Dark Obsessions - Volume I: Four Intense Capture Fantasies in One Sizzling Collection

by Claire Thompson

  Not knowing what else to do, she focused on the sensitive gland just below the head, flicking it with her tongue, wondering how long this was going to take, as her jaw had begun to ache and her arms were falling asleep behind her back.

  “I don’t feel your enthusiasm,” Anders remarked drily.

  That’s because I don’t have any, you dumb fuck. Not that she could have voiced this thought even if she was stupid enough to try, with the head of Pete’s thick cock in her mouth.

  All at once she felt a hand on the back of her head as Anders pressed her forward, forcing her to take more and more of the cock into her mouth. As the head of it poked into her throat, Julianna began to gag and reflexively pushed back against Anders’ hand.

  “Open your throat. Stop fighting.” Anders kept his hand firmly on the back of Julianna’s head. She sputtered and choked against the huge member, panic rising in her gut as she struggled to breathe. “Let go,” Anders urged, stroking her hair, though still keeping her impaled on the shaft. “When I feel you surrender, I’ll let you breathe. Let go, Julianna. Open yourself to him.”

  Somehow she managed to relax her throat muscles enough to ease the spasm of her gagging. The head slipped farther back in her throat, completely blocking her windpipe, but at that moment Anders let go and she reared back, gasping for air. The cock fell from her mouth, bobbing lewdly toward her, the fat head nearly purple.

  “We have a lot of work to do,” Anders said. “Cock worship will be high on your list of skills to learn. Now go on.” He touched the back of her head. “Make this worthy gentleman come. I know you can do it.”

  Julianna’s eye fell on the food waiting on tray. Closing her eyes she leaned forward again, taking the head of the shaft back into her mouth.

  She focused on relaxing her throat, trying to fool herself into pretending this was her lover. She hated the way he smelled and tasted. She hated everything about this man and this setup. No, she just wasn’t up to that level of self-deception, so she tried to focus on doing the best she could in order to get it over with as soon as possible.

  She licked her way along the shaft and then sucked him in as deep as she could, massaging the length of him with her lips, tongue and throat. She moved her mouth up and down, trying to create friction with her lips to give him whatever stimulation it was he needed to get off. It was possible he couldn’t come with a woman, but Julianna knew she had to keep trying.

  Finally, to her great relief, Pete began to grunt. He thrust forward, reaching for her shoulders to hold her in place while he groaned and shot globs of ejaculate down her throat. He had thrust so far back as he was coming that she couldn’t even swallow, which was probably a good thing, as she doubted she would have been able to force it down without vomiting.

  He let go of her shoulders and stepped back. “Lick him clean,” Anders said softly, “and then kiss his feet and thank him properly. Then you shall have your meal.”

  The promise of food cut off the protest rising of its own accord in her throat. The worst was over—she had finished the task. She could do this last bit of nonsense. Strawberries and cheese awaited her. She licked a lingering drop of cum from the tip of the shrinking shaft.

  “You can do better than that,” Anders said. With a barely suppressed sigh, Julianna forced her lips over the head of his cock. Pete obliged her, if it could be called obliging, by gripping the base of his shaft and yanking upwards, which had the result of producing a salty, gooey deposit of the last of his cum onto her tongue.

  Trying to keep from gagging, Julianna lowered herself carefully so as not to fall over, uncomfortably bound as she was. She brushed her lips over the top of each dusty black boot. “Thank you, sir,” she said, forcing the words out, “for using this worthless slave.”

  Pete pulled up his pants and tucked his privates away. At a nod from Anders he moved behind Julianna and unknotted and unwound the ropes that bound her. Her arms fell heavily to her sides, numb from tight bonds. Anders picked up the tray and placed it on the floor beside the bed.

  Once her ankles were free, Pete took the rope and left the room. Anders bent beside Julianna and lifted her into his arms. He settled on the edge of the bed with her in his lap. He massaged her arms, one after the other as they tingled painfully back to life.

  “You get an A for effort. Pete is difficult to arouse when it’s a woman at his feet. As to skill, well…” He shrugged. “I’d say a C minus. But that’s all right. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have the skills you need to properly worship a man’s cock. Not only the skill, but the grace.” He put one arm around her waist to hold her steady on his lap.

  “You must learn to serve with grace and enthusiasm, no matter the task. You exist to serve, Julianna. That is your life now.” He reached for the plate of food and picked up a cracker slathered in peanut butter and held it near her mouth. “I shall feed you.”

  Eagerly she leaned toward the cracker, mouth open. He placed it on her tongue. The peanut butter was rich and creamy, a perfect complement to the salty, crunchy cracker that held it. She tried to chew slowly and savor its perfection. Then she saw the plump strawberry he held between his fingers and she swallowed quickly, ready to receive the succulent fruit. He gave her cheese and more fruit, and then tilted the bowl of water to her lips.

  Some of it spilled over her breasts as she drank but she barely noticed, lost in the pleasure of food and drink, and the comfort of being held. He fed her until every morsel was gone from the plate. His fingers were stained with strawberry juice and as he held them close to her mouth, she licked them. “Greedy girl,” he said, but he was smiling.

  He stood, lifting her in the process and setting her down on her feet. “You’ve done well today. Time for you to rest. You’ll have a full day ahead of you tomorrow.” Julianna eyed the bed, quite ready to climb beneath that soft quilt and snuggle against the pillows.

  Anders saw where she was looking and shook his head. “This room is for training purposes. But don’t worry. You’ll be back.”

  Pete knocked lightly and reentered the room, his face impassive as if he hadn’t just had his cock down her throat. He waited while Anders retrieved something from a shelf and moved to Julianna. “This is your collar,” Anders said. “You will wear it for the duration of your stay here.”

  The collar was like those she’d seen on the girls sleeping in their cells when she’d been led down the hall. It was wide but thankfully not as stiff as it looked. There were large, sturdy O-rings on the sides, back and front of the collar. Anders placed it around her neck and slipped a small padlock over the buckle at the back, removing and pocketing the key. He kissed the top of her head and stepped back as Pete led her out of the room and down the hallway.

  Pete opened the door of an empty cell, guiding Julianna inside. He reached for the long chain that was lying beneath her bed and attached it to the ring at the front of her collar. The chain was long enough to allow her to move around the small cell. Without a word, he turned and walked out, shutting the barred door with a clang and turning the bolt that locked her in. As he moved away down the hall, Julianna thought about what a strange life he’d chosen for himself.

  The fluorescent light in the ceiling of Julianna’s cell suddenly flickered out. The entire building was plunged into darkness. Feeling her way, Julianna climbed onto the thin mattress, a far cry from the luxury bed in Ander’s training room.

  When she tugged at the thick collar around her neck, it caused the chain to clink along the stone floor. There was no blanket, not even a sheet to pull up around her. So she curled into a tight fetal ball on her side. She lay there for a long time, thinking about her life before the abduction, and how much she had taken for granted.

  She was only twenty-three—at the beginning of her life. Did it really end here, as they terrorized and brainwashed her into submission and slavery? “No,” she said aloud. “No. I won’t let it happen. It’s just not an option.” Somehow, some way, she would not let it end here. She
would find a way to escape, and once she was free, she would live her life as if each day were her last.

  As she drifted into a dream, the bars of the cell melted around her and the collar vanished from her neck. She was a little girl again, and she’d just awoken from a nightmare. She padded down the hall to her mother’s bedroom and climbed into the bed piled with old patchwork quilts beside her sleeping mother.

  “I had a bad dream, Mama, can I sleep with you?”

  Mama rolled over and opened her arms. “Sure, baby.” As she held Julianna close, Mama kissed her forehead. “There,” she said. “That kiss is magic, you know. It will protect you all night long from any more bad dreams.”

  “Thank you, Mama,” Julianna whispered, as she snuggled against her mother’s warm, soft body and closed her eyes, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  ~*~

  The Spaniard brought her breakfast. He left a cart outside the door, like the ones used in hospitals to bring around the meals. How many women were incarcerated here, she wondered? How long until she was moved out for sale? The thought was too frightening to contemplate, and she pushed it from her mind.

  He set her tray on the floor and pointed to the ground. Julianna scrambled from the cot and knelt before the food. At least she was getting regular meals now. To her annoyance, he cuffed her hands behind her back but at least she was left alone to eat, and she was grateful for this small relief. She was just finishing the sausage patties and eggs when he returned, a leash in his hand.

  “Let’s go.” Leaning down, he clipped the leash to her collar and jerked it gently. She rose and followed the guard out of the cell. Pete was just ahead of them, pulling another woman along in his wake. She, like Julianna, was naked, her ass mottled with purple bruises.

  The Spaniard led Julianna into the showers. The other girl was standing by the wall, arms out, eyes downcast. She was shaven too, her breasts high and small, her ribs delicately etched on a too-thin body. Her hair was short and very blond. She barely looked out of her teens, if that. What family had she left behind? Julianna’s heart ached for the girl’s parents and for that one moment, she was glad she was an orphan.

  The girl didn’t even look up when Julianna was led to stand beside her. The Spaniard released her cuffs from behind her back and removed them. She expected him to re-cuff and secure her to the wall like the last time, but instead he shoved them into his pocket. He produced a small key from a chain around his neck. The collars of both girls were unlocked and removed, and Julianna reached up to massage her neck. The other girl didn’t move a muscle.

  While the guards were putting on their rubber aprons, Julianna whispered, “Hey,” but the girl didn’t respond in any way. She might have been a mannequin or a robot, Julianna thought, horrified. Was this going to happen to her?

  “Arms out,” Pete said. “Legs spread.” The girl beside Julianna obeyed as if she was in a trance, but at least it showed she could hear and process things. The men approached and turned on the hoses. As the cold spray hit them, Julianna tried to make eye contact with the girl, but she never looked up from the ground.

  The girl was done first and was led to the shaving table by the Spaniard, while Pete washed Julianna’s hair. When it was Julianna’s turn on the shaving table, the girl waited, kneeling and silent beside them, her eyes on the floor.

  Collars and cuffs were replaced and leashes attached, and the girls were led out of the shower room. Julianna had expected they would be led either back to their respective cells or to different rooms, but they were both pulled along to what Julianna recognized as Stephen’s torture chamber.

  Julianna’s muscles tensed, her fight or flight reflexes kicking in. Adrenaline was zipping through her bloodstream. Was she just going to walk passively along beside this girl, letting these two strange, silent men lead them to the next horror? How many women were on this island? What if they were to band together, to rise up and somehow take back control of their lives? She had seen no guns, no weapons other than sheer brute force.

  She knew even as these thoughts flickered in her brain that it was useless. The girl beside her appeared to be little more than a zombie, resigned to her fate, perhaps even so damaged by what she’d been through that she’d literally lost her mind. No, if Julianna was going to make a break, she’d have to do it on her own. For the moment she could do nothing but pretend to go along with the insanity of this place. She didn’t dare resist, not yet. She would pay too high a price for no gain. But somehow, she promised herself, she would get out of this. She had to. She would not allow herself to end up like the poor girl walking so meekly beside her.

  Chapter 7

  As they entered the room Julianna saw that the medical exam table had been pushed against the wall. There were two mats placed side-by-side on the floor. They were led to these and jerked downward. The girl immediately moved into a kneeling up at-attention pose and Julianna followed suit. Their elbows nearly touched.

  The guards walked out, leaving the two girls alone. As Julianna followed their exit with her gaze, she noticed a tall, narrow cage with thin black bars set against the wall. She hadn’t remembered seeing that before. There were metal cuffs at the corners, both top and bottom. Who, she wondered, would be going in there?

  She glanced sidelong at the girl. “My name is Julianna,” she whispered. The girl was still as stone—not even a flicker of animation moved over her face. “What’s your name?” Julianna tried again, barely moving her lips just in case they were being observed. Still nothing.

  All right, then, Julianna thought, I’ll call you Sandy.

  The door opened and Stephen appeared, coming into the room and stopping in front of them, a single tail whip in his hand. “Good morning. How are you today, number thirty-one?” He looked at the blond girl with what seemed like actual fondness.

  Sandy lifted her head, her eyes wide, a soft, shy smile playing on her rosebud lips. She seemed to radiate a kind of submissive innocence that belied the robot-like demeanor she’d exhibited a moment before. When she spoke, her voice was low and respectful.

  “I’m very well, sir. Thank you for asking.”

  Julianna turned to stare at the suddenly transformed girl beside her. Stephen reached down, roughly cuffing her on the side of the head. “Eyes straight ahead, thirty-eight. You’re here this morning to observe and learn something. Number thirty-one is very close to being sale-worthy. She can focus and knows how to please a man. She has not only accepted, but embraced her fate, isn’t that right, thirty-one?”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Sandy ducked her head in an almost-coquettish way, her small mouth lifting at the corners. The change in her demeanor and behavior was striking now that the trainer was in the room. Apparently the girl didn’t feel the need to put on that particular show for the guards. A thought suddenly slipped its way into Julianna’s mind—were the guards themselves there of their own free will? What kind of ties kept them on the island? Was it really all about the money?

  Her train of thought was disturbed by the Spaniard and Pete as they reentered the room. They had removed their black pants and tops, and were now wearing nothing but red thongs. Both men had hard, muscular bodies. The Spaniard, Julianna noted, had pierced nipples.

  Stephen looked up as they entered. “Put number thirty-eight in the cage. Secure and gag her.” Before Julianna could react, the two men were on her, hauling her up and dragging her toward the cage. Pete pushed her inside while the Spaniard knelt and secured her ankles into the waiting cuffs. Pete forced her wrists into the upper cuffs, stretching her like an X. Stephen handed Pete a large red ball gag, which he forced between Julianna’s lips and then reached over her head to buckle in place. Using a large metal clip, he attached the O-ring on her collar to one of the bars of the cage.

  While this was going on, Sandy remained kneeling up with her hands behind her head, her back arched, her eyes fixed with what looked like adoration on Stephen. Stephen stroked the girl’s breasts and pulled at her smal
l nipples in an absent way while he watched Julianna being chained and gagged.

  The rubber ball gag was fat and tasted strongly of rubber. It forced her tongue back uncomfortably as she tried to maneuver it into a more tolerable position. With the collar and cuffs holding her in place, her body was forced flush against the hard, narrow bars of the cage.

  Both guards returned to stand in front of Sandy, giving Julianna a profile view of the three of them. The men had their hands behind their backs, their groins level with Sandy’s face. Something in the way they stood again gave Julianna the sense they were more, or rather less, than mere guards on the island.

  Stephen stood just behind Sandy, the long, cruel whip in his hands. He looked toward Julianna. “Pay attention, thirty-eight. This is what you are striving for. See how a real slave behaves.”

  He stroked Sandy’s head. “You know what to do.” For a split second, Sandy’s eyes veered toward Julianna in the cage. It happened so quickly, Julianna decided she must have imagined it, but she could have sworn she’d seen fire in that gaze, a most decidedly un-submissive fire.

  Sandy leaned toward Pete first, hooking her fingers beneath the elastic of his thong and dragging it down his legs, revealing the long, thick shaft Julianna had been forced to suck the day before. Next she leaned toward the Spaniard, repeating the action. She sucked his cock into her mouth first, while cupping his balls in her small hands. She bobbed there until the shaft was fully erect. Letting it go, she returned her focus to the other man, bringing him to erection as well.

  She barely jerked when the tip of the single tail flicked at her ass with a popping sound. A small red mark appeared on her already bruised bottom. A flicker of pain moved over her features when the whip struck her back, but she didn’t seem to miss a beat as she moved back and forth between the two men.

  Stephen began to whip her steadily, the leather snapping against the girl’s fair skin, leaving red marks with each cruel stroke until her back and ass were mottled, but she never made a sound. She appeared to be absorbed in her task, licking and teasing one man and then the other until at last the Spaniard groaned and reached for her head, keeping her in position while he thrust against her face, her nose pressed against his pubic bone.