Captive

Captive
By, Elusive Angel

The stone cell was damp and dark, with freezing water trickling down granite blocks and making small crystal flourishes on the floor. A gust of wind tore through the rusted bars of a single window and chafed her sleeping figure. She shivered and moaned, flashing her emerald-green eyes open. A swift glance around brought a frightened exhale which further intensified when weighty metal shackles were discovered bounding her arms and legs. They painfully clasped the flesh. Confused and sporadic memories swirled in her mind...the sly smile of her first trainer, the auction, a dark figure with the highest bid, then stern hands forcing a glass with foul-smelling liquid to her rose-petal lips,...and then nothing. Ray’s arms helplessly intertwined around her nude body, trying to remain warm while the north wind howled outside. Hours passed in crushing loneliness and uncertainly before the metal bolts unexpectedly screeched in their hinges forcing the cellar door open and allowing passage for two men to step inside. Both were clothed in exquisite eastern robes of cerulean silk and wool, black leather boots, and sturdy floggers attached to broad belt sides. Ray anxiously pressed her back to the cold blocks, green eyes fearfully darting in the direction of the newcomers.

One man snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot near him, “Kneel”.

Barely able to perceive the words through her frantic heartbeats, Ray remained frozen in place, breathing in sharp little gasps. The command was repeated with no effect.

A dark smirk lingered on the lips of the other man: “I thought you would acquire a more obedient slave. This girl is still willful.”

“Her trainer assured me she would be most pleasing with some discipline. In any case, such beauty is rare. Just look at her eyes.”

The man walked forward and roughly forced Ray’s chin up, her large eyes the color of forest greenery meeting the devious azure of his. He smiled with satisfaction, “Exquisite little one”.

Ray shrugged his hand away indignantly, sliding against the wall. Jerome laughed and grasped the delicate upper arm, yanking the girl to her feet in one motion. It was no use resisting. As Ray struggled, both of her arms were pulled behind her back and secured with leather cords that laced firmly past the elbows. She was dragged out of the cell into a dimly lit corridor and then jostled into another open door. It led to a room of significant proportions and soaring carved ceilings, with expensive oriental rugs and daggers adorning its walls. The hefty door lock snapped shut behind her. Bamboo partitions lined room sides containing a vast array of implements: dildos of varying sizes and magnitudes, metal nipple clamps, plugs, whips, restraints, paddles, floggers, canes, belts, collars, gags, and many other things Ray could not identify. She was breathing hard and fast while being forced to her knees on the parquet floors. The leather cords constrained her shoulders to be pulled back and made her small but supple breasts stand out. Chilled from the cool ventilated air, the nipples hardened into tight rosebuds. Flustered and frightened by the new surroundings, Ray tentatively watched the two men who were wielding a wooden frame, complete with shackles and pulleys, into the center of the room. Jerome paced very close to Ray and gazed down on the shivering figure on the floor.

“I am going to make it very clear for you, pet. The rules are as follows: you are a slave. Lee and I are your Masters. You are only to speak when instructed and address us as “Master”, “Sir”, or “Milord”. You will obey our every command, swiftly and with no hesitation. If you fail to comply, punishment will follow. You will be trained as a pleasure slave and willingly perform your assigned duties. You will sometimes be tortured and punished for no particular reason other than our enjoyment and you will accept that punishment and thank us accordingly. And finally, I am not going to ask for your acceptance of these rules. You simply WILL obey. Right now wish to see what you have learned so far.”

Jerome untied the strands of his belt, folding away the silky material and exposing his large cock to her view. Ray shuddered at the sight, repulsed at the unspoken command. She tried to move away only to have her hair grasped and pulled right to the erect manhood. Ray struggled against it with an exasperated sigh “No! Let me go, let me out of here...please...”

A sadistic smile colored the man’s lips. “No?”, he mocked. “Do not worry my lovely, I will have you begging for it soon.”

With these words Ray was hoisted up to the frame by a pair of strong muscular arms. Before she could resist, her wrists and ankles were unlaced and secured into metal shackles high above her head and pulled out so tightly it hurt. A neckbrace was placed on her shoulders, forcing her head to look straight ahead and preventing any possible mo...