A Rebel Captive

by Thompson, J. D.

  “We have to make a quick stop. You will do everything I say or there will be very painful consequences.” He gave her a second to process what he said, taking the opportunity to rub his thumb along her cheek, wiping away the dirt.

  He knocked on the door and a guard opened it, ushering them inside. The general was seated at a large desk, reviewing some paperwork. The girl he’d picked from the line up the day before was kneeling and naked at his feet. Her lip was split, her right cheek had a nasty bruise, she was bound, gagged, and crying softly. Olivia stopped dead in her tracks, she wanted to run out of the room, but Cole’s hand was at her back, pushing her along. The general gestured for Cole to sit in the chair in front of the desk; he did and pulled Olivia down to a seated position on the floor next to him. He placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed softly. She wondered if he meant it to be comforting or a warning. The general leafed through some papers for a moment before stuffing them in a folder.

  “Here’s the paperwork I need you to review, I expect your opinion on them tomorrow.” He handed Cole the folder and turned to look Olivia over. “Not the slightest bit broken in yet is she? You’re soft on your slave, Cole. Wouldn’t want the men to think you’re weak.”

  She stiffened at his words, looking at the poor girl, shivering on the floor. Olivia swayed slightly, suddenly feeling as though she was going to be sick. His grip tightened unconsciously on her shoulder.

  “I’m taking my time with her; I’m not a fan of weeping, broken, messes. And if the men have a problem with that they can talk to me about it and I’ll show them just how weak I am.”

  He stood stiffly. “Up,” he barked at her and stormed out of the room, dragging her out by the arm.

  He was hurting her and walking too quickly, she tripped, almost falling over, and yanked out of his hold.

  “You’re hurting me,” she yelled at him.

  Her outburst caught both of them off guard. His face darkened and he shoved her against the wall. She yelped and tried to get away from him, but he grabbed her by the throat and threw her back against the wall. Cole pressed his body against hers and leaned his face in so close she could feel his breath against her lips.

  “Don’t think that just because I haven’t beaten you into a sniveling pulp means I won’t.” He stood there, crowding her; she squirmed against him, panicked by his closeness.

  Her struggling caused him to harden and he squeezed her throat just a little more. Her eyes widened and she tried to claw at his hand.

  “Drop your hands,” he growled.

  She did as she was told and he loosened his grip on her throat. She sucked in a breath and just stared at him. His eyes were burning, but she wasn’t sure if they burned in anger or arousal, his hardness was pressing against her stomach.

  “You will obey me or you can join your little friend on the floor. Got that?” She nodded and his grip tightened on her throat again, his eyes told her she made a mistake.

  “Yes, my lord.”

  He released her and stepped away. He took her hand, pulling her after him down the hallway. She took the time to steady her breathing and her pounding heart. Once they were back in his room, he left her in the middle of the living room and went to his desk.

  “Go take a shower; I’ll have dinner waiting when you’re done.”

  She stood there. He sat down and started rifling through some papers. Cole looked up at her, giving her a look that gave no room for argument. She went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

  “Leave the door open,” he barked.

  The water felt refreshing, she watched the dirt wash away and wondered if she could stay in there forever. She took her time washing her hair, shaving her legs, and generally letting the steaming hot water beat down on her. The privacy was calming, but the hot water was short lived.

  She turned the water off and toweled dry. Looking for her clothes, Olivia realized he’d come in at some point and taken them. She panicked, clutching the towel around her. For a few minutes she stood there, not sure what to do, but she started to get cold and thought that maybe he’d put new clothes on the bed for her so she hesitantly went to the door and stepped out. He was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, watching her. She froze, wanting to escape back into the bathroom.

  When he started moving toward her she stepped backwards, her back bumped into the wall and she whimpered. He stopped right in front of her, she could feel the heat radiating from his body and she clutched the towel tighter. He had something in his hand, bands of some sort. Bending down, he ran his fingers along one of her legs, she wanted to move away, but had nowhere to go. Cole wrapped his hand around one ankle, snapping a band in place. He moved his hand to her other thigh, gently playing down her legs and enjoying her soft skin. She squirmed, but he ignored it.

  The other band wrapped around her ankle and he brought both her legs together, tapping one of the bands. Suddenly, her legs snapped together and she almost lost her balance. She yelped and grabbed on to him to steady herself while still trying to hold onto her towel. He chuckled, tapping the band again, unbinding her feet. He stood up slowly letting both his hand travel up her legs, she started whimpering and squirming again as his fingers moved up to her thighs. Her skin burned where he touched her, Olivia’s heart started to hammer against her chest and she squirmed even more.

  “Please stop,” she begged.

  He removed his hands from her legs, but took one of her wrists instead. She made a small sound of protest and tried to pull away, but he held onto her tightly. He snapped a band around her wrist and grabbed her other arm. She quickly gathered up her towel with her free hand, desperate to keep herself covered. He snapped the last band on her wrist. The bands were soft against her skin, but sturdy. She’d never seen the material before. Once they were around her appendages they seemed to form a solid cuff, she couldn’t see a seam or any sort of locking or unlocking mechanism for that matter. While still holding one hand, he reached for her other.

  “No,” she begged, but he pulled her hand away and with it her towel dropped to the floor.

  He brought her wrists together and tapped one of the bands; her wrists were suddenly locked together. She turned her head away and shut her eyes, a blush covering her entire body. Tears welled behind her eyelids. He lifted her arms above her head and tapped the wall. Her wrists were locked in place and she shot her head up to see how it was possible. There was no explanation; she was secured to the wall, but without shackles, without chains. She struggled against her bonds, but it was in vain.

  “Look at me,” Cole commanded.

  She did for a second, but when his eyes dropped to explore her now naked body she shut them, overcome with embarrassment and fear.

  “Tsk, tsk. I told you too look at me,” he said, pinching one of her nipples, she yelped and tried to wiggle away from him, but that just made it all the more painful.

  “Close your eyes again and I’ll do more than pinch you, now, look at me.”

  He released her nipple. He stared into her eyes before returning to look over her body. He ran his fingers down her arms, tickling her with the barest touch. He continued down to her collarbone and then gently cupped her breasts.

  “Please stop,” she begged, but could see hunger in his eyes.

  Cole spread his hand across her stomach, his fingers were long, thick, and strong, they circled her waist just as he dipped his head to lick across her breast. She gasped and started begging again for him to stop, tears streamed down her face. He took a nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue across the tip. It felt like an electric current being shot from her breast to her pussy. She could feel herself getting wet and she groaned in horror.

  “Please, please stop. You can’t do this.”

  He looked up at her and smirked. “Yes, yes I can.”

  He repeated his assault on her other breast and she bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan. She pressed her legs together, attempting to hide her growing wetness. He continued to lap at her
breast, but his hands moved further down, cupping her derriere and pressing her against his hardness. Her aversion to his touch and the contrast of her building pleasure were too much for her and she started fighting against him and her bonds.

  “Let me go, you asshole! Take your hands off of me!” she screamed.

  He didn’t respond, he simply moved from her breasts to her neck, kissing her lightly before biting down. He bit harder and harder while grinding his erection against her as she continued to struggle. Finally, the pain of it grew too much and she stopped fighting. Cole stopped biting down and instead licked the spot where his teeth left marks. Then, he kissed his way up her neck, her chin, he outlined her lips with his tongue while his hands started to pull her legs apart.

  “No, no, no, please no,” she cried, but he cut her off by covering her lips with his.

  Cole forcefully wrenched her legs apart and jammed his knee between them, keeping her from closing them again. He dipped his hand down, running his fingers against her folds and chuckled against her lips as they came away wet.

  “Well, well - look what I found,” he said, showing her his wet fingers.

  She whimpered, completely mortified, and tried to turn her head away from him, but he grabbed her chin. One hand held her firmly facing him as his other hand returned to between her legs. She cried out as he dipped his fingers between her folds and she shut her eyes against the sensation. He pinched her clit and twisted it mercilessly.

  “I said keep your eyes open.” She took in a sharp breath and her eyes flew open. “I won’t remind you again,” he growled, his eyes held hers, daring her to close them again as he ran his fingers across her clit, soothing the pain, and sparking her arousal anew.

  Without warning, he thrust a finger inside her, she gasped at the sudden intrusion. He took advantage of her open mouth and kissed her again, thrusting his tongue inside. One of his hands played with her pussy; pumping his finger in and out of her while the other tangled itself in her hair and yanked lightly, a warning against biting him. He plundered her mouth, mimicking the motions of his finger. Olivia stood up on her tiptoes, trying to get away from him, to dislodge him, but he just pressed against her and inserted another digit. His thumb went to her clit, circling it. She moaned against his lips, getting caught up in the sensation of his fingers pushing against her G - spot and his thumb teasing her sensitive numb. She could feel a tightening build inside her as he began to flick her clit. He pulled away from her lips to watch her.

  “Cum for me, Livie.” His voice was husky with desire.

  She shook her head in protest, willing herself not to, but she was already tumbling over the edge. Her orgasm hit her hard, her hips rocking against his fingers, milking them for every last sensation. She closed her eyes and let out a loud, pleasure-ridden cry.

  Cole tapped her wrist bindings and they were suddenly free from the wall. She slumped, slightly sedated by her powerful orgasm. He held her there, relishing the warmth of her post orgasm flush. It shocked him how feeling her cum on his hand and watching her face contort in pleasure had almost been enough to push him over the edge too and cum in his pants, like a teenage boy. He leaned against her, pressing her back against the wall.

  He put his lips to her ear and tsked. “You closed your eyes, you naughty little thing.”

  CHAPTER 4

  Olivia stiffened in his arms. He lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.

  “You need to be punished.”

  He spun her around and pushed her against the wall. He took the opportunity to ground his hardness against her ass.

  “Apologize for misbehaving,” he demanded.

  She shrieked, angrily trying to shake him off of her. He spanked her. His slap was firm and direct, but not his full strength. It made a loud thwap sound. She cried out, a mix of surprise and pain.

  “I said apologize to me.”

  His voice was startlingly steady as his finger outlined the red mark his handprint made. When she took too long to answer he smacked her even harder than before. She cried out again.

  “I’m sorry,” she sobbed.

  “Not good enough.” He made sure to hit her in a new spot.

  “I’m so sorry, my lord. I won’t disobey you again.”

  “That’s better. Now, thank me for making you cum.” He traced the new handprint he left on her pale skin.

  “What? I can’t,” she cried, he smacked her again and her knees buckled, he pressed his body against her tiny frame, holding her up and spanked her again. “T-thank you for making me cum, my lord,” she said between gritted teeth.

  “And did you like it?” he asked, his lips were at her ear and his hands ran down her waist.

  “No,” she spat.

  He laughed, pulling her hips back against his body and moving his hand around to her front. Cole slipped his fingers between her lips. She was still so sensitive; she shivered at his gentle touch.

  “You little liar.” He stuck his glistening fingers in her face. “Lick them clean for me.”

  She tried to turn her head away, but he grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked ruthlessly. “Do it,” he barked and she darted out her tongue, licking her own wetness from his fingers.

  “Ask me to make you cum again,” she whimpered, but didn’t speak. “Ask me or I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

  “Please, my lord. Please, make me cum again,” she choked out.

  He rubbed his erection against her. “Sorry, little Livie, not right now, your dinner’s getting cold.” He gave her a light tap on the ass. “Maybe later.”

  He nuzzled her hair a final time before stepping away from her. He turned and walked out of the room.

  “Your clothes are on the bed,” he said, not bothering to look at her.

  He’d meant to stop after she apologized, but the way she squirmed against him, the way she cried out, and hearing her resigned words sparked something in him and he pushed her farther than he intended. He wanted her lesson to remind her of her place and reinforce his control over her. He hoped her humiliation wouldn’t cause her to close down. He needed her obedient, not a broken shell of a woman. Sitting down at the table, Cole had to rearrange himself, his cock throbbed and he took a few leveling breaths. With an air of calmness and composure, he took the lids off the dinner plates one at a time.

  The smell wafted into the bedroom and made her salivate. Olivia was curled up on the bed, on the verge of tears. She was tormented by her response to his touch and the utter humiliation he’d put her through. She was terrified of being near him as he sparked a mix of emotions that made her head spin, but she was even more afraid of him throwing her aside and giving her to the men to be beaten and taken against her will. She would’ve stayed in there all night, except for her traitorous stomach was reminding her she’d skipped lunch.

  “You have to eat dinner and it’d be very unpleasant for the both of us if I had to force you.”

  Bide your time, make him happy, and always be looking for a way to escape, she thought. She slowly emerged from the bedroom in pajamas similar to the ones from the night before. Her nose practically wiggled like a rabbit as she sniffed after dinner. Pressing her body against the wall, she craned her neck trying to see the source of the delicious smell. She struggled with herself, trying to build up the nerve to step forward.

  “The cook was thrilled to hear a restaurateur was dinning with me. He says he’s prepared a special meal for someone who appreciates more than ‘mess hall food,’” he said with relief he didn’t have to drag her out of the bedroom.

  It was a challenge, but he managed to keep his eyes on the food. She was so beautiful in the simple satin pajamas and he desperately wanted to run his eyes up and down her body, but he didn’t want to scare off his skittish little captive.

  Cole lifted another lid and scrunched up his nose. “What the hell is that?”

  She took a few steps forward and looked at the plate. “It’s grilled calamari steak.” He lo
oked at her then, his eyebrow raised, she took a couple more steps forward. “Um, it’s grilled squid.” He raised his eyebrow even higher.

  She couldn’t help, but smile at his disgust. So food really is a distraction for her, he thought. He made sure to remember that. He lifted up another lid and saw her eyes twinkle at the sight of freshly made pasta. Almost unaware of herself, Olivia sat down at the table.

  “You don’t like calamari?” she asked.

  “I don’t know. I’ve never had it.” He gingerly took a fork full and chewed thoughtfully.

  He shrugged and took another bite.

  “I guess I’m just use to mess hall food,” he said.

  She smiled again then images of what he’d done to her minutes before flashed across her mind and her face went blank. He was thrilled to see her smile and when she started talking to him on her own his heart beat a little faster. So, when she shut down so quickly he was disappointed. He understood her reaction, but was still so very disappointed.

  They ate in silence for a few minutes; she was desperate to evade eye contact. Every now and then she had to shift positions to avoid the sore areas of her bottom or the awareness of her still very wet pussy. Finally, he asked her a question, the silence nearly driving him mad and the prospect of hearing her voice again thrilling him.

  “Tell me about your restaurant, what made you start it?” he asked her.

  “I… well… um,” she tried to answer, but every time she looked at him she stopped and had to start again.

  “Well, if you can’t stand looking at me yet, close your eyes and then talk.”

  She did as he told her, closed her eyes and pictured her restaurant, it calmed her. “I wanted something of my own,” she said.

  “Go on,” he prodded.

  “I wanted to be more than just a politician’s daughter. I wanted something of my own, to be someone all my own. When my mother died… Um… When my mother died I decided to move Districts, away from my father and brother’s reach. My brother tried to stop me, he called it desertion, but I needed to get away and find out what I wanted in life. I used the little bit of money my mother left me...” She opened her eyes and he was watching her.