Obsession - Girl Abducted (19 page)

Obediently, Emily opened her mouth and Mark put the hard little cock in. "Suck on it, whore. Like you loved it."

Emily sucked as best she could, in her awkward position.

After a few moments, Mark pulled it out.

"Now we'll try something bigger, something closer to my size." He lifted a large cock that was actually bigger than his own substantial member. Emily's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. He set the head on her tongue and commanded her to suck it.

As she began to lick it, her tongue curling around the plastic head, he eased it back farther into her mouth. He pressed it past the soft palette and into her throat. Emily started to gag and pull back. Mark held her firmly by the back of the head. At first she struggled, instinct winning out over obedience, but he held her fast. Slowly she quieted. After a minute or so, he slowly withdrew the phallus and Emily gratefully gulped deep breaths of air. Mark sat on the bed beside her, absently staring at the dildo in his hand. It was glistening with her saliva. He would have liked to shove it up
her cunt, to fuck her with it until she came, but he didn't want to disturb the brand.

"You know," he said meditatively. "You don't seem to really enjoy swallowing my seed, do you, slave?"

Emily started to demur but he stopped her. "Don't deny it.

I have watched you for a long time. You take it, sure. You have to. But you don't seem to love it—to crave it, the way a real slut should. Am I right about that? And think before you answer, because if you hold back any bit of the truth, I'll just beat it out of you eventually. You know I demand complete truth from my slave."

Emily started to speak again and then fell silent, weighing her words. It was true that she didn't really like swallowing his ejaculate, but then, she didn't like swallowing anyone's! In fact, she almost never had, back in her former life. She didn't have to and she didn't choose to.

"Please, sir," she began, hoping she could phrase her words in such a way as to offend him as little as possible. "It's not that I don't like it. I'm—I'm just not very good at it." That was a sidle around the truth, but she hoped it would suffice.

"No, we've already established that fact." He smiled at her.

"But you can make up for lack of skill with ardor and enthusiasm. I'm going to give you a chance to display that enthusiasm. For the next week, I'll come exclusively in your mouth. If I don't like how you do it, that will be your meal.

We'll practice before every meal and you may end up losing a few pounds. It's up to you, slut girl."

They started the next morning. Emily couldn't kneel yet, with the dressing on her wound, so Mark again positioned her
over the edge of the bed. This was really to Emily's disadvantage, since the angle was much more difficult for swallowing.

Mark leaned forward, his legs bent slightly, and slid his cock into her mouth. It grew hard and large as she licked and kissed it. He allowed her to do most of the work, resisting his own impulse to fuck her face the way he usually did. She would have to earn this one. He allowed her to use her hands, one cupped sweetly around his balls, the other gripping the base as she guided his cock into her mouth. Her lips closed in a red ring around his hard shaft. It felt so heavenly that Mark began to arch into her, thrusting slightly forward, despite his own promise to himself to let her do it all.

As he was nearing a fever pitch of pleasure he completely abandoned any effort at self-control and grabbed her by the hair, forcing his cock deep into her throat. Emily hadn't been prepared for this sudden action. As he shot his load, she jerked back instinctively, coughing and spluttering like a novice.

Quickly she tried to recover herself, sucking his now spent but still erect cock back into her mouth, into her throat. But the damage was done. She had failed this test. There was no question about it.

Because she couldn't yet kneel at his feet, Mark had Emily lie under the kitchen table on her stomach while he ate his breakfast of waffles and sausage. Tears pricked Emily's eyes as her mouth watered. She was so hungry. But there was only the acrid aftertaste of semen in her mouth.

"Excuse me, sir?" she dared.
"Mrmph." Mark's mouth was full as he answered in the affirmative.

"I'm very thirsty, sir. Perhaps some water?"

"Nothing. Nothing but semen till you learn to love it."

Emily suppressed the sigh that rose to her lips. Cradling her head in her arms, she tried to block out the savory smells of her master's breakfast. She would just have to try harder.

After breakfast, Mark went to work at his computer. He let Emily rest on the bed. As she lay there she knew it was silly to feel so hungry from missing just one meal, but there it was. She would have to get it right before lunch so she could eat! The brand was starting to hurt now. It was so sore!

Gingerly she reached back to touch the gauze padding that covered the wound.

It hurt, but no worse than a burn with, say, an iron while ironing clothes. She couldn't wait to see the brand. Would it look like the loops on her bracelets? Would it heal properly?

Emily closed her eyes, imagining herself naked, her ass marked with a dark red scar that signified her slave status; that highlighted her position as chattel. The image shifted as she gazed inward. She saw herself dressed in the fine silk scarves of her harem dreams. The brand was visible beneath her sheer flowing skirts as she danced and whirled through a palace with mosaic ceilings and soft light.
CHAPTER Eleven

Emily had dozed off, still on her belly. When she awoke Mark was carefully removing her bandage. He cleaned the wound and reapplied the dressing. "It looks terrific! God, I—"

Mark choked off the words he had been about to say. Instead he said, "Ready for lesson number two? I'm not really in the mood. You'll have to get me there." He stood impassively, his arms folded across his chest. Emily saw that this was true. As she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, it was only semi-erect. He almost always instantly hardened just at the sight of her and for a moment she was worried.

But soon she had him erect, his cock like silken steel in her hands. Mark pulled her head back suddenly by the hair, gripping her hard. Emily gasped from the unexpected pain while still trying to focus her attention on his cock. She licked and caressed him with all her skill and devotion. Soon he was moaning, rocking into her. She felt his balls tighten in her cupped hand and she gently squeezed them, as her tongue traced the vein along his cock.

Mark groaned, thrusting faster as he ejaculated into her throat. Again, because of the angle of the bed, she couldn't get herself positioned properly and she choked slightly as she tried to swallow his jism. Mark pulled out and stood away from her, looking down, his face grim.

"Better. But far from perfect. I know you're not used to doing it from this angle, but a true slut can do it from any angle! Guess I'll be eating alone again." Emily couldn't
suppress the whimper that escaped at these words. Mark ignored her. "But before lunch, I think I'll punish you. Now let's see." Mark looked down at her, one hand fingering his chin as if he were stroking an imaginary beard. "How should I punish this naughty slut girl? I can't whip your ass. Or rather, I don't choose to, since I want that brand to heal properly.

"So let's see. What punishment would fit the crime? It's your mouth that can't seem to handle my cock, so perhaps your mouth should be punished. Yeah, that's it!" He grinned as he walked over to his toy chest. Rummaging for a minute, he came back with a large roll of silver duct tape.

"Actually, I'm doing you a favor. This way you won't even be tempted to ask for anything, with your mouth taped shut.

Stand up."

With tears in her eyes, Emily carefully stood, wincing slightly as her bandage shifted. Mark peeled off a piece of the tape, cutting it with his teeth. He pressed it firmly across her beautiful lips, so that their outline was visible through the silver tape.

"You look hot," he observed. "I think I'll use more of it on you." So saying, he peeled off another piece and pressed it across one nipple. Then the other was covered and he stood back to admire the effect. Both nipples had hardened beneath the tape and they poked prettily against it.

"Do you need to pee, darling?" Mark asked her, his face a mask of concern.

Emily of course couldn't respond with words, but she nodded her head.
"Well, isn't that just a shame?" he said, his eyes glinting evilly. "Because you can't. That will be part of your punishment. But just to make sure—" He paused to rip off another, longer piece of tape with his teeth. Emily realized what he was doing and she started to back away, her eyes wild with anxiety.

"Stay right where you are, cunt!" Mark shouted and she stopped at once, freezing like a cornered animal. "Now spread your legs." She obeyed him, the tears now spilling from her eyes. Mark pressed the duct tape between her legs, covering her delicate pussy from shaven mons to asshole.

Emily had difficulty walking with the tape sticking to her pussy lips, coupled with the shifting dressing on her bottom.

Mark allowed her to go slowly as he led her into the kitchen.

Again she was forced to lie on her belly under the kitchen table, her arms cradling her head.

Silent tears trickled down her cheeks as she lay, miserable and hungry, while her cruel master obliviously enjoyed his meal. When he was done he said, "And now for the punishment." Emily started in horror at his words. Hadn't this been punishment enough? To have this tape sealing her mouth, pressed onto her nipples and stuck onto her tender pussy lips?

Mark helped his slave girl to stand. Gently he wiped away her tears with his fingers. "My poor baby," he crooned to her.

"I wish you would learn more quickly how to be a proper slut.

Then I wouldn't have to do all these things to you. You do understand that, don't you, darling? That this is all your
doing? If you took my seed like you should, I wouldn't have to starve you, and tape your pretty little cunt, now would I?"

His tone was so solicitous, but she knew he didn't mean a word of it. No matter what she had done or how she had behaved, he would always find a way to punish her. "But you don't answer my direct question. Where are your manners, cunt girl?" He feigned anger for a moment, and then laughed, saying, "But of course, you can't answer, can you? Not with that duct tape sealing your luscious mouth. And this, then, will be the punishment." As Emily stood in front of her master, he gripped one edge of the tape and pulled it quickly from her face. Emily gasped and her hands flew up to her face. It stung a little but she barely noticed, so relieved to have the hot confining material off her mouth.

But the nipples were another story. "Put your hands behind your back, holding each elbow." Reluctantly, Emily did as he commanded. This posture caused her pretty breasts to jut forward, so that the taped nipples were offered up to her master.

Cupping one breast with his hand, he used his free hand to get a corner of the tape up. In one quick movement, he pulled the tape free from her skin. Emily cried aloud this time.

The nipple and the skin that had been covered by the tape were reddened, but not damaged. It felt as if she had been cropped where the tape had been. The second nipple was worse, because she knew what to expect. As the tape was ripped from her flesh she cried out in pain. At least it was quick. She longed to cover her sore nipples with her hands, but she didn't dare take them from behind her back. "Very
good, slave. You handled that well. Now for the final piece of tape."

"Oh, please!" She hadn't meant to speak. It just slipped out. She was terribly afraid of his pulling off that particular piece. It was bound to hurt far worse than the others. At least she had no pubic hair to pull, but her pussy lips were delicate and sensitive. She was trembling, though she still stood with her elbows firmly grasped behind her.

"You
dare
, cunt? You dare to beg when you are standing here in disgrace? Do you want to make it ten times worse for yourself? Shall I starve you for another day? Shall I cover your entire body with tape and then slowly rip it off until you are raw? Stand there with grace and take the final part of your punishment. Without a whimper. Without a plea. You can do it, Emily. I know your limits. Prove it to both of us now. Take it, for me."

And she did. She stood there, upright, arms behind her, breasts proudly displayed, while he took hold of a corner of the sticky silver tape and ripped it from her cunt as the gold hoop swayed and strained against her thigh. Her mons and lips were red, as if they had been cropped or slapped. Emily's eyes were closed, her head hanging down.

"Look at me," Mark commanded. Emily's head moved slightly, but she didn't respond as ordered.

"I said, look at me," he said again, this time taking her chin with his hand and forcing her head up. Emily's eyes opened for a moment, and then her lids fluttered back down, as her head fell forward. Her knees buckled and the poor
woman fell slowly to the floor, crumpling down on legs that would no longer hold her.

The lack of food and water, the lowered resistance from her brand, the humiliation and fear from the tape removal—it had all proved too much for the slave girl. As Mark scooped her up into his arms, she sighed sweetly, snuggling her head sleepily into his chest. He couldn't know that she was lost in her own dreams of cinnamon and silk. He foolishly thought the sigh was for him.

Emily awoke to the trilling sound of birds singing in the trees. The sun was spilling out over the few puffy clouds, smearing the sky in golds and pinks. She stretched and sighed, falling back into the soft pillows. Mark was already up, as usual. He always rose before she did and could usually be found in his study bowed over his computer, lost in concentration.

To her surprise, Mark walked in just at that moment.

"Good morning, beautiful girl. Today's the day. You've healed enough to see how the design will set permanently. I want you to see it." He held a large hand mirror, which he brought to the bedside.

Emily sat up expectantly. As the scabs had fallen off, and the pain diminished, she had often felt the ridged skin that was her brand, but to date he had not allowed her to look at it. She found she was very curious, even eager, to see what he had wrought upon her flesh with fire and steel.