This is the prequel to "Perfect Picture" and will be a multi chapter story. This is a work of fiction and all characters are consenting adults over 21. I want to thank everyone for their feedback on Perfect Picture and that encouraged me to continue this story. I especially want to thank NadiaLove17 for her incredible dialog, plot and story ideas and dancing_to_gallifrey for her editing and tightening my writing they both made this a much better story.
Chapter 1
The Capture
When I saw Cindy in New Orleans, I knew she was something special. I just happened to have a business event in New Orleans a couple of days after Fat Tuesday during Marti Gras, so luckily I had come early to enjoy the festivities. I was watching the floats and staying out of the way of the bead-tossers, when I saw a pirate ship float coming down the street. At first I wasn't paying attention, but then I noticed a saucy wench tied to the mast, the centerpiece of the display. Obviously, that was the group's way of attracting attention to their float.
At a distance, the woman looked very shapely and as the float came closer, I realized that she was a rare and undiscovered stunner. She had long blonde hair that hung to her lower back. She was tied to the mast in a way that displayed her beautiful breasts which were perfect on her body; large but not too large. Her waist was tiny and reminded me of the term wasp waist. Her hips and legs were tightly muscled and complimented her petite frame.
As she came closer, her face and eyes drew me in. Her face was soft and innocent with high cheek bones that set off her eyes and mouth. Her eyes were a sparking green, but seemed lost somehow. As she got even closer, her eyes connected with mine and we held each other's eyes until some guy on the float slapped her face rudely and made her look away.
I knew what I had seen. She was one of those rare, natural submissives and those assholes on the float had latched on to that and were taking advantage of it. As I was watching the float, the same man that slapped the girl reached up and ripped open her peasant blouse and tore off her skirt. Now she was tied to the mast with tiny bits of her blouse covering her nipples, but the rest was exposed. Her breasts weren't beautiful; they were stunningly spectacular and perfect in every way. They were large, full and defied gravity by sitting high and firm, begging to be caressed and loved with hard nipples trying to push the torn blouse out of the way. The only other thing she was wearing was a thong and her entire body was on view, especially her taut belly, tiny waist, and small tight hips and ass were all exposed for everyone's viewing pleasure.
I noticed her tits were rising and falling more rapidly and her hips were squirming. She was getting turned on by being displayed. She was so beautiful, an exhibitionist and a submissive. A rare combination and if the circumstances were different, I would make a play for her. I had been without a sub for four years, but my last experience showed that I need to be careful.
She turned her head defiantly and pleaded to me with her eyes. The sorrow and pain in her life was held in her eyes and she practically begged to be set free. I felt those green orbs willing me to rescue her, to take her away from all of this, and she was already melting my heart. I still would not have done anything, except for that bully asshole on the float reached around and slapped her tits and punched her in the stomach. She doubled over as far as the ropes would let her and she tried to vomit, but she evidently didn't have anything in her stomach.
Okay, even if she isn't for me, she still doesn't deserve that sort of treatment. So I started following the float down Bourbon Street until it reached the end of the parade. I watched as the guys on the float started packing everything and they completely ignored the girl. They took off several loads of beads and a couple of coolers of beers. I heard a car start up and then they were gone. I went to the float and this stunning naked girl was tied up to the mast with coarse hemp rope wrapped tight around her entire body. As I went over to her I found that she was passed out cold, had been beaten, whipped, and cut up in several places. As a final humiliation, they piled their trash around her and smeared much of it on her naked body.
I went over to her and began to untie the ropes, but the minute the first one loosened, she came to and started screaming, "No, I'll do whatever you want. Just don't beat me anymore. Please ... No more."
I stepped in front of her and softy said, "They're gone and I'm here to take care of you. Let me untie the ropes and I promise I won't hurt you like the others did."
I realized this would take forever and began cutting the ropes with my pocket knife. As I cut the last rope, she fell forward into the trash pile, unable to stand. I ran around to her and started to roll her onto her back, but as soon as I touched her, she started shaking and moaning.
"No ... no ... no more."
When I picked her up and cradled her in my arms, I was disgusted by what the men could do to such a beautiful and delicate creature. She couldn't have been more than 5'1" and 90 pounds. Surveying the damage, I noticed that she had the beginnings of bruises on her face, a cut lip, and it looked like some of her silken hair had been ripped out too. From her neck to her knees she had rope burns and what looked like rips on her skin. The ends of the rope had been used to whip her breasts and belly and there were ugly lines across her soft skin.
Right then and there I vowed vengeance on the vile humans who did this. I took off my jacket, wrapped it around her, picked her up and cradled her in my arms as we began the walk to my hotel. Fortunately, I am a strong guy otherwise the twelve block walk to my hotel would have been a problem, even with this small, delicate woman.
When I was almost to the hotel, she started coming around. Immediately, she started thrashing around, but when she looked into my eyes she stopped and said, "You ... You came and saved me like I prayed you would."
"Yes, I couldn't leave you in the hands of that scum. You my dear deserve much better."
"Where are you taking me?"
"To my hotel for now."
"Are you going to try and fuck me?" she questioned.
"No, I'm going to take care of you."
She changed tactics, "Don't you want to fuck me? Don't you think I'm pretty?"
"My sweet gorgeous woman, you are one of the most beautiful women I have seen in a long time and if we ever did go to bed we would make love, not fuck."
"What is the difference?" She asked innocently.
"We will discuss that later. Did those scum rape you?"
"No, a couple of them tried but the leader just wanted to hurt me, so they didn't."
We arrived at the hotel and I walked up to the 2nd floor and struggled with the girl in my arms to get the door unlocked, but finally I laid her on the bed. I released her from my coat and looked at the damage done to her and got angry all over again. She looked into my eyes and I saw a deep fear across her face as she jumped to the other side of the bed and started to run. I caught her securely in my arms and asked, "What is wrong?"
"Don't hit me ... I know you're mad ... But please don't hit me."
"Oh sweet girl, I am not angry with you. I am angered at those bastards and I can't believe that they could have done this to you."
She calmed when she looked into my eyes and saw the truth there.
"You ... You won't hit me?"
"No, I'm only going to clean you up for a little while. Go lie on the bed while I go get some supplies to take care of you."
"Are you going to tie me up so I won't run away?"
"Would you like me too?
"Yes, I don't like being alone and I might run away. Just don't hurt me."
I looked into those eyes and knew the truth. She didn't trust herself and needed someone to control her. She was the ultimate natural submissive, but if she didn't find the right dominant she would be dead soon.
"Yes, my sweet girl I will tie you up. So please go lie on the bed."
As she went over to the bed and laid down on her back spread-eagle, I went over to my suitcase and pulled out a length of soft cotton rope. I sat on the bed next to her and gently grasped her left wrist and wrapped the rope around it three times, and then tied it to the bed post with a taught-line hitch. I repeated the procedure on her other wrist and both legs. Then, I went around to each line and slid the knot closer to the bed, stretching her out tightly to the bed.
"How do you feel .. Secure?"
"Yes, I will be here when you get back."
"Baby, what is your name?" I asked.
"Cindy," she replied.
I quickly went to the grocery store and pharmacy to gather antiseptic soaps, ointment creams and lotions, plus a scar reducer. I also got a supply of towels, wash cloths and razors.
When I returned to my room, she was asleep. I started a bath and dumped in a combination of skins softeners, antiseptics and other healing crystals that I had picked up. I returned to the bedroom and saw that she was awake and staring at me. I untied her, picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bath.
The whole time I was carrying her, she curled into me and stared at me. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything from you. I see a beautiful flower that has been torn and abused and I want to help fix her and see what she was meant to be. I want to see her happy, loved and cared for. I want you to see your next birthday and many more after that."
Tears welled up in her eyes and started to cascade down her pink cheeks.