The sound of his voice caused her to stroke faster. It was an unconscious response, by now. “Yes, Master Jason,” she whispered. He walked away, leaving her confused while she worked the juices leaking from inside.
Jason secured the small woman to the table and he opened three sets of contacts to choose the right shade. Her eyes were an indigo blue that were gorgeous against the white blonde hair. She was a wispy, fairy of a thing. She was also the great granddaughter of one of founding families of Arbor Heights.
Amy came to slowly, groaning with a throbbing headache. Her thick tongue worked at some stupid clamp in her mouth while she pulled at her bound hands. It took a long time for the drug to work its way out of her system, but Jason could see the exact moment the girl was aware of her abduction. She froze, only moving her eyes from side to side and blinking to see through the darkness.
Oh shit. Oh shit. I’ve been kidnapped. Amy had no doubt her parents would pay whatever ransom was demanded, but sometimes these guys did not care if they held up their end of the bargain. She had actually been coached on being a hostage by a former government guy a bunch of the parents hired to talk to the kids when they were younger. Rule one, is to establish a rapport and talk to them. Let them know that you’re a person. Amy pried at the ring gag again. How the fuck can I talk to them with this stupid rubber shit forcing my mouth open?
Amy was determined not to fight them. She was certain it would have to have taken more than one person to organize the abduction of someone of her importance. She waited for a light bulb hanging from the ceiling to switch on over her head, keeping her from seeing their faces in the shadows. Instead, she felt a thumb brush down her cheek, and she gasped in confusion. Her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to detect a blindfold. Her lids felt raw and her eyes did not feel right, though she could not feel anything covering them.
“Amy Thornton, from Arbor Heights Apartments, and acquired in August.”
J’s hands flew from her pussy and she gripped the bars of her cage. Her knuckles turned white and she listened to the Master’s voice from across the room. He’s taken another one. Oh my god. Is he through with me? Will he let me go? Or is he going to kill me? She quivered, and listened to Master Jason frighten his new victim.
Amy was not surprised the man knew her. Naturally, he would know a lot about her to demand ransom. She wondered if he would let her speak with her parents. What the hell will I say to them? Sorry, you were right. I should have packed up like a good little girl and gone off to school. Fuck. Suddenly, her stubborn bid for independence seemed pretty stupid.
“You are slave A. I’m sure by now you realize your sight is gone.”
Amy was silent for another moment, and then she screamed. I’m blind? I’m blind? No. God, no. Slave? Everything jumbled in her mind. From the time she was six, she had been aware of the possibility of being kidnapped for money. A slave? No. No. I’m not really blind. He’s done something to me. He’s just trying to scare me. He wouldn’t dare hurt me and risk losing the ransom. Amy began sobbing and staring wildly around the room, willing the light to show through the black, but certain the strange feeling under her lids was due to whatever solution or alteration the man had done to take her vision.
Amy felt something cold and metal slip under the straps of her tank top and scissors began slicing the thin top away. She wore no bra, but with a set of 32B’s it was hardly necessary. The chilled air of the cellar tightened her pale pink nipples into tiny puckered cones.
Jason was delighted and ran his palm over one breast. His hand easily covered an entire side and barely had to arch to cup over the flatness of her chest. By the time he cut her pajama bottoms free and plucked a few white blonde hairs that did nothing to hide her little pussy, he was throbbing with arousal. Jason would collect J to take care of him, after he had A secured in her cage.
Amy was wailing in fear and pleading as she began to understand that she really was blind and that this man might not have taken her for ransom. If that were the case, then her parents really could not help her this time. The man was holding her up and her bare feet stumbled on a cold cement floor while she shivered in fear. He pulled her down to her knees. “Crawl forward, A. There is a bowl of water in the corner.” He coaxed her into her cage with his hand spread over both cheeks of her bottom.
After locking the new slave’s cage, he walked two cells down. “J, lean forward and suck me.” Jason gripped the bars on the top of her cage while he pumped into her willing mouth.
J worked hard to lavish his cock, resting her head against the rails and tightening her own clenching fists low around the bars. He won’t. He won’t kill me. I’ll do everything he says, and he’ll keep me.
It was after six in the morning, and Jason had been up all night. Next to shooting a healthy load down his eager slave’s throat, the thing Jason needed most was sleep.
After the Master climbed the stairs, J lay curled up on her side, clenching her hands and wishing she could cover her ears. The new girl, A, had been sobbing nonstop and kicking her feet against the cage. J wished the Master would come downstairs and make her stop. He had ordered J to be still, so she knew better than to speak to the girl.
After a month in the cellar, J knew that the Master had either microphones or cameras… maybe both… watching over them. Please shut up. All that noise isn’t going to do us any good. As if the new girl could hear her thoughts, a loud bang came from beside her. J figured she had kicked at the door again. Maybe he’ll realize I’m less trouble and get rid of you instead.
Amy’s fear was mixed with anger. Irrationally, much of her anger was focused on her parents. She felt deceived. They had never warned her or prepared her for this kind of predator. For most of her life, Amy had accepted that no matter what trouble she found herself in, her father’s wallet could bail her out. She was as pissed off at him as she was at the kidnapper. It was easier to be mad at her father… she was not afraid of him.
After hours of trying to break through the lock on the door, Amy finally laid back on the mattress to think. She had no idea who her abductors were, so chances were pretty good that no one else would know, either. At four in the morning, no one would have seen them take her. Chances were slim that anyone would have noticed their vehicle.
Amy tried to think through the time she lay in the fog. She had no idea how long it had taken to get to this place. All of it was a complete blank. How long was I unconscious? Long enough for these bastards to fuck with my eyes. Amy was certain that her dad had connections with an eye doctor that could fix them. Her stubborn streak refused to accept the condition was irreversible.
There was another person in the room. Amy was positive that she had heard noises, but whoever was watching her refused to speak. An hour later, Amy drifted off to sleep after assuring herself that her father would hire an army to find her.
Later in the day, Jason sat in the chair studying his new little slave while she slept. J was silently sucking his cock, after being warned about making noise. Her hands worked frantically at her pussy while she wondered what the Master would do to A for causing such a ruckus all night long. Without sight, the women never knew when it was day or nighttime.
Jason knew exactly what his plans were for the girl. His balls tightened and a hand floated to J’s brown mop. Compared to her limited ability a few weeks ago, the girl was becoming quite talented. His shaft was lodged passed the back of her throat, and she barely gagged while her tongue slipped out to lick his balls. His fist gripped tightly and he sensed her excitement at his impending climax. With all her insecurities, the girl had been very easy to condition.
J was placed back in her cage, and Jason smiled when she knelt by the door. She was waiting and listening for him to gather the new slave. I bet he makes her try to cross the floor. Stupid girl. She doesn’t even know the layout yet.
Jason looked at the contemptuous excitement on J’s face. After only a month, he could see that his young slave was possessive and jealous of his atte
ntions. This would probably change when she realized that A’s training, would take a decidedly different path than her own.
Amy heard a clanging and she opened her eyes. It was still nighttime, and she was trying to search for her alarm clock to see if it was time to deliver the papers. She stretched, and her feet connected with bars. Everything hit her at once, and she scrambled away from the door and blinked in the direction of the sound.
“Come, A.” Over the many times he had issued that first order, only one girl had sobbed and reluctantly shuffled towards him. This one followed the majority, and Jason reached in and grabbed one small ankle.
“Astard,” Amy shrieked through the ring gag. Her other leg kicked furiously at his hand. “Astard,” she shrieked again.
J knelt in her cage, moaning as she approached climax. Her fingers were soaked and she imagined the Master’s face… although, she had never seen it… grimacing in anger. Stupid girl. She heard the smacking of the girl’s foot against the bars and the Master’s arm.
It was easy to pull the girl out of the enclosure. Jason left her sprawled on the concrete and he resumed his position in the chair. The girl raised up on her knees, shaking in anger while she searched the room. She cocked her head to the side, listening for him.
Oh, you’re a smart little thing. So much fun to break. There was no way that this girl was destined to submit to pleasure or compromise. She was definitely a pain slave. It would be the only way to break through her stubborn resolve. Jason had studied her background and he knew the girl had been raised with an unconscious notion that she was in charge of people that did not hold her social standing. She had ordered household servants since she was a child, and had managed to slough off the side work at her waitress job without even realizing it. No, you’d be difficult to break for the sole purpose of pleasuring another... but, you don’t know pain, Amy. I bet daddy never even spanked that little bottom of yours.
Amy heard confusing, gasping breaths from beside her. It was the other one… but were they part of her abduction? For some reason, Amy did not think so. Whoever they were, they also were not trying to help her. Amy listened and could not hear the man who had kidnapped her.
She slowly crawled forward on her knees, and within a few feet she felt another cage. This sent a chill through her. The panting was coming from a few feet in front of her, and it was beginning to dawn on Amy that the unusual quick breathing might be coming from another victim. Fuck. This means the guy’s done this before.
Her thoughts were confirmed when she brushed J’s cage and the girl inside gasped. J continued to ‘be still’ while the excitement of having the new slave near her caused her to lean forward. She could smell the faint flowery fragrance of perfume or soap. A snarl hissed through the bars, and J quickly drew back.
Amy heard the woman… she was certain it was a girl… making sounds like she was having sex. The other girl sniffed through the bars, and Amy was completely grossed out. The woman was smelling her while attempting to get her rocks off. Amy shuffled forward some more, away from the unpleasant inhabitant of the cage.
She stayed on her knees, memorizing things she was connecting with. There were two cages to the right of hers and a long cabinet. Amy figured that the man was watching her, and he would stop her when she neared the exit. This would still give her an indication which way to run if she got the chance.
Jason sat back in the chair, intrigued at how the girl methodically mapped the room. She was smart enough not to stand and risk tripping in the unfamiliar space. Somehow, the girl had bypassed the steps. “A little to your left,” he chuckled.
“Astard,” she screamed. Amy searched wildly through the darkness, spittle dripping from her chin.
“Come to me. Follow the sound of my voice, A. You have thirty seconds.”
“Uck ooo. Uck ooo, astard.” Amy had begun to sob out of anger, and she deliberately turned to the left, hoping the door to escape really was in that direction. She shuffled quickly on her knees, scraping them on the rough concrete. Evidence. DNA, you bastard. Bet you didn’t think of that, asshole.
“Twenty-five seconds.”
Amy bumped into the bottom step. She knew that she would have to stand to climb them and he would catch her. Amy tried to measure how steep the steps were and whether there were rails or walls to lean against and guide her.
“Twenty seconds.”
“Uck ooo,” she screamed in frustration.
“Oh, I guarantee you’ll be begging to be fucked, A,” he chuckled again. It had been a while since a girl showed such angry spirit instead of fear. “Fifteen seconds.”
Realizing she could not navigate the steps until a later chance when she had more time, Amy crawled along the wall, reaching with her hands against the surface and trying to find a weapon.
“Ten seconds.” Jason saw her approaching the strapado rigging hanging from the ceiling. He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chair and smiled at the pixie scrambling along the wall.
“Five seconds.”
“Astard,” she screamed. Amy was finally getting nervous and she wondered what he was going to do to her. Probably the same fuckin’ thing he was going to do if I crawled to him. On her next forward shuffle, she ran into his legs. She gasped and fell back onto her bottom. Before she could realign her legs to scoot backward, his hand was gripping her arm and lifting her.
“Time’s up.” Jason leaned down and whispered, “It might take a while for such a stubborn brat to follow my instructions, but I have no doubt you will be just as agreeable as J is, in a month.” Her legs pushed and kicked, but he had no problem dragging her back to the chain. Jason slipped the large hook between her wrist cuffs, latching it closed.
There was a grinding sound and Amy felt her arms being lifted high over her back. Jerking and pulling did not release them, and soon she was balancing on the balls of her feet with her hands pointing at the ceiling. She spun and twirled trying to release her strained arms, while shrieking garbled curses at her captor.
All her screaming kept her from hearing him approach. He was standing behind her and she felt his arms wrap around her slim hips. Without preliminaries or any warning, fingers spread her pussy and a frenzied vibrating bar began searching her folds for her clit. Amy screamed in indignation and tried to kick back at him.
Jason felt the thrust when he found her bead, and he held her bottom pressed against him while she lifted her feet to kick him. Slick juice was already coating his fingers and the vibrator. Pain it is, A.
Oh, shit. Amy pulled painfully on her arms while her cream began to flow. She felt her rising arousal, and her legs buckled and grew weak. Once more balanced on her toes, she began thrusting and pumping her hips to avoid the vibrating bar. If he kept up the quivering motion against her clit, she was going to go over the edge. Amy had never been one to hold herself back with her sexual responses. She shrieked at her abductor to get away, and tried to smash her bottom into his crotch.
The girl was so small that Jason had no trouble stilling her moves. Eventually, he held her tightly against him so that she could barely move her pussy away from his attentions. Jason recognized the change in her breathing, and her hips began pushing into the vibrator instead of rebelling against the sensation. Just as she began a tremulous climax, he released his hold with one arm. Her pelvis continued to thrust into the vibrator, and at the first gasp of her orgasm Jason brought a thick leather strap down across her bottom.
Amy’s gasping release turned into a shrieking wail. Her body did not know how to respond, as it kept pressing her into her climax while painful blows were being lashed across her bottom and thighs. “Eeee.” Her screams echoed through the basement. The whipping stopped as she sobbed out the remainder of her orgasm. Amy sagged in the chain until her arms felt dislocated and her hair was swaying inches from the floor. She tried to work her trembling legs beneath her again, hanging in misery and only vaguely aware of sounds coming from the other side of the room.
For a fir
st experience, the girl had done very well. Jason decided he could explore a variety of agonizing exercises for A. Meanwhile, J was stretched across the table while he held her hips and pummeled her ass in sadistically aroused excitement. J seemed just as consumed with passion, and she tried to back into his violent thrusts with her bottom.
The sound of the whipping had confused J, but she decided the new girl deserved it for not following the Master’s order. When she heard the girl making sounds of arousal, J was enraged, thinking the Master was discarding her for this disobedient slave. J was almost in tears when she heard her cage opened and Master grabbed her arm and hustled her to the table.
Jason groaned through his release while gazing at the wide red welts on Amy’s thighs and ass. She was sobbing, for the moment. Jason knew that her stubborn nature would return after the pain from the welts subsided. He leaned down and caressed J’s cheek while his cock slipped out of her ass. “You’re my pleasure slave, J,” he whispered. “You will always help ease my needs.”
J gave a small sob of relief. “Yes, Master.” Her curiosity and fear overcame her. “You’re not going to kill me now? Or get rid of me because you have A?”
“Be still, J. You know better than to speak.”
“Yes, Master.”
Amy spent hours in the horrible, straining position. She was beyond caring if she left any damn DNA on the concrete from her stubbed toes as she tried to balance a precarious perch to relieve the strain on her arms. Her head was hanging low in defeat but her eyes were dry. The full shock of her situation was beginning to dull her mind. Her dad was not going to pay the ransom to get her back. The kidnapper was not going to ask for one.
Why the hell didn’t I pay the extra twenty-five dollars a month to get a downstairs apartment near the front and the parking lights? Because, I didn’t want to put up with the noise and traffic from people running in and out of the office... and I wouldn’t put up with the safety of having a roommate, because Bubba Thompson’s belly hanging over his dick while he scratched his ass and yawned, grossed me out in the morning. Amy thought through a list of recriminations she blamed herself for in order to avoid the safer accommodations that she stubbornly refused. She even gave a short bitter laugh at the thought she had been kidnapped by the only guy in the world who did not want her family’s money.
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