Obsession - Girl Abducted (3 page)

Turning back in his seat, Mark directed, "Keep your arms that way for a while, Emily. I like the way it looks." He continued down the highway, his eyes darting from the road to his mirror as often as possible.

Mark was no stranger to exerting his dominant sexual will with submissive slave girls, but up until now the exchange of power had been consensual. Over the years he had cruised the BDSM clubs in the city, easily finding submissive sluts eager to "play" with him. If they were attractive enough, he would take them to a hotel or let them take him back to their apartment, where he would whip and tease them until they were begging to be fucked.

Sometimes he'd agree to see them again, but not often.

For these women the experience had been a game—they "let"

him tie them down and spank them. They "let" him sexually humiliate them, simpering as they called him "Master". After a day, a week, a month, he invariably became bored and sent them packing.
Twice he'd picked up girls who weren't into the scene, introducing them to rough sex or a spanking without concern for their reaction. One of the women was outraged and threatened to press charges against him. The other turned out to be sexually submissive, her pussy gushing as he "raped" her. They dated a few weeks, during which she attempted to manipulate the sexual action between them, "topping from the bottom" until he'd completely lost interest in her.

He realized as he pondered his rather lackluster experience as a Dom that the missing ingredient was love. Without passion there could be no poetry. Without love, the intensity of a true exchange of power was diminished. Mark knew in his bones this time it would be different—for this time he would have his Emily.

An hour and a half later found them in the country. Mark maneuvered the car along an unpaved lane that dead-ended into a small converted farmhouse. "We're home!" Marked grinned in the rearview mirror at Emily, who was still half-naked and now hunched into a corner of the car. "Put on your jacket. There's no one around here but I don't even want those cows over there to see you. You're all mine now." Emily reached for her sweater and bra.

"No. Nothing else. Just the jacket." Emily did as he instructed. She hadn't said a word during the whole trip. With his gun at the small of her back, Mark led Emily over the threshold of the front door. "Welcome to your new home.

Well? What do you think?" He stood beaming at her as she looked around the large room that was comfortably furnished
with overstuffed chairs and a couch, in a semi-circle around a huge old stone fireplace. Mark was immensely proud of this room, which he had spent many weekends restoring, furnishing and decorating.

"Well?" he demanded, irritation spilling over into his voice.

Emily glanced down at the gun and stammered, "It's very nice. Is it yours?"

"It's ours, Emily! I keep telling you that." Emily didn't respond. He grabbed her arm and pulled her along down a narrow hallway that opened into several small rooms. "This is our bedroom," he said as he led her into a room almost completely filled by a large four-poster bed of dark pinewood.

It was heaped with old patchwork quilts. Hung above the bed were two whips, crossed in an 'X', placed over a large ringbolt secured firmly into the wall.

"Those are for you, sweetheart," Mark whispered, his voice suddenly husky. Emily's eyes widened. Ignoring her reaction, Mark said, "But wait till you see the real playroom!"

Taking her arm again, Mark dragged Emily farther down the hall to another room. Using a large skeleton key that hung on a hook beside the door, Mark unlocked the door and pushed Emily in before him. Emily's eyes grew rounder and rounder and she murmured, "Jesus," under her breath.

The room was white, stark white. Even the wooden floor was painted white. Along the entire length of one wall hung a vast array of whips, riding crops, chains, handcuffs, spreader bars, ropes and ball gags. Set against another wall was a large wooden chair with cuffs built into the legs and armrests.

There was a padded bar, perfect for bending a naked slave
over. Hanging from the ceiling was a large pulley device on which balanced a thick silver bar of steel, complete with its own handcuffs. A St. Andrew's Cross stood waiting, its built-in cuffs ready to secure his prisoner.

As Emily stared, Mark began to rattle on about the various devices in the room and how he intended to use them on her.

Emily slid to the floor, her head knocking the white wood as she fainted.
CHAPTER Two

Emily awoke with a start, her mind muddled. She was in a bed, her head resting on a mound of soft feather pillows.

When she tried to sit up she saw her wrists and ankles were bound in thick, hard black leather cuffs. Her ankles were chained together. Her wrists were attached to a long chain that lay loose on the bed. The chain was attached to a ringbolt in the wall behind her.

"Oh, God help me," she pleaded into the air, remembering everything in a rush of terror.

"It's too late for that." Emily jumped, startled at Mark's voice. He was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, staring at her. He had changed from the driver's uniform into faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt. "I own you now. I know you aren't very happy about it at the moment, but hopefully you will come to realize how much I love you."

"Let me go! You won't get away with this. People know me." Emily covered her body with her manacled hands as she spoke.

"Ah, but they don't know me. No one in New York knows me, except the people I work for, and as far as they know, I have retired to work out of my country home, due to being diagnosed with an incurable disease. There's nothing to tie you and me together. Nothing of mine is left in the city. I have vanished. And so, my love, have you."

"Why are you doing this? Are you crazy?" Her voice edged toward hysteria.
"Haven't I been telling you for the last several hours how much I love you? My love is very special, as you are about to learn. You see, I like control. Total and complete control."

Mark smiled slightly. "You don't yet understand. But you will—

you will."

Emily felt terror rising up in her, escaping through her lips in a scream. The cries were loud and shrill, blocking the sound of Mark's deep voice.

"Shut up! Stop it!" Mark yelled, but Emily couldn't have stopped if she tried. He stood from his chair and moved over her, slapping her across the face. After a sharp, stunned intake of breath, Emily just screamed louder.

"All right, then," Mark said, his mouth a thin line of determination. "If that's how you want to start out. I was saving this for later, but if you insist." He marched out the room and returned quickly with a bright red ball gag in his hand. Stepping over to the screaming woman, he began to secure the harness of the gag around her head. Emily jerked and pulled away from him.

Mark grabbed the chain that held her wrists and yanked it up, winding it through the ringbolt. Emily's arms were raised up and back over her head, as if she were stretching after a good night's sleep. He grabbed the chain between her ankles and pulled it up and over her body, also attaching it to the ringbolt. This forced Emily's legs up into the air, as if she were in a hospital bed, immobilized after a ski accident. But rather than being covered in a body cast, Emily was naked, her pussy pouting between her thighs.
Now that she was completely helpless and secured, Mark took his time attaching the ball gag around her head. As she screamed, he pressed the large red rubber ball into her mouth, effectively muffling her cries at last. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but Emily could no longer cry out her terror.

Oh, God, she looked so incredibly beautiful—so helpless in her bonds. Mark stood for a long moment, drinking in the sight of his naked prisoner, bound and pulled taut by her chains. Now that he actually had her just where he wanted her he had no idea where to start. Should he whip her first?

Or lovingly melt hot wax onto those perfect little globes, watching the hot liquid splash here and there, finally biting the nipple with its fire?

His cock was straining hard against his jeans. Reaching down, he unzipped his pants. Maybe he would fuck her first.

Claim her in that traditional manner before he set about claiming her soul. "Emily," Mark moaned. His voice was hoarse with barely controlled lust. Emily stared at him, her dark blue eyes wide over the candy red ball gag. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head fell back. She had fainted again.

Mark moved closer to the nude, bound woman. Bending over her slack body he carefully released and removed the ball gag from her mouth. Emily sighed slightly, though she remained unconscious. Mark stood back, watching her breasts gently rise and fall. She looked peaceful, as if she were just taking a nap. He released the chains that held her taut. As her limbs settled back to the bed, Emily's eyes slowly opened.
"Welcome back," Mark said, grinning at her. "You weren't out so long this time. You really need to get over this absurd fainting business. I might lose my patience and throw a bucket of cold water on you next time. Hmmm, that would be interesting..." He paused, looking into space, seriously considering the idea.

"Please let me out of these chains. I'm very uncomfortable." She said it sweetly, though her voice was trembling. Perhaps the woman was finally beginning to understand.

"If I let you out, you have to promise to cooperate! No more screaming, or that ball gag will become a permanent fixture." She was staring at him, her eyes dark and mistrustful. "Ah, Emily. Don't look so afraid. If you do as you are told, no harm will come to you.

"We'll start out simple. There are a few rules in my house.

The first one is this." As he spoke, he took out four small iron bracelets from the nightstand next to the bed. Pushing up the thick leather cuffs, Mark attached the bracelets around Emily's wrists and ankles.

Each bracelet had a clasp comprised of two small ovals.

When he snapped them shut, they were impossible to open without the aid of a special key that must be inserted into small hole created by the joining of the ovals. Next, he took a long, thin but very strong chain of silver, which he attached between the ankle bracelets, effectively hobbling Emily. He attached a similar chain, though longer, between Emily's wrist bracelets.
"These bracelets and chains symbolize your servitude. You will always wear them. You are now mine. My love slave, whom I will cherish and adore and never harm. At least not permanently." Mark grinned as he said this. Emily shuddered.

"Frightened, my sweet?" Mark grasped her nipple as he spoke, causing Emily to cry out. He still hadn't released her from the chains that were fastened to the ringbolt. "Oh, Jesus," Mark moaned, as his fingers continued to twist and pull at her nipple.

"I'm sorry, darling. I was going to wait, but I just can't anymore. I have to have you. Now." Mark pulled his clothes off and leaped across her, throwing his full weight against her. Emily cried out and tried to shift under him, but there was no escape. Mark's knee forced her thighs apart. His rock-hard cock pressed against her pussy. With one thrust he pushed himself inside her. Emily screamed. He hadn't given her a second to adjust to the onslaught.

He felt the delicious heat of her velvet walls contracting involuntarily around his cock. It held on as he eased out and then slammed back in. The rape was short-lived however.

Mark ejaculated almost immediately. The excitement of having the woman of his dreams was too much for him. He slumped against her, breathing in the scent of her perfume mingled with the acrid scent of fear. Lifting himself onto his elbows, Mark looked at Emily. Her face was averted, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Grasping her by the chin, Mark forced her face toward his.

"Open your eyes." When Emily didn't obey at once, Mark slapped her cheek. "I said, open your eyes!" Emily opened
her eyes, her face twisted in fear. "That's better. Now thank me. Thank your master for fucking you."

Emily didn't respond and Mark lifted his hand again to strike her. "Thank you," she finally managed to whisper.

"You're welcome, my love. Now we'll have some lunch."

He hadn't meant to whip her so soon, but really she'd given him little choice. If only she had cooperated more over his knee. Surely a grown woman could have handled a little spanking with more grace! All that wiggling and crying and trying to cover her ass had really annoyed him. The girl simply had no discipline.

She had lain docilely enough across his knee at first. He still had the pistol, just to assure her he meant business. Her body felt so warm and soft leaning against his jean-clad thighs. First he cupped and held those adorable little buttocks, massaging them in his hands. Then he smacked one cheek, not too hard. She jumped.

He smacked the other side, harder this time, and Emily yelped. Her cry excited him and Mark began to spank her in earnest, heating her skin with his hands. She started wriggling and trying to cover herself. Mark grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them out straight in front of her, holding them tightly.

He brought his other hand down again and again on her ass while she screamed and tried to squirm away from him. It was fun for a while, holding her wrists out and smacking that perfect flesh. His cock was painfully erect in his jeans, straining each time her body was thrust down upon it from the force of his hand. But she struggled too damn much.
He stood up and let the hapless girl tumble to the floor.

Before she could get her bearings, he hauled her up by the arm and flipped her around, her wrists caught up behind her, against his body. Marching her forward, he propelled her out of the room and down the hall. Time to have some serious fun.

Emily screamed, "Let me go! You bastard! Let me go!"

Ratcheting her arms up until she gasped with pain, he pushed her into the playroom and spun her around so she was facing him. Leaning down, he kissed her hard on the mouth. Her lips were so soft and full. He nibbled them gently, holding her tight in his arms so she couldn't resist him.

Emily tried to pummel his chest with her clenched fists.