Best Present II (Closed)

[Wolk]

OOC: This SRP is closed for Alerdene and myself. If you have a comment, feel free to PM. But, please, refrain from posting in the thread. Thank you! :OOC

It was good to be rich. No, it was GREAT to be rich. How sad that most of the people who built themselves wealth spent most of their life doing it, never being able to truly enjoy the fruits of their efforts.

Al Franco had it all - money and youth. Still in his early twenties, Al made his huge fortune the easy way. He stole it. Not the way petty thieves stole their pathetic catches, of course. No. Al's heists took place among the seas of binary, where international trade flew, protected from the dangers said waters presented. Or, rather, they were supposed to be protected. Like pirate captains of the 17th century, Al preyed on the lucrative lanes of international commerce. As a result, he managed to retire at 22, while most of his peers were just finishing college. And how he retired!

Al bought a large, secluded island in the Pacific. It had only a handful of inhabitants, getting by to survive in a pathetic existance, until the wealthy millionaire gave them more than they ever dreamed of. So, he was now officially the chief of the tiny tribe and with some well-placed bribed in Paris, has aquired the mandate of autonomy from the French government, which had the island as its overseas territory.

It has been less than a year since he bought the island and now the construction of a huge mansion, no, a palace, really; as well as other facilities on the island were completed. The island was turned into Al Franco's personal tropical paradise. It was gorgeous, with colorful jungles, lovely tropical beaches, but more exciting yet, he had complete and total control over the several hundred people that lived there. As per new procedures that the tribe's council of elders passed, the chief had sweeping powers to do anything, nor could he be replaced in any way.

This was only realistic, because the entire tribe's working people were now employed to run the palace and the island. Some were guards he sent to take special training courses, others were servants and support staff, others yet farmed the food, worked the docks, the heliport. But all got used to the relative luxury, such as running water and indoor toilets, and were willing to do anything to keep their rich chief happy.

The power ladder Al had crafted did not hurt his despotic powers either. Islanders with slightly more priviledges were more than happy to tear apart those below them on that ladder in order to keep their position.

Now, that the setup - the most laborious part, harder even, perhaps, than the making of obscene amounts of money needed to support this opulent place - was finished, Al relaxed and enjoyed it for a while. He had anything he could possibly want. Almost.

Before he had made his money, even, Al had an online friendship - and a way less than platonic one at that! - with a girl from America's heartland. She was a dream, even though he had not seen her once in his life: creative, uninhibited, and with a sex drive that just wouldn't quite, much like Al's own. And so, he had decided to make himself a present. The second grand present in his life, after this amazing island. The best present, perhaps.

It took only a few hours to find out everything about Allie that was ever recorded. Her name, her photographs, her address, her job, her credit history, criminal convictions, shopping records, traffic tickets, everything. Al could not help but smile at how beautiful she looked. Even more so than he imagined, though not in a flashy Hollywood-style beautiful. A true and natural beauty it was, of the kind that is capable of capturing a man's heart, not only of raising his cock.

The next part was harder and, much to his frowning, took involvement from the outside people. He had hired a group of very expensive professionals, who were much respected in the underworld, to do what they specialized in. Kidnapping.

They did their job cleanly and correctly, Al was pleased to find out, and a few days later, the private hydroplane with the unconscious girl on board landed at the island's dock. Al could hardly contain his smile as two of his bodyguards moved her to a large and luxurious bedroom, where they laid her on the huge, silk-covered bed. The door was locked and his loyal servants instructed to inform Al as soon as she comes around.

 

[Alerdene]

Allie was what most people might describe as the quintessential 'girl next door'. She was nineteen, tall, curvy, and extremely vivacious. Her shiny jet black hair fell to about the middle of her back in multiple layers that framed her heart shape face. Her eyes were a light golden color that jumped out at you and always seemed just a bit out of place compared to her ivory skin. Her figure was slender, but curved just where it should be, her breasts full and high. She kept in shape by swimming and jogging and looked well toned, though not what you'd consider muscular.

She'd just moved to the city the year before, to attend school, though she had absolutely no idea what she wanted to do with her life. For the time being, she amused herself with a variety of courses as she tried to figure out her plans for the future. She worked part-time for an advertising firm as an assistant to the regional director. Mostly she did his errands, which was fine with her, her time wasn't really accounted for most of the time. Her father had been pressing her, saying it was time to get to reality and make a decision about her life and because of it, she'd somewhat rebelled, making new friends and going out a lot instead of focusing on school.

She wasn't exactly wild, but she wasn't a little shy girl either. When she wasn't out with friends, she spent a lot of evenings playing online, in various chat rooms, with various different screen names, teasing and chatting with people from all over the country. She'd found it much easier to be wild and crazy online, knowing that she was never going to meet any of the people she talked to, and often times went far over the line she would have had the talks been in person. She'd backed off a little from the online world however when she found herself glued to the computer every night instead of hanging out with friends.

She'd been celebrating the evening her life changed. She'd gotten a raise at work that day, though her boss wanted to give her more responsibility, which meant more hours, and she wasn't quite sure how she was going to fit that into her school schedule. Not that she cared at the moment, more money was always good.

It was late, nearly midnight, when she came out of the house, laughing at something her friend had said inside as she left. A long sleeve black jacket was tossed over her shoulder, her short black skirt and white camisole more then enough protection for as warm as it had been inside. Her cheeks were rosy with warmth, both from the temperature and the several drinks she'd had with her friends after dinner. A beer bottle was in her free hand, still half full as she walked the two blocks to her own rented house. She was a bit tipsy and laughing to herself as she reached her house, fumbling in her jacket pocket for her keys.

Keys in hand, she cursed at herself for not leaving the front light on as she bent slightly to attempt to unlock the door. She never heard the men step up behind her... her startled scream silenced as one of them pressed something over her nose and mouth, his large arms lifting her from the ground as if she were a small child. One of her pumps fell off as she kicked and struggled, though the man merely held her tightly, waiting. The beer slipped from her fingers, shattering on the ground in front of her door as she quickly succumbed to the scent she was forced to inhale. The man carried her quickly to a waiting van, the second man staying behind to pick up her shoe, jacket and keys which had fallen to the ground. The dark van disappeared into the night, as unobserved as it had been when it arrived.

The next morning, a moving company arrived with a key and proceeded to move everything from the house she'd lived in, cleaning it extensively as well. A letter was mailed to the landlord, including several months rent for the short notice of moving out. A call was placed and her classes for the rest of the semester were dropped, another call to her employer explaining why she needed to resign from her job, something about more focused on school. A letter was mailed to her parents, signed in what appeared to be her handwriting explaining she was in love and going to New York with her boyfriend, not to worry about her too much. In no less then twelve hours, she was gone, vanished.

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Her eyes opened slowly, the pounding in her head getting worse as she tried to focus on what she was seeing. Licking her dry lips, she sat up slowly, looking around the rather large bedroom she was in. Her fingers absentmindedly stroked the exquisite silk she was lying on and her brow furrowed in confusion as the room did not become any more familiar to her. Where was she?

Her legs nearly buckled under her as she stood up quickly, the brief snatches of memories coming to her almost like a movie. The arm that had gone around her at home, trying to scream. Her face paled as she recalled waking at some point and another cloth being forced over her nose and mouth again... causing her to sink into that darkness that was actually a comfort at the time. She walked slowly to the window and looked out, convinced that it was some weird joke her friends were playing on her. The room overlooked what appeared to be a garden, though she didn't look for long, immediately realizing she'd never seen it before.

Panic filled her as she turned towards the door, her bare feet sinking into the thick carpet as she ran and tried to knob. It refused to turn and her panic turned quickly to anger.

Jake? Marianne? Sierra? Let me out, what the hell are you guys trying to pull?

Stepping back from the door, she waited, expecting to see it thrown open and her friend's smiling faces looking back at her. When nothing happened, she pounded on the door for a long minute, her voice a little hoarse as she yelled out again.

You guys, this isn't funny, let me out right now before I beat the shit out of all of you!

 

[Wolk]

The thumping and cries Allie manged to emit made it clear that she was very much awake. Two maids who were doing their daily chores heard the noise. While one hurried off to call her master Franco, the other, went in to attend to the 'guest'.

The expression on Allie's face was priceless, and Al would have been very disappointed if he knew what he missed, as the door opened and instead of one of her prankster friends, she saw an attractive young woman wearing a plain short cotton dress that fit very loosely around her chiseled figure. The young woman could easily have been one of Allie's college buddies, perhaps even her sister, had she not been darker skinned, and of clearly Asian heritage.

She used the seconds Allie spent staring stunned to move inside the bedroom, sending her a smile.

"Good morning, miss Allie." She said. "I am Oli, I am here to help take care of anything you need. Please, let me show you around the accomodations."

Allie seemed somewhat confused at that point. Just a moment ago she had no idea what the hell happened and wanted to kill whatever prankster put her in here, but now Oli came in and treated her like a queen. While she still didn't have her answers, such pampering of service must have appealed to her, because Oli managed to continue uninterrupted.

"This is the bedroom, miss Allie, you have already seen it. Over here," Oli opened a door, revealing a large tiled room with a shower, a hot tub and other facilities, "is the bathroom. And this," she smiled proudly, opening another door to a pretty big, though narrow, room. "Is your closet. We have stocked it with the most beautiful gowns, shoes and lingeries. Just like requested. This way," she led Allie to the wide double door and opened it, "is your play room. You have the big TV, music and media center, books, light exercise equipment." She paused, letting Allie drink in the opulence of luxurious accomodations that were as big as a good house themselves. "You must be tired from the trip, miss Allie, so I will leave you to rest now. Please, take a shower and change into nice clothes, if you would. I will bring food soon, and master Franco will probably like to join you for dinner."

Before Allie could start asking too many questions, Oli was well on her way to slipping away. Though, she did manage to catch the maid and demand explanations, Oli just smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, miss Allie. I really must go now." She slipped out of the girl's grip and disappeared beyond the door, leaving it unlocked.

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Al, in the meantime, did nothing to hide a huge smile that crossed his face when he was told of Allie's awakening. He did not dress up especially for the occasion, feeling much better in simple slacks and a plain olive T-shirt than he did in anything else. He watched the room through cameras hidden very carefully throughout it, admiring his present, her natural grace and beauty. He chuckled slightly as she opened the door and slipped out. Not a minute later she was brought back in by a pair of his khaki uniform clad guards, who locked the door.

Finally, the maids signalled that dinner was ready to be served, and Al walked a fairly long track to the room where Allie was held. He opened the door and entered first, a smile on his face as he looked her over.

"Well, well, good day, my darling. Is this the same Allie I knew? Ah, you are even more wonderful in the earthly flesh. I am master Franco, and this is my palace, where you will be staying." He waved off her objections. "Let you go. No, my sweetie, you will stay on this island for the rest of your life, however long and pleasant or short and painful it might turn out. You seem, missie, this is my island, and to everyone on it I am a demi-god. So will I be to you, eventually, and the sooner you accept it the easier and more enjoyable it will be. OK? Now, why don't we eat?" He motioned invitingly towards the table on which the mails have served the gourmet meals in the meantime.

 

[Alerdene]

The door opened quickly and the rude remark hovering on her full lips quickly fell to the wayside as her surprise was evident as she looked at the unfamiliar woman. By the time she recovered, the woman was already inside the room and going on about showing her around.

Her mind still a bit fuzzy and not thinking quite clearly, she numbly followed the woman around as she threw open doors and pointed out amenities that were beyond luxurious. Her confusion only grew as she realized the several rooms were nearly as large as her house, if not larger.

She stood staring into what had been described as the play room, her mouth slightly opened in surprise when she realized that Oli was about to leave. Spinning quickly, she managed to catch the girl by the hand and demand to know what was going on. An apologetic smile and a quick goodbye were all she received in return however and when the door closed behind the woman, she spun and looked around the room again, shaking her head in confusement.

Confusement that suddenly cleared as she turned slowly towards the door. She hadn't heard a click, had the other woman really just left the door unlocked? Walking slowly towards the door, expecting it to swing open again at any moment, she hesitated only a second before trying the knob. Smiling brightly as it turned, she slipped through the open door, easing it shut behind her. Having no idea which way to go, she chose right and headed down the hall and around the corner. Her speed picked up as she turned the corner and she suddenly slammed into a rather large man that had been standing there just past the corner. He grinned down at her as if not entirely surprised to see her and grabbed her by the arm. Frowning she muttered something rude to him and tried to grab her arm away, only to find what had to be his twin gripping her other arm. Without a word, they escorted her back to the suite she'd just exited and pushed her gently inside, shutting the door behind her, this time with an audible click.

Scowling, she paced around for awhile, yelling a few times to no avail. Finally stripping her clothes off and stalking into the bathroom, she took a fast shower, muttering about she was going to tear her friends apart for this little joke had gone too far. Padding out of the bathroom naked, she perused the clothes in the closet and shrugged, finally pulling out a sundress in a dark blue that nearly looked black. Going through the dresser provided an assortment of new lingerie and undergarments and she finally chose a black bra and panties figuring it was better to give in and wear them then to put her dirty ones back on. Dressing quickly, she wandered around the room for a bit and was gazing out the window again when the door opened behind her.

Spinning, a caustic insult coming to her lips, but once again never leaving them as her eyes widened at the sight of the man in front of her. He looked right at home in his casual clothes in the huge room and he exuded a confidant air about him that made it hard to look away.

Well, well, good day, my darling. Is this the same Allie I knew? Ah, you are even more wonderful in the earthly flesh. I am master Franco, and this is my palace, where you will be staying.

Her objections came quickly despite her ever present and ever growing confusion.

Look Mr. Franco, I don't know what kind of joke this is, but I'm getting a little tired of the game. Call my friends, I'm ready to leave now.

He nearly laughed at her as he waved her off like an annoying fly. His next words caused a deep frown to cross her face however as her head began shaking in denial. When he mentioned eating, she felt her stomach rumble and as she looked at the tableful of wonderfully inviting food, she walked slowly towards it, the things he'd said still running through her head.

Sinking into a chair, she looked up at him as he smiled down at her, sliding into the chair opposite her. He didn't speak again and they ate quietly, her hunger getting the better of her until she'd sampled several of the dishes. Finally sitting back and taking a drink of water, picking at a roll in her hand, she pulled her leg up underneath her and stared at him, something he'd said, finally sinking in.
She tried to keep her voice calm, though it didn't come out quite as cool and collected as she'd have liked.

What did you mean when you asked if I was the same Allie you knew? I somehow can't imagine forgetting someone like you if we'd met before...

Without letting him answer, she plowed ahead, determined that the game stop that instant.

And you know Mr. Franco, it's your business if you want all your maids to call you master Franco, but you're not a God, nobody thinks you are, and I most certainly don't... and won't. So why not save a lot of time and trouble and just take me to wherever my friends are. We'll let it go as a joke gone too far and forget all about it. You can't really expect me to believe that I'm staying here for the rest of my life. That's not possible, not to mention just ridiculous. I have school, a job, friends, parents. They'll all be looking for me. Things like this just don't happen, they don't.

Her voice had grown rather unsure as she sat looking at him and the semi-amused look his face had taken on.

 

[Wolk]

He smiled, pleased to see that she actually accepted the wonderful food that she wanted and needed, rather than act stupid about it and make a mess. Al sat at the table, and sunk his teeth into the incredibly delicious salmon. He let her words hang unanswered in the air while he savored the divine taste.

This, actually, was working to his advantage, as the girl's uncertainty was left to stand for a while, unchallenged, but also not dispeled, building up in her mind and sowing the seeds of doubt. Finally, he put down his fork.

"This isn't a joke, silly." He smiled. "I am not who you think I am, my dear."

Al opened a bottle of light white wine, filling Allie's glass before doing the same to his own.

"You probably have me figured for a prankster, or, at best, some idiot with a little bit of money who decided to play important." He took a sip off his wine. "Delicious, isn't it? Please, do give it a try." He set the glass down.

"I am neither, Allie. You see, as much as I am not into bragging, on this island, I am a demi-God. I own it all, the tangible infrastructure and land, as well as the greatest source of wealth and jobs for the island's one thousand inhabitants. They all are my 'maids' as you have put it. They don't just call me this, Allie, they see me as their diety, the source of their prosperity and success if I am pleased, or the cause of misery and pain if I am unhappy. They do anything to please me. And so will you."

Her protests have by that point grown to annoy Franco and he stopped them, smacking his fist violently onto the table and staring into her eyes with a shade of cold in his own.

"Don't interrupt me, Allie. You might not like the results." He nearly hissed at her. His voice then changed back to normal as the girl sat back in her seat, slightly scared by the looks of it. "You are on an island thousands of miles away from the nearest big land that nobody from the outside visits and only a few people from the locals ever leave to fetch supplies. Who is going to find you here, and most importantly how?"

The question was met by silence, as she struggled in wain to come up with an answer.

"Your friends, your parents, everyone, will think you ran away, changed your name and that's the end of it. Like you said, people don't just 'disappear' for the hell of it in the US - they run away, they get killed, they are very rarely held for ransom, but they don't just vanish for no reason. Either way, nobody serious is going to look too hard. They will look, yes, but they will never come within a thousand miles of where you actually are."

He stopped, suddenly finding himself going into lengthy explanations. Standing up from the table, he stood in the middle of the room, eying her attentively.

"The denial discussion is closed, Allie. I have told you where you are, who you are, and for how long you will remain here. Now, we can start this the hard way or the easy way. The easy way is for you to resign to your fate, be a good girl and get on your knees before your Master. The hard way is for you to be hurt and punished over and over again for as long and as hard as it takes before you are broken into being a good girl and obeying your Master. I will play this with pathos and give you one full minute to think about it. At the end of it, you will either be kneeling before me or being dragged to the dungeon. Time is ticking, Allie." He stood there, watching the watch on his hand with interest.

 

[Alerdene]

Noticing that he chose not to answer her question of how he knew her, she picked up the wine glass and was swirling it around lightly, looking into it rather then at him while he spoke, her head shaking no most of the time. Without looking up, she began another protest when his hand came down hard on the table, rattling most of the dishes. Her body jumped and a squeal came from her mouth though she silenced it quickly; her scared eyes raising once to his angry ones before dropping back down to glance at the damp spot on the dark dress where wine had sloshed out of her glass.

He once again explained her situation in a less then pleasant light and her eyes finally looked up to meet his as he waited for her to figure out how anyone would possibly find her. She wanted to argue, to say that there had to have been clues left somewhere, somehow... and that her rescue was imminent. But something inside her could tell by the smug tone of his voice that nothing of the sort would happen.

The ultimatum came sooner then she would have liked, though she could tell it wasn't soon enough for him. He gave her a minute to decide, his voice firm.

Time is ticking, Allie.

Part of her, the scared, young, insecure girl nearly bounded from her chair and dropped to her knees as he requested. She had no desire to find out if his threatened dungeon was real or not, though she had high hopes that he was bluffing. She'd been online in various chat rooms enough to know what he was insinuating with his Master and dungeon talk and the thought that he was remotely serious was unnerving her greatly. The other part of her, the stubborn part, the part that fought with her father and skipped classes and drank too much was screaming at her to call his bluff however, and somehow her butt managed to stay firmly glued to the chair she was in.

She counted in her head to thirty and when she figured half the time was up, she casually reached for the bottle of wine and poured herself another glass. Staring at his face, she was glad he was watching the watch rather then looking at her. If he'd glanced up with that cold look again, she might have folded rather then continued her bluff. The glass near her lips, she stared at him and when the count in her head reached forty-five, she asked again,

Do we know each other? How is it that I'm here, rather then some gorgeous, rich, movie star woman?

Not expecting an answer, she waited another ten seconds or so and drained the glass of wine in one long drink, sitting deadly still, the empty glass in her hands, her face calm as she stared at him and waited.

 

[Wolk]

Steve waited through most of the minute, watching the long hand running its quick round. 'How little a minute is.' He noted with interest. Her comment went unnoticed entirely, as Steve kept his eyes on the watch. The long hand, finally, touched the top most position and he put his hand down, lifting his eyes at her.

"I have to say I am slightly disappointed you elected the hard way. Although, this is what I expected of you. Well, at least we know where we are at now and what we need to teach you. Good bye, sweet miss Allie, your civilized company was most pleasant. Soon, I will see you below, as a bonded slave."

He walked out of the room, and a minute later two guards came in. Genuine fear in Allie's eyes and her protests did little to change the situation. Nothing could at that point. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she was dragged out of the room. After a rather long journey through the corridors of the humongous mansion, she was finally taken down a number of dark and long flights of stairs into the deep dungeon that was just as huge as the palace itself. She could not see it all, of course, but a long trip through the dark corridors with rugged steel doors and grates made it clear - this was nothing short of a castle, though it was built very recently.

The guards finally unlocked one of the doors and threw the girl inside, taking their posts just outside of it. The room she was now in was fairly large, though very dimly lit. All around it stood various devices - each more sinister looking than the previous. Besides her there were two other people in the room. One was Al Franco, and another an older, wrinkled man with a deeply tanned and winded skin, no hair and a cold look in his eyes.

"Ah, slave." Al smiled. "We were just starting to get bored here. This is Yani." Al introduced the man. "He is an expert on making people see things my way. Be it loosening their tongues or something else, he is the wizard of pain and persuasion."

He walked over and pulled her up by her shackled hands from the floor.

"I am no great expert myself, actually, so I will start with you and if it turns out too boring, I will let Yani take over. Let's go with a good old-fashioned lashing first, eh?" He smiled, pushing her bent over a soft cushion and fixing her briefly freed hands and feet to the metal restraints conveniently built into the device.

Finding a long and flexible metal strip - much like a school ruler, but longer, which made for stronger hits - Al bent it before her eyes and let it straighten.

"This is what you are going to take for starters. Just to let you know I have no problem doing a little non-verbal punishing."

He moved behind her and swinged the ruler, slapping it hard over her panty and dress covered butt. The fabric would provide protection, but she would feel it nonetheless. Steve smiled. She didn't make any sound, but he was not surprised. The protection her clothes gave was fairly good, and the ruler certainly wasn't a scream-drawer by any measure. Nonetheless, he continued with it for a minute or so before finally putting it away.

"That is quite enough of that, don't you think?" He said. "Time to move on to bigger and better things."

He went to the big rack, looking over the tools on it for a while, drawing out the suspenceful anticipation for the girl who could nto see what he was doing. Finally, he took a nice, wide paddle. Coming back, he smacked it as hard over her butt as he could without warning. The heavier, wider paddle was to the little ruler what a campfire was to wildfire. That wildfire of pain spread through her nerves, reaching the brain, setting it into panic mode as the body realized more such strikes can bring serious damage to it. He heard her scream for the first time, and what a genuine scream it was. Still, he struck the bottom again and again, until realizing he migth actually harm her. He grew a little gentler with it, but took another minute before stopping.

"Did you enjoy that, slave?" Al wondered out aloud in a rather indifferent voice. "I am weary of beating your ass now. We will do something else."

 

[Alerdene]

She couldn't resist an almost gloating smile as he turned to exit, despite the warning his parting words held. Her smile fell off her face quickly however when the door opened and the two guards from earlier stepped inside. She didn't hesitate, immediately bolting for the bathroom, thinking to lock herself inside. One of them caught her just at the door however, tripping her up and sending her sprawling to the thick carpet below. A short scream was all she managed as his knee went into her back and her hands were forced behind her. Refusing to make it easy, she continued to struggle, but her movements had little effect as they drug her easily from the room.

Her imagination had plenty of time to go into overdrive as they pulled her through long halls with many doors, eventually stopping before one and pulling it open. They pushed her into the room even as she kicked more, the movements knocking her to the ground as they closed the door, staying on the outside. Her eyes came up immediately and looked around the dim room, her lips parting in shock as her head began to shake wildly. Her imagination had been nothing, the room was something out of a nightmare best left unimagined. A few of the devices looked vaguely familiar from pictures or descriptions she'd read, but the majority were merely menacing and disturbing.

She glanced from man to man, her light skin paling even farther as she was pulled to her feet and the older man's skills described. Protests started flying from her mouth, to no avail as he pushed her easily over a rather soft cushion and had her hands fastened to the sides before she even realized it had happened. She tried to pull up, but her hands remained steadfastly where he'd put them and she wasn't able to move more then an inch or two... her backside high in the air facing the two men.

She swallowed hard as he walked in front of her with a thin metal strip and let her see it before moving behind her again. Her pleas of mercy had barely started when the first lash came crashing down against the thin material of the dress she wore. She jumped a bit, but bit her lip, determined not to make any noise that would spur him on. The metal strip burned, but it wasn't unbearable and she was thankful that he'd at least left her the dignity of leaving her clothes on.

He continued without speaking and she bit her lip hard enough to bring tears to her eyes, though the metal itself was coming close, each lash burning a bit more as the impact of the dress lessened and lessened. Breathing a sigh of relief when he stopped, she started to beg him,

Please, you don't have to do this, you proved your point... Please..

She wasn't surprised when she didn't get an answer, but what she did get was much worse, especially taking her by surprise as it did. A hard substance smacked her bottom with significant force, and the dress and panties did little to cushion anything. Pain exploded through her and a scream erupted from her lips suddenly as she did nothing to try and stop it. Before she'd even taken a breath, another blow fell, bringing with it an even louder and panicky scream. Tears streamed from her eyes as she struggled, the fire on her bottom growing worse and worse with each blow.

In between her screams and sobs, she begged him to stop, her surprise at the violence being done to her having overcome any stubborn streak that she had at the moment. When the paddle finally stopped, she sagged against the cushion, her legs trembling from fright and strain.

Did you enjoy that, slave? I am weary of beating your ass now. We will do something else.

His words sunk in and scared her worse then anything else. Slave. Was that was she was destined to be? Her struggles picked up again, anger managing to fight through the tears, though the pain each time she moved reminded her of how extremely vulnerable she was at the moment.

Please don't... No more, please...

 

[Wolk]

Please don't... No more, please...

Al frowned.

"Oh, please! We have barely begun, my dear. If you thought that hurt, then you don't know the meaning of that word." He grinned. "When we are through, you will be begging me to be allowed to be my slave and do anything and everything you can to please me and make me happy. Just pray you are submissive enough deep inside for this to happen before Yani has to work alone with you. He is a true pro, you know; can have the entire dungeon greased with the victim's blood, yet have their wounds fully heal before long. Anyway, you have been playing with fire, being so disobedient and disrespectful. I think this next little play is just right for you."

He unlocked the weakly struggling girl's limbs and dragged her to what looked like a large phone booth, only its wall were made of very thick transparent, temperature-resistant plastic that would take a heavy duty axe to break through. The floor, however, was all metal. Having tossed her inside, Al locked the door from the outside, making her confined like a fish in a large fishtank. Except it wasn't a fishtank.

Getting to the control panel, he fumbled with it.

"Allow me to give you a brief lecture on what this is." He said. "Have you ever touched something hot, Allie? I'm sure you have, it's a most unpleasant feeling. And it damages your skin, maybe even your fat and muscle cells. The reason it happens, Allie, is because we all have protein in our bodies. That protein begins to fall apart around 50 degrees Celsius, and the cells that relied on it get damaged or destroyed. Thus, you get burns, that can even lead to death in some cases." He paused. "I bet you are feeling the floor in there getting a little warmer. Could probably use your shoes back, you think, huh? Well, if it's any consolation, the shoes wouldn't have helped, only delay the inevitable, and I have all the time in the world."

He walked out of the room for a while to get a refreshing drink before coming back, allowing her to live through the time scared and wondering.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't want you to be permanently damaged. What use would you be like that? So, you will be fine... Unless I make a mistake. I'm not very good at this, you know." He sent her a grin. "The temperature of the plate will always stay a little bit below the point of breakdown for protein, so you shouldn't get burnt. Your body, of course, does not know this, and a touch to something so dangerously close to the line will feel just as painful as a touch to something that would actually harm you. Oh, look, it's thirty two degrees already. In a few minutes you are going to be rolling on that floor like a freshly caught fish on a frying pan. You know why? Because I feel like it. Because I didn't like your attitude and your reaction to your new life." He yawned, acting it. "Well, Allie, I don't particularly enjoy seeing you in pain, so I am going to go have some fruit and enjoy the fresh air. Yani will stay here to make sure everything is fine with you. I guess, we give it five, maybe ten minutes. Yes, I think that'll be just right. Have fun." He walked out of the room.

The gardens were actually nicer than he even expected. Large, opulent and gorgeous with their tropical beauty, one could spend days in what felt like paradise. So, it took Al a good fifteen minutes to finally get back, finding poor, poor Allie squirming in pain still, her throat already too coarse and dry for more screams. He frowned and turned off the heat, then dragged her out. The girl looked horrible. Though no burns appeared, her body reacted with loads of sweat, her dress and underwear were messed up and out of place, soaked. The sight alone nearly made him shreik. He hated doing what he did, but that sucling hunger for power over anything and everything made him press on with as much as would be needed to bring this girl completely under his control, to make her see him as a diety, that controlled her well-being and enjoyment as well as her pain.

"Wasn't that fun?" He said with dripping sarcasm. "But you are all messy and sweaty now. Perhaps we should now cure with water what the fire did."

He dragged her to another device yet. This one was rather simple. It consisted of a large tub with a crane - it would be a nice big bath had it not been for the large log-like lever that stood in it. Placing her against the log, he tied Allie's hands and feet to it, then opened the crane. Water slowly began to fill the large tub, as she pleaded for her release, fiesty notes notable absent from her voice.

"Do you like swimming?" He asked. "I hope you can hold your breath well, because this is exactly what you will have to do now. Not that it matters, of course. If you are good at it, I can just keep you down there for longer." He gave it a few more moments and the water reached her dress's bottom. "Ah, here we go. Let's begin."

With a move of his hands, he lowered the log gently into a horizontal position, submerging it underwater, and together with it, the girl that was tied to it. He held her down there for two minutes, then brought it back out into vertical position. After giving her a few moments to recover, he submereged her again, for a little longer this time. And then again, and again, and again. Each time was a little bit longer than the previous and finally, she couldn't help but try to take a breath while underwater, squirming and trying to break in utter panic as her body was reacting to what seemed like inevitable and near death by drowning. He pulled her out and allowed for plenty of time to caugh up water, to gasp for air desperately, to finally fill her weary lungs with life-giving oxygen.

"I think you have been through the bare minimum needed and might now understand how things truly are, Allie. So, I will give you the privilege of my attention and a chance to say something to me."

 

[Alerdene]

Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as he forced her into a large clear box. She stood inside, her arms crossed over her chest as if she were hugging herself, watching him as he stood at a control panel. Her wide eyes grew even larger as he began to explain and she stared down at the warm floor in horror, backing up until her back touched the back wall as if somehow she could escape the metal floor.

Don't worry, I wouldn't want you to be permanently damaged. What use would you be like that? So, you will be fine... Unless I make a mistake. I'm not very good at this, you know.

She nearly screamed at this statement and looked at the other man in the room, who merely shrugged at her. Her desperate pleas began again, but he just smiled slightly as he turned a few controls and walked out of the room.

Immediately her attention turned to Yani again and she began begging with him even as the air around her began to heat, her body shifting almost unconsciously from one foot to the other to minimize the time her skin was against the floor. Her fists beat against the thick walls as she pleaded with the man, and he finally did take a step closer to the booth, a half smile on his face as he spoke, his voice very low and soft.

You should be pleased that Master Franco is lenient.

With that one comment, he turned and returned to his previous spot before watching her again with a half smile on his face. By this time, the air around her had become unbearably hot and she began to scream for real, convinced that he didn't know what he'd been talking about and was about to fry her like a fish.

She had no concept of time and by the time he came back into the room, she was beyond screaming, her throat too dry and sore to make any noise whatsoever. Her hair fell in strings around her, the thin material of the dress clung to her like a second skin and she was barely aware of the fact that the door had opened and he pulled her out. She stood shivering, her arms wrapped around herself again, though she was far from cold.

Wasn't that fun? But you are all messy and sweaty now. Perhaps we should now cure with water what the fire did.

He wasted no time dragging her to another device, her hoarse voice barely able to be heard as she begged him again to stop. The spark had gone out of her voice and there was no resistance to her body as he leaned her against a large pole type device and began tying her to it.

She felt the water rising against her legs and sighed because it actually felt good against her warm, flushed skin. Her confused brain somehow comprehending the point of this one, when he said he was ready to begin, she managed several deep breaths in a row, despite the pain it caused her throat. She was a good swimmer and for the first time at least, this one didn't cause her to panic.

She closed her eyes and felt the water rush over her, soothing her skin as she lay in it. Practicing holding your breath is a natural to any bored kid who has access to a pool and she had no trouble with his first length of time. When he raised her from the water, he gave her plenty of time to recover before submerging her again. Each time grew longer however and she began to panic as each time she came closer and closer to drawing a breath while she was still under.

The inevitable finally happened and against her will she attempted a breath. The water invaded her and she began to thrash for the first time against her ties, choking on the liquid as it filled her, stark terror setting in. It seemed like things moved in slow motion momentarily as she struggled with all her might against the bindings that never loosened even a notch.

He pulled her up and she coughed, sputtering and choking as the water came spilling out of her mouth, her lungs gulping at the air when she was able. She lay limply against the log, trying to calm herself enough for when he lowered her again, but she finally realized he was speaking and she opened her eyes to glance up at him through the hair that was hanging in front of her face.

I think you have been through the bare minimum needed and might now understand how things truly are, Allie. So, I will give you the privilege of my attention and a chance to say something to me.

Her brain was having a hard time at this point comprehending anything. Her life had changed so radically in only a day... had it been only a day? She realized she had absolutely no idea what day it was, how long since she'd left her friends house. Realizing it didn't matter, she tried to think of something, anything to say to him that would make him stop. Having experienced absolutely no violence in her young life until this point, she had no idea that she wasn't really hurt. Her body ached and hurt and as far as she was concerned it couldn't possibly get any worse. This perhaps saved her from a nastier fate that day, since had she realized he hadn't really done anything to hurt her seriously, she might have attempted something silly.

Her voice was soft, her throat still extremely sore as she lay there weakly, the defiant tone gone.

Please stop. I'm sorry. Whatever you want. I didn't understand before. Just please. No more.

Her eyes met his and she managed to lick her lips as she understood somewhere inside her that she'd be here for as long as it took for him to be satisfied. With that realization came another few words, even softer then before, though with the last word, her eyes sparked of her old self for a brief second, almost unnoticeable before the weary look returned to them.

Please, I promise, anything you want. Master.

 

[Wolk]

For a few moments Al seemed to ponder what she had said. The words themselves did not matter nearly as much as her attitude and condition. Anyone with a brain would have asked him to stop at that point - way before that point! - and promised anything and everything, only to stop the hurting. But beyond that, she seemed very much to his dislike. Even after being such an awful, well, torture, there is no other way to put it... she still was very much collected and coherent, and worst of all, feisty. She was hiding it, it seemed, but the fighting streak was not gone.

'Perhaps,' he thought 'it is for the better.' Not that he enjoyed being antagonized and fought, but neither would he enjoy turning her into a broken doll that has no will and merely bends every way imaginable. That most beautiful thing, after all, was the mind, and it wouldn't do to break hers. He undid the restraints that held her to the machine.

"Yani, would you please make sure the lady it taken to her room to rest." He said, walking out the steel door.

As soon as the door closed behind Al, Yani's face lit up with a sinister, sadistic grin. He yanked poor Allie up by the hair and dragged her deeper into the room, to the more remote machines.

"Master Franco was too easy on you." He whispered in his soft, but scary voice. "He didn't let me play with you. But I will. I will get you to your room in the morning, and we will have a looot of time together until them." He grinned.

Just as Al was lifting his foot to climb the first step out of the dungeon a scream caught up with him. It was of the kind that he had never heard before. Well, no, he had. When Yani had someone in his skilled, hurting hands.

He turned around and walked briskly back. A minute later and the door of the room he just left flew open, allowing the estate's master back inside. Sure enough, Yani had Allie in his hands, just finishing fixing her to a machine, which Al had never seen work, but had no doubt was something bad enough for Yani to love.

"Yani! What did I tell you to do?" He barely listened to the man's excuses. "If I wanted her to be punished more, I would have told you!"

He came to the machine and untied Allie. Lifting her vulnerable, weary body in his hands, he hugged her to his chest. Sending a gaze at Yani, he carried her out the door himself. Then, up the long stares, and even longer corridors, and they finally ended up in the same room she had first awakened in.

Al put her down onto the bed and put a blanket over her caringly. He then smiled and kissed her cheek gently. His hand softly petted her hair as he pulled away.

"You should get out of those wet clothes after I leave, Allie. Get some rest, sweetie, I will come to see you again tomorrow." Having sent her a final warm smile, Al walked out of the room.

There was still time left in the day, but he forced himself to keep his word. Eager as he was to be with her soon, he wanted Allie to rest and feel better. But as soon as the next morning rolled around, he was up, glowing and refreshed and knocking on her door.

The latter was actually quite literal. He did not wait for an invitation to enter, but before just barging in, Al placed a soft rattle of his knuckles onto the solid wood of the luxurious door.

"Good morning, Allie." He smiled. "Have you slept well?" He sat down at the table comfortably, inviting her to join him.

"You know, I am sorry for what happened to you yesterday. I actually am. I did not enjoy a single moment of it. I would much rather see you happy and in pleasure rather than hurt and in pain. Unfortunately, you have brought it onto yourself with your ignorance of the way things are here. I hope you never have to go through anything like that again." He poured her some juice, then did the same for himself.

"Perhaps you think I am a mad maniac, perhaps you hate me. The first one isn't true, and the second is only going to interfere with your happiness. Like I said, Allie, I do not enjoy hurting anyone. I do it only to get something I really want. That something is power - power over anyone and everyone on this island. Including you." He drank half of his juice hungrily, very nearly moaning at the divine taste. Then gave her a friendly smile.

"First, you needed to realize where you are and how things are here. Second, that you are not getting out. I think you have those covered now. Am I right Allie?"

"Now that you know what it is like, you will need to get rid of your natural fear, hate and rejection. You cannot fight against this whole system, so you will need to accept it and learn to be part of it. Then, you will be able to learn how to be happy in it. It doesn't have to be unpleasant, you know. There are a thousand people on the island, and most of them are quite happy. You want to be happy, right, Allie? You don't want to spend the rest of your life miserable and hurt?"

He smiled at her obvious reaction.

"Just try your hardest, sweetie, I'm sure you will easily succeed. Now, let us have breakfast together. Oli should be bringing it in any minute now."

 

[Alerdene]

She was beginning to worry when he watched her for so long, her only thought was that he was contemplating which machine he wished to play with next. Just as her mouth opened to speak, he stepped forward and began releasing her restraints. The moment her limbs were free, she crumpled to the floor, unable to make herself stand.

She managed a grateful smile, though it went unseen as he instructed Yani to be sure she got to her rooms alright. The only thing she could think of at the moment was sleep, she so desperately wanted to sink into a bed and sleep for hours.

Attempting to make her way to her knees, she let out a screech of surprise as Yani came from nowhere, yanking her up by the hair. He pulled her across the room as he spoke and his voice scared her worse then anything else the entire day. He stopped in front of a gruesome looking machine that she couldn't even begin to fathom a use for. Jerking her completely upright, he began fastening her to the machine and she realized he wasn't just trying to frighten her. He intended to hurt her as much as he could. With this realization, she suddenly took a deep breath, opened her mouth and let out a piercing scream that caused the entire room to ring.

She'd never been so glad to see anyone in her life as she was the moment her captor came striding back into the room. Her eyes locked onto him like a lifeline as he unfastened her, berating the other man as he did so. When he picked her up and held her to him as he walked out of the room, she broke into sobs again, her head buried against his chest. Ten minutes ago and she'd likely have called him the devil, but now, now he was the best thing she'd ever seen.

He was actually quite tender with her as he lay her on the bed, mentioning she should probably get out of the wet clothes when he left. When the door shut behind him, she struggled out of bed slowly and stripped where she stood. The thought of a hot shower, the heat coupled with the water nearly made her vomit and instead she crawled back into the huge bed and hid under the blankets, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately.

She woke rather early, the hint of dawn barely peeking into her window. Stretching, she let off a soft moan at the soreness in her body and the previous day's activities came rushing back like a bad dream. Determined not to cry again, she stood slowly and carefully, keeping still for a moment to be sure she wasn't weak, before heading to the bathroom.

The thought of a shower didn't distress her so badly today and she turned the hot water on and stood under it for quite some time, letting the water sluice away the leftover sweat and aches her body held. Stepping from the shower and towelling off her hair, she caught a glimpse of her bare bottom in the mirror and merely stared at it. A faint mottle of purple bruises covered her skin, not serious, just enough to be visible. Wrapping the towel around herself so she didn't have to look at it anymore, she stepped to the sink and rummaged through the drawers. She almost smiled at the huge selection of items that were there new in the package.

Finished in the bathroom, she walked out and walked into the long closet, looking at all the clothes. Grabbing a mid-thigh length silky robe from the closest hanger, she headed for the dresser and pulled out the plainest panties and bra she could find, though plain wasn't really how she would describe them. Black lace and satin, was more like her fancy clothes at home. Shrugging, she pulled them on and tightened the lavender robe around her before going to look out the window.

Before she could focus her thoughts into anything coherent, she heard a knock on the door and spun around just as it opened. When he walked into the room she immediately began trembling more from a reflex then anything specific she was thinking.

His smile disarmed her however as he sat at the table and motioned her over, asking how she'd slept. Mumbling something, she edged over slowly, not wanting to risk his wrath so soon again and eased herself down into the chair opposite him.

Picking up the juice he'd poured for her, she toyed with it without drinking it at first, listening to his speech, though her eyes wouldn't quite dare to meet his, her gaze instead staying mostly on the table or the glass in her hands.

First, you needed to realize where you are and how things are here. Second, that you are not getting out. I think you have those covered now. Am I right Allie?

At this, she glanced up briefly at him and gave a small nod of agreement, fully realizing that he was quite right... as far as she could see, there was no way out of her current situation. At least not for the time being. She managed to keep her eyes on him as he continued, her golden spheres widening at his next question, her head quickly shaking no.

You want to be happy, right, Allie? You don't want to spend the rest of your life miserable and hurt?

Just try your hardest, sweetie, I'm sure you will easily succeed. Now, let us have breakfast together. Oli should be bringing it in any minute now.

She managed a small smile and finally took a tiny sip of her juice, glancing up quicky as the door swung open. It was as if the woman had been standing and merely awaiting her cue to bring in breakfast. She rolled in a large tray and began setting dishes on the table in front of them, arranging silverware and plates accordingly. She offered Allie a bright smile before turning to roll the tray out and just before the door shut, a very quiet voice called out,

Thank you Oli.

She looked up to see him looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face and she attempted to quell her uneasiness and gave him a small smile. She'd already decided to do whatever it took to stay out of that room. For good. If she never saw Yani again, it'd be too soon as far as she was concerned.

He didn't speak however and she finally grew uncomfortable with the semi-staring match that was occuring. Looking down at the table, she inhaled deeply and smiled genuinely for the first time, the food smelling delicious to her starving body. Having no idea what he expected, she decided to attempt to make a good impression and be the polite girl she'd been raised as. Standing, she turned on her charming smile and picked up a plate of some sort of egg dish. Glancing at his empty plate, she picked up the serving spoon and asked,

Would you like some?

He nodded slowly, the unreadable expression staying put on his face. Before she could let it unnerve her, she concentrated on serving the delectable food before them. She asked about several dishes and he nodded yes or no. When she was satisfied he had some of everything he wanted, she sat and chose a few things for herself, sitting back in her chair and trying to relax.

She waited until he began to eat before picking up her own fork and tasting a mouthful of eggs. Whoever the cook was, they deserved compliments over and over. Everything was perfect, the food nearly melting in her mouth. She ate slowly, savoring every bite, finishing her juice as well. She refilled his glass and sat the pitcher down, pulling one leg up under her as she sat, content to watch him and wonder who he was and why she was there.

 

[Wolk]

The food was wonderful, as it always was in that palace. Al ate it little by little, savoring the excitement of taste on his buds. He looked at Allie from time to time, very much enjoying how she was holding up. What a considerate, nice person, such a wonderful change from what she was just a day before.

"Are you still hurting, Allie?"

She did not give an answer, but by the way she looked down at the table, nearly covering in fear, he knew she was. He laid his hand on top of her palm softly and caressed it.

"I'm sorry, babe. It shouldn't have lasted..."

He gave her a smile and brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the top of it softly.

Done eating now, Al stood up and led her by the hand softly towards the window. Hugging her by the shoulders, he enjoyed the sight of beautiful tropical nature, unspoiled by excessive development or industries. Everywhere they looked was either raw unadulterated nature, beautiful in its virginity, or lovely buildings, parks, gardens.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He smiled. "Aren't you happy you get to live in such a beautiful place?"

He turned his head and kissed her cheek softly, while his hand caressed her shoulder. When he spoke again his voice was softer, almost whisper-like.

"You know, you have a very kinky mind, Allie." He smiled. "If you are as passionate in person as you were on the net, then I will really enjoy being with you." For a moment he paused, smiling, then finished softly. "I want to kiss you." His lips moved a little, inches from hers, but he did not go further, leaving the final action to her. He didn't want to force anything directly on her. The power he liked was the kind that made people do what he wanted out of their own free will.

 

[Alerdene]

When he asked if she was still hurting, she didn't answer, couldn't bring herself to answer, not wanting to cry in front of him again. She stared at the table, her body aching, her bottom sore, but not hurt badly, but still unable to answer him. She actually jumped when his hand touched hers and looked up to watch as he picked up her hand and kissed it softly.

She didn't resist when he pulled her up and led her to the window, though until she'd realized he was moving away from the door, she'd been tempted to pull away. Standing at the window, his hands around her shoulders, she nodded truthfully when he asked if she wasn't happy to be living in such a beautiful place. If she really were forced to stay here, then there definately could have been worse environments to be in. The gardens beneath her were breathtaking, the colors vivid and everywhere.

Her eyes closed for a moment as his hands caressed her shoulders and his lips softly brushed her cheeks. She nearly started trembling again, though she wasn't entirely sure why. He scared her, yet the tenderness he was showing her today had her completely confused and disoriented. His next words did nothing to help that situation.

You know, you have a very kinky mind, Allie. If you are as passionate in person as you were on the net, then I will really enjoy being with you.

Her brow furrowed immediately at this, the first clue that she'd actually had contact with him in some sort. Her mind raced through different people she knew online and the list narrowed hugely as she checked off one after another. She'd had a lot of friends online, but most were just light flirting, nothing serious. Her eyes widened even more as she thought about the most serious 'relationship' she'd had online. She'd been wilder and crazier with him then anyone else, letting loose and letting her fantasies run like wildfire. Her lips parted in shock as she recalled some of their exact conversations and her eyes sought his out, but he gave nothing away.

She had no time to think on it any longer however because he stepped closer to her and leaned down until he was inches from her face.

I want to kiss you.

She realized he wasn't really asking, but yet he wasn't forcing the issue either and her brain yelled different, conflicting reactions at her. Her instinct, still being nervous and skittish was to back away from him, but she stopped herself after the first step, realizing that was perhaps a bad choice. Swallowing hard and smiling slightly, her nerves absolutely jangling, she stepped forward again and leaned her head up, brushing her lips softly against his.

The jolt that went through her skin at touching him surprised her and she instinctively moved even closer, though a tiny part of her was screaming that she should get away, he'd just hurt her even more then he already had. Ignoring that part for the moment, she boldly lifted her arms to circle his neck and opened her mouth under his, inviting his tongue in.

 

[Wolk]

Triumph spread through his head as he felt her lips touch his. She seemed a little reluctant at first, as though she didn't really want to do it, but what she did after convinced him otherwise.

He moaned in delight as her mouth opened invitingly and she pulled him closer to her. Al did not hesitate to make use of the opportunity, gently snaking his tongue into her warm, wet mouth, probing it and exciting himself. He wondered how great this passionate wetness would feel on his cock, wondered how good she was at oral sex. It was one thing to chat about it, but to be able to take a large piece of man's equipment was not something any girl could do well. Somehow, he was sure he would soon find out first hand.

Growing hotter, Al allowed his hand to travel down from caressing her shoulders and back. He squeezed a handful of her delightful curvy ass through the gentle silk, but that got a painful yelp from Allie. He took the hand off and broke the kiss, smiling softly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

Leaning in again, he kissed her lips over, softly this time and without the tongue. Just a long, lingering kiss, caressing her lips with his, sucking on her bottom lip gently, and moaning softly now and then. Finally, pulling away, he smiled at her again, gazing into her lovely eyes.

Leading her back to her large bed, he sat onto the soft silky covers, and sat her down next to him. Taking her hand into his, he caressed it softly, reassuringly, as he spoke.

"I don't want to just take you, my sweetie. You are so much more than just a cute body to me. I would like to have you give yourself to me willingly, to enjoy it like I know you can... Do you think you are ready to do that, Allie?"

 

[Alerdene]

The kiss deepened and she nearly melted against him when his moan came against her lips. Her tongue played against his, exploring and letting him explore. His hands pressed her closer and she gave it no thought when they began dropping lower... no thought until he squeezed her bottom and she gave a soft yelp of pain as the soreness there sprang to life.

Surprising her yet again, his hand moved immediately and he pulled back enough to apologize. His lips found hers again quickly, though in a soft, slow, sensual kiss this time. Her sense were turned upside down as her body reacted to his, her head kept trying to butt in and remind her of the day before, and her body wanting to forget all that and focus merely on the sensations coursing through her now.

When he led her to the bed and sat her down next to him, she tensed momentarily, but relaxed as he caressed her hand softly. His words were gentle, yet firm as he softly asked her,

I don't want to just take you, my sweetie. You are so much more than just a cute body to me. I would like to have you give yourself to me willingly, to enjoy it like I know you can... Do you think you are ready to do that, Allie?

She sat there a long, silent moment, her hand in his, her fingers stroking his palm softly. His words were tender, there was nothing in his attitude that said he meant to take her by force. Yet she wasn't so naive as to think she was there merely to become another maid for his palace. If she didn't give him what he wanted, he would take it, one way or another. She had no desire for it to be a violent act... her mind had a hard enough time taking the torture the day before, to add a violent rape to it would make it even harder to stay sane.

She forced herself to remember some of the conversations she'd had with him online, or at least she was assuming it was him. At the time, she'd wondered what it would be like to really be with him and it appeared now she'd have plenty of time to find out. If she forced herself to believe that she'd come there voluntarily, perhaps it wouldn't be so hard.

Her decision made, she didn't answer him, merely pulled her hand from his softly and stood up, turning to face him and gaze into his eyes as her hands went to the tie on the robe and slowly undid them. Letting the silk glide from her shoulders, it dropped to the floor, leaving her in the lacey bra and panties.

Stepping between his legs, one of her legs in between his, the other on the outside of one, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his. Kissing him, nibbling lightly on his lower lip, she pressed firmly against him, his arms going around her as he reclined on the bed, her body lying half on top of his.

 

[Wolk]

As her light silk robe fell open, Al sat there mesmerized by her beautiful body, more revealed and accented than covered by the lacy underwear. His cock, already half-excited from the mere kiss, jumped at full readiness, and Al was quite ready to pounce at her that very instant, had she not came at him so passionately herself.

"Oh, Allie!" He moaned in pure pleasure.

The kiss was hot and passionate, and his hands now joined in uninhibited, exploring all over her body, though sparing her buttocks. Her breasts never once failed to make him moan in pleasure when he felt their firm shapes on his palms.

He rolled over, putting Allie onto her back, then slid along her body, showering it with kisses. His hands slipped under the band of her panties and pulled them off insistently, revealing her lovely pussy.

That sight whipped even more lust into him, and Al immediately went at it hungrily. He kissed her, licked and tickled it, thrust his tongue between her lovely sex lips. For a few minutes he ate her like a hungry animal does fresh prey, then stood up.

Smiling at her, fire burning in his yes, Al quickly discareded his T-shirt as well as his pants and boxers. Naked, he jumped back into the bed where a sexy woman awaited, wearing nothing but a sexy bra. Their bodies interweaved again, into a flurry of kisses and caresses.

Even in this wild lust, he had remembered of the pains her poor ass still suffered from the earlier punishment, and decided it would be too hurtful for her to lie on her back, support his weight and take a passionate pounding. So, Al rolled onto his back, making her straddle him. Moving his hips he rubbed his erection over her pussy, while he looked into her eyes, smiling lovingly.

"I want you, Allie!"

 

[Alerdene]

His arms wrapped around her and his hands seem to have multiplied as they where everywhere at once, touching, tickling, caressing her into a blissful state. She wasn't surprised when he rolled her over and went with him easily, her arms staying locked around him until he pulled back, looking at her.

His hands went to her panties and she arched her hips off the bed, letting him slide them down her long legs easily. He wasted no time, his mouth finding her immediately, his tongue plunging deep inside her as if he wanted to taste her very insides. Her hands tangled in his hair, though she added no pressure, merely spreading her legs for him as she moaned and thrashed wildly. He nearly brought her with his wildness, his tongue and lips like his hands... everywhere at once it seemed, but at the last moment, just before she screamed, he pulled back and stood above her.

Her chest heaving as she panted, she leaned up on her elbows and watched him undress, her golden eyes growing wide as his pants and boxers fell to the floor. Licking her lips almost unconsciously at the more then well endowed size of him, she took a deep breath and prayed to God that he didn't tear her in half.

He leapt at her and she squealed, the noise dissolving into laughter as he wrapped himself around her, her hands returning the favor he'd paid and exploring every inch of his bare skin. With a groan, he rolled to his back, pulling her above her, which surprised her a little, her mind not registering the fact that he was being mindful of her pain.

He moved underneath her as she hovered above him, teasing her, rubbing against her wet opening. She watched his face, her hands resting lightly on his chest as she kept him there, just at her entrance.

I want you, Allie!

That was the only acknowledgement that she needed and she immediately plunged down onto him, impaling herself before she could even think about going gently. A gasp escaped her as she settled down onto him, her tight walls stretching around him and hovering on that precious line between pain and something else.

Sitting there on him, trying to adjust to his size as he filled her, she wiggled as she slowly worked her way down completely. Her hands went behind her as she wiggled, slowly unfastening the back of the bra, and slipping her arms from the straps. When she felt more comfortable astride him, she let the slip of material drop from her chest and tossed it aside, her breasts bare for him, her nipples already standing at attention.

Tilting her head to the side a tiny bit, her hair streaming across her face and down one shoulder she began to move. Her hips slowly moved themselves up and down, sliding him in and out until she was comfortable doing it. Her eyes closed and her teeth found her lower lip at the intense pleasure even the slow movement was giving her. After a long, slow, teasing moment of this however, she opened her eyes and began to ride him, wanting to feel his huge cock pressing deep in her with every thrust.

 

[Wolk]

He couldn't help moaning in pleasure, nor did he want to keep that moan in, as Allie's body lowered onto his, taking his cock deep within her. He enjoyed it, looking into her eyes, as his hands caressed her thighs.

"You feel so good." He smiled.

The expression on her face - that of concentration and pleasure at the same time, was priceless. That alone made being with her so much more enjoyable than forcing her into something.

His eyes lit up even more as she reached behind her. Her large, well-shaped breasts were even more beautiful pushed out at him this way. The bra fell, and he couldn't help, but be hypnotized by them. His hands reached out hungrily, to caress and fondle her flesh. The pleasure was so good, he moaned, growing more and more excited.

He was about to ask her to stop the teasing and start moving already, when she did just that. He released her breasts, letting them bounce wildly before his face as she rode his pole hard, just like it craved.

His hips raised and fell to meet her, to drive his cock even deeper into her ecstatic, tight pussy. He felt her juices flowing onto his thigh, heart her moans, watched her beautiful hair and breasts fly wildly, passionately, as she impaled herself onto him over and over again.

"Oh, yes, Allie, yes! Yes!" He encouraged her. "You can scream. Scream as loud as you want - there is nobody to mind it."

He put his hands onto her waist and began helping her push down.

"Go, babe, go harder. Harder. Harder!"

The enthusiasm with which she followed those commands made for pleasure that was nearly impossible to take. Neither could he hold out under it for long. Soon, her wild ride, the ecstasy that her tight pussy rubbed into his hot cock built up to an overwhelming level.

He moaned loudly and pulled her torso down onto him. His hand went to squeeze and fondle her breast, to pinch and twist her nipple passionately, while his lips claimed hers, making her swallow his orgasmic moan. The massive cock, in the meantime, twitched and pulsed within her, unloading his massive orgasm into her, filling her with hot cream.

When the explosion of pleasure that made them both disconnect from the world for a while was over, he kissed her softly, staying inside of her and caressing her body softly. Gazing into her eyes lovingly, he smiled, saying nothing.

 

[Alerdene]

His hands came to her full breasts and fondled them as she moved, his touch causing loud moans to erupt from her as she rode his cock. When he said go harder, she didn't hesitate, loving the way he split her in two over and over.

By the time he told her to scream, scream as loud as she wanted, she was near to doing so already, her body having lost control and making primal sounds of pleasure and desire. She leaned back, her hands digging into his thighs behind her as she moved, her juices dripping down onto him as they leaked around his staff.

When he pulled her down on his chest, his hands tugging at her nipples at the same time, she screamed outloud as her muscles tensed and tightened, spasming around him over and over as she felt her body explode into wetness, flooding his cock and thighs with her juices. He came a moment later and her first orgasm melted straight into a second, even more intense one as his mouth captured hers and she gave herself to him.

Finally collapsing against his chest, she made no attempt to roll off of him and he didn't move her, instead his arms went around her cradling her body to his chest as they both calmed, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Her head was to one side and she could see into his eyes and she saw nothing there that scared her. It was as if he was an entirely different person then the day before and she snuggled into him, her fingers tracing his skin lightly as she lay there.

Eventually she slid off of him to one side, afraid she might be getting heavy on him. She wrapped herself around him, a long bare thigh going over his own as she rested for a few minutes before lifting on one elbow and looking down at him. He remained silent, just letting her look. Impulsively she leaned over and gave him a soft kiss before jumping out of bed and padding over to the table near the window.

The sunlight fell on her naked skin, but after what she'd just experienced she felt no need to cover up. Pouring a glass of juice after making sure it was still cool, she brought it to him and handed it to him, half lying next to him, her breasts rubbing lightly against his side as she leaned forward and licked one of his nipples.

Laughing outloud, she sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, watching him, not daring to say anything, having no idea what she should be feeling at the moment... having just fucked her captor crazy... but having a daring suspicion that the happiness and all-over tingling was probably not it.

 

[Wolk]

He just laid there smiling, letting her slip out of his hug, of the bed. Her body looked plain gorgeous in the bright sunlight. Was it not for the wild ride they have just been through, he would have jumped at her that very moment, so sexy her graceful beauty was.

Instead, he laid relaxed, watching the nude girl as she brough him a glass of juice - only to him, neglecting her own needs, if she had any. He was impressed, but couldn't let her forget about herself either.

"Thank you, babe." He smiled warmly.

He took a big, hungry gulp of the juice, loving the liquid disappearing down his throat and rehydrating the body. He then brought the glass to her lips tipping it lightly, so that the liquid just began to approach its edge and would be convenient to drink. Thus, he fed her the juice, loving every moment of it. Putting the glass aside, his hand softly traced her hair and face.

"You are so beautiful..." He smiled, speaking softly, with adoration.

Taking her under the chin gently, with two fingers, he drew her in for another kiss. A long, soft one. The only kind he desired now that his passion was deposited within her in a sticky mass.

"I don't think I will ever get enough of you, my Allie." He smiled and kissed her quickly. "It's a good thing you will always be mine." He noted a glimpse of a fearful shadow in her eyes as she got reminded of her status and smiled. "Don't worry, silly, you will love it. You already do. Am I right?"

He laughed and ruffled her hair playfully.

"You have beautiful breasts." He noted, watching her blush cutely and look down. "Would you put on a corset for me, darling. I bet they will look even better over it." He smiled.

"What are we to do next..." He pondered aloud as she returned from the closet room. "Maybe you should give me a nice wet blowjob? Yes, that'd be great." He petted her again, then sat up on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. "Come on, Allie. Tie your hair back, get down on your knees, and you go girl!" He grinned naughtily at her.

 

[Alerdene]

She drank the juice when he offered it, tentatively at first, then a larger drink as the sweetness burst in her mouth, refreshing her. Her cheeks tinged pink as he traced her hair and called her beautiful but she didn't pull away, continued looking at him as he pulled her close for another kiss.

I don't think I will ever get enough of you, my Allie. It's a good thing you will always be mine.

With that simple statement however, her fear and uneasiness returned as she was reminded of just how permanent this situation was. It must have shown on her face because he continued rather quickly.

Don't worry, silly, you will love it. You already do. Am I right?

She nodded carefully, her thoughts conflicted... along with her emotions. What had just happened had been nearly the most beautiful thing in her entire life. But a nagging part of her remembered the day before and knew that one wrong misstep might bring that room crashing back to the forefront.

He didn't let her dwell on it though, ruffling her hair almost like a childs and she smiled shyly. Her blush returned as he mentioned her breasts and she didn't hesitate at his request, jumping off the bed and walking to the closet, figuring she'd find what she needed there somewhere. Disappearing into the closet, she found a rather large selection actually and just pulled one at random, a deep crimson colored one that fit her to perfection. Had she stopped to think about it, the fact that all the clothes were here size might have caused her uneasiness to take over, but she didn't... merely tugged and pulled at the corset until it was fastened as best as she could get it by herself.

Walking out of the room, she headed back to towards the bed, her breasts spilling over the top of the lingerie, her waist seeming even tinier then possible as she swayed towards him. Standing before him, she smiled at his request, he sounded like the eager young man he was and it turned her on immensely.

Come on, Allie. Tie your hair back, get down on your knees, and you go girl!

She reached behind her which served to push her overspilling breasts out further and tied her hair in a loose knot at the knape of her neck before dropping to her knees in front of him. Her tongue came out and barely touched the tip of his cock, smiling as it twitched and half hardened from her light touch.

Her hands snaked up his calves to his thighs and she opened her mouth, sucking just his crown into her mouth, sucking and teasing him as he swelled again. Ducking her head, her tongue came out and she licked him up and down the entire underside of his cock, her tongue teasing his heavy balls each time she reached the base.

His shaft was huge when it hardened and she knew she'd have a hard time at first getting all of it in her throat, so she took him now before he was full size and drew him completely in, sucking and teasing him, her tongue swirling around him in circles as she used her mouth to fuck him, going from firm to gentle and back again, her pressure increasing each time his moans did.

 

[Wolk]

He could not believe how great she looked in the tight red corset. It accented her already full, shapy breasts, her curvy hips that begged to be grabbed onto while he fucked her. The sight made him want her again, and by the time she kneeled before him, he was already half hard.

"Oh, yes..."

As soon as her tongue touched him, his cock grew back to full strength, sencing a sexy, young, fuckable woman, her distinct touch and the pleasure that came with it. It felt great to have her suck him, take him deep. It was a different feeling from the one that entered his body and flooded it with pleasure so shortly ago, as he pierced her sex, but incredible as well.

He moaned again as she swallowed him into her wonderful tight throat. Once again, she managed to impress him greatly, doing what he had not expected she would without him asking.

"Wow, Allie! That feels great. Keep going, babe, keep going."

His hands went to her head anyway, though it wasn't necessary to force her deeper onto him. He just rested them there, caressing her, playing with her soft, silky hair as she brought him more and more pleasure.

"My God, Allie, you are a great cocksucker! Do it more, babe, do it harder! Make me cum in your mouth. You want to taste my cum, don't you? My good girl."

He was very nearly approaching that mark, as her skillful tongue delivered sensations for a blowjob better than he ever had. His hands were grasping into her hair firmly now, and his hips rising infoluntarily, driving more of his cock into her mouth, if that was even possible.

 

[Alerdene]

My God, Allie, you are a great cocksucker! Do it more, babe, do it harder! Make me cum in your mouth. You want to taste my cum, don't you? My good girl.

His words made her smile around him as she continued, finding that she did in fact want to taste him. It gave her a small measure of control that put her at ease a little in her situation and she was determined to give him the absolute best blowjob he'd ever had. It was the one thing she knew she was decent at, her last boyfriend had been big into oral sex and made sure she knew exactly what felt good and what didn't.

Her ploy of taking him in before he was completely hard had worked and by the time he grew and stiffened to full size, she had no trouble accomodating his huge size, though he filled her mouth and throat like she'd never experienced. His hands felt nice in her hair and he wasn't forcing her head harder onto him, merely letting her go at her own pace. Though the pace she set was a rather fast one, liking the way he felt as he slid in and out, slamming against the back of her throat as she used her mouth to fuck him.

Her tongue milked him, lapping at him, teasing him until she knew he was hers. When he was deep in her throat she let out a soft purr that resonated deep in her throat, the vibrations working their way up his velvety cock, not stopping, just getting more and more intense as she sucked him.

His hands tightened and he took over, his hips moving to meet her every movement, fucking her mouth relentlessly as he drew closer and closer. A brief tensing of his muscles and a huge groan were the only warning she had before he exploded into her mouth, stream after stream of his warm seed spilling down her throat and filling her mouth.

She swallowed frantically, keeping him deep in her throat, but even so, a tiny bit of his juices spilled from the corner of her lips, dripping down to her chin as she suckled him, milking him for every drop she could get. His hands dug into her hair almost painfully as he held her there, his hips still pistoning into her mouth with force as he rode the orgasm out.

When she'd gotten every droplet of his seed that she could, she began suckling him gently, cleaning him as he calmed, his hands loosening but not unentangling completely. As he softened in her mouth, she smiled around him, finally pulling back, letting him slide gently from her lips as she licked and gathered the stray liquid that had seeped from her mouth.

 

[Wolk]

She was simply unbelievable. The pleasure her skillful mouth managed to bestow onto him was beyond words. Soon he could no longer contain himself as his body flew away, unguided, on a voyage through paradise.

"Oh, yes. Yes. Yes! Yes, Allie, yes! Oh, my God..."

His cock twitched over and over, unloading the hot white payload of his balls down her throat, feeling it spasm and swallow around him, driving him wilder yet. By the time he was in control of himself again, he leaned back on the bed. His body relaxed, soft pleasure lighting its every little cell. As she gently sucked him, eating up the last little bits of his seed from its source, he smiled. It was worth it. That moment alone made everything he did worth it - stealing his money, buying this island, turning it into a mini-dictatorship, having a wonderful girl kidnapped, torturing her so badly. He felt horrible for all those, being a pretty good person on the inside, but the heaven on earth he was in then made sure he did not regret his choices one bit.

It was a while before he opened his eyes again, to be greeted by her beautiful smile. Returning the smile, Al pulled her in for a soft, very gentle kiss. Ignoring her mouth opening invitingly for his tongue, he was happy to merely caress her lips with his, savor the pleasant touch.

"My God, Allie, that was wonderful. You are wonderful..." He said softly and smiled.

He nearly went hard again as he started to think how great it would be to do other things with her; all kinds of things. He wanted to have her from behind, wanted her on her back, wanted to take her tight ass, mused of how much fun her ample breasts could be, and much, much more. But he forced those into the back of his mind. There would be plenty of time for everything. For the time being, he wanted her to feel good with him and decided to make every effort to ensure it.

"Did you like it, sweetheart? Honestly..."

He kissed her softly and smiled.

"Is there anything you would like to do? Anything you would really enjoy now?"