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

by Claire Thompson

  “That’s it. Take Jorge’s offering. This is why you exist.” Stephen continued to whip her. When the Spaniard—or rather, Jorge—finally let her go, Sandy swallowed and licked her lips, catching a trickle of semen at the corner of her mouth with her tongue. She knelt and kissed Jorge’s foot. “Thank you, sir, for allowing this worthless slave to worship your cock.” Her low, sultry voice didn’t seem to fit with the slip of a girl she was.

  “Oh!” A particularly savage cut of the whip made her eyes widen and tears spilled over. Julianna’s heart ached for the girl and she found she was clenching the bars of the cage in impotent fury over the scene she was being forced to watch.

  “Focus,” Stephen intoned.

  Sandy drew in a deep, shuddering breath, her utter composure damaged by his cruel blow. As she leaned toward Pete, the whip wrapped suddenly around her narrow torso, leaving an angry red mark on her breast. Sandy gasped and Julianna could see the pain rippling over her face. She blew out a breath and managed to take Pete’s cock into her mouth.

  Wrapping a hand around the base of the long shaft, she reached back to press her fingers between his ass cheeks. Pete responded with a guttural moan and thrust against her. He came much more quickly with Sandy than he had for Julianna. Clearly this wasn’t the first time Sandy had been through this exercise with the guards.

  “Thank you, sir, for allowing this worthless slave to please you,” Sandy purred, as she kissed his foot. Then she straightened up, lacing her fingers behind her head as Stephen continued flicking his wrist, catching her with the tip of the biting lash.

  Sandy’s eyes were closed, tears coursing down her cheeks, yet she barely flinched with each flick of the whip. The guards hadn’t moved—their underwear still at their ankles, their cocks dangling, hands again behind their backs. Julianna looked at Stephen and was horrified by the expression on his face.

  His eyes were wide, a wild fire glowing behind them. His lips were parted, the tip of his tongue showing as he continued to beat the hapless girl kneeling before him. His erection bulged beneath the thin khaki slacks he wore. All at once he dropped the whip and jerked Sandy’s shoulder, pulling her around to face him. Tearing open his pants, he shoved his cock down her throat with one brutal gesture, gagging her as he moved roughly in and out of her mouth, his hands on either side of her head holding her in position.

  He didn’t groan or grunt as the guards had, but lifted his chin, his eyes closed, the tendons in his neck straining as he pummeled the girl without mercy. Finally he let her go, pushing her back so that she fell with a soft cry as she hit the mat. Julianna realized tears were tracking down her own face and she bit down hard on the ball gag, murderous rage in her heart.

  Sandy scrambled back to her knees and knelt at Stephen’s feet, kissing the tops of his sandals and thanking him, her voice finally cracking from the ordeal. Stephen zipped up his pants and stood impassively, the fire gone from his eyes, which were cold and hard once more.

  He placed a hand on the top of Sandy’s head, patting her as if she were his dog. He turned his gaze to Julianna. “Let her out, boys.” The guards pulled their thongs back into place and approached the cage. As they were busy opening the cuffs, Stephen turned away, replacing the whip in a rack in the corner of the room.

  Sandy was again kneeling up in an at-attention position, her eyes on the floor. Who would “buy” this girl? She looked so delicate, so small, and with her shaven pubis, more like a child than a woman. Had someone already chosen her from the photo gallery and paid his cold, hard cash to possess her? Poor Sandy, broken down and rebuilt into this a brainwashed slave girl, trained to perform on command and then parrot her thanks for being abused. Could this happen to Julianna as well? Would she, as Stephen insisted, succumb as they all did, despite her determination to resist?

  The guards pulled her from the cage. Pete unbuckled the gag and Julianna struggled to swallow the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. Stephen waved his hand imperiously at the guards. “You may go.”

  As they filed out, he turned to Sandy. “You’ve earned a reward, thirty-one.” He pointed to the mat. “I think we’ll combine thirty-eight’s lesson with your reward. She’s going to give you an orgasm. But remember, don’t come until I say so.”

  “Yes, sir, thank you, sir.” Sandy lay down on the mat, letting her legs fall open to reveal her shaven sex. Julianna felt hot embarrassment, both for herself and for the girl. She looked away.

  “Get on your knees, thirty-eight. You ever licked pussy before?”

  Julianna shook her head as she very reluctantly knelt in front of the girl. “Direct question!” Stephen barked.

  “No, sir. I never have.” And I don’t want to start now. She knew she had no choice. If she were honest, she’d rather lick this poor, defenseless girl than touch the cock of any man on this godforsaken island. Still, she found herself very nervous at the prospect.

  “Well, it isn’t rocket science. I’m sure you can figure out what to do. Your job is to make her come. You will do your very best, not stopping until I say so. Even if she asks to come, and I forbid it, you are not to stop what you are doing, do you understand?”

  Oh, yeah, I understand, you motherfucker. Just like you did to me. Make it impossible to resist, and then punish the person for coming. Now you want to use me to do the same to her. God, I hate you. Aloud she said, “Yes, sir.”

  “If you stop,” he continued, “you’ll be punished. By the same token, if you fail to make her come, you’ll be punished as well. Do I make myself clear?”

  As mud, you asshole. “Yes, sir.”

  Stephen pulled a higher stool over and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest. Julianna took a breath and pulled her hair back from her face, looping it into a ponytail. She knelt over Sandy, feeling embarrassed and unsure. Hesitantly she placed a hand on either slender thigh. She noticed a fine latticework of fading welts, though the skin felt soft beneath her fingers.

  Sandy’s labia were larger than her own, dark pink tinged with purple, the clit hidden beneath its hood. She had never looked at another woman’s pussy like this, much less been so close to one. She wondered if Sandy were as nervous as she. She was lying still as a statue, her eyes closed, her hands at her sides, her feet flat on the floor, drawn up knees spread wide.

  Julianna leaned tentatively forward, snaking out the tip of her tongue, which made contact with the soft folds of Sandy’s smooth labia. She licked along the outer edges, aware she’d have to do better than this if she was going to make the girl come. She closed her eyes and shifted her focus to the inner labia, licking along the delicate curves. It wasn’t so terrible. Maybe she could even give this poor girl some pleasure in the midst of the horror of their shared plight.

  She moved her tongue in a slow, light circle, delicately teasing at the hidden clit with a careful flick of her tongue. Sandy moved slightly beneath her touch and let out the smallest of sighs.

  Encouraged by this, Julianna continued to flick and lick at the hood until she felt the clit beneath begin to harden and swell. Recalling her own dislike of too much direct attention to the clit too early on, she eased off, licking in slow, easy swirls over the spicy-sweet flesh.

  Sandy groaned, arching up toward Julianna. She couldn’t deny the thrill it caused her to realize she was giving this woman at least some modicum of pleasure. She gripped tighter on Sandy’s thighs and began to lap at her pussy with something approaching enthusiasm. Her tongue moved in circles, teasing around the clit and then licking it directly with slow, sweet intensity until Sandy groaned again, her hands coming up to cradle Julianna’s head.

  “Don’t come, thirty-one. Not until I say so.” Julianna had almost forgotten about the trainer and his voice, right by her head, made her jump. She became acutely self-conscious at the realization he was so close to them. Somehow she’d managed to block him out for those few short minutes when he’d left them alone. Now she stumbled a little, losing her rhythm. Sandy’s hands fell away and Julianna real
ized her jaw was getting tired.

  She closed her eyes and told herself to focus. Block out the asshole. He doesn’t exist. You’re doing this for Sandy. She started over, again licking along the outer labia, moving slowly in concentric circles toward her clit until Sandy was again moaning softly, arching her raised pelvis toward Julianna’s tongue.

  She grabbed Julianna’s head again, forcing Julianna’s nose against the girl’s soft, smooth pubic mound as she continued to tongue her. Julianna was surprised at herself, at the complete lack of revulsion she had thought she would experience. The experience might even have been sexy, if the circumstances surrounding it weren’t so odious. She liked the feel of the hard nubbin beneath its hood, which she tickled and teased with what skill she possessed. Sandy began to mewl, her fingers tightening in Julianna’s hair.

  “Don’t stop,” Stephen ordered, placing his hand on the back of Julianna’s head. “And you, thirty-one, don’t come.”

  “No, sir!” Sandy panted. Julianna could feel her trembling. She kept her mouth over the girl’s sex, but stopped licking at her clit, though she continued to move her head in such a way that suggested she was. Sandy continued to writhe and moan beneath her. Fuck you, dickhead Stephen, she thought, pleased to be complicit with Sandy in their deception.

  After a few minutes, Stephen took his hand away and sat back. “Okay, now. Do it, thirty-one. Come for me.”

  Julianna resumed her licking, lightly suckling the little marble beneath its silky hood until Sandy began to buck in earnest, her mewling cries escalating into gasps and moans as she shuddered and jerked beneath Julianna’s kiss. Julianna held her thighs open as she licked her, determined not to stop until she was sure Sandy had milked all the possible pleasure from the experience.

  It was Stephen who stopped her, pulling her back by the hair. Sandy rolled from the low stool and knelt in a servile crouch at Stephen’s feet. “Thank you, sir, for allowing this worthless slave to come.” She kissed his foot with reverence.

  Julianna sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Stephen glared at her until she, too, knelt at his feet, mouthing words that meant less than nothing to her.

  There was a beeping sound from Stephen’s pocket. He backed away from the girls and pulled out a small walkie-talkie, turning away from them as he spoke quietly into it. Julianna looked at Sandy, who had remained kneeling beside her. As if she could feel Julianna’s eyes on her, Sandy lifted her gaze and once again their eyes met. There Julianna saw intelligence and passion, and that same spark of fire she had seen before.

  Sandy moved her lips, though she made no sound.

  Stephen turned around, moving back toward them. As if a light had been flicked off, the fire left Sandy’s eyes and her face smoothed into a doll’s mask. Julianna looked down, hoping her face was as smooth and devoid of emotion as Sandy’s was. She had read the words formed on the girl’s lips, and she took them to heart, feeling a tiny shoot of hope poke through her misery like a pale blade of spring grass. She rolled the words in her mind, wrapping them around herself like a blanket and repeating them over and over to herself.

  Never give up.

  Chapter 8

  Julianna was on Anders’ bed, spread eagle with her wrists and ankles roped at the corners of the mattress, her hips raised by several pillows beneath her ass. Anders sat beside her, running his hands over her bare body. He had set a short, thin cane with a black leather handle on the bed beside her. She didn’t want to think about how it might be used.

  “You are beautiful, Julianna.” Anders ran his fingers over her breasts and lightly squeezed her rising nipples. His other hand trailed down her stomach and paused over her pussy, the fingers moving with butterfly lightness.

  As he touched her, he said, “Today you will begin to learn orgasm control. Your ultimate goal is to accept whatever pleasure is offered you, but never to climax until your Master gives his permission. On the flip side of that, you must learn to come on command, but that will be for a different day.”

  He lifted his hand from her pussy and touched his fingers to her mouth, pushing past her lips to wet them with her saliva. He placed the wet fingers on her spread sex, teasing in a circle around her clit and moving down to her entrance. Pressing gently inside her, he found that sensitive spot again. As he stroked and teased her, Julianna found herself moaning. She clamped her mouth shut, again angry at herself for responding so easily to this man.

  He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Don’t fight your reactions. Let them flow. I love how responsive you are, Julianna. You will make your Master very happy one day.”

  If this was supposed to be a compliment, it had the opposite effect. Julianna wanted to scratch the man’s eyes out. She tugged at the ropes that held her wrists, determined not to respond to his touch again.

  His fingers moved relentlessly inside her while she struggled to ignore the sensations he was creating. Finally slipping them out, he drew them up along her labia and began to rub her clit in light, even strokes. His touch was at once gentle and insistent. Julianna closed her eyes and blew out a breath, trying to fight the rising pleasure, powerless to close her legs or resist him in any way.

  “Ooh,” she heard herself moaning, despite her promises.

  “Ask permission.”

  No. She would not come. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She wasn’t his object, goddamn it, no matter how skilled he might be with his fingers. She felt the impending orgasm recede and silently congratulated herself. Fuck you, Anders, she thought.

  Perhaps he sensed her withdrawal, because he again pressed his fingers inside her. She was wet now with her own juices and the fingers glided in easily, moving sensually inside her, making her catch her breath as he found the sweet spot. She was breathing hard, almost a pant, despite her efforts to control herself.

  His fingers still buried inside her, he used his other hand to tease her hard clit. “Fuck,” she blurted breathlessly.

  “Ask permission.”

  Oh god, she couldn’t help it. She started to buck against his hands. All at once the hands were withdrawn and a sharp, slicing sting of the cane took their place. Julianna screamed, her orgasm abruptly curtailed by the pain.

  Instinctively she tried desperately to close her legs, but she was completely immobilized by the ropes. He struck her again and again, a steady hard tapping against the sensitive swollen folds of her sex, though nothing like as hard as the first stroke. He was hitting her lightly, but in a constant, stinging barrage that made her jerk and yelp.

  Then, as abruptly as he’d started, Anders dropped the cane, his fingers soothing away the sting. “Ask next time, won’t you?” His tone was light, as if he was just asking nicely for a favor, while she whimpered, hating him.

  Again he began the slow, sensual tease, using both hands, slowly increasing the pace and intensity until she again found herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. “Ooh,” she gasped, and then, the memory of the cane still sharp, “Can I come? Please, sir?”

  “No.”

  It was too late. Her body had taken over and she felt herself tumbling into a powerful climax. At the height of it, pain sliced through her consciousness, ripping a scream from her throat, a single brutal stroke. Again he followed up with a series of light taps as she whimpered, trying vainly to twist away.

  Finally he set down the cane and shifted so he was kneeling between her legs. “Dearest Julianna.” He stroked the hair from her face. “Why did you make me do that? Did you not understand that it wasn’t enough to merely ask for permission? It had to be granted as well.” He shook his head, offering an indulgent smile. “Perhaps that was my fault. I didn’t make myself clear. Let’s try again, shall we?”

  This was worse, in its own insidious way, than anything Stephen had done to her. At least he was straight up about what he was doing—torture, pure and simple. Anders hid his sadism in the guise of a caring lover. God, how she hated him. She wanted to spit in his face. She wanted
to smash him against the wall.

  He loomed over her, a thick swatch of straight golden blond hair falling over his forehead. He smiled. “A direct question. Answer me.”

  She didn’t know what the question had been, barely able to concentrate on his babble through the din of her own rage. “I—I don’t know what you asked…sir.”

  “Pay attention,” he snapped, but then smiled again, slow and sensual. “I suggested that we try it again. I’m going to make you come, and you’re going to ask permission. If you come before that permission is granted, you will be reminded,” he lifted the cane and held it before her, “of your error. Does that suit you, Julianna?”

  She stared at him. What did he expect her to say? The truth? That she’d rather drink acid than spend another second tied down on his soft bed, submitting to his cruel games? Or did she lie, pretending, as Sandy had done, that she was falling under their spell, allowing herself to be broken down and rebuilt into a sex slave zombie to be sold to the highest bidder?

  She was helpless and defenseless, without power or allies. He wasn’t really offering her a choice. He was inviting her to comply—or else. Was it worth another beating? Could she bear another cut of that vicious cane? If she let him have his way, as he would with or without her permission, she’d be released that much sooner, at least she hoped she would. Her hands were tingling and her back ached from maintaining this arched position. The ropes had chafed her wrists and ankles when she tried to twist away from the beating.

  She closed her eyes briefly, seeing the image of Sandy as she ducked her head and smiled coquettishly for Stephen as he spewed his toxic bullshit at her. If Sandy could do it, so could Julianna. She saw the spark of fire in Sandy’s eyes as they shared their secret moment when Stephen’s back was turned. It wasn’t buckling under or giving in, she told herself. It was surviving until she figured out a plan.