Captured

He accepted her apology, and she thought she was making progress. Perhaps if she could just lull him into a false sense of security, an opportunity would open up, and she could escape.

Her heart sank as she saw teh rope, and she began to panic as he put it around her neck.

"Please don't pull against it, you will choke if you do."


She was afraid to move. Oh God, what was he doing???

He began to undo her manacles, and she was hopeful that he might allow her to stand up, to get off of the wet, soggy ground, and that was something to be welcomed.

"Roll over onto your hands and knees. Until you have earned the privilege to stand, you will crawl. Understand?"

Okay.... at least it would allow her to move her limbs, to work out the aches and pains, and she had to take what she could get. But did he really expect her to crawl around on a choke chain, like an animal???

Answering his question she looked at him. "Yes, I understand." after a pause, she added "Thank you" hoping that she might have now earned the privilage to walk.

She looked up... he did. Being careful to not move her neck in any way, she stretched her back, her hips clicking with stiffness. She flexed her shoulders, and it felt good to stretch. She looked up at him, wondering what he intended.
 
JW smiled at her as she knelt before him and then began walking up the stairs slowly, allowing her time to adjust to moving, and to navigate the stairs in the awkward position.

After the long climb they reached to top of the stairs and went into the clean, but old kitchen. The gas stove that ran off of propane, held a pot of venison vegetable soup. On the floor a wolf trap was set up, a broom stick next to it.

JW led her over to the trap and said, "Watch."

Making sure he had her attention, he grabbed the broom stick and activated the steel trap. The trap snapped shut, the woman on her knees next to him squawked and hopped back slightly. The broomstick was sheared in jagged edges where the trap had hit it.

JW squatted next to her and lifted her chin until her eyes locked on his. "Even if it doesn't chop your leg off, a wolf trap will break your leg. If it doesn't break your leg, it will hold you fast. Each spring has about 100 pounds of pressure. I tell you this because there are traps all over the mountain, if you run away, you will step in one. The road is no safer."

JW caressed her face, his voice soft, almost a whisper, "Help me keep you safe, don't try to run away."
 
Yes!! He was leading her toward the stairs!! Even if she didn't get the opportunity to escape now, Barbara knew that it was valuable to see the lay of the land, so to speak.

she was awkard on the stairs, terrified that she might slip, as the rope around her throat was taut, and she imagined it digging into her skin sharply, with one false move. Finaly she made it upstair, to natural light!! and she looked around with interest, noting the door, and window, and the kitchen - looking for drawers that might contain knives, or any other possible weapon.

Then she saw it. Directly in front of the stove, a huge vicious looking thing.

He demonstrated the power of it, and she watched in horror as the trap snapped the brush in two. She recoiled imagining it to be her leg or arm. it would surely snap the limb off, or as good as.

Her appetite was suddenly gone, despite the smell of the stew, and her heart sank as he explained that he area immediatly outside the house was peppered with similar traps. Perhaps he was lying - but then again, perhaps he was telling the truth, and she glanced back at the severed broom handle, and he fleeting bit of courage, fled.

He stroked her hair gently, lovingly almsot, a lovers caress, and she struggled not to recoil.

"Help me keep you safe, don't try to run away."

"I wont! I promise I wont!"
and in that moment, she actually meant it.
 
JW's voice positively purred as he whispered, "That's my good girl." His hand continued its caress, her soft skin against his calloused hand felt incredible. The contrast appealed to him on a primordial level he didn't understand fully, but that lack of understanding assisted instead of interfering with his enjoyment.

Taking the rope in hand, he said softly, "Let's get you cleaned up for lunch." He took her upstairs to a bathroom in the hallway. The bathroom, much like the kitchen below was dated, the tiles white on white. A small vanity a toilet and a clawed tub the three fixtures.

The tub had a hand shower and after helping her into it, he said, "Please kneel in the middle." Turning the water on he turned it to just short of too hot and diverted the water to the hand shower. Turning it to her, he started at her head, letting the hot water rinse off the biggest chunks of top soil off her.
 
"That's my good girl."

His voice, soft and gentle, just like his touch, was totally incongruous with the situation. He had her on a home made choke chain, for God's sake!! Still, she found herself soothed somewhat by his words.

She crawled behind him, led on the lead, to the bathroom - old and dated, like the rest of the house, and she eyed the tub. Would he let her have a bath?? The idea of soaking in a nice hot bath was heavenly, at the moment.

She knelt in the bath, as he instructed, and he turned on the shower spray, and she braced herself, expecting more of the icy cold water. But this time it was hot, and it was lovely. She barely suppressed a moan, as the hot water caressed her skin, washing away the clumps of top soil, and making her clean again. Making her feel human again.

She looked up at him, and managed a watery smile.

"Thank you!" she said simply.
 
JW looked at her kindly and whispered, "Thank you, master; is what you should say." He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed a large dollop into the palm of his hand and began working it into her hair.

Working the shampoo into her scalp, JW worked it along the length of her long black hair. After rinsing her hair out, he loaded another dollop and lathered her hair up. White soapy bubbles cascaded from her hair landing on her shoulders and breasts.

JW rinsed her hair again and then grabbed a plush terry cloth towel drying her off.

JW helped her from the tub and placed the rope around her neck again. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
 
Had it not been for the length of rope around her neck, Barbara might have thought herself to be with a lover, or perhaps a child with a kindly parent, as he gently washed her hair, lathered and rised her, whispering softly to her, wrapping her in a big soft towel. It was surreal.

She was struggling to remind herself that this was indeed the same man who had abducted her, and threatened to cut her tongue out. Who had chained her, spreadeagled to the floor in his basement, who had wolf traps peppered all over the property, in case she escaped.

Confused by what was happening, and still struggling to come to terms with her prediciment, she looked up at him, taking on board his correction.

"Thank you Master" she whispered.

As he dried off her hair, she caught sight of herself in the mirror, and recoiled at the image. She looked haggered, ringed eyes, a pinched, worried expression - none of which was surprising, she supposed, given the circumstances. Still, she resolved to try to keep him happy - it was easier to deal with than when she made him mad.

She began to giggle, as it suddenly occured to her that he was like two seperate people - perhaps he was identical twins, a good and an evil one - the evil one who abducted her, and the kind but simple one who tended to her, in so gentle a manner!! Or perhaps he had a split personality??? Good Abductor and Bad Abductor.. her giggles intensified, and she giggled hysterically, tears of amusement, inappropriate amusement, trickled down her cheeks, until her laughter died, and she continued to sob.
 
JW watched as she went into hysterics. Laughing devolving to crying as her eyes poured and her body shook and shuddered as she hiccuped her breathing. Her heavy tits quivered enticingly as she went through the range of emotions, and JW found himself reacting to the sight as his cock began to stiffen in his jeans.

He placed an arm around her, trying to comfort her, his voice soft as he whispered "Everything would be okay, just you wait and see. I want to take such good care of you little one."
 
"Everything would be okay, just you wait and see. I want to take such good care of you little one."

She knew that that meant almost nothing, not when he had her chained in the basement, but for the moment, she needed to believe. She needed the comfort, and he was the only one to provide it.

"Hold me Master, Hold me!
" she sobbed, and clung to him, until her sobs slowed and then ceased altogether.

She looked up at him, big eyed. "What's going to happen? What are you going to do to me?"
 
Her ripe body flung itself at him, her arms wrapping around his torso, his stiff manhood pressed against her body. His arms wrapped around her, as he hugged her tight. Her body heaved and shuddered as tears began anew, the situation clearly having an impact on her emotionally, as he expected it would.

Suddenly her face turned towards his and she blurted, "What's going to happen? What are you going to do to me?"

JW bowed his head, kissing the tears from the corners of her eyes. He savored the saltiness a moment, along with the feel of her skin under his lips. The softly, "I will take care of you little one. Teach you to love me, to please me, and in return I will love and please you."
 
"I will take care of you little one. Teach you to love me, to please me, and in return I will love and please you."

In that moment, she really believed it. She needed to, as she feared her sanity might leave her otherwise.

She wiped her eyes, and then looked at him, her stomach rumbling.

"Are you going to feed me some of your delicious stew??" she asked hopefully. "It smelled really good!" She was thirsty too, she had avoided asking for a drink, as she hoped to avoid having to use that bucket, but now that he was professing his love for her, perhaps she might be allowed to use the indoor plumbing??? She smiled to herself, getting a little comfortable with the situation.

"I think I need a drink too, I 'm real thirsty!"
 
JW could see part of her breaking down, accepting, the hope in her eyes lit the small bathroom brighter than any light could possibly have. She was in his arms resting easily, her barriers falling away slowly, wonderfully.

Already she was asking for things from him, and it filled him with a happiness that he would be able to grant her wishes. JW kissed her forehead almost tenderly, but certainly with a hunger that was raw and primal.

He patted her hip affectionately and asked, "What did I tell you about asking for something?"
 
"please Master" she added, on foot of his prompt.

"Please Master, may I have something to eat, and something to drink. The stew smells lovely, and I'm real hungry, and thirsty too! Please!!"

She looked up at him pleadingly.

she was standing a foot away from him, naked, and with the rope around her neck, but in that moment, they could have been lovers, and he was the only human contact she had, so she went to him, stepping into his arms, and hugged him hard, pulling his body agaisnt hers, enjoying his body heat, and the closeness she felt.
 
JW wrapped his arms around her again, this time twining his hand in her hair, pulling it gently forcing her face up toward his. His lips met hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth hungrily, seeking to claim that which he sought. His free hand wrapped around her waist his fingers nestled between her ass cheeks as he pulled her hard against his manhood.

His hunger grew with the crush of her tits against him, the feel of her ass in his hand. The mound that protected her sex was centered on his hard cock, and he ground his hips into her firmly. His tongue explored her lips, her teeth, her tongue, searching each part of her mouth.
 
She returned his kiss, eager for him, although there was no logical basis for it, other than her desire for human contact. While she had been chained in the basement, she had felt almost as though she was in the grave, and now she had an intense desire to prove to herself that she was still alive.

She pressed her body to him, almost climbing his body, and desire, sudden and intense, drove her to all but attack him, rubbing her mound agianst him, acutely aware that he was fully clothed, and she was naked.
 
JW's hand reached futher down the crack of her ass until he could finger her pussy gently. She was already warming up, her moisture collecting on his fingertip. Licking the tip of his finger, JW smiled as he looked back into her eyes.

He lead her down the hall to a bed room and lift her up on the bed. Standing next to her, he ripped his clothes off, allowing them to fall to the floor. Precum glistened in the piss slit of his cock, dribbling down the underside, along his shaft.

He climbed into the bed, between her legs and hooked her knees with his elbows. Grabbing her elbows, he rolled her up into a ball, her pussy pointing straight at his cock. His weight pressed against the back of her thighs and elbows, pinning her to the bed, exposed.

His voice was thick, husky, "Is this what you want?" he asked.
 
"Is this what you want?

Was it?? How could it be?? He had abducted her, kept her naked, threatened to kill her...... and yet, in that moment, there was only her body aching for touch, human comfort, and to her amazement, she heard her own voice whisper a single word.

"yes"

She was folded back, immobilised. his arms holding her legs back, and pining her arms, and yet she strained toward him. The rope around her neck flopped loosely, and all she could think of in that moment was the fraction of an inch his dick had to go, to touch her where she needed it most.
 
He wanted her so bad that he overlooked, just for the moment, he lack of manners in asking for his cock, or answering his question. He rammed his hips downward filling her pussy as it expanded much slower that his cock invaded her. The walls quivered as they expanded, massaging his hardness as it welcomed him.

Her heat soaked into his cock. He ground his lower abdomen against her clit, her body still locked into place. "Ask me nicely, girl." JW whispered into her ear as he nibbled on the lobe.
 
"Ask me nicely, girl.

Barbara quivered, need pulsating through her in waves, and suddenly this had become very exciting for her.

"Please will you ...... please fuck me Master!" she said, recalling his earlier instruction about Please and Thank you. Then it occured to her. "Thank you for fucking me!" she whispered, figuring that should cover all issues with protocol.

She had cried out loud when he thrust into her, filling her to capacity. He was big, and her folded position made her seemed even smaller than she otherwise might.

He pulled out, and thust back in, and her body began to react, dampening, opening, stretching, and throbbing.
 
Slowly, JW raised and lowered his hips, his cock driving into the small woman beneath him. Her pussy contracted around his meat, massaging him providing a tightness JW had seldom if ever had experienced before. His lower abdomen drove down into her clit with each stroke, nearly violent waves of pleasure crashing through her body in response.

Her juices flowed copiously, soaking his balls and flooding the crevasse between her cheeks; only to soak into the quilt below her.

Her tits sloshed back and forth with each thrust, brushing against his chest then flowing seductively toward her shoulders, only to rebound back toward him.

Feeling his balls begin to tense up, JW pressed his right thigh tight against her ass and changed the angle which his cock plumbed her. Twisting his torso slightly, he lowered his head down, capturing her nipple in his mouth JW held it with his teeth as his tongue flicked across the top of the nub.
 
She was rolled up into a ball, and his cock was pounding her, pumping into her, stretching her, and rubbing off of all her sensitive spots, making her want to arch her back, but she couldn't. She was pinned down immobile, and it made her so tight, the way he was holding her.

She began to moan, and whimper, as she felt her body reacting more and more to the stimulation.

As he sucked on her nipple, his teeth biting her gently, it pushed her over the edge, and she cried out loudly.


"Oh yes! Of fuck yes!! Master! Master Harder, fuck me harder, please, please, Oh God!! Yeesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!"


She came so hard, harder than she had ever cum before, and she smiled at him, as he continued to thrust into her, dragging her orgasm out for what seemed like a never ending time.
 
It was flesh, fluid, and a frenzy of pussy pounding unlike any time in his life. Her orgasm erupted around his cock her body quivering uncontrollably beneath him. A grand mal seizure of passion.

JW fired his cock into her gushing cunt over and over, each shot expending more energy than the last. Each shot spraying a geyser of quim over the two of them and the bed. They were literally a fucking mess at this point, and JW could care less.

Sweat covered them both, their bodies so slick that only the fact she was completely pinned beneath him kept them connected. His body slapped wetly into hers over and over, extending her pleasure as long as he possibly could.

His balls suddenly released their pent up load. JW's back arched driving his cock in just that little more than it had been, his seed blasting into her with a loud roar escaping his lips.
 
Barbara came again, as his hot seed jetted deep inside of her, reigniting the flames that had so recently consumed her.

She cried out, again, an ear splitting wail of excess as she struggled not to buck him off, as she convulsed so hard.

When finally the waves subsided, she was still quivering, he was still lodged deep inside of her, and she looked at him, amazed at she could have reacted as she did, given the nature of there relationship.

She couldnt think about that now, though, she could think of nothing, her mind was a blank, wiped out by the sheer force of her body's reaction to what he had done. One lone thought entered her mind. She did not even know his name, she knew him only as Master.
 
JW let loose of her arms and legs, lowering himself completely onto her. He kissed her face, over and over, showering her with affectionate kisses, praising her with his lips. His cock remained lodge in her, softening inside her.

"You are welcome," he whispered as his lips caressed hers. Her mouth receptive, opened easily, eagerly, as his tongue slid into her mouth.

They laid there a couple of minutes, their heart rates slowing almost in unison, when he said, "Let's eat, then after lunch, you can bath me."
 
As her orgasm receeded, and she reverted to normal, she wondered what was happening. Had he drugged her? Why had she allowed him to take her? He was her abductor! What on earth was she thinking??

she was intraverted for the next while, struggling to think what was going on. He had raped her. Wait, he had asked her if she wanted it, and she had all but begged him! What did that say about her, she wondered.

The went down stairs and the smell of the delicious stew hit her, and she realised she was starving. She sat down at the table, looking at him, to see if he would change. She still had the rope around her neck, was he going to bring her back down stairs when play time was over.
 
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