Captured Series Bundle

by Christina Hale

  “Get up,” he ordered, breathlessly. I obeyed him quickly, and he turned to face me, his cheeks flushed. He reached out with both hands, cupping my face much like my mother had the night before. “Answer me honestly,” he murmured, studying my expression, “Did you detest this?” I swallowed, feeling nervous again, and… desiring him. Slowly, I shook my head, and I answered quietly, “No. It was… interesting. But I’m feeling a little strange…”

  Vralius quirked an eyebrow at me and nudged me towards the hay pile. I supposed it was meant to be a bed. “How so?” he inquired. I frowned, unsure, as I tried to explain, “My stomach feels… nervous, but I feel excited and… and I feel warm.” A curious and slightly hungry expression took over his face, and he stood over me. Exhaling slowly, he reached out and placed his hand on my lower thigh, near me knee.

  “Does this make your feelings stronger?” he breathed, grinning as I nodded and swallowed. My legs trembled slightly, and I felt my womanhood throb. Chuckling softly, Vralius moved his hand up my bare thigh, pushing my dress up. “Do you want me to stop?” he murmured, his dark gaze holding my eyes. I shook my head, my breath catching, unable to speak. Slowly, his hand trailed over my privates, and he let a finger run up and down my slit. I quivered at his touch, and felt myself becoming even moister. He played with me, though he never entered me, and all the while, he watched me. I gasped and moaned, feeling I wouldn’t last very long at all. He was skilled, even with only his finger… and I wished I’d learned about this sort of thing long ago, or at least had been curious enough to experiment.

  While one finger worked at the top of my slit, a second moved to toy with my womanhood. I gasped, slightly afraid, for my mother had talked to me about sex a few times; what was expected of me, and how it would hurt a lot the very first time… and I wasn’t ready for the pain. But, Vralius seemed to understand. He toyed with me, but he didn’t penetrate me. Even with such little work on his part, I reached my own climax very quickly. My whole body tensed up, and I felt myself tighten, and then I trembled below him, dipping wet and having no idea about what to do next, if I should move or just… lay there. I opted for the latter, but my own liquids, clear by the look of it, leaked out and into the hay pile.

  Laughing softly, Vralius pulled away and said, “Don’t worry… I’ll get this room cleaned up for you.” And then, he pulled away, letting me lay there so my body would stop shaking. “I’ll be back soon, to bring you your dinner.” Looking out of the window, I noticed that the sun was beginning to set. I nodded, breathless, and Vralius left me.

  I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Vralius returned, carrying a wooden platter. On it was what looked like bread and venison, which is what my village ate most of the time. Stomach rumbling, seeing as how I hadn’t eaten in a full day, I got up from my spot at the table and stood there uncertainly. “This visit is just so you can eat,” he told me, smirking a little bit as he placed the platter down onto the table. He moved the sole candle closer to me, as the darkness had fully settled now, and shut the door behind him, locking it once more.

  I nodded, blushing and feeling nervous, before I sat down and pulled the platter closer to me. It was a simple meal, and though the portions weren’t exactly generous, it would get me through to tomorrow. I scarfed down some of the bread, which was still hot, and ate the rest with the venison. Vralius watched me all the while, a thoughtful expression on his face. When I was finished, he took the platter and turned to leave, but I stammered, “W-what should I call you?”

  Vralius turned back halfway, twisting his torso to the side so he could look at me. “Vralius.” He answered simply. I nodded, and then looked down. Part of me feared him and his kind… but the other part of me knew that he hadn’t shown any aggression towards me. As if sensing my internal struggles, Vralius set the platter down and moved closer. “Nephele.”

  I looked up, and asked slowly, “How long will you keep me here?” He didn’t respond, but his expression hardened somewhat, and he crossed his arms over his chest. Glancing down momentarily, I decided on a different question. “Why do the others listen to you?” This, he did answer, saying calmly, “I am the second-in-command of my herd. Gisor is the first-in-command.”

  Slowly, I nodded, and I looked up, already asking another question. “Did Gisor tell you to take me from my village?” Vralius shook his head, frowning, and I asked, confused, “Then… why did you?” He made a soft scoffing noise, though it wasn’t ill-tempered. In reply, he said, “Because I wanted to.” And with that, Vralius picked up the platter once more and left. When he shut the door behind him, I heard the slam of the wooden bar, locking me into the room.

  “Goodnight, Nephele,” came Vralius’ voice from outside. Then, the window cover was replaced, and my only light source left was the candle that burned ever lower.

  I slept through the night, even if it wasn’t very well. When I woke up, I found my candle had burnt itself out. Yawning, I stood up and stretched, just as a scraping noise alerted me to my window being opened, and the bar on the outside of the door being raised. I thought it would be Vralius, but instead I was greeted by Cazis, carrying a broom, one of the centaurs who had carried me here. He was black-haired and black-bodied, both as a creature and man. He also happened to be the one that knocked me unconscious. I backed up against the wall as he entered, and he sneered. “Vralius told me this room is to be cleaned.”

  Cazis was large, like all of the other centaurs, and like the rest of them, he had an aggressive, intimidating demeanor. Uncertainly, I nodded, and he looked around the room with cold amusement. He began to sweep the floor, but his eyes stayed on me. They were hungry. “The word among the centaurs is you showed Vralius a good time…” He snickered, letting his eyes trail over my body. Somehow, my dress felt like inadequate cover. I blushed deeply, which only made the look on his face stronger. He moved to the hay pile that served as my bed and began to sweep it out. “Perhaps you’d be inclined to show me a good time, too.”

  My eyes widened and I moved, still against the wall, away from him, but he moved quicker. Discarding the broom, he cornered me, leering at me with that hungered gaze, and I just stood there, frozen and feeling fear pulse through my veins.

  “You slaves, you always break so easily,” Cazis said softly, slowly closing the distance between us. “You never put up a fight… you just let us do whatever we want.” From a satchel the centaur wore at his side, he pulled thick vines, and then there were mere inches between our bodies. I could almost hear my heart thudding in my chest. Cazis grabbed me abruptly and spun me around so that I faced the wall. I felt his rough hands grasp my wrists, binding them with the vines, and then his free hand was shoving my dress upwards.

  “No,” I managed to squeak out, tears forming in my eyes. Cazis just laughed coldly, bending his head down to whisper lowly in my ear, “You don’t have the right to say no.” Whimpering softly, I began to struggle, trying to pull away from him even though he held my wrists with one hand. He let out something of a growl and backhanded me, causing me to cry out in pain and terror.

  “No!” I shrieked, lashing out with a backwards kick. I felt my heel connect to his animal torso and he grunted, most likely more out of surprise than actual pain. “No!” I cried out again, as he released my wrists. Instead of allowing me to flee, Cazis tossed me onto the newly-swept ground. Groaning, I scrambled out of the open door and came face-to-hoof with another centaur. Looking up, I saw Vralius. He looked angry, and at first I thought his anger was going to be directed towards me. He threw me aside, and I cowered, only to hear him storm into my quarters and shove Cazis into the wall. The whole building, small as it was, shook under the weight of the centaur, and I heard grunts of astonishment before Vralius bellow, “What are you doing with her, Cazis?!”

  Outside, I shook with fear and I brought my knees to my chest, lying down sideways in the grass. Inside, Cazis snorted and replied harshly, “What? The slaves have always been shared. What’s your problem Vralius?” I hea
rd Vralius snort, and it sounded like Cazis had been shoved again.

  “No, Cazis, Nephele is not going to service anyone but myself,” Vralius told the other centaur. Still recovering, I managed to sit up, but my face was tear-streaked, and I was still gasping for breath.

  “Nephele?” Cazis snorted in disgust, “Why are you being so kind to her, Vralius? Don’t think I didn’t see that extra portion of venison you gave her last night, either. She’s a slave!” Inside, I heard Vralius exhale slowly, as if to control his temper. “Yes, and she is my slave, to do with as I see fit. Do you understand me?” There was no verbal response, but Cazis must have nodded because Vralius finished coldly, “Good. If I find you’ve ever touched her again, I’ll have your fingers removed. Now finish cleaning this room, and get out.”

  There was a sound of hooves, and then Vralius exited. He spotted me on the grass and helped me to my feet. “Come on. Let’s get you some breakfast. You can get a little privacy after, to relieve yourself if you need to.” Sniffling a little, I nodded. I was pretty hungry… and I really did need to go.

  Vralius took me to a secluded area in the woods, away from the other centaurs. He allowed me my privacy to relieve myself before breakfast, and then let me eat in peace; this time, there was bread and fresh fruit. He’d also given me water, which I drank greedily. As I ate, I contemplated Cazis’ words earlier, about how Vralius was being kind to me. I didn’t know why, but I felt, as a slave, I was getting treated well enough. It made me feel a little better off about my imprisonment, but at the same time, I didn’t know why I was special. I longed to ask this of Vralius, but I could still sense his anger over Cazis.

  “What is it?” He asked suddenly, his gaze catching mine. His dark gaze was so much warmer, and softer than Cazis’ had been. But then again, Vralius was at least treating me like a human. “It’s not hard to notice when you look my way, Nephele,” he continued quietly.

  I fiddled with my messy hair and looked down at my almost-empty platter of food. “I’m just… wondering about what Cazis said. Why you’re so kind to me…” I told him after a moment. I looked up at him and saw him frowning slightly. He didn’t look angry, really, but more like he was wondering the same thing.

  “Well, so far I’ve had no reason to be anything otherwise,” he replied slowly, offering me a small smirk. I nodded slowly, though some small part of me didn’t truly believe him. Even so, it made sense; if I did as he asked, I’d be safe and cared for. And if he was nice to me, then I’d be more willing to please him, and do a good job at it. I supposed, for now, this answer was enough.

  “Was I… good enough? Last night?” I blurted out, immediately blushing. I’d been so, so curious, and I was so inexperienced that I needed to make sure. I appeared to take Vralius aback slightly, for he regarded me with mild surprise and then laughed lowly. “Yes… you did. Now, finish your food,” he replied. Once I did so, he moved closer to me, and his eyes travelled up and down my figure as they had before, and he spoke softly. “If you’re willing, Nephele, please remove your dress.” Vralius’ words were… the softest I’d heard from him thus far. They were neither demanding, nor expecting, and perhaps that was what made me more willing. Then again… I feared losing my virginity.

  “Won’t it hurt?” I asked in a whisper, looking away. I heard him close the distance between us. He grasped my face between his hands, turning it so I was forced to look at him. His eyes searched mine, and he answered quietly, “It will, I won’t lie to you. I’m much larger than a normal man… but most men wouldn’t be considerate with you, they wouldn’t be gentle…” He touched my thigh with one hand and slowly moved it upwards, giving me a look that said if I wanted it to stop, it could. “But I’ll go slowly. I’ll be gentle… and your body will get used to it, quite quickly in fact. I can promise the pain will be short-lived.” Vralius continued, his voice so soft, so convincing. I knew, somehow, that he wasn’t trying to coerce me. The decision truly was up to me.

  Exhaling shakily, I closed my eyes while his hand climbed higher up by thigh. The fabric of my dress was pushed upwards, exposing me, up to my hip, and then past my navel. Vralius slowed as his hands neared my breasts, and he brushed them with his fingers softly, making me shiver, before he pushed the dress up all the way. He pulled it off of me and cast it aside, then pulled backwards to examine my body. He smiled down at me, beckoned for me to rise, and then led me away, back to my quarters, while I held my dress. We met no one on the way back, which I was glad for. Vralius opened the door and let me inside before coming in and shutting the door behind him. Like always, he locked it. The room was cleaned and there was a fresh hay bed made for me, and I moved over to it, feeling both nervous and excited.

  “I… I think I’d like to try something first,” I breathed, turning back around to face him. He gave me a quizzical look, and I moved forward, smiling softly. Tentatively, I placed my hand against his side, letting my fingers trail through the short fur. It was no different than that of a horse. I kneeled, and he chuckled quietly, telling me, “You don’t need to do anything for me, Nephele.” I smiled again and looked up at him, replying, “I know. I want to. I… I enjoyed making you feel good last night.” And with that, he fell quiet, and I reached out to caress his manhood, gently rolling my fingers over his testes while my other hand ran up and down his sheath. I heard him groan, and he quickly became hard, his member slipping past his sheath. I gripped it softly, brushing it with my fingers and I shifted to kneel beneath him. I was still amazed, at how I could make his shaft grow by simple touches, to throb beneath my fingers and hands…

  I shivered slightly, already beginning to dampen thanks to my thoughts. I watched him for a few moments, trying to find courage, and once I did, I began to plant gentle kisses, all the way up his member. Above me, Vralius was groaning with pleasure. Smiling to myself, I moved back down to his tip and opened my mouth slightly, letting my tongue dart out and play with the tip of his member. “Ohh, Nephele…” Vralius gasped softly. I could feel and see his legs shaking.

  I swallowed, feeling my own body react with its own trembling. I opened my mouth all of the way, then, and slowly took his member into my mouth. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but he let me know by his reactions. I learned quickly that he enjoying it when I sucked gently, letting my tongue caress his huge girth. He grew even more the longer I held him in my mouth, but there was only so much I could fit. I took in as much as I could, forcing myself not to gag reflexively as his tip entered my throat. Vralius shuddered, and I heard him use the wall, to brace himself, as I kept at it. One hand stroked him, while my other explored my own body. I was slick with wetness, and I played with myself slowly, taking more enjoyment out of pleasing him.

  After a while, Vralius began to thrust forward, and I moaned excitedly. I felt his first juices shoot out, straight into my stomach, but he didn’t stop. I let him do the work then, for fear of accidentally hurting him with my own movements, and he continued to thrust into my mouth, groaning and gasping in pleasure. Like last night, he began to stamp the ground, and I knew he would be finishing soon. Part of me wanted to keep going, but I knew just how intense the pleasure he was feeling, and didn’t want to keep him from it.

  It was over fairly quickly after that; he forced more and more of himself into my mouth, and I had to stop pleasuring myself so that I could turn all of my focus to not choking on him. He’d been big in my hands… but I think my mouth had made him bigger. Even so, with one last, huge thrust, Vralius had come. It was hot and thick, and some of it went into my mouth instead of straight down into my stomach. I swallowed and Vralius stayed inside of my mouth for a few moments, groaning his pleasure. I was the one to pull away, and I wiped my mouth clean before I moved out from under him.

  “Mmm… I can do the same to you, you know,” Vralius told me, his voice husky. Chest heaving, he pointed me to the bed and turned to face me. I swallowed, my face flushed as I nodded and closed my eyes. I heard him chuckle, and then he grabbed my thigh
s, gently pushing them apart. He lowered his body to the floor, kneeling much like I had, and then leaned his head down towards my womanhood. “I won’t take you yet… not unless you ask me too,” he continued quietly, before his mouth was upon my privates.

  I gasped immediately, my thighs clenching, but he kept them apart with his hands while his tongue darted up and down my slit, rather like how his fingers had. Whatever I was to him, he was ten times as better to me; his tongue caressed me softly, flicking over my clitoris before he began to suck on it. I already knew there wasn’t much of this that I could take. My body trembled and my moans grew louder, and as the pleasure became too much, my hands found Vralius’ hair and I gripped it tightly. I knew then just how badly I wanted him to take me. If he could pleasure me so greatly with just his fingers and his mouth, I was sure his shaft inside of me would be better than anything I could ever imagine.

  “Vralius,” I gasped out, breathless and shaking, “Please – please take me,” I heard him groan with pleasure and then he was above me, but he waited. He looked down at me, and stroked my face softly before he murmured, “If you want me to stop at any time, tell me.” Then, I felt the tip of his shaft against my womanhood. I quivered on the inside, feeling my wetness seep out to greet him. He played with me slightly, letting his tip graze up and down my slit before he pushed forward slightly. I cried out, both in pain and pleasure, and he paused before ever-so-gently continuing on.

  He was huge, and our mutual wetness helped his member to slip inside, but I could feel myself being stretched and tear. My privates pulsed angrily, but I nodded to Vralius and he pushed his thick shaft in as far as it could go, before slowly pulling out most of the way and pushing back in again. I gasped and moaned, pushing through the pain and I imagined him thrusting inside of me as he had earlier in my mouth. I imagined his hot liquids gushing inside of me, and I begged him to go faster.