Caged. Captured. Confined.
The Illicit Romance Reader’s Dark BDSM Collection
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A Jealous God
By Giselle Renarde
«Dieu aima les oiseaux et inventa les arbres.
L'homme aima les oiseaux et inventa les cages.»
~Jacques Deval
“You are My creation, wicked Eve.”
“Creator made Eve for the pleasure of knowing her and loving her.” She bowed her head as in prayer. Even with the Creator standing right in front of her cage, she cast her gaze downward. It would be presumptuous for a mere mortal to look upon such a luminous being.
“You are mine for the taking, and mine for the keeping,” He instructed. “You are mine to do with as I desire.”
“Eve is His creation,” she repeated, bowing lower, until her forehead met the ground. “He does to her as He pleases.”
She was merely the plaything of her all-powerful and all-knowing Creator. Without any right to self-determination, how could she contemplate the meaning of I? Eve had never heard of identity. She saw the world through the camera lucida of His gaze. With Him as the closest she knew to a mirror, how could she view herself as anything but contemptible?
Her cage was made of chicken wire, but escape never crossed her mind. If she left, where would she go? Better yet, why would she go? Eve sat each day in patient silence, waiting for Him to appear. She did not sleep while He was away, for fear of missing out on the thrill of His arrival.
The chicken wire cut her flesh if she held the same position for too long, so she tried not to move. Her knees were scarred red with pointed ovals like eyes without irises. Eve was blind to life beyond the chicken wire.
All day, she waited to hear His key enter the front lock. The door would open and then squeal shut, but Creator never entered her room right away. Her room was, of course, a faulty descriptor. It was not her room in any sense—it was merely the room which her cage occupied.
When He entered, she cast her eyes suitably downward. Offering neither greeting nor request, she waited for Him to make His demands.
“Foul beast of the earth.” His voice boomed as He caught sight of her piddle in the corner of her cage. “Go on the newspaper. What do you think it’s there for?”
Eve cowered, but made no reply. On days when pain from the chicken wire made her faint, she liked to sit on the newspaper for relief. She couldn’t do that if it was soiled.
“A dog can be housetrained,” He spat. When she made no response, He commanded, “Lie down. Are you no better than a brute? Present yourself to me like a dog.”
Sinking to her hands and knees, Eve backed up against the cage. She raised her posterior high in the air to ensure her two holes would be aligned with the padded opening in the chicken wire. She could never be sure whether He might fuck her pussy or her ass, or her pussy and then her ass. But without any sense of self, Eve had no concept of preference. She existed solely for the enjoyment of her Creator.
When she pressed her chest to the floor, her tender nipples caught the chicken wire at the base of the cage. She began to nudge her forearms underneath her breasts to alleviate the pain, but Creator caught sight and cried, “Stay!”
Eve allowed her face to fall against the floor, and the wire dug into her cheek. Still, she stayed. Though she averted her gaze, she could tell He’d worn his chaps. The scent of leather surmounted even those of urine and sweat.
“Have you any desires, filthy beast?” He bellowed. “Do you wish for me to fuck you?”
“Eve has no thoughts or wishes that are not aligned with Creator’s,” she replied. “Creator will tell Eve what to think and what to wish for.”
“You will think nothing,” He snapped. “You will neither wish, desire, nor long for anything at all. You are merely a vessel to receive the bounty I come to bestow upon the earth.”
“Eve is an empty vessel waiting to be filled with the gifts of the Creator.”
Creator never sank to his knees; He graced the ground with their pressure.
Through the hole in her cage, Creator watched Eve’s purple asshole throb and grasp. He poked it with His thumb, and her ass ring undulated like a brainless deep-sea organism, drawing in every unsuspecting lurker.
“Your ass is begging for it,” He mocked, pulling out His thumb. “Do you want to feel my cock plunge inside your tight little hole?”
Puzzled, she replied, “Eve seeks only to please her Creator. She has no desires but His desires.”
“A body doesn’t lie. Your asshole is praying to be fucked.”
“Then it would be pleased if Creator fucked it,” she replied, as though her flesh possessed some independent capacity for perceiving pleasure.
“It would,” Creator reasoned, “but there is an important lesson every asshole must learn.”
“Ah, yes?” Eve remained ready to accept any word or action. “What is this lesson every asshole must learn?”
“Most prayers go unanswered,” Creator replied. Reaching through the hole in Eve’s cage, Creator gave her pussy lips three preparatory smacks. “I shall fuck your cunt instead.”
Bracing at the sweet sensation of sharp slaps against her delicate flesh, Eve wove her fingers through the chicken wire at the base of the cage. “Thy Will be done.”
Into the clear juice of Eve’s pink pussy, He pressed a thick middle finger. Her grasping cunt drew Him in as her asshole had done before. Creator forced an index finger inside that moist hole. When she whimpered, lifting her wire-marked face from the floor, he fucked her with three fingers, sticky and wet from the liquid of her arousal.
“Your cunt now implores my compassion. I hear her fluid prayer.” Creator growled, His voice thick with displeasure. Frowning at the sight of her pussy juice on His fingers, He cried, “Wicked Eve, has your cunt learned nothing from her neighbour?”
An obedient student of her Lord and Master, Eve replied, “Most prayers go unanswered.”
“Correct,” He exclaimed, beaming with a bizarre form of pride. “Your asshole prayed to be fucked, and that prayer went unanswered. Now your cunt prays for my cock, and neither shall her desires be met.”
“Almighty Creator,” Eve entreated, her voice soft as linen. “How might Creator’s humble servant give herself to Him?”
“Make no mistake: you do not give to me; I do not receive from you. The Creator takes, and his servant is taken from. Now get on your knees, sinful creature.”
Eve followed His simple command, rising to kneel
. She placed herself before Him, her lips level with the higher of the two padded apertures in her cage. Never meeting His all-knowing gaze, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to receive the blessing of His cock. She closed her eyes. The scent of leather grew pervasive as His smooth head brushed salty fluid down her tongue.
“You see, my sinful child…” He gasped as He swept the seam of His tip into the pool of precum. “No spiritual plea goes unheard…”
“God hears all prayers,” she echoed. With a cock against her tongue, the words were mumbled.
“Precisely,” He exclaimed, almost a cheer. “All of humanity’s bitching and moaning irritates the hell out of me. Sometimes it puts me in such a mood that I give those importunate whiners exactly the opposite of what they want.”
All she could do to set His mind at ease was wrap her lips around His cock. He released an animal moan as the silken walls of her mouth closed around Him.
Grasping the grotty lumber at the top of Eve’s chicken wire home, He plunged His cock deep in her throat. She resisted the physiological urge to sputter and choke. After a few thrusts, she would grow accustomed to the pounding.
There was no expectation that Eve should ever thrust, suck, grind, or provide any indication of enjoyment during a sexual act. Her duty, as she was so often reminded, was simply to be and be taken.
“Then there’s you, Eve…” Creator grasped her erect nipples through the gaps in the chicken wire. “Always praying for me to join you here in this slum. When I arrive, your anus calls to be filled and your cunt implores that I pump it full of cum. Do you know why I chose to fuck your mouth instead?”
Eve began to nod, but realized Creator anticipated a negative response. Instead, she shook her head no.
“Your mouth was the only part of your body that wasn’t asking to be stuffed with cock. I did it with the deliberate intent to displease you.”
She pulled away to reply, “No action of Creator’s ever displeases Eve.”
Even the most thoroughly reflected responses were seen as smart-ass comebacks. Eve’s Lord and Master held tight to her nipples with the tips of His fingernails. He twisted them away from each other until she winced, then thrust his cock down her throat. It had no choice but to be receptive. He pulled on her tender nipples to bring her closer. To encourage motion, He allowed Eve to fall back a bit. He plunged again down her throat, tugging her tits through the chicken wire. There were no friendly apertures for winter-white breasts; the antagonistic wires left red marks on her skin.
“It is not merely to prevent your enjoyment that I fuck the lips of your mouth. Wicked, wicked Eve,” He scathed, jerking her tits tight against the wire. “I do it that you may not create life inside of you. It was I who created you. It was I who caused all things to be.”
“Creator brings forth all life,” Eve replied, her words once again garbled by His cock.
“You are but an empty vessel. I hold the power to generate life within you.” He grasped her tits through the chicken wire. “It’s a gift I deny.”
He fucked her face with a kind of brutal frenzy only He could succeed in. Piercing her hard nipples with His fingernails, He pulled her tits while He rammed his cock down her throat. Tears welled in the corners of her closed eyes, wetting her lashes before trickling down her cheeks.
She accepted the collision of cock and mouth with a virgin’s tender grace. As He tugged on her tits, her body hurled itself at Him like a doll, halted only by chicken wire. The scent of leather overwhelmed her senses, until she could feel nothing but the flavour of His coverings. Its aroma surpassed even the taste of cum as it hurled past her lips, barely settling on her tongue before coursing down her throat.
Clutching her nipples with all His force, Creator cried, “Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord!”
Gasping for air, she choked on His cum. The cock still lodged in her throat hindered her cries of devotion. When He pulled out of her mouth and released her stinging breasts, she fell back on her ass, whimpering, “Praise Him according to His excellent greatness.”
“What was that?” He mocked, turning to depart. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
Cackling like the devil, He closed the door behind Him, leaving Eve alone in the chicken wire fortress. “Praise Him according to His excellent greatness,” she whispered when he had gone.
Her fate was to live out her days in captivity, waiting for the Creator to appear unto her. She might love Him, if she only knew how.
He was in the next room now, cracking open a bottle. Eve wondered if He could hear her voice over the blaring television. “Praise Him in His mighty expanse.”
Her cage had no lock, but Eve knew nothing of freedom.
Dungeon Master
BDSM Erotic Romance
By Angel Wild
Copyright © 2014 – Angel Wild
All Rights Reserved
Gia stood at the direct center of the hilltop, staring down at the flickering lights of the small village below the rise. The lights looked frail and brave against the darkness and she smiled at them, thinking about the candles she and her mother and grandmother used to light back in her hometown in Alabama, candles that they would set into the hollowed out bowls that sat beneath the old live oaks. Those candles had been prayers against the darkness, looking at the lit windows below she found herself wondering if that was not exactly what every light that burned in the night really was.
The smell of the sea drifted to her nose. The sea sat several miles away but when the wind was right she could smell it anyway. A goat bleated from the upper reaches of the hill, the cottage she had rented sat in amongst several small farms, above and behind the cottage and its neighbors stretched the dun and patched green hills and mountains of Anatolia. To the left of her stretched verdant fields and lush pasture lands on which, during the day, the sheep made adorable little white blots.
She had come to Turkey on a whim, the friends she had made on the pre-planned and bland little tour she had taken of Europe and Greece had thought she was insane but they had tagged along to Istanbul with her anyway. When she had grown bored with the city and tired of the hectic pace of it they entreated her to go home with them but she refused. She craved solitude and peace, the clean and dry air and quiet. The kind of quiet she could not get in her current home of New York City.
“Are you crazy?” Meghan, the gorgeous red haired woman that had been part of the original tour that Gia had signed up for had asked as she watched her pack her things, “I mean the city is fairly safe just because we are so visible as tourists but if you get out there in the country alone anything might happen to you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
She had not been swayed, her mind had been made up the minute she had seen the advertisement for the cottage and after having a quick tour of it she knew she had to spend the last month of her long overdue vacation there. The stone house had a small private pool, barbecue, the stunning views and a kitchen with long French doors as well as two beautifully furnished bedrooms. She had seen it at sunset, just as the mountains turned a fierce and gorgeous red, she was sure the owner had shown it to her just at that time deliberately and she didn’t blame him. The high clear air and lack of smog allowed the stars to shine above, high clear and cold and after two weeks she was almost ready to move there permanently.
But, after two weeks of quiet and absolute solitude she was also ready for a little company. She had laid in groceries when she arrived but they were running low and she was tired of her own cooking. All of her books had been read and there was no television or Internet. She walked back into the house and turned back to the mirror, checking her appearance.
Her long blonde hair hung down her back. The past few weeks had put fresh platinum highlights and sunny streaks in the long strands. Her skin had a golden wash all over it, one of the benefits of being able to swim and sunbathe naked, and it glowed against the long creamy white sheath she had pulled on. Her collarbones rose delicate and narrow above
the top of the dress, her narrow waist and long legs were accented by the clinging material. A single golden cuff circled her upper arm and a tiny smudge of lilac shadow and dark mascara accented the deep blue of her eyes.
She pulled flat sandals on knowing the trek down the hill would be arduous. She wished she had thought to rent a car but shrugged that off. She planned to go back to Istanbul two days before her flight to the States left London. She had booked a flight to Heathrow that would leave her enough time to get a little rest between flight and account for any unexpected delays as well before she had moved to the countryside. Beyond that and the beauty and peace the place had promised (and delivered) she hadn’t thought about much else.
Picking up her purse she set off. The night smelled of the grass and sea, the chlorine in her pool and the perfume that drifted up from her skin. She stared up at the ebony sky, the diamond twinkles of the stars to pass the time as she walked. She thought about the old legends of the skies her mother had whispered into her ears as a child, the stories of beautiful princesses and kings turned to lights in the sky so they could live on, eternally. Growing up in a house with two practicing pagans, one of them with a comparative religion degree and the other with a degree in pharmacology had hardly been the typical childhood but it had been a happy one. Walking down the long hill she admitted to herself that even after ten years she still mourned the deaths of those two women. They had died in a car accident when she had been fifteen and she had been sent to live with her very practical and stern aunt and uncle in the city. She had spent the last nine years trying to make those two people like her and respect her but she had given up finally.
She had worked her way through college and she had had a small amount of money from her mother and grandmother squirreled away, as a graduation gift she had decided to take the trip that had got her to Europe. Her aunt had sneered at the idea, calling it wasteful and frivolous. Looking at her aunt’s pinched and closed face Gia had known that whatever else happened to her in her life she would never share it with that woman or her husband.
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