Captured

JW began paddling her tits a little harder with the riding crop, a slapping noise filling the bed chamber after each swat. "No." he said flatly. He began moving the vibrator in a small circle, ranging from pussy to clit back around to her opening again.

As the vibrator moved, so did Barbara, essentially fucking herself on her master's cock. "You will not cum until I do, understand?"
 
The swats to her tits hurt like hell, but the sting soon abated and the resultant throbbing felt devine. The vibe was driving her insane, and she rocked to get nearer or perhaps further from her torment.

As she moved, she lifted onto and off of his hard cock which was filling her ass to capacity and beyond, the burning stretch making her moan.

"You will not cum until I do, understand?"

She throbbed with desire, and she began to squeeze her ass rhythmically, hoping to drive her Master to the edge, so that she might get to come!!
 
JW's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he swatted her tits. She was squeezing her sphincter, much like one does when defecating, the little ring tightening around him as she simultaneously raised and lowered herself. He was impressed at the sheer athletic ability it took to continue as she was.

"That's it, sweetie, that's it," he groaned out.

His balls tightened as her body came down at an awkward forcing his cock against the already tight tube that held him. Moving the vibrator he swatted her clit with the crop and screamed, "NOW DAMNIT! CUM NOW!" as he began pumping his cum deep into her ass.
 
Barbara had never experienced such a primal experience! She rocked her body, like she was doing reverse curls, and pumped her ass down on him, squeezing tightly, as the crop and the vibe drove her mindless.

She sped up, rocking frantically now, as his thick cock split her open to the max.

"NOW DAMNIT! CUM NOW!"

She screamed as the crop hit directly on her clit, pain shooting through her, and the resultant deep throb sending her over the abyss, and she screamed as she came, as she felt his seed shooting deep within her.

She rocked, moving almost automatically now, as the tidal wave of her climax receeded, ebbing back, as she slowly came down, came back to reality, as the throbbing deep within her ass slowed, in time with her heart rate, as she reverted to normal.
 
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Jw scooted back a bit and then leaned forward, placing his face between her legs, kissing her clit, running his tongue across it. "Good girl, see what pleasures await when you obey me?"

He slowly untied her, kissing the brands where the rope had dug into her skin, lavishing her with his mouth and tongue. Long minutes later, Barbara was completely untied, and JW lay on top of her, his stomach resting on her mons, his head resting next to hers on the pillow.
 
Barbara cuddled into her Master, his head on her chest, and together, on that little cot in the basement, they fell asleep, and she felt more content, more fulfilled than she ever had before.

The sun had set, and darkness wrapped the house, concealing it on the mountain. Barbara unconsciously wrapped herself into his body heat, and slept the sleep of the content.

Morning dawned, and a chill had made its way into the basement, and she snuggled much tighter into him, stroking him, studying his face, as he lay sleeping.
 
JW woke slowly, the warm lithe presence of womanhood curled into his body. A hand was slowly stroking and caressing him. Not that he needed any extra incentive to have a hard on, her touch added fuel to the fire between his legs.

Not saying a word, JW rolled out of the single bed and pulled Barbara to lay perpendicular to the sleeping surface. Her head lolled off the edge of the bed, her eyes wide. Grabbing her by the back of the neck, JW lifted slightly, opening her throat wide.

Waggling his hips, he slapped his cock against her mouth until Barbara opened wide, then he thrust in, and began to slowly fuck her throat.
 
Barbara moaned, as Master slapped her in the face with his cock, gently, waiting for her to open up. Then she relaxed her throat, as he began to feed her his cock, more and more and more, until he hit the back of her throat.

She took a breath, and relaxed herself, breathing though her nose, as she felt his cock head push through her throat and into her gullet. She gagged a little, her throat massaging his shaft, as she worked his cock as he face fucked her.
 
JW slid his cock in and out of her mouth and throat, his pace increasing, balls slapping against her forehead. His eyes watched her tits roll back and forth. Reaching out he caught one up in his hand and began tweaking her nipple twisting it slightly harder each moment.

Her mouth and throat flexed around his shaft, massaging his cock sensuously. Much sooner than he wanted, JW felt his balls contract, his cock expand, and the forceful expulsion of his cum into her mouth.
 
Barbara could feel his excitement grow, his cock twitching as he held her head, and fucked it like a pussy!

She moaned, and then he thrust hard, and filled her mouth pumping his cum into her. She swallowed some and then, with the remainder, she held it in her mouth, opeing and showing him, before she gulped it down.

She licked her lips, and grinned up at him.

"MMMmm yummy Master! Is that breakfast??!!"

She waggled her eyebrows at him, being silly, and she sat up, and took his dick in her mouth, and suckled him, cleaning his of all traces of their seed.
 
She sucked his softening cock into her mouth her tongue lapping at his staff and head. The suction she applied rocked his eyes back into the back of his head.

It was so wondrous that he almost forgot that she forgot. His eyes popped open and his hands pulled her mouth from his cock and tilted her toward him. "Did you forget, sweetie?" His voice soft, carried an edge to it, "What is the first thing you are supposed to say to me each morning?"
 
Barbara thought for a moment, confusion consuming her, and then she remembered.

"Good Morning Master!!"
she whispered.

She looked up at him, trying to establish if he was actually mad, or if he was feigning his fury.

She was still languid, sated from her recent orgasm, and she smiled lazily at him.

"Oh come on! It's no big deal! I forgot is all!"


She looked up at Master's face, and suddenly wondered if it was a big deal after all!!
 
"Good girl Barbara, you must always remember what you have been instructed," JW said.

JW ran his hand across her face cupping it gently staring into the eyes that so quickly learned to yearn for his pleasure. He smiled broadly at her, "Today will be a busy day. We need to pick the garden, start canning, and then later in the day, we'll see about spanking you to an orgasm as a reward."
 
She grinned at him, suddenly taken with this self sufficent lifestyle.

She got up, and realised she had no clothing.

"Master, what shall I wear?" she asked, then she leaned in and kissed him.

She thought of his promise for later, and she was excited by it.

"What time am I getting my spanking?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye.
 
He hadn't considered clothes. It never crossed his mind that who ever he kidnapped would so completely embrace the experience and become a willing partner to it. He pursed his lips as he looked down at her, especially that delicious ass as it pointed up into the air.

"It never crossed my mind to let you dress," he admitted. "There might be some of Mom's old clothes out in one of the sheds."

Helping her up, JW led the way upstairs into the kitchen. "You work on vittles, and I will go see what I can find."
 
Barbara didn't like the idea of working outdoors, naked. But wearing some of Mom's old clothes ..from.. one of the sheds was even less appealing, it was..... kinda creepy!!

She could wear something of his.... anything of his, that would be okay.

She was to get the vittles!! It took her a moment to reaslise what he wanted, it wasn't a term she was used to, but she went into the kitchen, and began to pull together a packed lunch for them to eat while they worked outside.

There was loads of "store cupboard" ingredients, but very little in the "ready to go" category. In the finish, she ended up getting out some flour, salt, fat, an egg and some bread soda, and making a simple soad bread. It was something her grandmother had taught her, and something she hadn't done it years. It was ready after about half and hour, and it would have won no prizes, but it was edible.

She wrapped the bread in a clean tea towel, and gathered some dried fruits, and cheese, a flash of coffee, and she went into the hall to meet Master, when he came back down.
 
JW dressed in his bedroom, listening to Barbara bang around in the kitchen. Before long he could smell the aroma of flour baking and thought about the biscuits that he would soon be eating, his mouth watering in response.

He searched around for something for her to wear and nothing seemed to be of the correct size. Ultimately he decided on one of his shirts, an old flannel shirt that the sleeves had been cut off of, half the buttons torn off by one event or another.

After a while he headed downstairs to see Barbara standing in the hall way waiting for him. In her hands a loaf of bread and other varietals. Glancing past her toward the kitchen, he saw nothing on the table to eat. His voice carried a slight edge as he asked, "What about breakfast?"
 
The smile died on her lips.

"Breakfast?? What about breakfast? I dont usually eat it!" she replied before she thought.

"Um, I've made bread, perhaps I can make some toast? Would that do??" She began to walk off, heading towards the kitchen. I guess I can make a pot of coffee too! I'm not much in the kitchen!"

She was babbling, knowing that there was some kind of punishment likely to be announced as soon as she stopped speaking. She turned and looked at him, trying to mitigate what was coming down the line.

"Sorry master!"
 
Anger flared across JW's face staining it red in response. He closed the distance between them almost instantaneously, Barbara flinching as he pulled up with a stomp.

Spittle sprayed across her face as he bellowed, "ALL YOU CAN THINK OF IS YOURSELF!?!?!"

In one easy swoop he lift her up and slung across his shoulder, "FINE! I'LL LET YOU THINK ABOUT YOU ALL DAY!"

Down the steps two at a time, her arms and legs bouncing off of his torso either in response to the violent descent or an attempt to get free, he wasn't sure.

Arriving at the box that she had been staked to when she first arrived, he placed her in the middle of the top soil. "Lay down," he commanded.
 
"No, no! Please dont do this!! I'm sorry! I didn't realise you wanted me to make breakfast, you never said, please!!!!"

It was useless!! She lay down, the soil seeming worse now than the first time, and she waited, looking up at him, wondering what he was going to do!

Everything had been going so well, and now, out of the blue, he exploded, turning everything topsy turvy once more.

"Please Master, dont leave me down here, I hate it here, please, please, anything but that!!!"
 
"Did I not tell you to work on vittles?" JW asked, his voice cross. Hooking his leg behind hers, he took her down planting her ass first into the topsoil. He went about the process of securing her to the posts, hardly saying anything.

Her sobs seemed to have no impact on him. His face was set in a scowl, his eyes hard. After he finished, JW turned and said, "Maybe after a morning of thinking, you will realize that you must always consider my needs before your own."

Shutting off the light, JW tread up the stairs and closed the door to the basement behind him.
 
In the blink of an eye, Barbara found herself hitting the ground, flat on her back. He had held onto her, breaking her fall, but she had still felt a certain amount of the impact.

She looked up at him, as he gave out to her, and tied her, spread eagled to the posts in the dirt, positioning her as he had that very first day.

Tears formed in her eyes, and trickled down her cheeks, and it had no effect whatsoever. He was fuming!!

"Did I not tell you to work on vittles?"

She looked at him, murmuring "Sorry.... I thought you meant something to bring with us, it never occured to me, that it was breakfast, cos I dont eat it."

wrong thing to say, that was for sure.

"Maybe after a morning of thinking, you will realize that you must always consider my needs before your own."

"Okay. I'm sorry!"

Then he climbed the stairs, and it all went dark.

She lay there, sobbing, and feeling very sorry for herself.
 
JW stepped outside and took his shirt off before heading to the closest of the out laying buildings. Three sheds and two barns made up the secondary buildings, the closest, a shed, held all of the tools necessary for gardening.

He began weeding his garden, a long arduous task, made all the worse because he could feel Barbara in the basement of the house, and could almost feel her anguish at being secured in the basement, and for a moment felt for her.

Then the moment passed as his stomach growled and rolled, hunger making itself known again. JW worked through it as long as he could then tossed the hoe down angrily and headed into the house.

Checking the clock, it had only been an hour, but the time at the moment was secondary to his hunger. Grabbing an apple, he slathered healthy doses of homemade peanut butter on each wedge and gobbled them down, sated his immediate needs.

Walking down the stairs, he could hear her sobs broken by a hopeful sounding, "Master?"

Standing at the foot of the stairs he said, "You are responsible for feeding the two of us, most of the time. I will occasionally cook, when I want to, or on those occasions you are simply too sick to do so. The schedule is breakfast at 7:00 am, dinner at noon, supper at 5:30. I snack morning and afternoon, but that doesn't have to be fancy, left overs from the previous meal usually works."

Walking over to her, JW knelt next to the beautiful woman, whispering "I will provide for you sweetie, but you also have to provide for me," as he caressed her thighs with his right hand.
 
Barbara's emotions were ragged. She was at once comforted, and infuriated by him. It had been a genuine mistake, a misunderstanding, and she recalled him saying earlier that he would cook for them, and she was to clean!! Now, he was changing his mind! That was supposed to be a woman's perogative!!

His hand trailing along her thigh felt good, and she whimpered a little, enjoying the human contact.

She wanted him to cuddle to , she wanted to curl into his arms, but she didn't, she couldn't. She wanted to ask him to untie her, but she dare not do so, lest it anger him once more.

She looked at him, tears welling and spilling over her eye lids, rolling down her already wet cheeks.

"I'm sorry Master, really, I am! I've learned my lesson, and I'll try harder in future!"

She hoped that would be sufficient.
 
JW loosened the straps that held Barbara in place, "I know sweetie," he whispered as he collected her up. Pulling her close to him, his hands absently brushing the top soil from her back.

Unsteadily, JW stood, keeping the diminutive Barbara pressed against his chest and he began climbing the stairs with her. "I guess your Momma never taught ya to cook?"
 
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