Captured

JW led her downstairs and watched as she sat at the table, looking expectantly. He shrugged his shoulders, mentally, figuring it wouldn't harm to show a little kindness after her willing performance up stairs.

He pulled two stoneware bowls from a glass doored cabinet. Ladling each bowl with the venison stew, he placed on of the bowls in front of her and then poured each of them a glass of sweet tea.

JW sat down next to her at the small table and said, "In the future, I will continue cooking, you serve up and clean up. Agreed?"
 
"In the future, I will continue cooking, you serve up and clean up. Agreed?"

Okay, that sounded a whole lot more acceptable, than being chained in the basement!!

She smiled at him.

"Sure, I can live with that....... Master! Thank you!"

She began to eat. The stew was delicious, and she was so hungry, she had to pace herself, rather than gulp it all down.

She had a second helping.

"this is lovely. It occured to me earlier, I dont know your name. What should I call you?"
 
JW watched as she began wolfing down a second helping of the venison stew. She asked, "What should I call you?"

JW looked at her and smiled, "I believe master will work for now."

He saw the crestfallen look on her face and cupped her face gently. "In time, I will share that with you, for now, we must proceed as we are."

JW watched as she finished, the second bowl of stew and asked, "Tell me, what were your friends mad at you about?"
 
"I believe master will work for now."

Barbara managed a smile. "Ok, Master it is!" then she brightened as he added that he would tell her more in the fullness of time.

God, this is so surreal, she thought to herself. It was like they were on a date, save for the fact that she was naked, with a rope around her neck, and his prisoner!! But it was easier for her to deal with, if she kept up that illusion, at least to herself.

"Tell me, what were your friends mad at you about?"

She glanced up at him surprised. Clearly he had watched her for sometime, and it had not been simply an opportunistic snatch and grab.

"We were fighting over a man! My friend liked this guy, he wasn't interested in her, but he was in me, and he gave me his number. I had called him, and she thought that was stepping on her toes. Our other friends, as usual, sided with her, telling me I was a self centered bitch, and that I should put friendship before getting laid!"

She was suddenly assaulted by all that had happened, and she began to cry.
 
JW wrapped his arm around her shoulders, trying to console her. "What do they know? They are stupid." JW kissed the top of her head and said, "It is okay, we have each other now."

JW sat with her until the tears slowly subsided. He stood and started scalding water into the sink adding some dish liquid, "Okay, please do the dishes and then we will talk some more after."

JW sat at the table, leaving it between her and him. Though there were several sharp knives in the sink and in the rack next to the sink. He was ready though, if she tried to attack he would defend himself and then give her correction.
 
Barbara went to the sink, trying to get her head around what was happening, this was her abductor, and she was here, chatting with him, like they were dating, even dividing the chores.

She eyed the knives, and wondered if she could get one and use it to get the upper hand, or if he would get her first.

She carefully washed the crockery, item by item, by item, all the while leaving the knives to the side. She wondered what to do. Would she regret it later if she did not take her chance when she had it, or would it fail, and worsen her situation.

In the end, she decided to simply wash the knife, and put it away, carefully noting the location. She would bide her time.
 
JW sat watching as Barbara's ass wiggled seductively as she washed dishes. Little motions left and right as the dishes were washed, cleaned, and placed in the rack to air dry. He noticed that the knives were the last items to be washed, half expecting her to try something.

His jaw dropped and cock expanded as she washed then put the knife away, with only the slightest of pauses. His voice was warm, soft, like a mid-May sun, "Oh, Barbara, you are so good. I am very pleased you didn't try to kill me with the knife."
 
She smiled at him. Now that he said it, she was glad she hadn't grabbed the knife either. Opportunity would present itself agian, and his guard would be lower then, because he wouldn't be expecting it. That was why she hadn't grabbed it, wasn't it???

She went and sat down beside the fire.

"so, you want to tell me something about yourself!" she began, trying to make conversation.

She looked toward the door, thinking that hse could have been on her way, if only she had played her cards properly, but no, she had done the right thing. It was better to plan an escape, rather than simply make a run for it. That way it'd have a greater chance of success.
 
JW watched as Barbara glanced toward the door before asking about him. Part of his was quite disappointed that she would try to lull him into a sense of false security. Part of his also recognized that it should be expected.

"Well, there isn't much to tell really. I went to the State University, study chemistry and agriculture. When my folks retired, I took over the family business."


JW stood and said, "Follow me," while grabbing the end of the rope. He walked to the door leading outside.

The house, gray with age, sat atop a hill having a good view of the ozarks above and the forest below. In no direction could any sign of habitation other than his house could be seen. "Anything not locked out her is safe, don't go into the trees, that is where the wolf traps are."

JW glanced at her and said, "Wolves too, come to think of it."
 
She listened, surprised at her genuine interest, as he spoke of his childhood, and his education. It was so like a date, it was scary - she kept forgetting herself, forgetting that he had abducted her, forgetting that she should be plotting her escape.

She was quickly reminded of her status, when he went toward the door, yanking on the rope around her neck, choking her for a second, before she followed.

As they went outside and she saw the place for the first time, she was surprised at how....... ordinary it looked. Who would guess, looking at this place, that a woman was staked out in the basement?? She looked around, taking in the tree line, the drive way, the van.

She was mentally measuring the distance between the house and the cover of the trees, when he mentioned the wolf traps again, and this time, added the horror image of actual wolves.

She decided that if she was to escape, she would need the van. Even if she hit a wolf trap, it would give her a second chance to proceed on foot.

The breeze was cool, and her nipples stood erect on her chest, and she was acutely aware of her lack of dress.

"So, where is the nearest town, or shops really? Can you buy stuff handily enough, of do you need to be totally self sufficient?"

She phrased her question casually, but she was gathering important information, which she might yet have the opportunity to use.
 
JW smiled sardonically as she asked about town, and where it was. "Don't you worry about town, I will fetch whatever you need." He saw her dubious look and continued, "Yes even whatever female supplies you need."

The day was warm, not terribly hot, the slightest hint that fall was indeed on its way. The sun was bright, baking their skin ever so slightly, as they stayed outside a little while. JW walked over to the porch of the house and sat on the swing. Patting the seat next to him, he said, "Come sit with me please."

As Barbara sat, he laid his palm against her thigh, allowing his fingers to wrap into her inner thigh. "I love this area, wouldn't leave for all the money in the world."

Squeezing her thigh affectionately, he asked, "What about you? What brought you to Arkansas?"
 
Barbara wondered for a moment, the wisdom of telling him her personal information, but then she thought, how could it get worse?? She was captive here, and although he was being very pleasant here, she recalled his threats when he had abducted her. Maybe he had amaplit personality or something??

Notwithstanding that, she found herself genuinely wanting to tell him about herself.

"I was in arkanas for a mini vacation. Me and the girls, were all starting new careers soon and......"'she trailed off for a minute, then took a deep breath and continued. " we were all in college together, in Chicago, and we went to the crater of diamonds for an adventure together, not knowing when we'd all be together again..." she trailed off. It had been a disaster! One bitch fight after another! Then she'd been abducted!
 
JW heard the acidic answer about the vacation and nodded. "Well, you won't have any more cat fights here." He added with a smile, "No one to fight."

He swung on the swing, enjoying the warm afternoon, his hand getting a little slick with sweat where it rested against her thigh. They chit chatted for a half hour about nothing and everything then he stood and took her hand in his, "Please come with me."

He led her down into the basement again, this time passed the box and through the door in the middle of the far wall. Flicking on the light to the middle room displayed the contents of the room. In the middle of the 15'x20' room was a padded device that was designed to hold someone securely to it. An inverted V shape, the person strapped down would have their buttocks pointing straight up into the air. Their arms and legs would be apart, allowing unfettered access to the person so strapped.

Guiding her by the rope around her neck, JW led her to the device and said, "Please get on the 'chair' and make yourself comfortable. If you participate, this will not hurt, but ill be quite pleasant."
 
It was almost pleasant, sitting there enjoying the afternoon sun, and the easy conversation, but then he stood.

"Please come with me."




Her steps faltered, when she realsied hie meant to lead her back into the basement. She had almost gotten it into her head that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. She almost stopped dead, almost refused to enter the basement, but then she thought to herself how much more pleasant things were when she co-operated with him. So taking a deep breath, she forced herself to following him into the basement, and it was with relief and trepidation, that she went through the door in the wall.


She froze when she was the contraption onto which he wanted her to get. Calling it a chair, was pushing it, it was like a padded sawhorse, and she knew she would be at his absolute mercy on that.

Please get on the 'chair' and make yourself comfortable. If you participate, this will not hurt, but ill be quite pleasant."


She didn't want to get on, and she thought about pleading with him, but that might anger him. He was being reasonable polite, and after several moments, she stepped forward, her legs shaking, and she lay across the bench.

She was still shaking, as she felt him touch the shackles, preparing to strap her down.
 
JW watched as Barbara knelt on the chair and then bent over the middle, placing her forearms in the opposite stirrups. "Good girl" he whispered as she settled into place and began to shackle her down. First her arms, then legs were secured. Afterward he took a thick padded strap and then secured her torso to the cross bar to prevent her from hurting herself.

He stood behind her as he finished then placed a wet kiss on each butt cheek and caressed her gently. "Today, we will take it easy on you, okay?"

He saw her terrified nod. He continued whispering sweet nothings to her as he massaged her right ass cheek, running his hand over it again and again until Barbara began to wiggle under his touch. At the first sign of her wiggle he raised his hand and slapped her butt softly, a dull 'thud' filling the room.
 
He was being so gentle to her, so kind and considerate, she was forgetting that she was essentially her prisioner.

"Today, we will take it easy on you, okay?"

She smiled at him, and then yelped as his hand came down upon her upturned ass, spreading a stinging fire across her cheeks. Moments later, it began to fade, just as another smack landed on her other ass cheek. The stinging re emerged, but deeper, the heat began to spread, as blood rushed to the surface of her flesh.

As it continued, she began to whimper and moan, as her body discovered the pleasure that a little pain can bring.
 
JW smiled as he watched her reacting to his hand's attention to her derrière. A low moan on her lips, a whimper preceding a smack on her cheek but the briefest of moments. He worked his pants open and down his thighs until the pooled at his ankles.

He stepped close enough that his cock brushed against her gaping pussy. Each swat spreading the head in her juices.

Turning his hands to the other cheek, beginning to warm it as well. "Feels good, doesn't it, sweetie? Do you want me inside you again?"
 
Barbara was so confused. This guy had abducted her, taken her away forcibly, tasered her, chained her in the basement, and even now, he kept her naked, and led her around by a choke chain around her neck, and yet, he had given her the best sex she had ever had, and he was sweet and kind to her.

"Feels good, doesn't it, sweetie? Do you want me inside you again?"

She was wet and throbbing, the heat from his spanking hand had spread heat through out her sex, and she both wanted and needed him now.

"Yes, Master, yes! It feels great, and I really want you inside of me, right now! Pleaes!"
 
JW grabbed her hips and rammed his cock home as hard as he could whispering, "Good girl, sweetie."

Her pussy palpitated around his meat, as her cries of pleasure filled the dungeon. Hard, fast, it was like watching two mountain goats rut, his hips firing back and forth as fast as he could possibly make them. His balls battered her clit as his cock hammered at her sex.

Barbara's quim began squirting out with each stroke, covering both sets of legs. He watched as her ass rolled forward with each stroke, and bounced back as he pulled out.

He hammered Barbara to the edge of her orgasm then changed his stroke, prolonging her desires, keeping her right at the edge. His voice was thick in lust as he whispered "Does my sweetie want to cum? Ask your master nicely and maybe he will let you."
 
"Good girl, sweetie."

His words washed over her, and she glowed with pleasure at his praise and his term of endearment. He began to ride her hard and fast, loud, wet, sloshing sounds announced just how very wet she was!! His balls hit her clit, and she kenw she woudl be screaming uncontrollably in moments!!

She squeezed down on him, rolling her hips as much as she could, as he pumped her! She began to pant, her body quivering as her orgasm rushed down upon her.

"Does my sweetie want to cum? Ask your master nicely and maybe he will let you."

It had never crossed her mind to ask him, but now that he reminded her, she recalled last night.

"Please Master, may I cum?"
she asked sweetly, hoping he would let her, knowing she could not hold off.
 
JW could swear his cock hardened in Barbara's tight hole as she asked permission to cum. "No, sweetie. Not yet, wait for me." JW's voice was husky, tight with lust and desire.

Barbara whimpered her disappointment while her pussy heated up even more.

The feeling of power, belonging washed through him as he continued assaulting her pussy. His thumbs splayed her ass wider and wider, allowing him more and deeper access into her.
 
Barbara struggled, trying desperately to hold off the tidal wave threatening to consume her.

She panted hard, moaning, knowing it was useless.

"Master please, please I beg you !! I dont think I can wait any more, please let me cum, please!!"

His every thrust in and out of her had her squeezing her muscles tightly and rhythmically, hoping to send him cascading over the edge. She needed to make him cum quick, if she had to wait on him, because she could hold on no longer!!
 
Was it the desperate sound of her voice? Was it the way her pussy clenched his cock like the hand of heaven? Was it the way her body was vibrating with need? Was it the way she fought to hold back the tsunami that was building inside her? Was it the growing connection between the two of them? Was it the growing control she was giving over to him?

Yes.

His balls tightened, JW fought himself for control, "YES SWEETIE! GIVE TO ME N... AHHHH!!!!"

It was useless. His balls exploded the sheer pleasure of the orgasm cutting off his command for Barbara to cum with him. Her scream of pleasure pierced the dungeon with his, commingling much like the white hot cum he pumped into her pussy mixed with her quim.
 
She clenched down hard on him, his dick pumping her as her body convulsed, and they came together. It was the most intense sexual experience she had ever had, and she craved more, even before the waves of this climax had receeded, her mind had moved to the next time, wondering what new experiences he could introduce her to.

She lay slumped on the bench, glad it was as padded as it was, her breathing laboured, her body still quivering, and her mind almost blank. How was it that this man, this man who had abducted her, could make her body respond so?? And as she thought on that, her feelings towards him, while still mixed, warmed.
 
JW slumped across Barbara's back, his sweat dripping from his body on to hers. His cock slowly deflating inside her. His breath coming in ragged gasps, JW patted her butt gently.

His cock plopped wetly from Barbara; slowly, reluctantly, JW stood straight and went to the cabinet pulling a bottle of lotion from it. Loading his hand with a large portion of lotion, he massaged it into her pink ass cheeks. "Very good sweetie, I am very happy with how you are coming along."
 
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