by S. J. Lewis
The Female shivered. “You’re sure no one can see in?” her voice quavered.
“Yes. Be quiet.” His other hand went for her other breast. His thumbs circled her nipples slowly and she shivered again, moaning as she arched her back. She pulled her arms free of the coat sleeves and tried to put her arms around him.
“No,” he said, pushing them away. She looked puzzled. He took out the wide plastic wrist restraint and held it up for her to see.
“Turn around,” he said, “your hands behind you.”
She hesitated, looking from him to the restraint and back again. Then she turned and put her hands behind her, crossing her wrists for him. He didn’t make the restraint as tight as he could have, but he made sure that she couldn’t free herself. He slid his hands under her arms, reaching around to fondle her breasts again. Her nipples were hard, but it wasn’t from the cold, since the limo was almost uncomfortably warm. She leaned back against him, moaning faintly, while he rested his chin on her smooth, bare shoulder, inhaling her scent. He could see that her face was relaxed and her eyes were closed. He squeezed her breasts gently, finding the flesh warm and wonderfully soft. He squeezed a little harder and she moaned again, more loudly. Her head lolled back and her mouth sagged open.
He pulled his hands back and put an arm around her neck, while his other hand slid across her belly and down between her legs, combing through the curly little hairs. She gasped with a violent shudder, as he ran a finger slowly up and down the crease between her nether lips. Then she moaned when he slid a finger inside of her. She was wet already.
He withdrew the finger and held it up to his nose, inhaling. He’d done this many times before, but the scent of The Female brought on that familiar drunken feeling again. He held the finger to her nose briefly. She shook her head slowly. He didn’t think that it meant ‘no’, because she kept moaning weakly.
His hand slid back between her legs. His fingers began caressing, massaging, probing. She spread her long legs wider for him. Her head was tilted back even further, her eyes shut, her mouth open. Between her moans, she was panting for breath. The back seat of the limo was full of her musk now. With his finger found the fleshy nubbin of her clitoris, she clenched her teeth and groaned, her lips drawing back.
“Where we are going,” he whispered in her ear, “other men will see you. Other men will want you. But they cannot have you because you’re mine.”
“Yesssss…” she hissed through her teeth. He couldn’t tell if she was agreeing or just reacting to what he was doing. It didn’t matter.
His fingers kept working, getting her wetter and more aroused. Her nipples were swollen, and as he softly pinched one, she bucked back against him. She was making many kinds of noises now: Moans, groans, hisses, grunts and whimpers. She shuddered and shivered in his grip, thrusting her hips up to meet his invading hand and grinding herself against it.
“AH!” Her whole body shook violently. “Ahhhhh….yesssssssssssss!” He kept rubbing and teasing until he could feel the muscles of her thighs tightening and she planted her feet firmly against the far door.
“Ah…ah…ah…” she gasped, panting as her climax began to build. Her skin felt warm, becoming hot against his hands. His fingers kept working, bringing her closer and closer – he’s had years of experience bringing women to orgasm.
Then she came. Her back arched, her head bent back at an almost impossible angle. Her body spasmed, lifting her up off of the seat and shoving him hard up against the door. Her strength surprised him. He could feel her quivering and shaking as he kept to his work and made her come again and again. She was shrieking with pleasure and it was all he could do to hold her in place. When her moans began to sound like sobs, he knew she was near her limit. He withdrew his hand and moved her so that she sitting up again, facing him. Her eyes were sleepy and vacant, but she responded quickly to his kiss. He made it a brief one. She was breathing heavily, and smiling weakly.
It was time for the next step. He took a length of black cloth from his coat pocket and used it to blindfold her. She didn’t resist. She didn’t seem to have the strength to, even if she wanted to.
They should be arriving at the office soon. In the meantime, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. He made her bend forward first and checked to see if her hands were still secured. They were, and she didn’t seem to have any problems with her circulation. Then he pushed her back upright and began running his hands over every part of her that he could reach: thighs, hips, belly, shoulders, neck…but returning, over and over again, to those spectacular breasts. He was just thinking about laying her across his lap and exploring her ass when he was interrupted.
“We have arrived, sir,” Lisa’s voice came from an intercom speaker somewhere behind him.
“Good,” he answered. “Drive on in.”
“Very well, sir.”
The limo came to a stop. He had his arm around The Female’s shoulders, and he felt her stiffen up a little. After a moment, they began to roll forward again, slowly. The limo stopped again. After another moment, Lisa was back on the intercom.
“We are inside. Doors closed, all secure.”
Ron opened his door and stepped out. He hadn’t seen this room before. It was wide enough for two cars, and just barely long enough for the limo to fit inside. The rear bumper was mere inches from the rollup metal door. On the opposite wall was another rollup metal door, not quite wide enough for a car. He heard a low rumble and saw that door beginning to rise.
He reached back into the limo and took The Female by her arm. She didn’t resist, but she made a small cry of dismay when her bare feet touched the cement floor.
“It’s cold!” she exclaimed. She shivered. Well, it was cold in the garage.
“Quiet.” Ron slapped her ass, not too hard. She flinched and whimpered. “This way,” he told her. “It gets warmer.” He kept his grip on her arm and guided her towards the door where a gust of warm air met them. The Female, still blindfolded, kept close to him, stepping along carefully.
Two men were in the next room. Ron saw their eyes bulge and their jaws drop as he entered, shepherding his prize along. Still blindfolded, she had no idea that anyone else was there until one of the men recovered himself enough to speak.
“Where are you going, sir?” the man asked. His eyes were still fixed on The Female. She gasped and shrank up against Ron.
“Other men will see you,” Ron said quietly into her ear. “Other men will want you. Bug only I will have you. Stand up straight.” She obeyed with a tiny whimper. He turned back to the men.
“The slave pens,” he said. He held up two fingers to indicate that he meant the ones on the second floor. He’d had Lisa set everything up ahead of time, so the men should already know where he was going, but it never hurt to be sure.
“This way, sir,” the man grinned and winked. The Female had whimpered again when she’d heard him say ‘slave pens’, but she stood still and erect until he urged her along. She looked magnificent like that. He noticed how her breasts bobbed and swayed slowly as she walked.
He guided her carefully up the stairs to the second floor where the man opened the door for them and stepped aside. He winked at Ron again as he walked by with The Female. Before he shut the door behind them, he took a long, lingering look at The Female’s ass.
The second floor wasn’t as much of a maze as it had appeared to him originally. It helped that Lisa had gotten a simplified set of the floor plans for him to study. As they passed another one of those metal doors, they could hear the cries of a woman either in torment or in the throes of orgasm. The Female moved closer to him. He felt her shudder and wondered what she was thinking and feeling now.
They passed another door, and heard different sounds: Loud smacks, followed immediately by a woman’s muffled grunts. The Female kept as close to him as she could.
They arrived at the second-floor slave pens. Ron opened the door and ushered his prize in. Her cage was already picked out. It was in a co
rner, as far away from the entrance as possible. Rather than bring her directly to it, though, Ron made a small production of calling out for whoever was in charge of the place that night. He had to raise his voice, because in one of the other cells a woman was being trained. He could see her, or at least part of her, kneeling on a mat in front of a man in jeans who had his back to the barred door of her cell. She was whining and complaining, and it sounded as if her mouth was full. The Female could hear it too. Her head turned in that direction, even though she couldn’t see anything through the blindfold.
“Yes, sir,” Hines came bustling out of the small office, grinning hugely. He gave Ron a big thumbs-up sign. “What can we do for you?” His gaze fell on The Female, naked, bound and blindfolded. Ron gave him a moment to indulge himself.
“I want a cell,” Ron said.
“Certainly, sir,” Hines nodded. “This way.”
Ron inspected the cell before he brought The Female in. He left her standing just outside. Hines stayed nearby, very quietly walking around her, drinking her in with his eyes. She seemed to sense his attention, and reacted nervously.
The cell had everything he’d asked for: The same thin mat for sitting or sleeping on as all the other cells, a threadbare sheet and a one-quart plastic squeeze bottle of water. There was a small wooden box in the corner. It held a wide black leather bondage collar, ropes, a black ball gag and all the other items he’d requested. Satisfied, he led The Female into her cell and let her stand on the mat.
“Where are we?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Be quiet!” Ron snapped. “Your training starts now.”
She whimpered, but stood still as he put the bondage collar on her and buckled it snugly in place. She whimpered again when he made her kneel on the mat. She could still hear the complaints of the other woman being trained, and she probably thought he was going to make her suck his cock too. Instead, he pushed her over so that she was lying facedown.
“Get your ass up,” he ordered. When she didn’t move quickly enough, he gave her rump a hard swat. She yelped. Whimpering, she obeyed him. He gripped her by her hips and hauled upwards until she was on her knees, her face still on the mat. She looked very appealing that way. He moved closer behind her, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He was already rock-hard. He made her spread her legs for him, then reached between them with his hand. She was already wet.
“Brace yourself,” he told her. She whimpered. Her bound hands clenched tightly into fists. He used his hand to guide his cock into her. He slowly thrust himself all the way in, savoring the moment. He gave her gorgeous ass a swat, making her flinch and yelp. Then he gripped her by her hips again and slowly withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside her pussy. He dug his fingers into her flesh and rammed himself in, up to his balls. She yowled, drowning out the sounds of the woman in the other cage. She spread her knees wider and arched her back just before he slammed into her again. She was a big girl. Most women he used this way tended to slide forward and away from him unless he kept a good grip on them. She was managing to stay more or less in place. He rammed into her again, driving a deep grunt out of her. Again. Another grunt.
The past few days had drained him more than he’d expected. As he kept pounding away, she grunted and moaned with each hard stroke, pushing back into him as best she could. She brought her knees forward to give herself better leverage.
He slapped her ass again, more out of frustration than anything else. His release was a long time coming. She jerked and yelped, breaking the rhythm of her grunts. He slapped the other cheek just as hard, and was astonished when he felt her body and her pussy quivering all around his cock. She opened her mouth and shrieked as she came. He could feel his own orgasm building now. He redoubled his efforts and when he came, he made no attempt to stifle his groans. He held her tightly against him as he emptied himself into her.
***
“I’d ask you how it was, but I think everybody here already knows,” Hines grinned. The Female lay quietly on the mat, spent. Her hands were freed now, but she still wore the collar and blindfold. Ron looked around. Besides the woman who had been getting training in oral technique…her lesson seemed to be over for now…there were four more captives in the cells here. All of them were staring at him.
“I guess you’re right,” Ron admitted. “Look, I’m going to go get something to eat and rest up a bit. I’ll be back later.”
“Okay,” Hines nodded. “Any special instructions, aside from nobody else touches her?” He nodded towards The Female.
“No,” Ron shook his head. “Let her rest.”
Chapter Eleven
“Mr. Smith? Mr. Smith, wake up.”
Ron awoke from his dream with a jerk. Someone was shaking his arm gently.
“What?” he yawned. “What is it?” He blinked his eyes and looked up. Lisa was bending over him.
“You’ve been asleep for two hours,” she said. “You asked to be woken up?”
“Oh,” Ron yawned again. “Yeah, I did. Thanks.” The cot he was lying on was only marginally less uncomfortable than the couch in his apartment. He swung his legs out over the side and sat up. “How is she?” he asked.
“Sleeping, I’m told,” Lisa shrugged, then smiled. “You must’ve worn her out. You want some coffee?”
“Yeah, thanks,” Ron mumbled. Lisa scurried off to get some caffeine while he stretched and yawned again. He stood up. He felt like he needed another ten hours of sleep. He tried to recall the dream Lisa had interrupted. It had been extremely vivid, but even now it was fading away. All he could remember of it was The Female’s face, eyes shut tight, mouth gaping wide as she came. He stretched again and started walking around to get his blood flowing and work the kinks out of his muscles.
It was dim and quiet in the room. He didn’t remember which floor it was on, but it was laid out something like a barracks. There were ten cots, five each along opposite walls. He could see sleeping men on two of the cots. It was a place to catch a nap, and little more than that.
Lisa returned with a mug of hot coffee, which he accepted it gratefully, then he sank down on one of the folding chairs that were positioned between the cots. Lisa sat down on one of the cots.
“Tired?” she asked.
“A little,” he lied. “I’ll be all right in a minute.” The coffee was hot. He gulped it down anyway.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” Lisa asked timidly.
“Maybe.” He took another gulp of coffee. “Give me a minute. I’m thinking.”
“All right. Are you hungry at all?”
“No,” Ron shook his head. “I had the meatloaf in the cafeteria before I sacked out. I’m good. Just let me think.”
“Okay,” Lisa agreed. “I’ll go get myself some tea.”
He watched her leave. She’d changed out of her uniform and now wore jeans, an oversized light blue shirt and running shoes. She did fill the jeans out nicely. He took another swallow of coffee and turned his thoughts back to The Female.
This was getting difficult. He was only one man, and as aroused as he got when he was close to her, he had his limits. They were physical limits, and not something he could get around. He’d been right about what she was looking for: Her outlaw. That was gratifying. Now he had to figure out how far and how hard he could push her limits. So far, she hadn’t fought or objected to anything he’d done. Being displayed naked in front of other men seemed to excite her. Of course, she had a body that any man would want and any woman would envy. Being fucked while others could hear her seemed to excite her as well. He wouldn’t have bet on either of those things happening based on the limited experience she’d claimed on the tapes. Maybe she had a lot of repressed fantasies that she’d never admitted to. Maybe he was introducing her to new things and she found them every bit as exciting as her fantasies. He wished he could just sit down and talk to her about it, but that was out of the question. It would kill the mood and the mystery he�
��d worked so hard to create. All he really could do was push the captor/captive master/slave game. He wondered how far she would go. He’d told her that once she came with him there was no getting out until he was done. In fact, if she made a big enough scene, she would be set free. It was standard policy, even if no one ever admitted it to the clients. His ambitions went beyond keeping her from backing out, though. He wanted to run her through everything he could think of, and leave her wanting even more. He didn’t know for sure if he could do it, but he was certainly going to try.
He drank the last of the coffee and leaned back in the chair. This was one of the rare times he wished he hadn’t quit smoking years ago. A cigarette right now would help him to relax, make it easier for him to think. He tried to plan his next move. Instead, his thoughts kept wandering back to The Female…and why did he keep thinking of her as ‘The Female’? Wouldn’t ‘The Woman’ fit just as well?
No…it wouldn’t. There was no doubt that she was a woman. He’d seen plenty of naked women over the years, but The Female’s long, strong, shapely legs, her abundance of breasts and hips, the concavity of her waist, her rippling mane of hair, and especially those lively brown eyes affected him on a deeper level than he’d experienced in a long, long time. The sight, the scent and the feel of her went straight to some very ancient and primitive part of his brain, bypassing everything else on the way. She was The Female.
He stood up and stretched again. If she was sleeping, it was time to wake her and get on with the next part of her training. Better yet, he’d thought of a way that Lisa could help. She’d offered to, hadn’t she? But first, he needed a cold shower and a change of clothes. The suit would be out of place for all the things that came next. Jeans and a t-shirt would be better.
***
“Wake up,” he shook The Female’s shoulder roughly. She stirred, making a noise of complaint.