay?” he asked softly. Her eyes darted to the camera. “I turned it off,” he reassured her. “The camera isn’t on all the time in this room and once you left, he wouldn’t expect us to keep it running. So, are you all right?” he asked again, the concern evident in his voice.

  “I—I don’t know,” she replied. It was as honest an answer as she could give right now. She collapsed onto the floor, her face in her hands, and fell apart while he held her and she rocked back and forth.

  Chapter 16

  Dan was still sitting on the side of the road contemplating the state of his stomach and if he was done being sick, when his cell phone rang. He groaned. He knew who it was without looking, and he couldn’t avoid talking to him, because the bastard would just call Marco instead. He took a deep breath as he put the phone to his ear.

  “Yes, sir?” he said as brightly as he could manage.

  “Dan! Spectacular. I enjoyed every moment of that. You really know how to show a woman who’s in control.”

  Dan gripped the phone so hard he was afraid he might break it. “Thank you, sir. It was a pleasure. I’ve wanted to get inside her cunt for years and the frigid bitch always had one excuse or another. I appreciate that you’re sharing her with me.”

  “I must say I’m looking forward to the day when she’s on her knees in front of me and calling me Master as she cries. I’m also looking forward to when you rape her in the ass tomorrow. I’ll be sure to turn the volume up really high.”

  “Sir, would you excuse me for a moment? You caught me getting out of the shower and I’d like to dry off real quick.” He thanked God there were no cameras in the residence area to give his true location away.

  “Of course. I’ll wait. I have a couple more questions for you.”

  Dan barely got the phone set down before he vomited again, struggling not to make any noise. He had to pull his shit together or they’d never make it. He stood up and straightened his shirt. When he picked
the phone up again, he’d erected a new wall around his heart.

  “Thanks. Just didn’t want to drip too much water on the floor. Now, sir, what can I answer for you?”

  “What’s the progress on the other two things I wanted done?”

  “Well, sir, there’s a piercer being driven in on Monday. He’ll be blindfolded the whole way down from the city so he won’t know where he is, and he owes a hell of a lot of money to a friend of mine who promised to erase the debt, if the piercer agreed to do the job. Of course, now we owe my friend the money instead, but this guy is worth it, I promise.”

  DeLeo laughed. “Send me the bill. How about the other item?”

  Dan felt his insides clench. “I’ve ordered it sir. The soonest it can arrive is the day of the auction.”

  “No sooner?” Dan heard the disappointment in DeLeo’s voice.

  “Sorry, sir. This is a specialty item and the manufacturer says it isn’t possible to be here sooner, but he’s offered to deliver it personally.”

  “Make sure he understands how important it is that it’s here, or it might be the last business he ever does. Damn. All right, but I don’t want him coming near there the day of the auction. Have him mail it. I’ll bring a man to do the job myself.”

  “Of course, sir.”

  “And the catalog to distribute to the buyers?”

  “Being put together right now. Josh will have it ready to upload in three days, giving the buyers plenty of time to peruse the merchandise before they arrive—and to stir up a lot of interest. I think we’ll have a few bidding wars.”

  “Excellent!” There were a few more details and then DeLeo hung up, promising to watch the camera feed tomorrow when Dan took Laura in the ass. This time Dan successfully fought the nausea down. He turned the car around and drove back to The Farm.

  ~ ~ ~

  The next day there was no indecision in Dan. As he rolled on the condom, standing before a wide-eyed Laura, he let out a part of himself he kept carefully leashed—a part he didn’t like at all. His erect cock revealed his state of mind. He knew that Josh had prepared her the best way he could, as quickly as possible. She’d been wearing first a small, then a larger butt plug over the last day. It was a discomfort that was obvious on her face every time he caught sight of her and which made his cock stir painfully inside his trousers.

  But he also knew DeLeo was expecting an anal virgin, so they couldn’t prepare her too much, and he just hoped she’d forgive him someday.

  Time to start the show.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” he demanded.

  “No, Master,” she replied with a quaver in her voice that sounded real.

  “Well, time to get used to it. I like it a lot, and so does your future Master. Now, the only lube you’re going to get is whatever your mouth leaves behind on my cock, so you’d better start and hope it gets nice and sloppy.”

  That was a lie that Laura didn’t know about. When Josh had pulled out the butt plug a while ago, he’d made sure to leave behind a large amount of petroleum jelly. It wasn’t an ideal lube, but it lasted a lot longer than anything else. Dan had no intention of tearing her sensitive tissue despite the pain he was going to cause. He needed Laura to be afraid and motivated, though, so he didn’t let her know, and he tried not to think about the unfairness of that.

  She took him as deep in her mouth as she could get without gagging, but Dan was having none of that. The best saliva came from deep down in her throat, so he grabbed her and shoved her deep, easily ignoring the very real fighting she was doing to get free. As she came off, sputtering and choking, she tried to beg him to stop, to slow down, but he ignored her and pulled her deep again. By now, he was rock hard.

  He shoved her off. The thick saliva hung in a trail from her mouth to his cock. He looked down at her.

  “Very nice. I might be able to do this without tearing you—much—after all.”

  “Master, please, please be careful…” she begged.

  “Hands and knees, now!” he barked.

  She started crying as she turned over, presenting her beautiful and well-punished ass to him.

  “Reach back and pull your cheeks apart for me!”

  She looked back at him for a moment as though she didn’t quite believe he would order her to participate in her own assault, but at his look she placed her hands on each cheek and spread them apart, revealing the lovely pink rosette that was his to claim. There was nothing faked about the rush of lustful power he felt right then. He wanted to conquer her, to possess her in the most intimate way a man can possess a woman, and there was nothing as good for that as forcing anal submission.

  He placed the tip of his cock at the dimple and gave a small push. It yielded slightly, evoking a small cry from Laura. He grabbed her hips—her lovely hips that were so perfectly formed to use as handles—and pushed just a little harder. He would draw this out as long as he dared, to give DeLeo the show he expected. She protested and her hands let go to push him back and off. He slapped her ass hard and grabbed her wrists, pinning them together with one of his hands. They made an even better handle.

  He pushed in an inch more and held still. She tried to twist away, but he held her tight. He pushed again and she raised her head up, chanting “Ow ow ow ow!” And then without warning, he gripped her wrists hard and pushed himself all the way in. She screamed. Once he was in, he held still for a moment until her breathing slowed. He pulled out slowly, relishing her cry of protest, and then plunged back in all the way to his balls. She started fighting him, so he grabbed her hair and pulled back hard, yanking her face up and off the mat and immediately quelling her rebellion. As he pumped in and out, not slowing down now at all, her cries of pain began changing to something he could have sworn was arousal. It only took a few more minutes before he started to boil up and over. He yanked his cock out of her ass and tore off the condom, and with one stroke of his hand, he spent all over her back. He watched, mesmerized, as the cum trickled back down into the still-gaping hole from which he had just removed himself. As the fluid stopped dripping out of his cock, he realized he was still holding her hair and he reluctantly let go.

  Like yesterday, he affected an uncaring attitude as he zipped up. He left her there, on hands and knees, tears streaking her face and his cum drying on her back. On his way out, he nodded to Josh who disappeared into the room. He went back to his office and made himself a drink and sat in his chair, thinking.

  The sounds she’d made at the end? Those were sounds he’d heard before, in BDSM clubs, from subs who were relishing the pain and degradation they were receiving, and who were riding the slope up towards their own orgasm. And as if to make sure he hadn’t been hearing only what he wanted to hear, he’d glanced at her cunt as he pulled out. It was dripping wet and swollen with arousal. He needed to think about the fact that his beautiful Laura might just be submissive. He wasn’t sure if that made what he was doing better, or worse.

  ~ ~ ~

  Laura leaned her head against the tile of the shower while the hot water cascaded down her back. She relished the rare moment alone. Her ass was sore and stretched. She’d never been interested in anal sex before, and she still wasn’t sure how she felt about it now. But after the initial burning pain, which had been considerable and had never subsided completely, she’d felt something else. It didn’t make sense. There was nothing about the act that was pleasurable for her, and yet she’d found herself aroused anyway. Even now, the thought of Dan taking what he wanted from her without asking permission sent an ache through her cunt. She didn’t want it to. She didn’t want to have good feelings about anything here.

  Yesterday, when he ‘raped’ her for the first time, the whole situation had been overwhelming. She saw and felt his conflict, which made the situation confusing and not at all arousing. Today he’d been in control. There was no doubt who was in charge. He’d taken what he wanted and clearly enjoyed it, and that stirred up excitement in her belly even as she had prote
sted and cried out in pain.

  Her finger slipped between her folds and the sensations reignited. She called up the scene from just minutes ago in her mind and the touch of her other finger on the sore tissue of her ass was enough to send her into an upward spiral. She imagined Dan forcing his cock in there again. Her legs buckled as the orgasm swept over her.

  Then the arousal fled, and she was left confused and uncertain. Once again, she bitterly resented that this place had stirred up all these feelings. She was tired of the mixed up emotions, the pain, the pleasure, not being sure what was real and what wasn’t. She was just so tired. Suddenly, it was all too much and she sank to the floor of the shower, her tears indistinguishable from the cascade of water running over her head.

  Chapter 17

  The lessons in obedience came at her daily, and for a while, she coped well enough. She was learning to offer herself for punishment or torment without protest, something that gave her a confusing thrill as she draped herself willingly over a piece of equipment. The thrill lasted exactly until the first painful blow landed on her permanently tenderized ass. One day, however, she’d had enough. She’d been instructed to place her fists underneath her breasts, keeping her fingers tucked away, and lift up her breasts so they could be caned. She whimpered in fear as she obeyed, her eyes tightly shut. She felt the cane tap under her chin.

  “Laura,” Dan instructed, “lift your head up and out of the way.”

  She did as he ordered, her breathing quick and irregular, and in the process must have loosened her hands from their tight fist, for when the first blow from the slim rattan cane hit her breast, it also struck one thumb. She screamed and dropped her breasts, the pain of the cane line on her breast paling in comparison to the pain radiating through her thumb. She doubled over, cradling her injured hand between her breasts. Dan was immediately at her side, gently extracting her thumb and examining it. She could see his furrowed brow and the concern, which directly contrasted with what he said next.