The Taking of Cheryl, Book One: Cheryl Captured

by Paul Blades

  Heloise gasped again as she felt her canal fill with the tormenting instrument. It vibrated gently inside her, but the gyrations of the false prick made her squirm. Turk could see the redness of her chest increase; hear her labored breath as the implement did its job. She began panting, the breath being forced through her nose. Her thighs began to shudder and her legs to thrash. He could feel her trying to lift her body off of her hands, push her pelvis to towards the imaginary lover. Turk pulled the dildo in and out at a faster pace, rubbing against the top of her tunnel looking for that spot that would put her over the top. He apparently found it, as Heloise came with a shuddering groan, her body stiffening and then, convulsing within the limits of her bound arms and legs.

  Turk pulled the dildo back to the edge of Heloise’s cunt. He rubbed the edges of it, running the tip of the dildo over her plush and soft lower lips. She was crying, of course, but he bet she just had the biggest orgasm of her life. He decided that it was his turn.

  He rolled the girl suddenly over onto her stomach. Pulling the handcuff keys from his pocket, he first released the cuffs connecting the ankles and wrists. He then unconnected the wrist cuffs only to pull the girl back over and cuff her wrists in front. Pulling her hands down, he connected the third set of cuffs again to the wrist bracelets and then to the ones holding her ankles together. The girl was bent in two at the waist. He grabbed the throw pillow he had used to subdue the girl and jammed it in between her legs, causing her thighs to bow out slightly. He then pulled his belt off again and circled the girl’s forearms and thighs. He pulled the belt sharply tight and locked it into place.

  Heloise was now tightly pressed into a sharp “v”. She squealed as the belt was tightened, but otherwise did not resist, exhausted from her recent ordeal. Turk pushed her over on her side and positioned himself behind the young woman. Turk took in, for a moment, the soft white skin covering the two half moons of her ass. He placed his hand again on the now sloppy wet pussy between her thighs. Heloise let out a meek protest, lost behind the ball in her mouth. Turk lay down behind the girl on the rug and positioned his cock for the assault.

  Turk placed his rigid weapon at the entrance to Heloise’s pussy. He rubbed the lips gently with the end of his cock, reveling in the sensation. Then, lust taking command, he pressed inwards and sheathed himself fully in Heloise’s body. The girl let out a muffled cry. Turk’s cock was enveloped by her hot and moist portal. He stroked back and forth placing his hands on her lower back to gain leverage and to pull her towards him to meet his thrusts. As he built to his passion, he could feel the girl rising too. He was rubbing his cock against the top of her channel, the spot he had found before with the dildo. Heloise began to make little mewing sounds as she neared her point of release. Finally, Turk exploded the contents of his loins into hers. With each pulse of his prick, waves of pleasure floated through his body. The cunt he had filled began a steady series of contractions, pressing even harder around his shaft.

  Although he was spent, Heloise continued to spasm for a moment or two and then her orgasm subsided. He could feel the contractions of her pussy as they became weaker and weaker and then faded away.

  People who fuck with their clothes on look ridiculous when they finish and so Turk quickly disengaged himself and pulled up his pants. He lay on his back and let his muscles relax. “That was worth the price of admission,” he thought. He looked at his watch. 1:45 A.M. Time to get organized.

  He would let the exhausted and humiliated Heloise lay still for now. With his belt around her arms and legs and her wrists manacled to her ankles, she was going nowhere.

  The Turk waited patiently in the semi darkness for time to pass, sitting himself in one of Heloise’s overstuffed easy chairs. The room was silent except for the occasional moan from the girl. After a while, he went around the apartment and turned off all of the lights save the light from the hallway. Turk again looked at his watch. 2:10.

  Heloise was still lying on her side, sullenly staring up at him. He knew not to underestimate her and so he gave her a little kick in the ass. “Time to get ready to go, Heloise,” Turk told her. “Don’t try anything or you will suffer, believe me.”

  The girl just looked at him warily. Turk pulled out the seven inch blade he carried. “Know what I mean, Heloise?”

  She nodded, her eyes widened.

  Turk knelt down and loosened the belt around her arms and thighs and unlocked the manacle holding her wrists to her ankles. He placed the underside of the knife on the girl’s neck. “I’m going to undo your wrists and you’re going to take off your blouse. Then I’m going to put the cuffs back on, behind your back. There’s to be no trouble, got it?” She nodded again.

  Turk undid the cuffs around her wrists but he held on to one wrist and held the knife in the other. The girl shrugged her blouse off of her one shoulder. The tears were flowing again, as she realized her ordeal was to be prolonged, off site, where this man could do anything he wanted. The urge to resist welled up in her. This was probably her last chance. If she could just shove him aside she might be able to pull off the gag and yell and scream for help. But then what? He had that knife. He could kill her and run out the door. He could cut up her face like he said. She was sure that if she failed in her attempt to make enough noise to wake up the Wilkersons down stairs, there would be severe retribution, especially when they got to where they were going. So, having rejected resistance, Heloise just continued to cry.

  Meekly she presented her free hand to the man. He released the other and grabbed it. The blouse and the bra strap came down off the other arm. She was nude from the waist up. Turk ordered her to place her hands behind her back and he clicked the handcuffs back on. She was again bound and helpless. He then released her ankles and pulled off the pants and underwear.

  “I’m going to take you to the bathroom now. No trouble, ok?’ She nodded.

  She dutifully performed for Turk on the toilet and he brought her back to the living room. He pushed her gently back to the floor. The ankle cuffs went back on.

  It was now 2:30 and Turk pushed the girl over on her stomach and growled at her, “Lay still!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial and syringe. Turk leaned over the girl. “I’m going to give you a shot,” he told her. “It will put you to sleep. Don’t move or the needle might break and I’ll have to take other, more dangerous steps to keep you quiet, understand.”

  Despite her continued crying, she was able to nod her head. He jabbed the needle into her back side and shot the liquid into her. It would take about 20 minutes to take hold fully, but she would start feeling the effects within about five.

  “I’m going to lift you up and put you in a chair,” he told her. Carrying an unconscious girl was one thing, lifting her up from the floor was another. He placed her in the easy chair.

  Turk sat on the couch waiting. Slowly, Heloise’s crying abated until it was reduced to a mere whimper. He got up from the couch and knelt beside her. He rubbed his hand down her neck over her breasts and down her thighs. She was fine, all right, fine. He would give her a good working over when they got to Nora’s, that’s for sure.

  At 2:45, he saw Lenny drive by the house slowly. He flashed him once with the flashlight. He had to strain slightly to pull the unconscious girl to a standing position. He leaned over and draped her over his shoulder. He carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the fire escape. He then carried her quietly to the ground. He went back up the fire escape. He went back inside the window and locked it from the inside. He walked silently to the hallway and exited the flat, locking the door behind him. The bus driver was not due home until after 4 A.M., and so there was a good margin of error there. So far, so good.

  Turk let himself out the front door and scurried along the side of the house. The girl was, of course, still there. He waited for Lenny. He didn’t have long to wait.

  Lenny pulled up at exactly 3:01. His lights were out and he coasted to a stop without using the brakes. Lenny quietly emerged form the driver’s side and ran over
to Turk and the girl. He helped Turk lift the girl to her feet and then Turk again lifted her over his shoulder. He loped towards the van, Lenny following.

  The side of the van was already unlatched and it slid the rest of the way open quietly. The trunk was sitting against the driver’s side of the van and Lenny stepped in and opened it. He helped Turk slowly lower the girl down. Once inside, Turk again locked her ankles to her wrists. Thus folded, with her head bent over, she was a perfect fit. A blanket was thrown in over her to help muffle what limited sounds she might make if she awoke prematurely. The lid was closed and locked.

  “A nice piece,” Lenny whispered.

  “Cut the chatter and get her car out of here,” the Turk snarled back. “Nora will pay you in a few days.”

  With that, Turk ran around to the driver’s side and pulled the van away. After a few blocks he turned the lights on. When he reached a secluded spot, he stopped and, getting out, ran back around to the passenger side. He got in and rearranged some of the furniture so that the trunk was covered with a pile of chairs and boxes. He used a bungee cord to fasten them into place. He stepped out and closed the van door, locking it. He quickly crossed back in front of the van to the driver’s door, got in and drove away. Next stop, Nevada.

  ***

  The Turk’s trip across the Midwest was uneventful. He arrived at Nora’s about midnight. The whorehouse was going blazes, as it always was on a Friday night. A bit of poor planning here. But as always, Nora had the answer. There was a separate entrance to her apartment, and from there a set of stairs to the basement accessed by a thick steel door. Turk had stopped a few miles away from Nora’s and given the girl another shot. It was best that she be out for the transfer to Nora’s dungeon. It was therefore easy for Nora and Turk to carry the trunk into her apartment and the unconscious, nude body of their captive to the cells below.

  It was about 3 A.M., after he last guest of the whorehouse had left that Turk and Nora went down to the cellar to deal with Heloise. She had been left tied by her hands and feet to a cot in one of the cells. There had been only one customer for the ‘special rooms’ that night and the black haired girl Turk had fucked a few days before was lying in her bunk sobbing. Turk could see the welts and bruises on her as he passed. Each cell was lit only by a single bulb set behind a wire mesh. The light stayed on day and night since no daylight reached these rooms. The flickering bulb gave off an eerie light, casting long, dark shadows.

  Heloise was awake. She was gagged and so she had been quiet. But her eyes were like silver dollars, opened wide and bright. She eyed Nora and Turk with evident apprehension as Nora opened the cell door and the pair entered.

  “Well, well, well,” Nora said, “you’re awake. We’ve come to visit you. Been comfy?”

  The girl had no answer other than a small whine from behind her gag. Nora was dressed all in black. He skin was pale and the low light made the contrast between her body and her clothes stark. Nora also carried a 3’ long whip. Heloise noticed it right away.

  Then she saw the Turk. He was a huge, hulking presence in the small cell. She knew well that he was the one who had brought her to wherever she was. She remembered his rough treatment of her. Her body cringed as her whine turned into small sobs.

  “Now, now,” Nora said, “don’t cry, yet. We have lots to do tonight and you’ll need to save those tears for later.” She cracked the whip on the cell wall.

  The walls of the cell were concrete on three sides, so Heloise had a very limited view of her new home. She had undoubtedly heard the cries and screams of the black haired girl as she was being beaten earlier. That and the whip that Nora was flaunting before her, gave her a clear understanding of what lay in store for her.

  Heloise had been outfitted with a leather collar and bracelets around her ankles and wrists. She had been affixed to the bed, her hands above her, her ankles below. The Turk unlocked her ankles and, with minimal effort, swung Heloise’s legs off of the cot. He undid her wrists from the frame and pulled her to her feet. Her knees were weakened by fear and she slumped slightly. Nora supported the girl while Turk affixed a 2’ long chain to the bindings around her ankles.

  “Come on Heloise, we’re going to take a little walk,” Nora said tauntingly. Holding on to the girl’s arms, the two callous slavers led Heloise out of the cell. She was too frightened to resist. She half stumbled as she was led slowly down the corridor. As they passed each cell, a pair of knowing eyes peered out, their owners aware of where she was going, each one of them having taken that walk many times before.

  Heloise was led to a large room that was gaited by a heavy wooden door. The door had a small opening in it with bars so that the curious could look in. It also served to allow the screams and moans of its occupants to be heard throughout the cell block.

  Nora called this room the ‘playroom’. It housed various apparatus designed specifically to inflict or to facilitate the application of pain to a female slave. There was a wooden horse, covered by a thick pad, for the purpose of securing a female in a position convenient for the whipping of her ass and the back of her thighs. A steel frame stood near one wall with hooks at its corners so that the victim could be spread eagled for torture. There were wooden stocks, a steel topped table and even an iron maiden where a recalcitrant slave could be confined and restrained for hours while awaiting further torture.

  Tonight’s activity was to be Heloise’s first whipping, but certainly not her last. As she was led into the room and saw what it contained, Heloise tried to halt her forward progress by digging her heels into the floor. She leaned her body backwards, protesting violently. Only whines and moans escaped her gag as she was dragged the last few feet to the center of the room.

  There was a steel chain dangling from the ceiling and Turk held the girl in place while Nora clipped it to her wrists. She then went to the wall where a pulley system permitted her to pull the chain taut. Heloise was pulled just high enough so that she was balancing herself on the balls of her feet.

  This was Nora’s first opportunity to fully evaluate her new property. She stepped up to the frightened woman and appraised her with an expert’s eye. “A nice piece of flesh,” she said to Turk. “Lenny did good.”

  Nora extended her hand and caressed Heloise’s breast. It was a soft, tender touch, the touch of a woman who appreciated the softness of a beautiful woman’s body. She walked around Heloise and caressed her back down to her hips. Heloise’s eyes were darting around the room, taking in the evil instruments of torture that it contained. Nora spread the poor girl’s rear cheeks and admired the tiny, wrinkled hole that lay between. She placed a finger at its entrance and slowly wormed it inside. Heloise was mewing with discomfort and shame as her most private place was violated. Nora leaned over to the girl’s ear and asked her lowly, “My friend here says that you are a randy bitch, Heloise. But I bet you’ve never been fucked in the ass, have you?”

  Heloise didn’t deign to answer, but she did squeeze her eyes tightly closed as if she could make her prospective tormentors disappear. Tears ran down her soft, white cheeks.

  “I’m going to whip you now, Heloise.” Nora continued. “I’m going to remove your gag so that we can hear you scream. And when we’re done, you’re going to beg my large friend here to stick his cock up your ass. But not until we’re finished, so don’t waste your breath offering it until then.”

  Nora nodded to the Turk who stepped forwards and removed Heloise’s gag. She immediately commenced a stream of plaintive, pitiful entreaties..

  “Oh, please, please don’t whip me, please! I’ll do anything that you want!” the desperate girl cried. “Don’t whip me, please! I’ll fuck you, I’ll lick you, I’ll do anything, please!”

  “Yes, you’ll do anything,” Nora responded. “But first you’re going to be whipped.”

  “Oh why, why are you doing this?” Heloise asked desperately. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I haven’t done anything! Please, oh, please!”

  The girl was wracked with terror. Her face was contorted; tears were flowing down her face.
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  “Why, Heloise?” Nora answered. “Well, tonight it’s to teach you to be a good girl and obey. Tomorrow will be just for fun.”

  Nora reached back and swung the short whip forwards. As it reached the prisoner’s flesh, she gave it a jerk, and it snapped loudly as it scoured the poor woman’s skin. “Crack!”

  Heloise screamed as she registered the pain of the contact of the whip with the flesh of her ass. She screamed again, louder, when the second blow fell. “Crack!” A torrent of urine descended her legs as the shock of her brutal mistreatment and the extreme heightening of her fear superseded her control.

  Nora laughed as she witnessed Heloise’s self abasement. “You’ll have to clean that up later, Heloise. After we’re done fucking you.” She reared her right arm back again and another blow fell on Heloise’s ass. Bright red marks denoted the landing site of the whip. Heloise began to resume her frantic pleading, intermingled with her cries of pain.

  “Oh, my God, it hurts, it hurts! Please stop! Ahhhhhhhhhhrgh!”

  Nora did not pause until there were ten angry red wounds on Heloise’s ass. They dotted her rear cheeks like craters on a lunar landscape. Two of the welts leaked small droplets of blood.

  Nora now crossed to the front of the helpless female. Turk had been watching with anxious pleasure. His cock was rock hard in his pants. Ass fucking this bitch was going to be a supremely exhilarating experience. He rubbed his cock in anticipation.

  Heloise’s head hung down as she continued to moan and cry. She believed that it was over. She was ready to beg to be ass fucked. She would have given up her eldest child, if she had any, to deflect the punishing blows from her body. Spreading her ass cheeks for these cruel people would be easy.

  Nora called out to the stupefied girl. “Heloise, look up.” The girl looked up sullenly. Seeing Nora standing before her, whip in hand, she realized that there was more suffering to come.

  “No,ooooooooo!” the girl cried. “Please no more, please!”