Cave Man's Captive

by Juliana Conners

  I walked over to him slowly, gulping hard as I walked the few paces to where he stood.

  He put his arm around my waist and pulled me in close to him. He kissed me hard on the mouth, sucking on my bottom lip. It caught me off guard, but I loved it. I could begin to feel my adrenaline rush through my body.

  He yanked my arm hard and tied it up with one of the ropes that he had fastened against the cave wall. He did the same with my other arm and then tied up my legs until my body resembled a star, my limbs spread out wide. I could feel the cold hard wall scraping against my butt as I struggled to try to get comfortable. The more that I squirmed, the more that I realized that trying to get comfortable was useless. Elijah seemed amused watching me squirm.

  He stood back and dropped his hands. He peeled off his shirt, whipped it around, and threw it into the darkness of the back cave. He stood there watching me, stroking his dick slowly as his eyes scanned my frame. He stared first into my eyes, then moved down to my breast, then my pussy.

  He moved closer to me, running the tips of his fingers along my arm, sending chills all over my body. My nipples perked up and hardened in response to his touch. Now he ran his fingers all over my body, pausing at my pussy. He stroked my pussy, grabbing it by the handful.

  I could feel my pussy beginning to throb, aching with anticipation for him to touch me more, to kiss me, to ravish me, to kiss and ravage it!

  I was convinced that he could have done anything to me and it would have excited me. Just being in Elijah’s presence made me wet. He pulled out a condom and opened it, pushing it down over his stiff dick sliding it down with one hand. He leaned his body against mine, the soft hairs of his chest rubbing against my skin. He grabbed my waist with one hand and guided his hard cock into me with his other hand. He slid into my soft, wet pussy so easily and just held me there. He stroked me softly, brushing my hair out of my face so that he could get a better look at my face. I moaned with each stroke of his manhood.

  He started speeding up, ramming it into me harder and faster. My back slammed into the wall and I could feel the cold, damp rock pressing deeply into my skin. The dewy smell of the cave and the sharpness of the crags digging into my skin only magnified the intensity of Elijah’s deep pumping. I cried out in pain and the way that he fucked me it felt like a jolt of electricity running through my body. But, the intense pleasure outweighed any pain I was feeling. It all felt overwhelming. Then he speeded up and began deliriously fucking me with even greater energetic thrusts, all the while holding me still against the wall with his burly hand gripping my neck. He squeezed a little and I could feel my pussy tighten at the same time. I could feel his cock expanding and contracting while sliding in and out and his face told me he was in blissful ecstasy. We both were. All of a sudden, I started cumming in quick successive squirts. It was fast and caught me off guard. My pussy pulsated as he pushed his dick deeper and harder inside of my dripping wet pussy. I let out a loud scream.

  "Shhhhhh," he said, putting his hand over my mouth. "You don't want to get too loud out here. You might attract one of the bigger animals, like a bear." My mouth snapped shut and I tried to stifle my screams.

  "I can't help it," I confessed. "Your dick feels unbelievable.”

  Suddenly, he spun me around so that I was facing the wall. I was still spread eagle. He started tying the ropes so that my legs were up in a v shape. I didn't even know that my body could move in this position. It was not uncomfortable, though.

  He balanced his body so that I hovered above him. He roughly pulled my hips down so that my pussy sat down on top of him. He bounced me wildly, my butt slapping against his lap. Screams escaped my throat and I tried to quiet them, but it was useless. My pussy was throbbing from the force of his dick ramming into me. He slapped my ass hard over and over. That turned me on even more.

  "Harder...Faster!" I yelled. He looked a little shocked and, to be completely honest, I shocked myself!! I had never done anything this sexual, let alone so rough. But I was caught up in the moment and didn’t care. It felt freeing and he certainly was the man to bring out the harlot in me.

  "I'm cumming!" I yelled as I felt the orgasm beginning to build inside of me. I could feel my pussy violently spasm, squeezing his dick in pulses like Morse code. He let out a loud yell, his body tensing up and I knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. Seeing that he was losing the battle to prolong his ecstasy, seconds later he went fast like a freight train, pounding my pussy for dear life. I hung there, swinging back and forth as he held me there, pressing me against the wall as he dug his dick deeper into my sopping wet pussy.

  He let out a sharp bellow and I screamed out loud and he finally let go. We both came… at the same time. I came so hard that I could hear the wetness splatter onto the floor, dripping from my now red pussy hole. I felt like all of the life had been zapped from me as I hung there helplessly. It was glorious.

  Elijah unfastened my arms and legs so that I could get free. When my feet touched the ground, I felt like I was going to topple over because my legs felt so weak that they could hardly hold me up. As I was about to fall over, Elijah caught me and held me in his arms. His chest was glistening from the sweat that was covering him. His breaths were deep and quick, like he was taking in a lot of air and them blowing it all out like a fan.

  We stood there in the cave hugging for a while. He scooped me up in his arms and took me to the other side of the cave where our makeshift pallet lay, and he gently placed me on it. He came down on top of me, the weight of his massive body enveloping me. I couldn't move if I wanted to, but I didn't want to. It just felt nice to be with a man so powerful and sexy like Elijah that I didn't care if he lay on top of me the entire night.

  Elijah laughed and lifted up the condom that he had taken off of his dick. It looked like an engorged water balloon.

  "Wow!" I exclaimed. "That's a lot of cum!" It didn’t really surprise me though, everything about Elijah was BIG.

  "Yeah well, that's what happens when your pussy fits my dick like a tight glove. You are so sexy and amazing. But I agree, that's a whole lot of cum. I don't think I ever came that hard. He pauses, I take that back, I know I never came that hard."

  The look of bewilderment on his face told me that he was being honest. He shook his head, stood up, and began getting dressed. I stood up and put my clothes on too. The wind was starting to pick up, howling as it whipped rain into the cave, causing water to pool at the entrance. Elijah walked toward the cave opening and peered out. He sighed deeply.

  "Well, it looks like we'll be staying here for longer than we thought," he said, shaking his head and walking toward the back of the cave where there were supplies lined up against the wall.

  I looked out at the rain, beginning to worry. I agreed to come on this trip because I planned on being available to work for Whitney and Harlow. Now, this rain was trapping me in a cave miles away from where I was supposed to be. I felt the pangs of guilt welling up.

  "You don't think that we can make a run for it to the car?" He shook his head emphatically.

  "No, there's no way. It's just not safe. I would hate it if something were to happen to you."

  The soft way in which he said it touched my heart. It was good to know that he cared about me so much. He spoke like a gentleman.

  "Thank you," I said, gratefully. "I'm just worried about the kids. I wanted to make myself useful to the Bradfords while they are on vacation, but it looks like this storm is making that impossible. Not to mention, I'm starting to get a little scared that we won't ever make it back."

  I walked over to the back of the cave where he sat rearranging cans of food. He had a fairly large stockpile of cans.

  "Whoa! You thought of everything," I said. He had a wide variety of canned meats, vegetables, and other nonperishable food items.

  "I really do have things under control," he said, winking and smiling at me. "Don't worry; I have everything covered. You are safe with me. I will protect you."

  The cave ha
d gotten darker because the fire had died down to red embers. Elijah walked over to the fire and began stirring it with a stick, red streaks jumping up as they scattered across the floor. He added more logs of wood to the fire, fanning the embers so they sparked and caught flame. The fire began to build until the yellow flames blazed brightly, the flames reaching up, bending back and forth. A black cloud of smoke started to fill the cave. Elijah fanned the flames toward the opening of the cave, letting the smoke escape until all that was left was a hearty fire. Once he finished with the fire, he came and sat down next to me, staring into the fire.

  "If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you planned all of this," I told him jokingly.

  "How so?" he asked.

  "Maybe you looked at the weather forecast and saw the storm and thought that it would be a good idea to get trapped in a cave."

  He laughed loudly, his deep voice bouncing off the walls of the cave.

  "You know, if I could have thought that far ahead, I guess that that would have been a great plan."

  "Well, how else do you explain us being trapped here, but you have all of these supplies that would let us survive for weeks or maybe even months? To me that shows that you are almost prepared for just about anything."

  "Actually, I have all of these supplies out here because I like to come here to get away from the cabin."

  "Why would you want to get away from the cabin?" I asked, thoroughly confused. "There are no other people out here. And you have a nice, comfortable cabin. Why would you come out here to no man's land?"

  "While I am very happy about how things worked out for us, I come here a lot to escape from reality, I guess. Coming out here helps me to get away from it all and just be one with nature. Coming here helps me to escape the nightmares that bother me all of the time."

  He turned his face away from me. The way that he said that made me feel sorry for him. I didn't like to hear that he had nightmares so bad that he was basically a man on the run from his own thoughts. Getting away is wonderful. In fact, I wished that I could come out here from time to time to get away from my situation with my dad. But, I couldn't imagine what it must be like to constantly run from your own thoughts.

  I wanted to cry. In fact, I could feel it beginning to well up and the hot tears began pouring before I had a chance to stop them.

  "Oh no! What's wrong?" asked Elijah, scanning my face worriedly. "Did I do something?"

  I blinked, trying to make the steady stream of tears stop.

  "No," I said, shaking my head. "It's just...sometimes I feel so weighed down..."

  Elijah nodded, grabbed a few cans and a can opener, and walked to a place just in front of the fire. Smiling, he beckoned for me to join him. He took my hands in his and pulled me down with him, sitting Indian style.

  His dark brown eyes looked longingly into mine. His face was so gentle, an unexpected contrast to his muscular mountain man persona. He said something to me that I'll never forget.

  "You tell me about your demons and I'll tell you about mine."

  Chapter 15

  Michelle

  Elijah opened up a can of potted meat and green beans and put them on the ground in front of him side-by-side. He produced two beat up tin plates and two plastic spoons.

  "It might not be four-star restaurant quality, but it will take the hunger pangs away," he said sheepishly.

  "I'm definitely grateful that you have this out here. I turn into a real bear when I'm hungry. I wouldn't want you to see that."

  "Trust me, I've seen some things that are worse than anything that you could ever imagine."

  The way that he said that chilled my bones. It was almost as if a dark cloud had descended down over his head. Whatever it was, it was enough for him to feel like he needed to go out into a cave and try to forget about it.

  He heaped a few spoonfuls from each can onto a tin plate and handed it to me. I took it graciously and began eating it. It was cold and didn't taste all that great. But, I smiled and thanked him anyway. I wanted him to know that I really did appreciate the effort he was making.

  "So, tell me about these nightmares," said Elijah, wiping gravy away from his mouth with his sleeve.

  I stared down at my plate trying to figure out how exactly to begin.

  "It's a long story..." I said, turning my head and looking away from him.

  "It's okay," he said, winking. "We've got a little time."

  I laughed. He put his hand on mine, encouraging me to continue.

  "To understand my nightmares, you would have to know the situation between my parents..."

  As I began to tell him the story, my mind went back to what I call the day that changed my life.

  I had been at the shopping mall to pick up new headphones so that I could listen to music on my phone. I had found some really nice ones. I was excited because they were on sale, so I was able to get them plus a new pair of tennis shoes that I really liked.

  I walked in all proud of myself. I went to my parent's bedroom, eager to tell my mother about my shopping win and found her running around their bedroom stuffing clothes into a giant suitcase that was becoming fuller as she gathered up handfuls of clothes and threw them on top of the suitcase. She looked frantic, like she was afraid of something.

  "Mom! What's going on? What's wrong?"

  She stopped dead in her tracks, hung her head, and turned to face me.

  "What's wrong?" I asked again. My mother had always been the glue that held out family together. She was soft spoken and accommodating. I couldn't remember her and my father even having so much as a fight. I couldn't fathom what was happening and I needed for her to help me understand.

  "Honey, I'm leaving your father."

  The words seeped into my brain like venom. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't see this coming at all.

  She sighed deeply, walked over to me, and held my face in her hands.

  "This might be too much for you to understand right now. Maybe once you get older, you might understand. Your father and I have not been happy for a very long time. Your father doesn't care, either. He is fine with just coexisting with each other. Me, I want passion. I want the same things that he talked about when we were dating. I want that exciting man back that I dated all those years ago. I can't remember when life stopped being fun."

  I looked at my mother, a nervous, frail woman. She had gotten thinner in the last few years. She was really beginning to show her age. I hadn't looked at her the way that I did that day. I saw a tired woman, a woman so desperate that she would be willing to do anything for tiny corner of happiness. I guess I had been so caught up in my own world to notice that she wasn't happy. Things were just so normal at home I hadn't thought about my mother as a woman with needs that I couldn't quite comprehend yet since I have never been with a man. I thought that my throat was going to close up as I told Elijah the story.

  "It's okay," he said softly, reassuring me to continue.

  My tongue felt thick in my mouth and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to keep talking. I tried to talk and choked on sobs that I didn't know were about to come out.

  "It's all my fault!" I said remorsefully.

  "What is?" said Elijah, confused.

  So, I told him the rest of the story.

  "I tried to talk her out of leaving, not necessarily for my dad, but for me. My dad and I didn't exactly have the worst relationship, but it certainly wasn't the best, either. I didn't know what would happen if she left. For as long as I could remember, she had always been the one to make things work in our lives. I have vivid memories of my father sitting on the end of the bed waiting for my mom to bring him a pair of socks.

  She told me that she had to leave right away. I begged her to let me come with her. She refused, saying that she didn't really have all of the details worked out yet. But she promised to come back for me as soon as she could. I cried and told her that I didn't want to wait and that I didn't care where we went, as long as I could be with h
er.

  She caressed my face and smiled. She kissed me on my forehead and brushed back loose curls that had fallen over my eyes.

  “I know that you don't understand, but I am doing this for you just as much as I am doing it for me. I want you to always remember that you have to go after what you love and what makes you happy. Don't settle for a life that isn't the best life that you can have, of your own design. And if ever you feel that you are stuck or unhappy, run. Run as fast and as far as you can until you don't feel that stuck feeling anymore. If you don't remember anything that I say to you honey, please remember that.”

  She slammed her suitcase shut, told me that she loved me, and disappeared quickly out the front door.

  That was the last time that I would ever see her. Alive, that is. She got into a really bad car crash and died instantly. My heart was ripped to shreds. I loved my mom so much. And the worst part about it is my father was completely heartbroken. I had never see him cry up until that point. The way that he cried tore me apart. He seemed so lost. He would go between blankly staring and crying.

  At her funeral, everyone said very nice things about my mother. They called her an angel and talked about how she always made everyone feel welcome and loved. They were right.

  There was a man there that I didn't know. When the ceremony was over he came up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, and told me that he had something to tell me. I was curious as to what he had to say, so I walked out of the funeral home and talked to him.

  ”My name is Jean,” he said, nervously. “I didn't know if I should reach out to you, but I figured that I would rather say something than not. Your mother was coming to meet me the night that she got into the accident. She and I had been seeing each other for a few years. The reason that I wanted to tell you that is because I believe that she was going to tell your father about us.”

  “So, why are you telling me now? And at her funeral of all places!”

  I was livid! I understand that it was my mother's choice to be with this man, but I certainly did not have to stand there at her funeral while I was grieving and listen to this. And I absolutely wasn't about to let this man upset my father any more than he already was.