Captured and Used (pm for male role)

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Mira washed the herbs gathered from her special healer's garden in a wash basin made just for such tasks inside her small tent. She lived in a community of gypsy peoples and had recently taken over her deceased grandmother's job as the tribe's herbalist healer. Her grandmother taught her well and over the past year Mira's reputation as a good healer was well known among hers and cousin tribes. Her parents, acrobatic circus performers in the gypsy community were killed in a freak fire when Mira was just ten years old and she spent the rest of her childhood raised by her grandmother. Now nineteen, Mira is on her own among her tribe with no family left.

As she heads out into the cool night in a province not very well known by her tribe ( they had just begun spending autumns there last year and this was only their second year back) and decides to join the others at the communal firepit. But, her tent, is further away from the rest of the tribe's as a necessity of her needing room to grow a garden and find things in the forest so she lives on the edge of the dark, thick treed wood and has to walk a few minutes to make it to the edge of the gypsy camp.

This night Mira never made it to her people's camp...

...As she walked out of the door to her tent she heard some movement in the darkened woods ahead. She looked back there but could see nothing. As she turned to walk on the path away from the woods and toward the camp she heard movement behind her but as she turned to see who was coming toward her suddenly her eyes were covered as a sack of some sort was pulled over her head...Mira tried to struggle but strong arms held her tightly and tied her up so tight her wrists and ankles stung. She was tossed over a shoulder as if she weighed no more than a sack of potatoes and she felt herself being carried away...

...Mira awoke chained to a stone wall in a cold dark room. She was naked and afraid. She called out for help but recieved a smack in the back of the head which quieted her quickly. She looked up into the face of her kidnapper.

OOC: Looking for a fellow writer, someone with good narrative skills and fairly good grammar. I need this kidnapper to be domineering and sometimes rough with Mira whom he wants for his own personal sex slave.

Mira looks like a more old fashioned version of the red-head in my sig, porcelain skin, dark eyes, long red hair, exotic for the area where she is kidnapped.

PM me if you are interested in the male role.

 

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The room was quiet, and had an echo about it that made it feel like nothing more than four walls of thick concrete. Only a single light came from above, some old lamp light, with an aged bulb sending down sickly yellow light to blanket them. It ended just a few feet from her, and darkness encompassed all else.

It was as if they were in their own universe, and it ended just a few feet from where she sat, and he stood.

"You are not to yell," He said, his voice hard, and firm. He spoke these words slowly to her, plain and clear so she would understand them. She looked dazed, confused, disoriented. She cried softly from the blow he'd given her, not all there.

He snapped his fingers in front of her face, bringing her focus up to him. Mark. Good looking, sharp enough features. Mark was tall, almost looming over her in the chair. He had short black hair, dominating brown eyes, and just the hint of a smile on his thick lips when she finally did look at him.

"You are not to scream, or cry out. You will not speak at all, unless spoken to. I do not want to have any problems down here. This should be simple, and sweet, so long as you obey my rules. If you do not obey my rules, then there will be a punishment."

His arms were thick, muscular, and his hands seemed so large as they came down to her shoulders, touching upon her skin, running down her side as he bent over to her.

"You will address me as Sir, or Master, whenever you speak. Now, do you understand what I have just told you?"

 

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Mira's shivers were now more from fear than from cold, "Yes Master." she whispered, wondering what he intended to do with her. Her head still hurt from where he'd struck her and she was noticing how much bigger than her he was. She was afraid he'd hit her again if she made him angry.

 

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"Oh, that is good. Very good. I do not want to punish you," He said, he was looking down at her body as he spoke to her, his words soft, an eerie powerfulness from his smooth voice.

Fingers ran down her bare breast, to a single nipple that seemed to tighten under his touch, "I would hate to hurt this beautiful skin of yours. So pale, so flawless."

To flick against her hardened nipple, to watch wonderful shivers ripple here and there.

"I've been watching you," He soothed, as his fingers flicked back and forth, testing, teasing, "For a long time. Watching and waiting, wanting you just for myself. And now, I have you. Now, you are mine."

He knelt down before her, looking up at her, those hard eyes on her, "But I need to teach you. There is so much for you to learn. Don't worry, if you just do as I say, we will get through this very easy. Oh so easy. I'll make this as painless as possible, I'll make you enjoy it."

He bent down, his tongue coming out to lick against her nipple. One small simple lick, the first taste of her.

"We'll both enjoy it."

 

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"Please don't..." pleaded Mira. "My people will be looking for me soon and..." but she never finished her statement as the sight of his hand coming at her silenced her once more. She had forgotten the rules already and spoken out of turn. She was learning his rules were strict.

 

[poohlive]

He slapped her only once, not as hard as the first time. It was a light slap intended to snap at the skin and bring her attention back, stop that useless talking. He shook his head, so much potential, she had started so well.

"I told you there would be a punishment," He said, getting up and leaving the area of light. He returned with something small in his hand, a clamp. It looked very fast, very tight. He opened the jaws of it, and let go, it snapped back in place.

"I do not want to punish you. I only gave you a few rules to follow. Do not speak unless spoken to, and always refer to me as Sir, or Master. You broke both rules."

He reached down, plucking at her nipple, making it nice and hard. He enjoyed how easily she reacted to his touch. For all her whimpering, her body betrayed her. It would betray her in the end.

If she did not betray herself.

He reached down with the clamp. It fit over the hard little bud, her nipple poking out. He closed it. It gripped her nipple, sharp pain coming through her body, the vise clamping down and sending pain and pleasure throughout her.

"That is just one," He told her, "I have more, and I can place them on more sensitive parts of your body. You must understand, you belong to me now. There will be no crying, no pleading, no telling me about your people. If I ask you to spread your legs for me, you will spread them."

He knelt down in front of her, his large hands running up and down her creamy thighs.

"Pet, you will now spread your legs for me," He said, as if to demonstrate his new power over her. Eyes desperate and lustful drawn to that V between her legs, waiting to see her cunt.

 

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The pain from such a small part of her was surprisingly enormous and Mira's eyes began to water in pain the moment the clamp had clasped her nipple. She was so frightened of this man and not sure if she was more frightened of what he might make her do or what he could do to her if she didn't comply. As he told her to spread her legs a shiver of disobedience went through her but only for a second. Her piercing, throbbing nipple reminded her she wanted no more of that, so she slowly moved to do as she was told. Opening her legs, coloring deep red with shame as she did so.

 

[poohlive]

He looked up at her, with the expression of compliane. For him, it wasn't if she were going to spread her legs, but merely that she would do so if he commanded it. And she did, even if her cheeks reddened with flame at the thought of him looking at her.

He did stare down upon her cunt. That slippery sweet slit running between her legs.

"That is very good, My pet. You might have learned yet," He spoke, moving down between her legs. First, his fingers. How soft and gentle they were, despite their size. They ran up the length of her slit, pursing those beautiful pussy lips, seperating them as he got a chance to look at the beautiful pink inside of her.

He gasped aloud when he did get to see. Such beauty, it was his now. He would make it his own.

"You do not have permission to do anything," He said, very clear about this, "You are to be still, say nothing, do nothing."

He leaned in, his expert tongue running along her slit, piercing inside, touching, tasting, beginning to lick upon the juice that flowed freely from her.

 

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Mira gasped and felt an involuntary shudder run through her at the feel of his soft, wet, tongue probing her most private places. She wanted to hate it but she couldn't it felt...nice, really nice. A slight tear of confusion escaped her eye and travelled down her still flushed cheek as she closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing which his tongue was making quicken considerably. She had never felt anything like this before.

Among her people it was belieived her medicines were more pure if she was pure and so she was still quite innocent in the ways of men. She grew up with the knowledge that the only women her people respected enough to buy herbs from were virgins and mothers. That in-between period of a simple wife would be the worst for business and she would have had to hurry to get with child for that reason.

But now...she was in a situation she knew nothing about and had no control over. Her life would never be the same after this encounter, she knew it already. Mira wondered if her people would ever even accept her again if she came back to them tainted and unclean from the lusts of her kidnapper's will forced upon her body. Things would certainly not be the same...but even with that frightening notion in her head, Mira squirmed, her flower unconsciously pushing itself closer to the man's mouth.

 

[poohlive]

He found himself very impressed. He did not think she would do as he said. She squirmed, just a little bit, he allowed this. Normally he would not, that itself deserved punishment, but this was her first day. Any good Master needs to give a pet some wiggle room her first day.

She already had one nipple clamp on, pinching, driving that sharp pain through her with every breath. It looked delicious on her nipple. Her poor abused nipple, it needed to be licked.

He did lean up, licking it once, getting it nice and wet.

He was more interested in her budding sex though. Her legs quivered as they stretched open, obscene and vulnerable as his large hands ran up and down her thighs.

"You may tell me how you feel," He said, bending over to push his tongue past her red puffy folds. Allowing her to speak, small steps to break her, force her to admit what was happening inside of her.

He knew she liked it. He could feel her juices flowing freely into his mouth, as he lapped them up. Her squirming was not from uncomfortableness, it had been movement of her sex, pushing it into his face, his tongue running deeper inside of her.

 

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He wanted her to speaknow but Mira wasn't certain what she should say. How she felt? "Master...." she began the way he would like to ensure no punishment followed, "I feel frightened of you and I am worried what you are doing might make it difficult for me to...my people might not accept me...unclean..." she knew he was really waiting for her physical feelings and she continued, "...but....I am confused because it shouldn't feel nice to have someone touching me against my will...but it feels, warm, and tingly and..." Mira's face reddened as she admitted the forbidden truth, "I don't want it to feel good...but it does...sir."

 

[poohlive]

He paused, very pleased at what she said. She had spoken the truth, and that is what he asked of her. Even if he did not like the words themselves, or her excuses for his unwanted touch, he thought he had gotten through to her, at least on some level. She would try to please him, to make sure she followed the rules.

"Good, if you please me I will reward you. And I am very pleased my pet," He smiled, taking hold of the nipple clamp. He eased it off of her ditended bud. It looked white as the clamp came off, blood rushing to her sensitive spot. He helped ease the pain by bringing it to his mouth, licking upon it softly.

"You need not worry about your people. They are no longer your concern. You belong to me now. I will take care of you. Just like I am taking care of you now."

He looked up at her, as two thick fingers slid inside of her waiting hole. He felt the walls of her sex grip down on him. Warm wet, gripping hold as he plunged them inside, pressing against her and testing the strength of her virgin sex. It was a wonder, even his fingers were so tight, the grip phenominal.

"I want you to tell me how it feels, when I touch you," He said, his command a whisper upon her porcelain skin, "Tell me what it does to you, how it tingles, how you want it."

His finger curled up, tracing along her sex, running in and out in a slow steady fucking motion.

 

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Mira gasped as he invaded her most private hole with his thick fingers, pushing them, in and out, in and out...she could barely articulate words as he ordered her to tell him how this now felt, "Its...strange....Master." she admitted. "I don't know....it's...not comfortable and yet not uncomfortable, it's just....Master I have nothing to compare it to in order to describe it." she said in a half apology.

 

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"There is nothing to compare this to. It is all new to you. You just tell me if something is good, or bad, or if you can describe it."

He snaked down between her thighs again. Licking. He invaded her soft sex, his tongue running roughly up through the opening. With his fingers still inside, it was all invasive, all encompassing.

But, his eyes gave him away. Because they looked up her body, passed her heaving heavy breasts, up to her. He looked at her, studying her, conveying that sense of them together, that bond as he used his tongue so lewdly upon her.

It pushed inside as well. His fingers spreading her open, devouring her, his tongue like fire dancing across her skin. Hot breath against her thighs, his body pressing against her, wiggling, his weight even on her thighs.

 

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Mira couldn't help but weep in response. Her body was shivering and growing so hot and wet. She was feeling stirrings she'd never felt before but it was all too much too soon and so scary. She didn't know this man. She never asked for this. He was invading her....why did she like it so?

 

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Her body just could not stop from becoming overstimulated. He was touching everything, licking, caressing, using her and confusing her. Whatever her mind might fight, whatever she might not accept did not even come close to what her sex was telling her right now.

That she needed more, that she loved it.

He drank in her sweet juice. Nectar as it poured from her narrow slit. He watched his fingers invade her, how they just ran deep into the depths of her. Tender pink walls closed in on him, squeezing tight around him whether she wanted him inside or not. Her pussy had been made just for this, and she could not deny it.

Yet she kept her legs spread so wide, keeping them there so he could be between them. They were spread out, one leg curling back around his back, a desperate heel clinging to him.

He would send her over the edge. Let her feel so much pleasure before he turned to teach and humiliate her. She would like it, she liked it right now.

"Being so open, so vulnerable to a stranger. Tied up, helpless, unable to do anything but take it. Take these foreign fingers deep within your cunt. You will take all of me."

 

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Mira opened her mouth to plead, to argue against it....but she instead wimpered again, knowing full well she preferred what he was doing to any punishment resulting from her disobedience. It was too late already. She could never go back to her old life and be the same again, so why was she still tempted to resist?

 

[poohlive]

Was she already starting to enjoy it? Perhaps. If anything, she was getting used to it. The thoughts, pleasurable feelings were running through every inch of her. A woman who had never known the aspects of pleasure was now being driven hard right through it.

She was accepting him, and what he was doing. This meant he could manipulate her now. She would become one of his.

He stopped, his touch growing lighter and lighter upon her skin. The licks became merely supple teases, his fingers no longer pressing deep within her. They came out, thick with her juice.

"Do you see this? You've gotten so wet from just one touch. Yes, you will become a very good pet."

He brought those fingers up to her sweet lips, "Suck on them. Get that juice off of my fingers. It is your juice after all. Taste it, tell me what you taste like, my sweet pet."

 

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She was panting by the time he had stopped. She found herself both grateful for the cessation and also disappointed at the same time. As he held his fingers to her and she saw the result of her hidden passions she colored deeply once more, shame ran through her in a palpable wave. He ordered her to lick her nectar from his fingers...hesiitantly, slowly, she obeyed..."It's...sweet, but musky...like a candy with a liquour hidden within..." she was surprised she could describe it so readily as she tasted it but it was partially because she was pleasantly shocked and relieved that she did not taste bad, it was an acquired taste but something she could imagine one would enjoy once they grew accustomed to it. She could now understand the fervor with which he had gone to work on her when his mouth was lapping her juices up as fast as she could produce them.

 

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"Is that true?" He dipped his fingers down to her waiting sex, pooling the juice and then licking it himself. He paused a moment, the taste fermenting on his tongue.

"Yes, I can see what you mean. It is delicious. You will learn to love the taste, and many others."

He came up to her, kissing her hard upon the mouth. He was forceful, passionate, his tongue roughly playing along her lips, stealing the taste of her. She tasted just as good as her wet cunt. A flowery summer taste that was so sweet, so innocent.

"You will be my sweet pet, because you are so sweet," He licked her again, as if to emphasize, "And you will learn so much. You are innocent, you know so little about your own body, or a man's. Did you know this spot?"

He asked her as his fingers found their way deep within her cunt. He pressed one finger up, twitching it. It ran against her rough g spot, over and over. His calloused finger stimulating it.

"Tell me pet, while we still play like this, have you ever touched yourself this way, explored your body, fantasized of having a man deep inside of you?"

 

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Mira shook her head, almost speechless as he pressed a seemingly magic button deep within her and she tried hard to articulate a response to his questioning. She didn't think anyone would know about the secret caresses late at night when alone in her own tent. These, she thought, were private discoveries and now she realized just how common it must be to want to touch oneself. "Yes, Master, you are right, I have touched myself on occasion....but never like this and I never imagined a man....I have been forbidden to think of men in such a way as my people won't allow me to marry for many more years." she explained.

 

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"Is that true?" This woman had been forced to be chaste as this, when such desire burned within her, "I am your Master now, my pet. I am the only one who can forbid you or force you to do anything. Remember that."

He kissed her cheek, such a soft gentle caress as he brought out a knife to cut at her ties. Her hands free, and no ties on her legs. If she had a thought about it, she could run.

He still kneeled in front of her, between her legs. His two deep fingers playing at such a sensitive spot. He stopped this as well, those fingers leaving her delicious cunt, once more coming up to her mouth, in order for her to clean them.

"I want you to show me. Show me how you touched yourself, show me what you did to your beautiful body, and what you thought of. I want to know your most inner secrets, dirtiest desires."

 

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Swallowing her pride for the moment, Mira slowly slid her newly freed right hand between her legs, caressing her inner thigh for a long time as she tried to imagine she was alone and worked up the courage to touch herself even despite knowing full well he was there, just in front of her, caressing her and kissing her, watching what she was doing very closely.

With much hesitation, Mira let her finger move over the slit of the folds that protected her womanhood. She slid inside easily, her body responded often to confrontation with more moisture, she never understood why but was beginning to. His kisses upon her sex just moments earlier and his probing fingers did much to help that moisture form as well.

Mira slowly, rubbed, very lightly, over her tiny pearl...this was where she was the most sensitive and often focused the most of her manual attentions. She had never found much pleasure in immitating a phallus with her own fingers, perhaps there was just not enough length or girth? Perhaps it was knowing she would be in trouble if anyone found out she was playing with herself. She didn't know why, but she never dwelled upon that either...this pearl was where the most satisfaction was. She used her middle finger shoved inside her tiny opening to anchor herself, curling it inwards, and used her index finger and thumb to lightly rub and tease her swelling nub. Sighing as she developed her own rhythm. After a few moments, she was indeed in her own world, lost in a sea of her own desires.

 

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He could see her playing with herself. How cute, such an innocent little girl and the very beginnings of passion. She closed her eyes, her back arcing in the air. He found himself not doing anything. He would just kneel between her thighs and watch her.

He heard small noises come out of her. Sighs, the whispered moans of a lover. She'd never been loud before, never thought she could. Her movements were small, pleasurable, everything a good touch should be.

He wanted to help her out, bring her past that point of no return.

His hands returned to her body. This time they caressed, sweet and gentle upon her skin. He reached up to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it, teasing with his teeth as he began to stimulate her. That is what this would all become, stimulation.

Over stimulation.

He wanted to send her over the edge, her very skin developing live wire endings, routing her synapses through that little bud of pleasure inside of her pussy. Nothing else would matter after that, she would be his.

She already was.

"Feel me," He whispered against her skin, "I want to touch you. I want to feel you. You feel so good Mira. Don't stop. Do this just for me, pet. All for me."