Indoctrination - Chapter Nine
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WARNING! This is a work of erotic BDSM FICTION. It is ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL of an EXTREME SEXUAL NATURE, including acts of abduction, exhibitionism, humiliation, and discipline. This is not for readers who are easily offended or incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction. The author does not promote such activity in real life unless it is between consenting adults and practiced safely. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give anyone the rights to post or print content without obtaining the author's permission first.
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Indoctrination
by Night Owl
(Story Content: M/f, Bondage, Non-consensual)
Chapter 9: A Fool’s Pact
At first, Amber didn’t know what to say when Shane unlocked the door and entered her cell. He quickly pulled off his t-shirt, enjoying the way her captive eyes traveled down his body. He was well-muscled due to many long hours of working out in the gym. His sandy blonde hair stood out even in the darkness of her cell. When he pulled off his jeans, Amber could already see his growing erection bulging obscenely through the tight confines of his briefs.
"Is this what you've been waiting for?" The smile he gave her was predatory and dangerous, making Amber shudder. “Don’t worry, no one knows I’m here. It’s just you and me tonight.”
Shane's mouth descended on her neck, his tongue peeking out to taste her here and there. Amber tried to twist and turn to get away, but his bulk was too much for her slight frame.
"Please," she whispered, "you can't do this. Raven will . . ."
"I can handle Raven," he broke in, "and you're in no position to tell me what to do." Shane followed the bold statement with a heavy kiss on her mouth.
It was true, Amber was completely helpless. She was bound spread-eagled to the metal frame holding a simple mattress that was a miserable excuse for her bed. She was also becoming unbearably aroused by his touches, no doubt, brought on by the long, teasing session she had with Raven and his rope play only hours before. But it was Raven she wanted, not this man, whom she grew to detest the most since her abduction.
"Now do as I say, and this will be over before you know it."
Unable to speak, she only nodded. Then he was upon her. When their bodies touched, Amber could feel his hardness under the thin, cotton wall of his briefs, and echoed it with her own moist reaction. He slathered wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and around her breasts. The air cooled her damp skin. Her nipples grew taut and erect. She felt betrayed by her own body, as it reveled in the delicious sensations that her mind still refused to accept. When his mouth found one nipple, he lapped at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Unable to control herself, Amber moaned out loud as he bit down, then drew the tip of his tongue over the captured nub. She pulled against her restraints, but the leather cuffs held firm in keeping her useless limbs splayed outward.
"Stop . . ." she choked another plea. “Stop it."
He released her quivering nipple and slowly covered her open armpits in wet, ticklish kisses. The feeling was unbearable and goose bumps broke out all over her smooth, almond skin. A silent, unseen battle raged on inside between her mind and her body, the former trying to regain control over the later. When Shane tried to kiss her again, she turned her head away in denial.
"Hmmm, hard to get," he grinned. "I like that."
Holding her chin steady, he pressed his lips hard against hers, and explored her mouth with intensity. His left hand ambled downward between her legs. Fingers the size and feel of railroad spikes started to probe the moist darkness there. The heat began to intensify between their bodies. The musky scent his cheap cologne blended with the damp, mossy smell of the room. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, her breasts smashing flat against his heavy chest. Amber reeled at the sensations. Her mind was losing the battle; held virtual hostage by the physical cravings of her own body, which now seemed to have a will of its own. Whatever fears Amber had of Raven melted away, as well as her dislike for the man lying on top of her.
"I've wanted you since that first day you walked in the front door," Shane whispered. "So don't think I'm going to be gentle with you just because this our first time."
He buried his face in her neck. Amber could feel the heat peeling off of him, mingling with her own body heat. She could smell the sweat -- his and hers, intensifying, dizzying. Shane's hands wandered from her breasts to her thighs and back again, seemingly unable to stay still. Suddenly, he swept his briefs off, then plunged into her without warning. Amber drew a breath, her stomach dropped.
Slowly, the urgent need to escape his grasp melted away completely while the pleasures of her own flesh took over -- like a warm faucet being turned on inside her and the force building behind it, undeniably, in anticipation of the delicious release that was about to follow. She pulled on the restraints again, first her arms and then her legs, this time not in protest, not to try and get free, but to take pleasure in the power of her bondage. She moaned and writhed beneath him. Her head lolled back, her eyes rolling up under closed lids. Shane picked up the tempo, his blood pumping furiously, his heart pounding. The impact of each thrust jarred her body like a rag doll. Amber was tittering on the brink. She clenched her teeth as wave after warm wave of sensations spread outward from her core to swiftly engulf her. For what seemed like an eternity she hovered on the edge. With a final thrust, Shane buried his heavy cock deep in her, and she expected him to withdraw but he only pushed harder, finally tipping her over that precipice. She cried out, both in ecstasy and frustration, as the intense orgasm gripped her, racking her helplessly bound body in jerks and spasms while the restraints held firm. Amber had never experienced anything like it before. The walls of her vagina convulsed around Shane's immense shaft, gripping it tightly until it throbbed and flooded in its own release, filling her with semen.
After several long minutes, he finally withdrew his assault and got dressed. As Amber’s mind and body returned back to earth, she realized what just occurred and felt mortified. It was then, Shane spoke up, giving her no chance for further thought or reflection.
"It's time you and I understood each other," he said. "I can make your stay here a hell of a lot easier . . . perhaps even arrange for your escape if an opportunity presents itself."
Amber only nodded and listened carefully.
"I'll be coming back for a taste every now and then," he continued, "and all you have to, is keep your mouth shut. Not that I really care if you tell anyone. I'll just deny it. Then it'll be your word against mine. And who do you think they'll believe?"
"You," she answered obediently.
"That's right. And I'd hate to see Raven mark up that pretty body of yours with his whip, so we'll just make this our little secret. Understood?"
Amber nodded.
"Smart girl."
"You said you could help me . . . escape?"
"We'll see," he pulled his shirt back over his head. "It isn't easy getting someone out of this place. There are cameras all over the house,” he pointed to the corner over her bed, “just like that one. They also have dogs on the grounds trained to chew you up little girls like you in pieces if they catch you in the woods. Not easy at all, but it's not impossible either. It’ll take time before the right opportunity comes along and then to plan for it. All this might sound like I'm bullshitting you, but the fact is, I'm the only chance you've got. I suggest you keep that in mind."
She nodded again as he loosened her bindings. Amber wouldn't have thought it possible that she could be even more repulsed by this man -- not just in how he attacked her, but in the way he was treating her now. Like everyone else at Dark Oak Manor, Shane considered her nothing more than a vessel, but his means to his own ends with her were dangerous. She also suspected the ‘carrot’ in his proposal was just a lie and that his visits to her room would most-likely bring nothing in return. He was right about one thing, though, she really had no choice in the matter.
"Now go clean yourself up."
Shane sat back on the cot and watched her as she went to the toilet. Amber wondered what would happen if Raven found out. Would she really be the one punished and not Shane? She thought of saying something to Sonia. Maybe she could talk to him, but then quickly pushed the idea aside, fearing that it would only make the situation worse. When Amber was done at the sink, she moved silently back to the bed, glancing nervously at the camera above.
"I wouldn't worry about that," Shane grinned. "I'll just switch the tape with an older one. They'll never know the difference.”
Suddenly, he pulled her close against him and, grasping her head with his powerful hands, kissed her hard on the lips. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but a demonstration of his power over her; power to do whatever he desired.
“Now lie down so I can strap you in."
After tightening the last restraint around her wrist, Shane finally moved to the door.
"Remember," he warned, "not a peep out of you."
Amber breathed a sigh of relief after he left and the lock turned behind him, but she would get very little sleep that night. She didn’t think it possible, but her ordeal at Dark Oak Manor had now taken a more desperate turn for the worse.
(continued)
WARNING! This is a work of erotic BDSM FICTION. It is ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL of an EXTREME SEXUAL NATURE, including acts of abduction, exhibitionism, humiliation, and discipline. This is not for readers who are easily offended or incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction. The author does not promote such activity in real life unless it is between consenting adults and practiced safely. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give anyone the rights to post or print content without obtaining the author's permission first.
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Indoctrination
by Night Owl
(Story Content: M/f, Bondage, Non-consensual)
Chapter 9: A Fool’s Pact
At first, Amber didn’t know what to say when Shane unlocked the door and entered her cell. He quickly pulled off his t-shirt, enjoying the way her captive eyes traveled down his body. He was well-muscled due to many long hours of working out in the gym. His sandy blonde hair stood out even in the darkness of her cell. When he pulled off his jeans, Amber could already see his growing erection bulging obscenely through the tight confines of his briefs.
"Is this what you've been waiting for?" The smile he gave her was predatory and dangerous, making Amber shudder. “Don’t worry, no one knows I’m here. It’s just you and me tonight.”
Shane's mouth descended on her neck, his tongue peeking out to taste her here and there. Amber tried to twist and turn to get away, but his bulk was too much for her slight frame.
"Please," she whispered, "you can't do this. Raven will . . ."
"I can handle Raven," he broke in, "and you're in no position to tell me what to do." Shane followed the bold statement with a heavy kiss on her mouth.
It was true, Amber was completely helpless. She was bound spread-eagled to the metal frame holding a simple mattress that was a miserable excuse for her bed. She was also becoming unbearably aroused by his touches, no doubt, brought on by the long, teasing session she had with Raven and his rope play only hours before. But it was Raven she wanted, not this man, whom she grew to detest the most since her abduction.
"Now do as I say, and this will be over before you know it."
Unable to speak, she only nodded. Then he was upon her. When their bodies touched, Amber could feel his hardness under the thin, cotton wall of his briefs, and echoed it with her own moist reaction. He slathered wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and around her breasts. The air cooled her damp skin. Her nipples grew taut and erect. She felt betrayed by her own body, as it reveled in the delicious sensations that her mind still refused to accept. When his mouth found one nipple, he lapped at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Unable to control herself, Amber moaned out loud as he bit down, then drew the tip of his tongue over the captured nub. She pulled against her restraints, but the leather cuffs held firm in keeping her useless limbs splayed outward.
"Stop . . ." she choked another plea. “Stop it."
He released her quivering nipple and slowly covered her open armpits in wet, ticklish kisses. The feeling was unbearable and goose bumps broke out all over her smooth, almond skin. A silent, unseen battle raged on inside between her mind and her body, the former trying to regain control over the later. When Shane tried to kiss her again, she turned her head away in denial.
"Hmmm, hard to get," he grinned. "I like that."
Holding her chin steady, he pressed his lips hard against hers, and explored her mouth with intensity. His left hand ambled downward between her legs. Fingers the size and feel of railroad spikes started to probe the moist darkness there. The heat began to intensify between their bodies. The musky scent his cheap cologne blended with the damp, mossy smell of the room. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, her breasts smashing flat against his heavy chest. Amber reeled at the sensations. Her mind was losing the battle; held virtual hostage by the physical cravings of her own body, which now seemed to have a will of its own. Whatever fears Amber had of Raven melted away, as well as her dislike for the man lying on top of her.
"I've wanted you since that first day you walked in the front door," Shane whispered. "So don't think I'm going to be gentle with you just because this our first time."
He buried his face in her neck. Amber could feel the heat peeling off of him, mingling with her own body heat. She could smell the sweat -- his and hers, intensifying, dizzying. Shane's hands wandered from her breasts to her thighs and back again, seemingly unable to stay still. Suddenly, he swept his briefs off, then plunged into her without warning. Amber drew a breath, her stomach dropped.
Slowly, the urgent need to escape his grasp melted away completely while the pleasures of her own flesh took over -- like a warm faucet being turned on inside her and the force building behind it, undeniably, in anticipation of the delicious release that was about to follow. She pulled on the restraints again, first her arms and then her legs, this time not in protest, not to try and get free, but to take pleasure in the power of her bondage. She moaned and writhed beneath him. Her head lolled back, her eyes rolling up under closed lids. Shane picked up the tempo, his blood pumping furiously, his heart pounding. The impact of each thrust jarred her body like a rag doll. Amber was tittering on the brink. She clenched her teeth as wave after warm wave of sensations spread outward from her core to swiftly engulf her. For what seemed like an eternity she hovered on the edge. With a final thrust, Shane buried his heavy cock deep in her, and she expected him to withdraw but he only pushed harder, finally tipping her over that precipice. She cried out, both in ecstasy and frustration, as the intense orgasm gripped her, racking her helplessly bound body in jerks and spasms while the restraints held firm. Amber had never experienced anything like it before. The walls of her vagina convulsed around Shane's immense shaft, gripping it tightly until it throbbed and flooded in its own release, filling her with semen.
After several long minutes, he finally withdrew his assault and got dressed. As Amber’s mind and body returned back to earth, she realized what just occurred and felt mortified. It was then, Shane spoke up, giving her no chance for further thought or reflection.
"It's time you and I understood each other," he said. "I can make your stay here a hell of a lot easier . . . perhaps even arrange for your escape if an opportunity presents itself."
Amber only nodded and listened carefully.
"I'll be coming back for a taste every now and then," he continued, "and all you have to, is keep your mouth shut. Not that I really care if you tell anyone. I'll just deny it. Then it'll be your word against mine. And who do you think they'll believe?"
"You," she answered obediently.
"That's right. And I'd hate to see Raven mark up that pretty body of yours with his whip, so we'll just make this our little secret. Understood?"
Amber nodded.
"Smart girl."
"You said you could help me . . . escape?"
"We'll see," he pulled his shirt back over his head. "It isn't easy getting someone out of this place. There are cameras all over the house,” he pointed to the corner over her bed, “just like that one. They also have dogs on the grounds trained to chew you up little girls like you in pieces if they catch you in the woods. Not easy at all, but it's not impossible either. It’ll take time before the right opportunity comes along and then to plan for it. All this might sound like I'm bullshitting you, but the fact is, I'm the only chance you've got. I suggest you keep that in mind."
She nodded again as he loosened her bindings. Amber wouldn't have thought it possible that she could be even more repulsed by this man -- not just in how he attacked her, but in the way he was treating her now. Like everyone else at Dark Oak Manor, Shane considered her nothing more than a vessel, but his means to his own ends with her were dangerous. She also suspected the ‘carrot’ in his proposal was just a lie and that his visits to her room would most-likely bring nothing in return. He was right about one thing, though, she really had no choice in the matter.
"Now go clean yourself up."
Shane sat back on the cot and watched her as she went to the toilet. Amber wondered what would happen if Raven found out. Would she really be the one punished and not Shane? She thought of saying something to Sonia. Maybe she could talk to him, but then quickly pushed the idea aside, fearing that it would only make the situation worse. When Amber was done at the sink, she moved silently back to the bed, glancing nervously at the camera above.
"I wouldn't worry about that," Shane grinned. "I'll just switch the tape with an older one. They'll never know the difference.”
Suddenly, he pulled her close against him and, grasping her head with his powerful hands, kissed her hard on the lips. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but a demonstration of his power over her; power to do whatever he desired.
“Now lie down so I can strap you in."
After tightening the last restraint around her wrist, Shane finally moved to the door.
"Remember," he warned, "not a peep out of you."
Amber breathed a sigh of relief after he left and the lock turned behind him, but she would get very little sleep that night. She didn’t think it possible, but her ordeal at Dark Oak Manor had now taken a more desperate turn for the worse.
(continued)
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