Give or Take (Closed for Opensesame54321)

[StylusMaximus]

"Summer, you're about three minutes away from steak and potatoes," the man said. "Now take that dainty little finger and stroke my asshole while you jerk off my dick. I'm ready to cum, so get back to work."

 

[Opensesame54321]

This was so gross. She clenched her teeth and continued stroking his cock as she took her middle finger and began to run it around his anus. She couldn't believe that someone would actually want this done to themselves. She hoped that this would actually make him get it done. Apparently he did not have a job where he had to be. So he was able to spend his time in his sexual endeavors, whether on young ladies that didn't fancy him or having it done to himself by young ladies that didn't fancy him. She was a captive and had no say.

Surely he didn't expect her to keep rubbing his balls too. After all, she only had two hands. So now as she ran her right hand up and down his cock, doing some kind of weird twist on the tip. And with her left hand, she ran a finger around the man's anus. She had no way of timing the man but she felt that she had been doing it longer than 3 minutes. She kept her head down, not wanting to look at him or his body parts. The room was awfully hot despite the fact that she stood there naked.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man moaned loudly when Summer's finger slid down across his asshole. With her other hand, she stroked his cock very nicely. She even twisted her hand around the head, just like he asked.

He left her slippery fingers on his dick and another circling the rim of his asshole and he lost himself in the pleasure. His hips jerked upwards and his cock twitched.

"Watch it," he panted. "Watch me cum, Summer..."

His orgasm washed over him and the first jet of cum spurted from the tip of his cock, straight up in the air...

 

[Opensesame54321]

She thought of herself as a robot, just doing what the man wanted. Maybe this would have been different if this had been some guy that she really cared about. Instead of being kidnapped, of being held captive, of losing her virginity to a purple plastic penis instead of being made love to on her wedding night. If she ever got out of here alive, she knew that she would lose herself in her dance.

He suddenly jerked before he groaned and she heard him say, Watch it. Watch me cum, Summer...

She watched the white stuff shoot up in the air. She stepped back as it landed on the floor where she had just been standing. She hadn't been paying attention and she felt his seed hit her on her shoulder. The smell of it was strong, a scent she recognized from when he had deposited the same stuff down her throat.

Each subsequent shot was fired from a gun with less bullets in it, until the last bit oozed from his cock to trickle on the floor beneath the chair. Now, would he keep his word?

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man saw that Summer was watching the cum shoot out of his dick. He knew she had never seen that before and that excited him no end. She kept stroking his cock until the ropes of cum dwindled to a trickle. .

She stood there, holding his prick, one stream of cum trailing from her collarbone on to her left tit. It was quite an erotic sight. The man flexed his kegels and another drop of cum oozed out on to the tip of his dick.

He smiled at her. "Well done, Summer," he said. "You made me cum very hard. Could you feel my cock twitching in your hand? Ah, never mind. Let's get you that steak dinner."

He paused for a moment, then grinned. "Just one more thing, Summer," he said. "I want you to lick that drop of cum off the tip of my dick. Think of it as an appetizer."

 

[Opensesame54321]

Well done, Summer. You made me cum very hard. Could you feel my cock twitching in your hand? Ah, never mind. Let's get you that steak dinner. Just one more thing, Summer. I want you to lick that drop of cum off the tip of my dick. Think of it as an appetizer.

'And then a quick trip to the vomitorium.' The thought ran through her head. She knew that's not what really happened at a vomitorium, but... Damn the man!

She bent over and licked the scummy end of his cock. She turned loose of him and went into the bathroom to clean up, washing his seed off her body. She got a handful of water and swished it in her mouth, rinsing out the taste of him. She was tired and hungry.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man's cock twitch one last time when Summer lapped the cum off the tip. Then she ran to the sink and began swishing water around her mouth.

He laughed. "Don't worry, Summer, it's an acquired taste."

He opened the door and left it open, then picked up the food tray.

"Follow me back up to the white room," he said. "You were a good girl and made me cum, so you get to stay in the white room tonight. I'll even go reheat your food for you and get you some pajamas."

He walked up the stairs, carrying the tray. At the alcove, he opened the door to the white room and swung it open for her. Once she was inside the white room, he closed the door behind him, claimed the second flight to his apartment, and reheated her steak and potatoes. He also grabbed a pitcher of lemonade and added it to the tray.

He made his way back downstairs and opened the door to the white room. He placed the tray on the dresser and looked at her.

"I'll go get you some underwear and pajamas," he said. "What size are you?"

 

[Opensesame54321]

Don't worry, Summer, it's an acquired taste.

Her life was no longer her own. She heard the door out of the room open, but it didn't close and she peeked out, seeing it wide open and the man holding the tray.

Follow me back up to the white room. You were a good girl and made me cum, so you get to stay in the white room tonight. I'll even go reheat your food for you and get you some pajamas.

She was almost afraid to follow him, afraid that it might be a trap, afraid that she would wind up again strapped to that chair. She grabbed the stuff that he gave her for the itch and took a chance. He was even gonna let her wear pajamas? Really?

She followed him back up the stairs where he held open a door. Inside was the white room. She almost wanted to cry. It was almost like a homecoming, which was strange. She walked in the room, the bottles and tubes clutched to her naked breast. The door closed behind her and she was all alone. She just stood there, not sure what to do.

After a bit, the door opened and the smell of food almost made her cry again. He put the tray down and asked her,

I'll go get you some underwear and pajamas. What size are you?

She blanked for a moment, not expecting such a normal conversation. "Ah, it depends on who makes it." She gave him some sizes and moved like a sleepwalker over to the food. It smelled incredible.

She took a fork full of the potatoes, savoring them. She usually stayed away from potatoes, but she had not eaten in such a long time and she figured that it would be okay.

The knife cut through the steak and she sighed as she chewed it. This was heaven. Even the lemonade was just what she needed.

She became single-minded, focusing on eating all the food on the tray.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man walked upstairs to his guest room and opened the wardrobe. He looked through a couple of drawers and found a white satin camisole and matching panties.

He smiled. She is still a virgin after all.

He took a couple of items from the guest bath and headed back downstairs. He opened the door to the white room and laughed. Summer had already eaten everything on her plate and drunk the entire pitcher of lemonade. When he came in, she crossed her legs and folded her arms over her chest.

Still modest, I see.

He placed the underwear on the bed. "These should fit you fairly well," he said. He held up a bath bar and another tube.

"This soap is for sensitive skin, so maybe we can avoid any more itchy unpleasantness," the man said. "This is a cooling gel and an anti-inflammatory, so you can rub it on, or in, your pussy and asshole if they're feeling a little sore."

It's also a very, very slippery lubricant, Summer, he thought. Not that that would be of interest to you.

He smiled and left her alone.

 

[Opensesame54321]

She was hungry. Really hungry. Really, really hungry. She didn't slow down once she got started until every bit of food was gone and she was finishing up the last of the lemonade. The steak was delicious, as was the potatoes. And the lemonade was just what she needed. She was just finishing up the tart drink as he entered back into the room. She sat the glass down and did try to cover herself up from his gaze as he placed the underwear on the bed and held several things up for her to see.

These should fit you fairly well. This soap is for sensitive skin, so maybe we can avoid any more itchy unpleasantness. This is a cooling gel and an anti-inflammatory, so you can rub it on, or in, your pussy and asshole if they're feeling a little sore.

She swallowed hard and nodded. "Thank you, sir." She figured that she ought to at least thank him for that. She had seen just how hellacious he could make her life. He smiled and left her locked in the white room.

She took the stuff and headed into the bathroom. Knowing that no matter what she did, there was no privacy, meant that it didn't matter what she did. And she guessed that he had seen all she had anyway.

She filled the tub with water as hot as she could stand it before sitting in it and crying as she washed herself. She stayed in the bath until the water started to cool before climbing out and drying off. Then spent a good 30 minutes covering her skin with the gel that he gave her. She didn't feel like exploring her new sexual side. She was tired. Instead she slipped on the camisole and panties and slipped between the sheets. Turning her face to the wall, she was soon asleep.

 

[StylusMaximus]

"Thank you, sir."

This was the first time the man could remember Summer speaking to him politely, and she even called him "sir."

Interesting.

The man went back upstairs to his apartment and crawled into his own bed. Soon, he and Summer were both asleep, separated by a flight of stairs and a state of the art security system.

*****

The next morning, the man rose, showered, and dressed in a suit and tie. He made bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee, and placed them on a second tray. He then added two water bottles and took the food and drink downstairs to the white room.

Summer was fast asleep in her bed when he entered the room. He placed the tray on the table, then went and sat beside her on the bed. She was laying on her side, breathing deeply. She had kicked most of the covers off during the night. The man smoothed his hand along the back of her thigh, slowly letting it travel upward.

He squeezed her bottom gently, one cheek, then the other, then let his fingers slide inside her satin panties. His cock swelled as he felt the bare flesh of her ass, his fingers moving between her legs. He slowly and softly began to rub Summer's pussy and asshole, making long, slow strokes from her clit to her anus, then back again.

The man smiled as Summer moaned in her sleep. With one fingertip, he traced a little circle around her clit. He wondered how long it would take before she woke up.

 

[Opensesame54321]

Even in her sleep the man dominated her. No matter where she turned, he was there. Haunting her. Her life no longer her own. She had always lived for dance. Now her dream wandered, making no sense. Her body starting to change, against her will. Dreaming of sex. She moaned as her dream turned sexual, back in the chair with the man playing with her body. Her body responding to him. She tried to tell him no, but in her dream, all that came out was "N-N-N-", soft and breathy in her sleep.

She awoke with a start, realizing that the man was in the room with her, his hand in her panties. She quickly sat up, trying to put some distance between the man and herself. She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms in front of her chest and her legs tucked under her. Blushing, she looked down, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes and still keep herself covered.

"M-Morning." Her tone was neither cheerful nor sullen. It was more like a question. She had not seen outside since she went to bed in her apartment, so she had no idea how many days had passed in captivity, whether it was raining, or the sun shone? Was it day or night?

 

[StylusMaximus]

"Good morning, Summer," the man said pleasantly. "I don't know if you're much for a traditional American breakfast, but I figured you would be hungry again, so I hope you can eat at least part of it."

He brought his fingers to his face and smelled her scent. "I will be out for a while today, Summer," he said, "but I'll return before long. In the meantime..."

He produced a small remote control from his coat pocket. "...this will operate the television on the wall there. Quite a few number of channels. If you like, I can bring you some books, or whatever else you need in here. Just let me know."

He stood up. "Anything I can bring you when I return?"

 

[Opensesame54321]

"Would it be possible to have leotard, tights and ballet slippers? I miss my dance." She didn't know if he would let her have them. And hopefully if he went to her house, maybe the police would catch him.

She looked over at the food. She was hungry and though it was a lot more than what she usually at for breakfast, she didn't know how long it would be before her next meal.

"Thank you for the food. I am hungry." She tried to give him a smile though it was hard and the smile was fleeting. She took the remote and held it in her hands. Now she would know how long she had been here and if there was anything about her on tv. The fact that he said breakfast told her that it was morning, so that was a start. But time was warped in here and she didn't know how many days. But since she was a creature of habit, the people at the repertory knew that she would never miss a rehearsal, especially with a performance upcoming.

She waited for the man to leave before she moved.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man walked upstairs, chuckling.

She wants her ballet slippers, he thought. Okay.

He looked on his computer and found a dance supply store that was nowhere near here or Summer's apartment or dance studio. He jotted down the address and then pulled up the windows showing the interior of the white room. Summer was sitting on the edge of the bed, eating her breakfast and watching TV.

The man smiled. He took care of his errands, then drove to the dance shop, telling the saleslady he needed a leotard, tights, and ballet slippers for his daughter. She helped him figure out the right sizes, flirting and touching his arm and laughing the whole time.

They walked to the checkout counter and he paid for the clothes with two twenty-dollar bills.

"That's wonderful that your daughter is so dedicated to her dancing," the saleslady said. "You and your wife must be so proud."

"Thank you, we are, although my wife and I divorced several years ago," the man replied.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that," she said. "But, uh... well, in that case, um... would you be interested in taking me to dinner tonight?"

"That depends," he said. "Would you be interested in me stretching out your asshole with my big hard dick?"

She gasped. "WHAT did you say to me just now?"

"Didn't think so," he said with a wink. And walked out of the store, leaving her wide-eyed in shock.

He drove back to his apartment, then went downstairs to the white room with the dance clothes. He opened the door and stepped inside.

 

[Opensesame54321]

As soon as the man left, she turned on the tv, went over and grabbed a plate and carried it back over to the bed, sitting on the edge as she flicked through channels. There was a lot of porn on here - surprise! - but she finally found a local channel. She knew that it was local because there she was on the screen, staring back at herself with the words "Local Ballerina Missing" underneath her picture. Apparently the police had nothing as they kept showing film of her dancing. Damn, couldn't they find something better than that one?

They interviewed her friends and people from the repertory company. They showed the outside of the studio, the outside of her apartment complex. They even managed to get her family in, Dad standing mutely by while her Mom cried and told how she was a good girl that had nothing to do with boys and was all about the dance. Showed that the dance tonight was being done in her honor! Shit! This should be her dancing tonight!

She finished the food and then spent time putting some of the gel all over her body, spending extra time on her genetials. If he noted it she would note that he seemed to scrub extra hard in those areas, would make sense that it needed extra goo. She put the underwear back on and sat down on the bed.

She was watching the news when the door opened and the man walked in carrying a bag.

 

[StylusMaximus]

"Good evening, Summer," the man said. "I hope your day was a little more pleasant than the last two."

He set the bag down on the bed.

"I wasn't sure exactly what you were looking for, but I took my best guess," he said. "I'm fairly certain everything is in your size, or close to it."

"Well go ahead, open it."

 

[Opensesame54321]

Good evening, Summer. I hope your day was a little more pleasant than the last two.

"Yes sir." Practically anything was better than the last two days. She watched as he sat the bag down on the bed.

I wasn't sure exactly what you were looking for, but I took my best guess. I'm fairly certain everything is in your size, or close to it. Well go ahead, open it.

She was a bit apprehensive, hoping it was what she had asked for. She peeked inside. There were pink leotards, pink tights, and pink ballet shoes. She was really interested in the shoes. Checking the size on the shoebox, she realized that she should have given him her size. They wouldn't work professionally but for her to do her stretches and barr work, they'd do.

"They are a bit too large but I can make them work. Thank you. I need scissors and needle and pink thread so I can prep the shoes." She held it up showing him the shoes in one hand and the elastic in the other.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man watched Summer as she inspected the clothes he had brought her. For a split second, he almost thought he saw the hint of a smile cross her lips. She said that they were a bit too large but that she could make them work.

"Why don't you try them on?" he said. "I'd love to see you in them."

 

[Opensesame54321]

Why don't you try them on? I'd love to see you in them.

She nodded, almost afraid to answer. She was excited and yet a bit scared though she was not sure why. Gathering up the clothes, she headed for the bathroom.

"A dancer always makes an entrance."

She closed the door and let out her breath, not realizing that she had been holding it. Quickly she removed the underwear she was wearing and sat down on the edge of the tub. This was what she was used to. She did this every day of her life. The leotard and tights were a bit thin and when she stretched them over her frame, it was possible to see dark shadows at her crotch and where her nipples showed. Nothing could actually be seen, just shadows. She was sure there was a shadow showing her crack too. The man would love this. Still, at least she wore clothes. Now, if he would just let her fix the shoes.

She opened the door, standing in the doorway. She walked in strong though lacking her shoes.

As she entered the room, she did a simple Arabesque, holding it for 10 seconds before ending in first position. She stood before him tall and strong, knowing herself through dance.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man watched as Summer emerged from the bathroom in her new ballet clothes. Now she was definitely smiling. She even looked happy. Her leotard and tights stretched over her body in a wonderful way. He could see the outline of her nipples, the line separating her petite little bottom.

While he watched, she did a certain ballet move and then posed for him, looking at him as if awaiting his approval.

"Summer, you are beautiful," he said, letting his eyes move over her body. "You are a wonderful dancer, I can tell. Please, tell me what it was that you just did. That was lovely."

 

[Opensesame54321]

She could feel his eyes watching her every move, probably noting the shadows showing through the dance clothes.

Summer, you are beautiful. You are a wonderful dancer, I can tell. Please, tell me what it was that you just did. That was lovely.

"It was a simple arabesque." She struck to pose again. "The standing leg can be straight or in plié, that means with the knee bent, but the back leg must always be straight." She went back to position one and looked at him, tilting her head to the side.

"Because you kidnapped me..." She took a deep breath. "I was supposed to dance the lead tonight. There was a scout from one of the major dance studios from NYC. There was talk that they wanted to offer me a position."

She stopped for a moment. She might regret this but she wanted to know.

"Why did you grab me?"

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man shook his head.

"We were doing so well, Summer," he said. "Let's try to keep things pleasant."

He looked at her. "Is there room to perform some of your dance in this room?" he said. "I would very much like to see it. In fact, I would like to see you perform in the nude. I think that would be quite something."

 

[Opensesame54321]

We were doing so well, Summer. Let's try to keep things pleasant.

She hung her head. He was not going to tell her anything.

Is there room to perform some of your dance in this room? I would very much like to see it. In fact, I would like to see you perform in the nude. I think that would be quite something.

The smile left her eyes. 'Here it comes.' She thought to herself. She closed her eyes, her shoulders sagged.

"There is really not enough room for me to dance. No room to jeté, or jump. I was hoping to get these so that I could do my stretches. And I really can't dance without shoes. And I need scissors and needle and pink thread to fix them. Otherwise, I could break a toe if I tried without shoes."

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man chuckled.

"If you're a good girl, Summer," he said, "I'll get you what you need for your shoes and we'll try to figure out a place where you can do your stretches and dances."

He paused. "But for now, you need to take those pretty clothes off for me. Right here in front of me. And don't make me ask again."