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JESSICA’S ABDUCTION
Chapter Three
Again there’s total quiet. The twine stretches, flexes, tugs at her nipples, clit. The cushions underneath her give just enough relief as to let her arched body relax on the bed. Pain, pleasure resonates thru her mind. His words, his thoughts ring true, already. The constant pressure from the cords stretching at the studs piercing her most sensitive flesh seems to be causing mixed sensations. The only real pain seems to be from her numbing arms fastened behind her back, and it’s fading to a dull ache.
She lays, quietly, almost calmly, waiting for his return, his threat, promise of what he’s going to do to her next. She still struggles with her thoughts, ranging from fear, to being almost sublime. She still can’t understand the obvious urge she can’t control at times to have an orgasm. Why can’t she control that?”
She senses the door opening, hears footsteps, voices.
“She was delivered this morning… They had her for the usual week… Took care of the pierces… Began her discipline routines... All the normal stuff.
She hears her abductor speaking as he steps toward her
“Yes… Yes of course…… Huh!… How long you have her like this?”
Jessica hears another, slightly accented, more sinister voice as she feels the twine fastened to her right nipple being twisted, jerked.
“Oomph!” She can’t help a muffled groan as her breasts stretched, twisted, arching her upwards, off the mattress.
“Christ sake… You know better then to touch my property like that!… Knock it off Damn it!”
She again hears the familiar voice, the cord instantly slacken “Okay… You’re… You’re right… Sorry… But tell ye what… She does have a hell’ov a body… What a rack!… Just like they said!” The other voice again. “What ye say I climb between those legs right now?… Try her out… How much for her right now?… You don’t even have to train her before you put her up for bid… I’ll take her right now!… Use her round the clock as a sex slave!”
Jessica feels her heart racing as she comprehends she’s being negotiated for. The voice frightens her, she thinks to herself…It’s unlike her Master’s… Then, her mind races again… Master’s?… She’s thinking of her abductor as being her Master???
She feels a familiar hand sliding down the outside curves of her right side as her body reflexively twitches, she remains calm, silent.
“Don’t insult me… You wanted to see her… You got it.” Again the familiar voice. “Let’s go.”
“Okay… But you got to promise me.” Again the accented voice. “When the bidding opens… I’ve got deep pockets… Keep me in mind.”
She hears the door open, close. Again there’s total silence, darkness. She lays there, heart pounding, breasts rising, lowering as the twine stretches at her nipples, flexes with each breath. The conversation burns thru her mind, over and over…. Try her out!… A bid?… Sex slave!… What’s going to happen to her?… When?”
Time passes as she lies there…. Slowly… Minutes… Maybe an hour… Maybe two. She floats between consciousness, sleep, still thinking, worrying, wondering, and waiting.
The door again opens and closes. She hears a chair sliding beside the bed.
“Awake?”
It’s his voice. “Yes… Yes Sir.” She hears herself answering, in an almost appreciative tone as she feels his hands reaching behind her neck, untying the scarf.
Pulled from across her eyes, she blinks, squints, the room’s shadowy, almost dark. She can barely make out his nude form, his eyes peering thru the narrow slits of a black mask as he stands over her, slowly, carefully untying the cords from her clit, then her left, right nipple studs.
Her body relaxes as her breasts, still jaunting outward; gently sway toward her sides as the gold studs catch just enough light to sparkle.
“Pardon the earlier visitor… He’s just a crude jerk… But… Also a typical Middle Eastern rich jerk.” He gently speaks in his even keeled monotone voice as he again massages her right thigh. “He’d been a client… A while back… Trying to be one again… Money’s no problem to him… Thinks it’ll buy anything… But I don’t particularly care to deal with him… And unless I get a submissive that deserves that fate… Well… Actually… He’s quiet the saddest!” He continues to massage her thigh as he adds. “He found out about you and was pissed they didn’t take you to him in the first place!… You don’t know it yet… But you’re lucky… Very lucky!… He’d a paid a lot more from the get go… His problem is he doesn’t know the line between discipline and torture… Get’s carried away… Doesn’t mind leaving scars… Physically… Mentally…. Evil… He’s just an evil human being!”
Sliding his palm up across her pubic mound, he rests it over her quivering navel, slides his thumb in a slow circle, around, into her indented bellybutton. “You won’t disappoint me… Force me to have to offer you to him… Will you?… Jessica?”
“Nooooo!…. Ohh Nooooo!… God… Please Sir!” Lying there naked, bound, babbling, tears welling in her eyes, she finds herself begging him, somehow, to be her protector.
“We’ll see then… We’ll see!” He answers as he flips a wall switch, illuminating light down across the bed, reflecting over her glistening, tanned body. “Well… It’s time to take care of your demerits for today… I figure about a baker’s dozen.” Holding out his hands, he asks. “Crop… Or strap?”
Her eyes darting from one hand to the other, she sees the same crop from the day’s earlier whipping in his left hand, a wide brown leather strap, not unlike a barbershop strap, in his right.
“Ohhh…. Ohhhh!…. The… The str…. The strap Sir!… The strap!” She stutters as she reflexively struggles with her arm restraints behind her back while unsuccessfully trying to squeeze her legs together. “God!… The strap!”
“Good choice!… That’s what I thought you’d choose... Now here’s the game.” He adds. “Each time I work a breast… Count… After you use a word for breast… And… It’s got to be a different word… Each time… The thing is… If you take too long… I’ll flick the strap between those thighs… Right across that clit stud!… Okay?… Ready?… Think of that visitor we just talked about… About him wanting something from me…Very badly!… You ready Jessica?… Push ‘em out!”
“Ye… Yes sir!” Her heart pounding, her bare chest thrusts upwards. Breasts quivering, thighs spread wide apart; she tries to brace for the inevitable. “Ready… Ready Sir!”
“Swap…. Thwack!” “Ohhhh… Tit…Tit sir!… One!” She stutters as her left breast flattens, bounces.
“Good Girl!” He calmly exclaims. “Swap… Thwack!” A back hand across her right breast echoes off the walls, flattens the stud into her impaled nipple.
“Aggh!” Booby…. Booby… Two sir!” She squeals as the strap leaves a wide red swath across her breast.
“Okay… That’s two!” He repeats. “Swap…Thwack!” The third slash flattens her right breast.
“Ahhh!… Ahhh Breast…Breast…Three… Sir.”
“Got me on that one!… I’ll give it to you though!” He exclaims with a grin. “Okay… That’s three… Ready?”
“Thwack!” The thick but subtle flat strap slams across both reddened breasts, glances away as her round globes smack together, bounce.“Gad!!!!… Oh…Ohhhh…Ahhh!………………………….”
Not quick enough!” He smirks as he flicks the strap underhanded.
“Smack!” The strap smacks between her thighs, covers her bare pubic mound, flattens her clit, leaves a bright red outline from just below her quivering belly button.
“Aggghhhhhh!…. Ohhhh…Mel…Melons… Melon sir… That’s four on… On my melons!… Ohhh God that hurts!”
“It’s suppose too!… Getting harder… Huh?” He adds with a grin as he steps a step closer beside the bed.
“Thwack!” Again both breasts taste the strap, both nipple studs pressing into her flattened areolas.
“Aggghhhhhh!… Ohhh!…. Jug…Jugs Sir…Jugs…That’s five!”
“Good… You’re right!… They’re big enough to be jugs!… Okay!… Five on the jugs!” He mimicks her with a smile.
“Swish… Thwaaaccck!” Another backhand lands across both breasts, the sound of the damp leather slashing across the rapidly beading sweat on her bare breasts again echoes in the room.
“Agghhhh!… Oh God!” Glancing down she watches her flattened breasts sway, bounce, stand up, glistening, bruising. She sees his arm lowering the strap toward her thighs. She rapidly thinks while stuttering. “That’s eh… eh… My rack!… Six across my rack… Sir!…Please… Please… Okay?”
Again he smiles, relaxes his arm, lowers the strap. “Good… Good job… We’re already halfway home… Want to rest a moment?… You earned it!… Give you more time to think of some more names for that rack!” Tilting his head down toward hers, he whispers, almost proudly, as he slips the crop into his left hand, slides his right hand, palm down, across her glistening pubic mound, toward her spread open slit.
“Ye… Ye… Yes… Please Sir!… Please!” She moans as she feels his fingers gliding down between her thighs, a fingertip flicking across the clit stud; stroke gently back and forth between her wet labia lips. “Ohh… Please… Yes please!” She moans as she feels her thighs twitch.
“Okay… How ‘bout this.” He adds as he continues to manipulate her quivering clit. A couple lashes across your pussy… To warm it up… Then I give you a good fucking?… Or… We can continue with the game?… Your choice.”
“Huh?… Ohhh… Ye… Yes!!…Yeesss!!!” Feeling her clit swelling, throbbing under his fingertip, she whimpers, moans, and bites her lip.
Closing her eyes she feels the tip of another finger sliding inside her wet vagina walls, her thighs quivering, the stirring inside her stomach, womb, that raw basic instinct, she finds her body pushing up, breasts swaying, wanting to be satisfied, finally. “Fuck me!… Whip me!!!… Then fuck me!!!… Please. Sir!… Now… Now… Now!!!” She grunts as she feels his hand sliding away.
“Thwack!!!… Thwack!!!” The strap slaps across her pubic mound, back and forth, almost gentle.
“Noooo.” She grunts as she forces her hips upwards. “God No!… Harder….Harder Sir!!!… My tits too!… My… My rack too!” She adds as she thrusts her chest upwards, her breasts spreading, swaying. “Then… Then fuck me… Make me cum!!!… Please!”
Thwack!!!… Whack!!!… Thwack!… Whack!!!… Thwack!!… Thwack!!!… Thwack!!!” Back and forth, up and down, left breast, right breast, thighs, vagina, breast, vagina, and vagina again, the strap slams across her drenched bare flesh.
“Ummphh… Agghhhh!…. Yeeeeeesssssss!!… Yesssssssssss!!… Oh God Yeeeessssss!!!” Her grunts, moans, squeals, echo across the room.
Her naked body uncontrollably jerks, shakes, quivers, rips at the ropes, shackles, bounces on the mattress as each lashing leaves an instant, bright red welt, the diameter of the strap. Her head rears back, her eyes rolling, hazing, squinting as she wheezes, and grunts with each powerful lashing.
Sweating himself, he watches her naked, sweat drenched body gyrate under him as the flailing leather flicks moisture across the bed, floor, and walls. The light glares down across them both, his muscles rippling, his thick, swollen shaft swaying between his thighs as her muscles, tendons, ligaments seem to compete with his as her naked body arches, flexes, her hollowed stomach rippling under her straining ribcage, her melon sized breasts bouncing, jaunting outward to accept the flat strap.
Tossing the strap across the floor he climbs, jumps across her spread thighs, falls on her naked body, grabs her braided hair, and jerks her face toward his. Her eyes, glazed, wide open, her mouth, lips parted, sweat, beads of sweat, crisscrossing down her forehead, cheeks, as she struggles to breath, forces her lips against his, slides her tongue into his throat. Sliding his hips between hers, in a single thrust he rams all nine full, thick inches completely between her thighs, into her wet, gapping slit, grinding across her clit stud, stretching her clit across his shaft into her slit. As the base of his shaft lifts her pubic mound upwards against his torso, she feels the spasms in her womb.
She can’t breathe; his mouth’s clamped down onto her tongue. His muscular body smashes down across her arched naked body, her breasts flattened under his chest, her impaled nipples scratching across his pecs. The pressure inside her stretched vagina walls adds to the uncontrollable spasms in her womb as the swollen head of his shaft presses ever deeper, consuming, and ramming. Her mind whirls.
“Oh God!!!… Oh God!!!… Oh GOD!!!… OH GOD!!!!” She grunts with each thrust.
As he pounds into her, he hears her ranting. He can’t help chuckling to himself… He thinks with amusement… She must be catholic!
Momentarily stopping, he remains motionless on her panting, quivering body. Their sweat mixes, runs in streams off their bare flesh, onto the mattress. Her head spins, she reflexively jerks in her bindings under him. She feels the eruption ready to burst inside her. She feels herself just on the verge… And he’s stopped!… She tries to arch, buck, anything. Shoving her breasts against his chest, clinching her thighs as tightly as her restraints allow, flexing her vagina walls around his already monstrous shaft impaling her, she struggles to cum.
Lying across her, he feels her frustration, her body trembling, her eratic breathing. He feels her trying to move, pump, and press against him. He still waits, for just a couple more moments. Then, he rears back, slowly. His shaft slides backward, four, five, six inches. Her hips rise, barely in their restraints, trying to keep contact. She grunts as her tongues still in his mouth. She feels his lips part, she breaths, just barely, just as she feels him pushing forward, hard, fast, and deep. His cock slams completely in, his pubic mound grinding against hers.
“Uuuumphhh!… Gaaaaadddddd!!!!” Her breath explodes from her lungs as his body slams across hers. Her breasts flatten against his chest as his shaft barrows deeper inside her. Again he quickly lifts up; again he slams downward, again and again, each time unbelievably deeper then before. Harder, faster, he strokes, lifts, falls on her sweat drenched body. His shaft seems to swell even thicker with each stroke as he rises up far enough each time that he can feel her puffy labia lips gripping the twitching head of his pulsing shaft.
Her entire body shakes, her eyes roll upward, her toes curl, her fingernails dig into her palms, she feels the eruption from deep inside her womb as she forces, thrusts her breasts even higher, against his chest. She feels the explosion thru out her vagina walls, just as his thick, hard shaft pulses, swells, his cum exploding inside her as both their bodies, jerk, twist, buck.
Again he lies still, breathing heavy, on her soaked, naked flesh. Her hips still twitch, her entire body quivering under his weight. Her breasts flattened under his chest, a trickle of blood oozing from a nipple stud drips down her ribcage, onto the soaked mattress. Their bodily fluids mix, ooze from between their wet, sticky thighs, also onto the mattress as he slides off, rolls over, off the drenched bed.
Standing, leaning over her, he lifts her face toward his by her matted braid of hair, kisses her firmly across the lips, and stares into her hazed, blank eyes.
“Tomorrow.” He softly addresses her as he reaches up, un-cuffs her wrists from behind her neck, fastens them to the front of the collar, chains the collar to the headboard. “Tomorrow you’ll be punished for cumming without my permission…. Understand?”
“Eh?…. Huh?” She answers as she feels him untying her ankles, allowing her thighs to somewhat close together. “Oh Yes… Yes Sir.” She mutters back, almost silently, not really caring, as she still feels the rumbling subsiding deep inside her, and realizing she just had her most incredible orgasm ever.
End Part three
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