Love Bound (25 page)

As much as she tried to relax, the
initial pressure and stretching of penetration hurt, but soon he was inside,
Stephan’s cock buried in her bowels. As he began the fucking motion, slowly at
first, Misty realized this was different than vaginal sex.
It’s so much more
degrading and controlling. Like the man in your ass owns you.

Stephan’s tempo increased without much
increase in discomfort for Misty and eventually he squirted his seed in her
bowels. At first, Misty breathed a sigh of relief, but then she remembered the
stranger hadn’t yet taken her.

Suddenly the door swung open and light
from the hallway spilled into the room. For a few moments, Misty was blinded as
her pupils adjusted to the brighter light, but the stranger seemed to know her
eyes needed time to see for he waited patiently for Misty to look up at him.

“Did you enjoy the nice ass fuck from
your former boyfriend? I hope so because it’s the only one you’ll ever get. I’m
going to fuck you like the bitch slave you are.”

This was Misty’s first look at the
other captor and her eyes took in the stranger’s mousey brown hair, brown eyes,
and his prominent beer belly as he stood stark naked in the doorway. He was not
to be described as handsome, but what frightened Misty was his fire hose cock
which he was stroking before her eyes. His erection glistened with lube and
Misty couldn’t take her eyes off it.
No way he’s going to fit that in my
ass.

“Oooooo peese, oooo biiiig.” Misty
forced out the words out through her ball gag as an inarticulate plea that the
organ was beyond her capability. She tried to roll off the bed with escape in
her mind, but there was nothing but laughter from both men as they quickly
grabbed her and returned her to her ass vulnerable position. Stephan held her
down with pressure on her back and head and she saw no sympathy in his eyes.
The other man, as yet without a name, climbed on top of her and straddled her
bum. Soon she felt the enormous head of his cock press against her anus and she
screamed as he increased the pressure until the fat head began to stretch her
ring and defeat her anal muscles.

When the stranger finally drove his
shaft deep inside her Misty understood she was a slave. Nothing in her life
compared with her feeling this cock buried inside her was in control of her and
she was subjugated.

As the stranger gained speed, ramming
her bottom, Stephan lifted her head by her long crimson hair and she was
looking into the eyes of her former lover. “I know you don’t like me anymore,
Mon
ami,
but someday you’ll thank me when you accept your servitude. This is a
critical moment for a slave, adjusting to simply being an object of another’s
pleasure, but you will get through it because inside you are a slave. When you
cross the boundary and begin to understand your submission this will be clear
to you.”

To Misty these seemed like impossible
words to accept, yet there was some comfort to them.
Will I accept and begin
to crave this?
She didn’t know, but Stephan seemed so sure she would.

The huge cock of the stranger
continued to rut in her slave ass until like Stephan it spurted seed and
pleasure was achieved. Along with the strong sense of being totally owned,
Misty felt a strange sense of satisfaction when the stranger gasped and
climaxed. She had pleased him.

* * * *

When it was all over, Misty felt like
she should sleep, but she couldn’t because her mind was occupied with what she
had experienced and how it made her feel.
Could he be right about me? Could
I desire this?
Her feelings were still too raw to be sure so for now she
continued to deny her submission.

She did manage to catch some sleep
before the bedroom door opened again and in walked the stranger. Now he was
clothed in black coveralls like some sort to delivery driver and she felt
somewhat different about him. She needed to have a name for him to call him
something in her mind. His brown hair and eyes gave her the idea to call him
Brownie, not to his face, but merely to identify him from whomever else she
might meet.

Brownie quickly removed the tight
chain from her torso, but he left her ankles bound and her wrists cuffed. Then
he easily scooped her up, slinging her scantily clad body over his shoulder
with little effort. As he carried her down the hallway of her apartment, Misty
wondered if she’d ever see her home again, but then he patted her panty-clad
bottom and remarked. “I’m glad to be your trainer. You’ll make an outstanding
Black Rose.”

As they entered the front room it
seemed clear to Misty she would continue to see Brownie, but what was there
waiting for her shocked her. A large metal cart with wheels on it was in the
middle of the floor of her front room and there was another stranger standing
beside it. The man was taller than Brownie with a mustache and a bald head and
he did not seem happy to Misty.

“Come on, let’s get the bitch in the
box and get going. These pickups are dangerous. I’ll be glad when we’re back
safe at the shop.” Clearly this new stranger was uncomfortable with the
situation and Misty instantly decided to use his bald head to identify him. She
would call him Baldie.

The next thing Misty saw was Stephan
pulling a syringe from a small box. He applied alcohol to her arm with cotton
swab and injected her. “Give her five minutes and she’ll be down for two to
four hours.” Stephan helped Baldie lift the top off the moving crate and
Brownie gently eased her off his shoulder and into the box which was filled
with soft white foam.

Once in the box with the tight chain
removed, Misty felt secure and cocooned with her body cushioned in the foam
rubber. This and the drug Stephan had administered soon had Misty’s eyelids
closing. She tried to fight going to sleep because she was afraid where she
would wake up, but the drug was too strong. Once Misty was asleep, Stephan
removed the ball gag and placed an oxygen mask over her pretty face. Although
the box was not airtight, a comatose slave could smother her breathing in the
foam so the mask was connected to an oxygen tank in the box to assure the slave
had a constant supply of fresh air.

Before they closed the box Stephan
took a long moment to touch Misty’s face and then he spoke. “Farewell,
Mon
ami
.”

“Wow. You didn’t get attached to this
one, did you, Stephan?” It was Brownie asking.

Stephan looked at him sharply as if
embarrassed by the question. “No, and don’t you dare say that to the boss. My
fascination with her is simply with her depth of submission. She has no idea
yet, but she is the most submissive women I’ve ever captured. Don’t skimp on
her training because this one, unlike some of the others I’ve captured, was
born to be a sex slave.”

Brownie’s eyebrows raised and he
nodded. “Very interesting, coming from you.”

Unfortunately Baldie was not nearly as
captured by the moment as the other two were and he ended the discussion. “Hey,
can we get a move on here, guys.”

Brownie helped Baldie with the lid and
when it was secure they rolled the crate to the service elevator. For all
anyone knew they were movers, taking boxes from Misty’s apartment and no one
suspected there was a near naked and bound young woman in the crate as they
moved to the street and into a waiting van. Soon Misty was inside the van whose
side read “Anderson Moving” and Baldie hit the gas and headed north out of the
city.

* * * *

When Misty awoke she was surprised to
find she was still clothed, but she was helplessly bound to a metal pole in the
middle of a darkened room. She was in a standing position with her arms pulled
behind the pole and bound at her wrists. Her feet were on the floor, but they
had been spread wide apart with a spreader bar secured to each ankle. She was
also collared with a high, tight band of leather running around her neck. It
took only a few pulls for Misty to realize the collar was somehow attached to
the pole restricting how far she could move her head. Understanding she was
completely helpless and she wasn’t going anywhere, she still thought it odd for
them to leave her clothes on her.

Time passed. How long Misty did not
know, but when she finally heard the sound of the door opening it brought a
strange relief.
At least now something will happen.
The lights went on
and she looked around the room as far as her constrictions would allow. She
noted the room had drab concrete walls, a few empty wooden pallets on the floor
or leaning against the walls, and she saw the near end of a work bench her
right, but most of the bench was behind her and thus out of her sight.

However the faces entering the room
were familiar as both Brownie and Baldie moved to her. Baldie wasted no time
pulling her black gel bra down to begin kneading and fondling her breasts. It
seemed Baldie felt secure again and he wanted to make up for lost time in
enjoying her lush body.

Misty looked at Brownie to try to get
an indication of his mindset, but his face gave her nothing. “You’ve been
restrained here in the dark for over an hour without a gag yet you have not
screamed for help or begged to be let go. Most new trainees have to scream
themselves out before we begin. Why haven’t you?”

Misty realized it was a good question
and she didn’t really know the answer.
Why didn’t I scream?
Had she
simply assumed no one would hear her or was there a deeper reason? Had she
accepted being here? Looking at Brownie she saw he was staring and waiting
impatiently for an answer. “I . . . I’m not sure why I didn’t scream, sir. I
guess I didn’t think it would do any good.” It was the answer she hoped was
true because the other answer, her mind had accepted being here, was too
terrible to contemplate.

Brownie smiled. “Did you hear that?
Sir, already I’m a sir in her mind. Maybe Stephan was right about this Black
Rose. Consider this, slave, you’re not screaming because you’ve accepted your
status as a slave. Furthermore you called me sir because you’ve focused your
efforts on trying to please me.”

Could that be true? Have I capitulated
and begun to please?
It
was logical, but hard to accept. Again he was staring at her expecting a
response.
What does he want me to say?
“Is that wrong, sir?” It was the
simplest response she could think of, sublimely submissive and allowing him to
direct her actions.

Brownie seemed to take a moment to
consider the question and decide on a course of action. He didn’t speak at
first, but instead he reached out to fondle her nipple. After a few soft
touches, he began to squeeze it and then he pinched bringing terrible pain to
Misty. “Is it wrong of me to do this?”

The pain was increasing so rapidly
Misty had little time to think, but the proper response didn’t require thought
and she stumbled right into it. “No, sir, you may do as you wish with me.”

Brownie stopped almost
instantaneously, his eyes wide with delighted surprise. “In answer to your
question, slave, your actions in accepting and desiring to please are in no way
wrong.” He turned to look at Baldie. “Get the hose ready.”

Baldie quickly moved toward the work
bench and out of Misty’s sight and Misty breathed a sigh of relief. Partly she
was happy the pain had stopped, but partly she was glad Brownie seemed to be in
charge here.
I must concentrate on pleasing him.

“You’re filthy, slave, so we will
clean you before we begin training.”

Baldie soon returned holding a thick
garden hose with a spray gun attachment. Misty watched as Brownie stepped away
from her and then nodded to his henchman. Baldie pulled the trigger on the
spray gun and Misty was instantly inundated by a concentrated stream of
freezing cold water which felt like it cut into her skin like an icy knife. The
pressurized water hurt wherever it touched her and it touched her everywhere as
she was completely exposed. After she got over the shock, Misty chose now to
scream and beg to Brownie.

“Pppplease, it’s too . . . cccold. I
ccccan’t stand it.”

Brownie stood stone still for a moment
and then he issued a command which shocked Misty. “Get closer, on her face and
her cunt.”

To Misty’s utter disbelief Baldie
moved closer making the concentrated stream even more painful when the bald man
targeted her face. She quickly realized the collar made it impossible for her
to turn away from the icy stream. She felt like her face was so cold it would break
and fall off before Baldie switched and suddenly her sex was under attack.

The shock was incredible and her thin
micro-fiber panties provided little protection from the freezing water yet
Misty hoped Baldie wouldn’t pull them down. He didn’t, but Brownie did and soon
it felt like the hard stream was actually penetrating her vagina. There was no
escape and Misty thought of how if the stream had been warm water gushing over
her pussy lips and clit she would have been excited by it and perhaps come, but
no such pleasure was possible with this freezing liquid. Baldie kept up the
frigid torture until she screamed desperately to Brownie.

“Pppplease, sssstop it, I’ll do
anything.” Misty saw Brownie’s hand flash up, and Baldie looked glum as he
released the spray gun’s trigger.

“Anything? Exactly what are you
offering?” Brownie’s tone was excited and his eyes were narrow slits
concentrated on her.