Obsession - Girl Abducted (8 page)

Lifting her into his strong arms, he carried the huddled girl, still gagged, into his bedroom and on into the closet. She didn't even protest as he lay her in the dreaded cage.

Unbuckling her gag, he shut and locked the cage, leaving his broken angel alone in the dark.
CHAPTER Five

Mark rose with the sun, heading for the closet to check on his charge. She was awake, curled into a corner of the cage, leaning against the bars. Mark unlocked the little door and helped her out. The welt across her sex was red and oozing slightly. Mark carried her to the bathroom. After she had peed, this time in the toilet, he lifted her into the bath and poured warm water in the tub. Emily gasped as the water reached her tender, welted flesh.

As gently as if he were washing a child, Mark carefully soaped the wounded area. He hoped it wouldn't permanently scar her. "I'm sorry," he whispered to her. "I never meant to hurt you, my darling. Not like this." Emily said nothing, but then she rarely spoke.

Mark carefully helped her from the tub and dried her as if she would break if touched with too much force. He brought her a warm flannel robe that was patterned with bright yellow sunflowers against a deep blue background. Emily wrapped it around herself with a grateful expression.

"Let's eat something," Mark said. They walked to the kitchen, where Emily knelt beside the table without being directed to do so. Mark didn't secure her hands behind her back. They lay folded demurely in her lap as he fed her from his chair. Today he had sweet red strawberries that he fed her with his fingers.

Emily ate the offered berries, licking the juice from her lips. He loved to watch her sensual mouth as she took the
fruit from his fingers. He gave her all he had and would have continued if he had more. He made some toast and fed her that as well, between swallows of hot sweet tea.

I love you, Emily, he wanted to say. Until now, he hadn't cared that she couldn't possibly love him. Indeed, she certainly hated him. He had stolen her away from her life of fame and luxury. She was his slave, his prisoner, his unwilling captive. Again he told himself what he had told himself a thousand times over the past glorious week. Just to be with her, even if she despised him, was enough for Mark. He gazed at her tenderly, not aware she was looking at him as well, glancing up through her long dark lashes into his face.

"Excuse me, Mark," Emily started to speak, but cleared her throat when her voice came out with a rasp.

"Yes?" Mark looked startled. He loved it when she called him Mark. Usually she called him sir, but sometimes, when she seemed almost happy, she would call him Mark.

"I know you haven't asked me anything, but may I speak?"

"Yes, go ahead." His heart was pounding, though he had no idea what she was going to say.

"How long are you going to keep me here?"

Mark didn't respond. He felt an actual pain in his chest, as if something had snapped. He looked at her, his lips pursed in thought. He was silently cursing himself for being so stupid as to imagine she had been going to say something nice; something positive.

He had planned for two long years to abduct her. He had used his considerable brainpower and ingenuity to track her
every move and determine the best way to steal her away from the world. And now he'd kept her here for a week, completely at his mercy and no one knew where they were, no one else in the world.

Somehow his dreams included a happily ever after, but as he sat looking down at her, he was finally beginning to admit that maybe that would never happen. He felt an irrational rush of rage rising into his consciousness. Why couldn't he have her forever? Why couldn't he keep the slave he was destined to love for eternity?

Emily must have seen the change in his features, the look of anger clouding his features.

"Please," she said nervously. "Please, I'm sorry. Don't be angry." She was clearly afraid of him, as she should be. In his anger he forgot his tender feelings toward her.

He dispensed a forgiving backhand wave. "Permission to speak is now over," he said gruffly. Well, he couldn't have her love, but he certainly could have her body. "I think I'd like to whip you. You haven't had a good whipping for a while. That caning last night doesn't count. I still owe you a caning, in fact. We never really got started."

Yes, he would cane her, this time properly. He could bind her so that she couldn't swing and get out of her punishment so easily. Pulling her to her feet, Mark led the now trembling young woman back to the playroom. Methodically, without speaking, he stripped her of her robe and attached the heavy metal collar around her neck. He led her to the cross and forced her to face it. He clipped her wrists and ankles into place. Oh God, her ass was so perfect. There were even two
little dimples, one above each round buttock. He moved against her, pressing his rising cock against her body. Today he wouldn't gag her. He wanted to hear her screams.

Mark took the cane from its place on the wall. He bent it down at both ends as he walked slowly behind his slave. Her cheek was resting against the smooth wood of the cross; her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Open your eyes, cunt," he said harshly. The pain in his chest was still palpable; he had to get over this silly sentimentalism. It wasn't fair to be angry with Emily because she didn't love him. He knew rationally there was no reason she should love him. She didn't yet understand the nature of his passion for her.

These thoughts calmed Mark somewhat, and he said more gently, "I'm going to cane you now, beloved girl. But since you are properly secured you won't be harmed."

"Please," she begged. Mark pulled off his clothing. He didn't want to be bothered later in case he decided to fuck her.

"Oh, how nice," he mocked, "You are asking politely for your caning." The cane sliced through the air, making a whooshing sound. It found its target on her soft bottom, which jiggled with the impact. Emily screamed and jerked but she was unable to get away from the cruel rod.

Ah, what a lovely pink line arose on her flesh. Another just here, and there. He brought the supple bamboo down again and again against her ass and thighs. Emily was screaming, begging for him to stop. Mark's cock was bobbing, a drop of precum hanging at the tip. His shaft felt as hard as the switch in his hand. Only because his need to fuck her now
outweighed his need to whip her, only because of that, did he grant her mercy.

Dropping the cane, he released the prisoner from her chains and she fell to the base of the cross, her hands covering her welted flesh. Mark fell on her, taking her wrists and raising them over her head. They were on the white floor, his body covering hers. He felt the heat of her tortured flesh against his cock and stomach. Rising to his knees, he lifted her body as well, positioning her so he could fuck her from behind.

Using his hands, he spread her pussy so he could slide his cock up into her. It slid in easily and the heat of her ass against him aroused him even further. As he fucked her hard and fast he suddenly realized what he had just experienced.

She had been wet! His cock had slid in without the usual tight resistance.

Emily was not shy and dry, but wet—slick with desire. He'd made her wet before, certainly, with his fingers, with his mouth. But never before from a whipping! At least not directly. Somehow, the caning must have aroused her! The thought that she might have derived some sexual or sensual pleasure from her beating sent Mark over the edge. He came, his face buried in her neck, his strong arms wrapped around her.

Entering the playroom, Mark whistled low and long with appreciation. Emily was perfect—her arms high over her head, her legs spread by the silver spreader bar he used to only fantasize about placing between her legs. She looked at him as he entered and looked down. She no longer pleaded to be set free. Perhaps she was finally accepting that this was her freedom. This was her life now.

"Today we are celebrating the completion of an important project for work. I should be getting a sizable check for this new program. Let's see," he said, forgetting all about his work as he moved over to a high narrow table where he had laid out some toys earlier that day. "I'm going to try something new with you, my love. It's time we turned you into a proper slut. I'm going to introduce a little dildo training. Would you like that, cunt girl?" She continued looking down, saying nothing. Mark came up behind her, jerking her head up by the hair. "Where are your manners, Ms. Hunter? I asked you a question."

"If it would please you, sir," she said hurriedly, a catch in her voice. Ah! What an excellent response. He was pleased.

Mark busied himself with the dildos he had selected for today.

He hadn't yet used any toys on his slave girl and was looking forward to it.

First was the large phallus shaped like a penis for her little pussy. It would definitely be a tight fit but he was sure she could manage, if she relaxed enough. He had a smaller one for her virgin asshole. Finally he brought out a diabolical little
device known as a penis gag. It was designed the same as the ball gag, but instead of a ball, it sported a small penis of soft rubber, complete with its own set of balls. The penis pointed inward, so when it was attached the shaft would go back toward the throat.

"I think I'll gag you first, little girl. I'm not in the mood to hear you whine and beg. I'm sure you can accommodate this without any trouble." Mark smiled as he said this. She'd accommodated his cock pretty well and he was quite well endowed. This phallus was much smaller but she wouldn't be able to get it out, either. He would have to be careful not to cut off her air supply.

Emily stared at the object and turned her head away.

"Come on," Mark laughed. "You know you can't get away that easy. Now open up." Mark forced Emily to take the little rubber cock into her mouth. As he buckled it around her head he asked, "Can you breathe, darling?"

Emily nodded, but he saw that her eyes were tearing from the penis resting so far back that the tip must be in her throat. Well, that would help desensitize her gag reflex relax, at any rate.

Next he took the smaller of the two remaining dildos and brought it close to Emily's bottom. She flinched and tried to twist away. Her movement was curtailed by the spreader bar that held her legs far apart. This was the first time Mark had focused on Emily's ass, other than whipping it. He'd been too busy exploring and torturing the rest of that luscious body.

Watching her obviously startled and embarrassed reaction, he regretted having waited so long.
"Stay still, sweetheart, and just relax. It will go much easier for you if you do." Emily jumped again, and squealed behind her gag when the plastic touched her puckered virgin opening. Mark laughed, shaking his head. "After all you've been through, to flinch like that from a little dildo! You silly girl."

He squeezed a small dollop of lubricant onto his index finger. Pressing gently but firmly, he inserted his finger into her bottom. Emily colored a bright pink, but there was nothing she could do—nothing at all.

After a moment, Mark removed his finger and this time he pressed the little plug into her ass. Emily was breathing hard through her nose, her breasts heaving. But she took it, right to the hilt, as he knew she would. What choice did she have?

Slowly he began to fuck her ass with the dildo. "I'm next, you know," he whispered in her ear. "I'm just opening you up. Next comes my big hard cock. Would you like that, Emily?

Would you like my big hard cock rammed up your ass?"

Emily, still flushed with embarrassment, started to shake her head, but stopped. That, after all, would be the same as saying no. Mark understood precisely what was going through her mind.

"That's right, Emily, you don't have the option of refusal.

I'm glad to see you are learning that at last. I know you don't want to be fucked in the ass. At least not now. But one day, Emily, one day, you will beg me for it. Mark my words, my little slave. One day you will kneel before me, spread your own ass cheeks and say, "Please, sir. Fuck me in the ass." As
he spoke, Mark rammed the little cock hard into Emily's ass.

She yelped behind her penis gag.

With a little pop, Mark withdrew the dildo from the humiliated woman's bottom. Dropping it into a plastic bag for later cleaning (he would have Emily do that) he chose his next instrument of fun, or torture, depending on one's outlook.

This phallus was markedly larger. It was a realistic replica of a penis, only it was a deep, translucent pink. It was made of soft rubber, which would make it easier for her to tolerate than a hard plastic. It was larger than a normal man's cock, and very long and thick.

As Mark showed it to Emily she looked frightened. Mutely she pleaded with him, her eyes dark and fearful. 'No, no, no!'

she seemed to be saying, though of course she wouldn't have dared, even if she weren't gagged with that cock. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" Mark laughed cruelly, responding as if she had spoken aloud. "You should
like
this, my little slut. Every woman's dream—to be fucked by a really big cock. Don't waste my time denying it."

Mark lubricated the huge cock and placed it between Emily's breasts. Dragging the tip, he moved it down her belly to her naked and spread pussy. Slowly, sensually, he dragged the tip onto her labia, moving it gently, teasingly, over her clit. Since Emily was chained to the spreader bar, her legs were spread very wide, leaving her cunt completely available for this exquisite torture. Mark slowly dragged the phallus from her clit, teasingly over her love hole, back to her asshole, then slowly to her spread cunt. Using his free hand,
Mark cupped Emily's pussy. He inserted two fingers. "Wet!"

he pronounced. "My little whore is wet! You want this, don't you? You're dying to be fucked by this big dick." It wasn't a question.