Obsession - Girl Abducted (4 page)

Mark laughed and spun her around again. He pulled her arm up sharply and Emily screamed again. Much stronger than she, Mark easily lifted Emily up onto the little raised platform that held the St. Andrew's Cross he'd bought just for her. As she faced the cross, he raised her arms high and snapped her manacles to the clips attached to the cross. She struggled to no avail, pulling hard against the cuffs. Releasing the hobbling chain, he attached her ankles, spreading them wide.

While she cursed him, still struggling, he slapped her still-reddened ass a few times, and then his hand slid down to her spread slit. Licking a finger, he slid it deep into her open pussy. She gasped but was completely powerless to resist him. He finger-fucked her for a minute, loving the feel of her velvet cunt in his hand.

Mark stood back to see his handiwork. He had to admit she looked breathtakingly lovely, attached by her wrists and
ankles to the St. Andrew's cross, arms and legs spread wide, her ass and cunt invitingly displayed. For several minutes he just stood and touched her perfect ass—cupping the cheeks, letting them drop, savoring the heat from the aborted spanking. He would make her much hotter than that before the night was through.

She was still whining and yelling and all that noise was becoming tiresome. Retrieving a ball gag, Mark attached it around her head, forcing the ball between her jaws. He liked the contrast of the bright red ball next to her creamy skin and dark blue eyes.

Mark got down a large flogger from the wall. He brought it to the bound woman and held it up for her to see. Emily's face was turned sideways, her face pressed against the wood of the cross. He thrilled to the look of fear in her eyes as the whip came near.

She was tightly secured and couldn't escape the lash. Still, he would be careful, as this was certainly her first whipping.

Again he reached down and touched her pussy. It was still dry. Well, he would fix that. He knew how to arouse a woman. Licking his finger again, he slid it into that delicious cunt a few inches and then withdrew it. He began to make little concentric circles on her pussy, honing in on the little hooded clit. He rubbed and then moved slowly back to the still-dry love hole. Licking his finger, this time savoring the spicy-sweet scent of her juices, Mark reinserted the finger, pushing it in all the way. He felt her muscles clamp down.

Was that involuntary or did she like what was being done to her? It really didn't matter because he had no intention of
stopping. He finger-fucked the bound and helpless woman for several more minutes, alternating between entering her cunt and rubbing and pinching her clit. The slut was getting wet!

Thrilling to his task, Mark knew he would whip that sluttish desire to a frenzy. He would take her to heights, and depths, she had never dreamed of. "I'm going to whip you now," he whispered into her ear, causing the young woman to jump.

She started to whimper again against the hard rubber ball filling her mouth. Mark decided to remove the gag; he wanted to hear her scream.

Once he unbuckled and released the ball gag Emily at once begged him to let her go. Mark silenced her by reminding her he had a gun. Of course he had no intention of using it, but she couldn't know that.

Mark began to whip her, using a heavy, soft flogger made up of many soft strands of suede, twisted and braided together at the handle. First the strands merely caressed her back. For several minutes he gently massaged her flesh with the whip, enjoying the contrast of black whip, white flesh and her burnished chestnut brown hair.

Mark decided to remove his own clothing so he wouldn't have to worry about it later. Emily wasn't able to turn her head, so she didn't know he was standing just behind her, stark naked, his large, thick cock perpendicular to his hard, flat stomach.

Mark brushed the soft leather strands across his erect penis, shivering slightly as he did so. As Emily's breathing slowed to something nearer to normal, he let the first real
sting land on the fleshiest part of her bottom. She flinched and yelped.

"There now," Mark crooned, barely able to contain his excitement. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? Your first whipping and you are doing quite well, my love." As he spoke he let the lashes land several more times in succession over her ass and thighs. It felt so wonderful to whip her! He had whipped women before, but none of them had been Emily.

They had all wanted to be whipped. This was so much more exciting, to be taking her by force.

Of course Mark was certain it was every woman's fantasy to be kidnapped, raped and ravaged. Emily was just doubly lucky that Mark, who actually loved her beyond all scope and reason, had been the one to steal her away. As his thoughts drifted along in this vein, Mark began to whip Emily in earnest. Her skin reddened beneath the stinging leather. Her breathing became ragged and fast as she cried and yelled with each stroke against her virgin flesh.

Tired at last, Mark dropped the whip and draped his own naked body against hers. His cock was sandwiched between the top of her ass and his own body. He would have to make her wear high heels next time, so his cock could nestle right into the crack of that perfect ass. For now he contented himself with rubbing up against the heated flesh. He could have come right then, but he had something else in mind.

Releasing Emily from the cross, Mark forced the now sobbing woman to her knees. Holding her tightly by the hair, Mark said, "Emily, stop crying, you stupid girl. I know you loved your whipping, you little whore. I felt your wet pussy.
You can't hide that from me now, slave girl. That pussy is mine now. All mine. I own it. In fact, you will ask permission for everything, even to pee."

As he spoke, Mark knelt and cradled the still whimpering woman in his arms. He soothed her, gently smoothing her hair and her cheek. Slowly she quieted as he dried her tears with his fingers. "Shh," he whispered, holding her against his chest. When she had calmed somewhat he lifted her to her knees and stood before her.

"Now, before we go to the bathroom so I can watch you piss, I want you to suck my cock. I bet you're good at it, you little slut." Emily started to resist, to pull back, but Mark was too quick for her. Grabbing her by the hair, he forced Emily's face down onto his cock. Guiding her head with both hands, he didn't stop until he had slid his cock down her throat.

Emily was pulling back, coughing and spluttering, but Mark wasn't going to be fooled by her feeble protestations. She had probably sucked off that bastard Rutherford, or was planning to, when they met up for the movie shoot. Well, the movie was off. All bets were off now. He would be the only one to shoot his seed down her throat.

After several minutes of astonishing pleasure, Mark pulled Emily's head back and allowed her to gulp some air. She started to speak, her eyes pleading, but he was impervious.

Slowly but inexorably, he slid his cock back into her throat. In and out, holding himself back to sustain his pleasure, Mark fucked Emily's face, holding her head by fistfuls of dark hair.

All too soon, he felt that delicious tightening sensation in his balls. He could feel his come spurting in wave after wave
down her open throat. He held her close, her face mashed against his pubic bone, until he was spent.

As he let her go, Emily fell back onto the floor, coughing and gasping. Mark helped her to her feet and, after re-securing the little chain between her legs, led her into the bathroom. After he lovingly washed her face with a warm wet cloth Mark said, "Do you need to pee, little girl?" Emily shook her head, not meeting his eye.

"Well, I want to see you pee. You'd better have something to drink then." Mark led her into the kitchen, stopping at the bedroom to pick up his robe. Emily was still naked except for the iron and chains that forced her to take hobbled steps.

Opening the refrigerator, Mark took out a large bottle of champagne. As he popped the cork, he grinned and said, "To us." He poured them each a large goblet of the bubbly wine.

"Drink up," Mark said, and Emily drained the glass. Courage in a bottle, Mark thought, grinning.

Mark had Emily wash the dishes while he watched her.

Then it was time to watch her urinate. The idea excited him.

Not so much that she was peeing in front of him, but the power it implied. He had control over every aspect of her existence, even her bodily functions.

"Ok, Emily," he announced. "Now it's time to pee for your master. Are you ready?"

"No! Please. This is crazy. Please don't make me do this."

She looked pleadingly at him, entreaty in her face.

"Stop it!" Mark interrupted. "First of all, let's get something straight at the outset. You are never, I repeat,
never
—to say the word 'no' to me. I know you aren't used to me yet, and
you aren't used to my expectations. But you can learn that one fact real fast, and you damn well better if you know what's good for you. You don't have options. You don't have the right to refuse. If I hear 'no' from you again, I'll make you wish you had never been born. Got that, cunt?"

Emily didn't answer. But she didn't protest either. She looked mutely at the floor, biting those lush lips in an unconscious gesture of nervous fear. Mark let the fact that she didn't respond pass. He was more interested in watching her comply with his instructions.

"Now do what you've been told. And don't get all shy on me, for God's sake! You've been naked for hours. I have touched every part of you and examined every beautiful detail. I've fucked your hot little cunt and come in your mouth. I've had you over my knee and chained to a cross.

What's left to hide? Get into the tub. I want you to squat here and pee so I can see it. Go on. Do I have to get the goddamned gun?"

Emily's hand flew involuntarily to her mouth. But she obeyed him at last, climbing carefully into the large white tub.

She spread her legs, squatting a little, her face suffused with color to a deep pink. Mark smiled and turned on the sink faucet. "Maybe this will help," he laughed as the sound of tinkling water hit the sink.

Emily stood looking miserable, her face hidden in her hands. "Come on, girl. We haven't got all night. I know your bladder has to be bursting. Let's go. After this you can go to sleep." Emily, still looking down, seemed to be trying this time. At last a little spurt of liquid sprayed from between her
spread thighs. The warm urine hit the porcelain and slid down toward the drain. Her face was flushed crimson but she continued to empty her bladder.

"Good girl," Mark smiled at her. "Good girl. Now wash yourself and come to bed. I'll wait for you right here."

"The cuffs?" Emily held out her hands, beseeching him with her eyes to remove them.

"Get used to them, slave girl. They won't be coming off.

They're rust proof, don't worry. Just think of them as jewelry.

Now wash up. I'm tired."

Mark pulled the shower curtains, allowing Emily her first moment of privacy since her abduction early that morning. He realized as he slumped on the toilet seat that he was exhausted. This had been the biggest day of his life and he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before either.

Plenty of time to use his captured treasure. A good night's sleep and he would be fresh and ready to begin the process of enslaving his beloved, of claiming not only her body but her heart and soul as well.
CHAPTER Three

As the sun streamed in through the curtain lace Mark yawned and stretched. Emily shifted and groaned at his feet.

She was curled at the foot of his bed. As memories of their first night together flooded through his mind, Mark prodded the still sleeping young woman.

"Emily! Wake up, slave girl! My cock needs attention."

Feeling her soft flesh against his toes was so delicious. He felt his cock stiffen into full erection.

"Help me. Oh God, someone help me!" Emily was moaning under the sheets, beginning to thrash in a panic.

"Darling," Mark soothed, as he pulled her up next to him.

Emily fought him, pushing against him with shackled wrists, the chain hitting against his chest. Mark grabbed her wrists and held them tight. As she came fully awake she stilled, held tightly in his strong grasp.

"Stop it! This won't do you any good at all! Accept your lot, slave. You have been set free from the world that feeds off your fame and talent. Now all you ever have to worry about is serving me! I am your master."

Emily seemed to have calmed, held tight in his arms. She was staring at him, as if only now remembering fully what had happened to her in the past day and night. "You won't get away with this," she hissed at him.

Feisty little wench, he thought, smiling to himself. "I have already," he replied. "The deed is done. And now it's time for
you to accept it and deal with it." Emily turned her head away, glaring angrily out the window.

Her gesture of defiance irritated him. "This isn't a game,"

Mark said, grabbing her by the hair, forcing her to turn back toward him. "I know you hate me right now and that's regrettable. But I love you. I adore you. I've waited a lifetime for you. I will never, ever, let you go."

Emily didn't speak. Her eyes were closed now, as if she could escape in some small measure by refusing to look at him. Mark decided to let this pass. His cock was rigid, pressed hard against her thigh. "Now, do as you're told. Suck my cock like your life depended on it. Because guess what? It does."

He pressed her down, forcing her to comply with his command. In his strong arms she had no hope of resisting.

Forcing her head down to his cock, he slapped her cheek. As Emily gasped, Mark shoved his erect cock into her mouth.

Maybe the shock had partially worn off, maybe she just figured she didn't have much to lose, but Emily did something that stunned her new "master". She bit his penis, hard.

Mark yelled with pain and surprise as he instinctively pushed her from his body. Blind fury flooded his brain as a hand slipped down to massage the tender flesh of his cock.

Without stopping to think he smacked Emily across the back of her head. She rolled off the bed and began to scramble to her feet, trying to run with the short chain swaying between her ankles.