Deadly Captive

by Bianca Sommerland

  He removed his hand and walked around the table. The shaft went still. I groaned.

  Joe tugged at the strap. "Say it, Lydia."

  I shifted, dropped my head, and whispered the words.

  He tugged at the strap again. "Louder, Lydia, so everyone can hear."

  I shouted loud enough that not a word could be missed. "Punish me! Whip me, Master! Please!"

  Joe gave my ass an affectionate pat. "Very good. Now clench your teeth. I don't want to hear a sound until you've gotten at least ten lashes. If you do as I say, you will have pleasure. If not, I'll have to punish you some more."

  I nodded. It sounded fair. At that moment, any chance of relief sounded good.

  At the first bite of the whip, I wasn't so sure anymore. The length cut into my skin from my shoulder clear down to the small of my back. At the second lashing, I twitched and bit into my tongue. The shaft rubbed inside me as I jolted with the third blow. I focused on the feeling of being filled up, on each movement of the metal now warm with the heat of my body. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Joe inside me, preparing to ride me raw. I clenched down and shuddered. My imagination helped ease me back to climax.

  Joe stopped. I heard the whip hit the floor and felt him reach under me to unsnap the strap. He pulled it down and out before I could come. The denial of release was more painful than the shallow cut of the whip.

  "No, no, Joe, please." I whimpered.

  Joe slapped my ass hard. "One, I didn't tell you to speak." He slapped one cheek.

  "Two, you will call me Master." He smacked the other cheek. "Three, I didn't give you leave to come. You won't until I allow it. Do you understand?"

  Biting my lip, I nodded. Joe untied my knees, then pulled me to my feet. He held the rope, using it to pull me toward him by my wrists. Then he waited, arching a brow when I looked at him in confusion.

  "Get on your knees, Lydia. Get on your knees, and beg your Master for forgiveness."

  I dropped to my knees. "Please. Please forgive me Master. I'm sorry." I tried to tell myself, belatedly, that it was all pretend. A voice in the back of my mind laughed at me.

  Joe patted my head. "That was very good. I'll let you suck my dick now. You can show me how sorry you are."

  He undid my hands and went to the bed, dropping onto it and resting his hands behind his head. I didn't move. I was anxious to get started, knowing it gave me the chance to make him want me so bad he'd stop denying me. But I had learned my lesson.

  Joe turned his head and smiled at me. "Good girl. You didn't move. A good slave waits on her master's command." He patted the bed. "Come."

  I dropped my head to hide the dirty look I wanted to give him and crawled onto the bed.

  "Now, undo my pants."

  I undid his pants. Then I waited.

  "Now, suck my dick. Show me how sorry you are."

  Without pause, I took his dick in my hand and lowered my head. Kissing the tip of his throbbing cock, I looked up at him, smiled, then licked a wet circle around the top. Shifting into a more comfortable position, I opened my mouth and lowered over him, lips just skimming his flesh. I went languorously all the way down, the top of him pressing against the back of my throat. Then I rose, just as slow.

  Joe growled and grabbed the back of my head. "You naughty little tease." He thrust up into my mouth, hard and fast. Feeling the muscles in his thighs clench, noting how close he was to coming, I sucked down on him, taking over when he let me go and bowed back. His cum spurted hot into my mouth. I kept my eyes on him as I swallowed it down. He groaned and twitched. I lifted my head and licked my lips.

  When he got control of himself, he sat up, grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me against him. "You liked that little taste of revenge?" He jerked at my hair. "And I want the truth."

  I looked down, biting my lip. "Yes, Master."

  "Bad girl." He released my hair and patted the bed. I kept my head down. "Lie here, facedown, and don't move."

  Complying quickly, I waited, wondering what he would do to me now. Half of me anticipated it. The other half was more than a little afraid.

  I heard Joe shuffling about the bed. He dropped several things beside me, and I had to fight not to look. Suddenly, I felt the belt, and I jumped.

  "You can cry and scream now, Lydia. When I think you've been punished enough, I might just give you what you want." With that, he continued to beat me with the belt.

  I sobbed, I cried, I screamed. Then I begged. Most of the words were so garbled they made little sense. Then I finally got it out. "Fuck me, Master! Just fuck me! Please!

  I'll do whatever you say."

  "Will you ever deny me again?" He hit me with the belt again.

  "No!" I swore vehemently.

  "Are you my slave?"

  I nodded against the bed. "Yes. I am yours. I am your slave. Please."

  He took something else off the bed. It was cool, but not as cool as the metal. He slid it down my pussy, then back up.

  "Tell me to stuff it in you, Lydia."

  "Stuff it in me! God, please, Master, please! Please do it!"

  He took some effort working it inside me. It was big and thick. He got the tip in and began to twist. It stretched me so much it hurt, but I didn't want him to stop. I lifted my hips and spread my thighs to make it easier.

  Joe's big hand came down hard against my ass. "I didn't say move. If you do so again, I will deny you all night."

  I dropped back down. He continued to twist it in until it was fully imbedded in me. I could feel every hard ripple of the object. It was so big my pussy muscles could hardly contract against it. And it was jammed in. No amount of pushing would get it out.

  Joe shifted, lying across the back of my legs. Holding my ass cheeks apart with his hands, he slid his tongue up between them. His fingers joined his tongue, and one slipped inside. I almost shot off the bed, but his weight held me down. He pushed deeper, harder, until I could feel his knuckle straining against the ring of muscle.

  Something warm and wet drizzled around where he pumped. He inserted another finger, and I panted as the dull burn spread out and up inside.

  "Very nice." He kissed the small of my back and withdrew his fingers. "I think you're ready for more."

  Thinking he meant more fingers, I shook my head. He laughed.

  "Oh yes." He murmured. "Bear down, and it won't hurt as much."

  He said that last very, very quietly. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as something hard prodded my anus. Bearing down, I felt it breach me and whimpered.

  "Do you want me to stop?" His tone was mocking, but I could feel his fingers digging into my thigh and knew he'd stop if I asked.

  His stopping would ruin our act. I shook my head.

  He shoved, and a searing pain rolled up my spine. My muscles grew taut as he slid the slender thing in and out, slowly at first, then faster when my body relaxed.

  Pleasure wound around my core, urging me to claim it, but I couldn't. Stretched wide, the walls of my vagina throbbed and twitched when I tried to clench.

  Taking hold of my hip, Joe turned me. My ass was full; my pussy was full. I still couldn't come. And he knew it. "Do you still think I've got a small dick, Lydia? Would you prefer something that big?"

  I followed the motion of his hand. Peeking just past my pussy lips, stretching it wide, was something black and rubber. It was bigger than my wrist. I looked back at him and shook my head.

  Joe took hold of it, jerking it out. It was as big as it had felt. And rippled. He tossed it aside. My pussy throbbed in relief. I shifted and then groaned when my movement reminded me of the presence of the thing in my ass.

  "Do you want me to fuck you now, Lydia?"

  "God, yes." I spread my legs, ready for him to finish it finally.

  Letting out a cruel laugh, Joe shook his head. "No. Get off the bed." I frowned, but I slid off. He stepped off beside me. "Now, bend over, face against the bed, and don't move."

  When I obeyed, Joe picked up something off
the bed and bent down. He wrapped it around my thighs, tying it tight. It was his belt.

  "This will make your pussy feel tighter so I can enjoy it more. You want me to enjoy it. Right?"

  I gave a quick motion of accord, careful not to let it show that I was getting fed up. It had been a good show. I was sure the crowd was pleased. It was about time he stop having so much fun and end it so we could get out of here.

  Without warning, he thrust into me. Grabbing my hair with one hand and my breast with the other, he bowed me back so only my belly touched the bed. My legs held together made me tight, tighter then I already was. My wetness, the presence of the big rubber thing, hadn't changed that. And Joe was big. Restrained in that position, the fucking was painful.

  My body wasn't fazed. It clenched against him, and the moisture increased, soothing the abused feeling of my pussy. I moaned and shifted my hips.

  Joe pulled back a little more, breathing into my ear. "Make more noise. Make the crowd want you."

  I blinked and cried out as he withdrew, then slammed back in. "What?"

  "Trust me." He whispered. He let go of my hair and grabbed my other breast, using both breasts to jam me back against him. "This pussy's a lot tighter than I thought.

  I guess you aren't too loose. But you will be. I am going to use you so hard and so often

  . . . ."

  "Fuck me, Master. Don't ever stop fucking me!" I wasn't sure why he was doing it. All I knew was he'd shouted so the crowd could hear his last words. He'd share his reasons when he could. For now, I'd go along with it. "You've made me into your slut, Master. I'll do anything for this!"

  We both kept shouting out, random, provocative things until my long denied body took over, raking me with a violent orgasm that left me speechless. My knees shook, and I gasped as Joe drove into me, hard, one last time. The heat of him flooded me. He pulled out to let a bit of cum squirt on my ass.

  Once he'd recovered, Joe lifted me and sat me on the bed. Patting my cheek, he grinned. "You were made for this, Lydia. Now that you've stopped fighting it, things will go much more smoothly."

  I looked up at him, trying to keep my expression submissive. I tried to think of what I could say that would not only work with his plan, but also be a good cue to end this.

  I smiled. "Use me as you'd like Master. I'm hungry for more."

  The lights went out. The crowd cheered. I heard them leave and fell back on the bed.

  God, I was sore.

  When the sounds of the crowd leaving had died away, the light came back on.

  Cyrus was standing in the doorway, clapping. "Well done. That was thrilling, seamless.

  I truly believed in the parts you were playing." He moved into the room and patted Joe on the back. "You make an excellent dominant, Joe."

  I pushed myself back to sitting as Cyrus walked up to me. He passed me and lifted the black rubber shaft from the bed. He licked it, closed his eyes, and seemed to savor the taste.

  "You've made me want you, Lydia. More than I ever did." He chuckled when I slid back. "Not now, though. I want you fit and unmarked when I have my turn. I'll send someone to dress your wounds so they won't scar."

  Cyrus left. The guards came in, motioning for us to follow. One tossed me a thin red robe, and I pulled it on quickly. Keeping pace with Joe, I watched as he listened attentively to the guard's quiet exchange.

  "They've caused quite a stir," one said.

  The other nodded. "Yeah, the crowd won't be satisfied with just watching next time." The guard looked over his shoulder, giving me a lusty grin. "I think I'm gonna get tickets to the next show. If I get a good seat, I might get a piece while there's still some left."

  My skin went cold. I glanced over at Joe. If I didn't know better, I would think things had gone exactly as planned. His lips tilted in satisfaction.

  I was afraid I didn't know better. I would no doubt find out soon. Inhaling for calm, I focused on my feet. Hopefully, not too soon. I wasn't looking forward to being torn to shreds.

  Chapter Twelve

  "I thought I was going to get a chance to heal." I took a gulp of whiskey to wash down a mouthful of steak, then frowned at my plate. "It can't have been that long?"

  Looking distracted, Joe refilled my glass, even though it hadn't been empty. "The marks are faint. The pain is gone. It's been long enough."

  I paused with my fork midway to my mouth. Setting it down, I rubbed my hand over my face. "What do you think it will be this time?"

  Joe grabbed the empty bottle of whiskey and threw it at the wall. "How the fuck am I supposed to know? Take your pick, Lydia. You'd been beaten, raped, tortured. If not one of those, they'll just kill you!"

  I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. "Thanks. I feel much better." I sighed and stood when he turned away from me, stepping up behind him so I could touch his arm. "Joe, what is it? Why are you so pissed? I've never seen you react like this."

  Hands braced on the table, Joe bowed his head. "I'm sorry. I was hoping . . . ." He lifted his head. "They serve the good stuff when they're going to feed."

  Drawing back another shot, I nodded. "Yes. I know that."

  Joe frowned at the interruption. "Well, I was sure the audience from last time would be clamoring for another show."

  Absentmindedly rubbing my wrist, I scowled at him. "Yeah. How about it's a good thing they're not? You know how long it took before I could sit comfortably and lie on my back?"

  Arching a brow, Joe chuckled and walked over, my words temporarily pushing him from his bad mood. Slipping his hand under my hair, he curved it around the back of my neck, his thumb stroking my flesh in a way that made me shiver. "Yes I know. I was here. I was the one smoothing aloe over your poor . . . ." He bent down and kissed my cheek. "Abused." He kissed my nose. I wrinkled it and smiled. "Flesh." He claimed my lips now, drawing me up against him. I groaned when he stopped and pulled back a little. "And, if you recall, I was very gentle and did a fairly good job at putting up with your whining."

  Marking a sharp sound of affront, I gave him a mock punch in the gut. "I did not whine."

  A mischievous grin on his lips, eyes sparkling with mirth, Joe wrapped his arms around me. "Oh, yes, you did. If I recall correctly, your exact words were 'Joe, careful that hurts…no, that's good…right there.'"

  I cut Joe's mockery short by reaching between us and twisting his nipple.

  Laughing, he stepped back, rubbing his chest.

  Giving him a smug look, I went back to the table, wanting to make sure I got a good amount of alcohol in my system before time ran out and our "company" arrived.

  Tilting the bottle, I screeched when Joe lifted me off the floor, and half of it poured down the front of my shirt.

  "Joe!" I gasped as he slung me over his shoulder and smacked my ass. Kicking my feet, I tried to worm my way out of his grasp.

  He smacked my ass again. "Will you behave if I put you down?"

  I giggled, enjoying the rare, playful mood he was in, no matter how badly timed it was. "Do you want me to lie?"

  Shaking his head, Joe set me down on the bed. "I think you enjoy being spanked."

  I gave him a cheeky grin. "By you? Usually."

  Taking my hand in his, Joe dropped to the bed at my side. Shadows stole the light from his eyes. "I promise you, Lydia. When we get out of here, things are going to be different."

  With my bottom lip between my teeth, I looked at him, mourning the abrupt loss of his good humor. I opened my mouth, trying to think of something to say to get it back. The door clicked, and I knew it was too late.

  Bruno and Chrissie entered the room first. Bruno gave me a lewd grin and walked over to the table, picking up the half-drained bottle of vodka. Smacking his lips together, he held out the bottle to Chrissie. Chrissie shook her head, glancing back to watch Cyrus saunter in.

  Joe squeezed my hand and stood. I knew the motion was designed to keep the attention off me, but, for some reason, I didn't think it was necessary. Cyrus didn't appea
r to notice me at all.

  Keeping his eyes on Joe, Cyrus motioned from Chrissie and Bruno to the door.

  "Get going. I don't want to be delayed."

  Chrissie gave a firm nod, stepped forward, and held out her hand to me. I gaped at her stupidly.

  With a weary sigh, Chrissie closed the distance between us, and pulled me away from Joe. I dug in my heels, desperate for a sign from him, telling me whether I should go or try to stay. Joe didn't look at me. He was staring at Cyrus.

  Chrissie's grip was unyielding as she towed me out the door. "Come on. Don't try and fight. There's no use, and it'll spoil the surprise."

  My gaze shot to her as Bruno shut the door securely behind us. "Surprise?" I didn't like the sound of that.

  Chrissie's lips tilted up. She nodded. It didn't make me want to get away from her any less. Neither did her next words. "Seriously, you'd think you don't trust us."

  My brow lifted. "Just so you know, my brain damage is limited to memory loss."

  Bruno chuckled, coming up to my other side and draping his arm over my shoulder. "Hope it's only long-term. I'd hate to think you're forgetting anything recent."

  He made me wish I was. The scene that had unfolded between Bruno and me replayed through my mind as we walked down the long, white hall, lined with doors that only stood out by their slight break in the stark lines. It was a hot scene. I couldn't deny it. Bruno was very good at what he did. But, still, even knowing why I'd succumbed to him, I couldn't erase the shame.

  He didn't need to know that though. "I don't know, Bruno. I seem to forget little things. Nothing important though."

  Chrissie laughed. Bruno grabbed his chest, feigning great injury. I felt strange suddenly. Anyone watching us, anyone that didn't know better, would have thought we were old friends.

  Chrissie squeezed my hand, smiling at me as though she was a companion from childhood who knew every nuance of my behavior and what it meant. It was more likely she had read my mind. The thought gave me chills. "Relax, Lydia. One would think you'd have learned to live for the moment. Would it help to know we don't intend to hurt you?"

  Brows raised, I stopped. Thankfully, they let me, or I would have been pulled off my feet. "You don't intend it? Oh, yes. That's very reassuring."