Rita and Ron

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS -If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Rita and Ron

Chapter 1

When Ron first saw her, he knew she could be something special. He just happened to have a business event in Miami along with the several high-rise buildings he owned there. He had finished the day's work and was enjoying a Bourbon, watching the sunset from his penthouse apartment. He was gazing over the tops of the surrounding buildings when he spotted what looked like a kennel on the top of one of the buildings he owned.

Except that was where similarity ended, because inside the kennel was a naked gorgeous young woman. At a distance she looked very shapely, and as the sunset progressed, he realized that she was a spectacular beauty. She had long brunette hair that hung to her shapely ass. She was tied to the kennel in a way that showed she had beautiful breasts that were perfect for her body, large and full with half dollar sized areolas. Her waist was tiny and reminded him of the term wasp waist. Her hips, ass and legs were tightly muscled and perfect for her petite frame.

Despite her incredible figure, her face captured his attention and her eyes drew him in. Her face was soft and innocent with high cheek bones that set off her eyes and mouth. Her whole face assumed an air of innocence lost while waiting to be loved and cherished. As he stared at her, he wanted to know more and know why she was caged on a rooftop.

He moved over to his telescope and looked at her more closely. She was indeed a gorgeous beautiful young lady. He figured that she was in her early twenties with a slim, taut, athletic figure that seemed perfect in every way. Her body was sleek, sensual with almost no body fat, but her breasts were large, full and perfectly shaped. Her face had high cheekbones and a beautiful shape that told him she was very photogenic.

The more he ogled her the more intrigued he became. What was she doing tied in a cage on top of a roof, what was her story and why was a gorgeous woman being kept captive? Then Ron noticed that her eyes were on him and she was watching him watch her. Her eyes were golden chocolate and were softly pleading with him to take her away from this life.

*****

Life on the streets was hard and Rita had mentally prepared herself for another day of abuse. She had been passed from one harsh and violent Master to another for as long as she could remember. Now she was just a prop to be abused for the amusement of her master's crowd. As she thought about the day she had just had, she wondered if she could sink any lower than an erotic set piece.

Her life was grim on the streets with only her spectacular face and figure allowing her to survive. No one on the streets cares about a smart you are or how much love you have in your heart, only how they can use you. She had known from an early age how to use her body to survive and sometimes even thrive. However, as the years wore on it was getting more difficult to avoid street violence and her last several master's had been exceptionally harsh.

All of this started when she was a freshman in college. She had been a beauty queen in high school and every boy wanted her, but she had only been interested in men and specifically black men. She was still a virgin when she went to college and lost everything when she went to a fraternity party to see if she could find the perfect black lover.

She met some great guys was on her way to being a deflowered virgin when she was given a roofy. For the next six months she was passed around and used as a sex slave. She was kept drugged with aphrodisiacs and mind-numbing drugs. Then she was given or sold, she didn't know which, to different groups of master's and her life was a continuation of bondage, drugs and sex. The next three years she was passed around and used however her master's wanted.

She remembered how brutal they were, just before they gave her to the thugs that now owned her. They had no respect for her as a human being and just wanted to use her as a mannequin for the parties they threw. She was tied in bondage and tormented in front of crowds for the entertainment. She tried to avoid the thugs by concentrating on watching the crowd. The crowds ogling stares helped her disappear into her own fantasy world, where love and respect existed. Then her eyes met the man commanding a balcony high above the street on the building next to her, and she felt the tug in her heart.

He was a beautiful shade of chocolate, over six feet tall with brown hair and emerald, green eyes. His muscular ruggedly handsome frame and face had European features, despite his dark skin color. He was dressed stylishly like a man of power and influence and he was standing on a balcony like royalty surveying his subjects, but as he saw her his aloof persona morphed into someone interested in what his eyes beheld. His posture shifted and his body language said that he liked what he was seeing. She could tell he was very powerful and used to getting what he wanted.

Her breath caught in her lungs as her eyes were trapped by his. It was like he could see inside her, making her heart pound with hope, happiness and expectations. In the first moments their eyes connected she felt an instant desire, contentment and belonging. Never had she felt these feelings and the hopefulness in his eyes washed away her despair leaving her hardened damaged heart open to him. These new feelings scared her, hope was a frightening feeling and one she hadn't felt before. Still her eyes pleaded with him to take her away and show her the new life found in his eyes.

She closed her eyes and then opened them again making sure that the dark hunky vision dominating her heart was real... he was. He was the kind of black man that she always dreamed of. Her heart pounded in her chest as his eyes bore into her and for a moment, she forgot about being tied in the cage on top of the roof. Hope, splendor and anticipation flowed from his eyes into her heart. That was suddenly taken away with a hard slap that left her eyes out of focus and her face red and stinging.

*****

Ron knew now what he had seen. She was one of those rare natural submissives, and these assholes on the roof had latched on to that. They were taking advantage of her subservience and using her to enhance their party. As he was watching, the same man that slapped the girl reached in, snapped a leash to her collar and pulled her out of the cage. Now she was fully exposed to everyone in the crowd and Ron could hear the crowd of men laughing and prodding her defenseless body.

As he gazed upon her now revealed body, he realized he was wrong. Her breasts weren't beautiful; they were gorgeously spectacular and perfect in every way. They were large, full and defied gravity by sitting high and firm on her chest. They were seemingly begging to be caressed and loved. Her succulent breasts wobbled with the movement of men pushing her with her hard nipples pleading to be saved. All she was wearing was the dog collar around her neck. Her entire body was on display with her magnificent breasts, taut flat belly, tiny waist, tight hips and ass all exposed for the crowds viewing pleasure.

He noticed her breasts were rising and falling more rapidly, her hips were squirming and her eyes wide with excitement. As she gazed at the crowd ogling her, she inadvertently arched her back thrusting her breasts into prominence. She wanted them to look and she was getting off on being displayed. So, she was beautiful, an exhibitionist and a submissive. A rare combination, and if the circumstances were different, he would make a play for her. He had been without a sub for four years, but his last experience ripped his heart in two. It showed that he needed to be careful.

*****

She could feel his eyes on her as the thug pulled her from the cage. She knew the brutal treatment was coming. That was why she had been given by her former master to the thugs on the roof. She accepted it as her lot in life, until the stranger captured her eyes. Now she was embarrassed to be treated like a whore in front of him, but in a perverse way she hoped he liked what he saw. She couldn't even remember a time when she had anyone that cared about her and not see her as just a pretty plaything. But she loved being exposed to the crowd and feeling their eyes rake over her exposed flesh.

She felt a thrill at being exposed to him and arched her back, standing a little taller hoping he would want her. The hotness of his gaze sent shivers through her and for the first time in a long time she felt desire course through her body. She had been watching the crowd ogle her naked, flesh but now there was only one person she cared about. Everyone else faded away as she felt his eyes caressing her exposed skin with her body presented to him. She desperately wanted to give herself to him and would do anything to feel the passion conveyed in his gaze.

She turned her head defiantly and with her eyes pleading to the man on the balcony. Her eyes held the sorrow and pain in her life. She begged to be taken away, but not to be set free, she wanted him to master her.

*****

Ron felt her sensuous chocolate eyes begging him to rescue her, to take her away from all this. Her pleading eyes were melting his cold and damaged heart. Still, he would not have stepped in, until the bully asshole on the roof reached around and slapped her face so hard her head swiveled and she fell on a small table. The bully followed with more abuse as he slapped her breasts leaving a red handprint on the skin of her glorious breast. He concluded with a punch in the stomach that doubled her over as far as the table would let her. She tried to vomit, but she didn't have anything in her stomach. As her chest heaved trying to get air in her lungs, he could tell the wind had been knocked out of her.

This was a bully beating her because he could. Nothing made Ron angrier than a bully and this beautiful woman was in the hands of a sadistic thug. He could see the fear and pain in her eyes and he knew he couldn't let this continue. "Okay," He thought. "No one deserves this."

He remembered her pleading eyes and watched as they tied her arms and legs spread-eagle face up on the table. The table was so small that her head and hips hung off the edges while her arms and legs were tied to hooks on the bottom of the table< leaving her succulent torso available for all to view, ogle and molest. The crowd gathered around to touch, caress and grope her delicious figure. The men gathered around and began playing some kind of game.

They delt cards around the table and when someone won, they had their choice of what to do to the woman on the table. The table rotated like a lazy-Suzanne and the winners could abuse any of her holes using their fingers, mouth or cock. He watched in disgust as various men used her as a cum dump. He debated on whether to confront the bullies or just save the girl. They all seemed to be fairly drunk and he figured they would be easy to subdue, but he opted to save the girl. He grabbed his bag of emergency cash and began his journey to the top of the adjoining building.

While he felt as though he could take on the drunken men, he still called his security staff and had several of the beefier men meet him on top of the roof. As Ron climbed onto the roof and went over to her, he saw that she was out cold sagging against the ropes that held her to the table. She had been beaten, fucked and whipped. He guessed the whipping was done with the end of the rough hemp rope, and her fine porcelain skin was torn in several places. It sickened him to see what they had done to this seemingly innocent beauty. Even in her abused state, she was gorgeous with the potential to be really stunningly beautiful.

The man that originally put his leash on her came over to him and asked, "What the hell are you doing at our party?" At that point his security staff also appeared beside him.

Ron looked at him and was tempted to punch him but instead decided to buy her. "I'm here to buy this slave; how much do you want for her?"

The lead thug, at first looked stunned, then smiled an evil smile. Ron knew at this point they knew they had a sucker and he expected them to give me an outrageous price for the girl and they did, "She has already been used up so, Fifty thousand dollars!"

The thug smiled knowing that a black man would never have that kind of cash, but Ron had been expecting a much higher price. Ron smiled and said, "Deal!" He dug through his bag and handed over the money to the stunned thug. "Now unbind her and don't ever touch her again!"

The lead thug looked stunned at all the money in his hands and turned to have his crowd of thugs take on Ron, but then he glanced at the tough group of security men and decided to leave, there is always another day. All the other thugs followed behind him, his security people followed the thugs and soon Ron was alone with a beautiful, abused woman bound to a table. He lifted her head, trying to look into her eyes, but they were closed. He felt for a pulse on her neck and it was strong so he knew she wasn't in any mortal danger.

Even as beaten and abused as she was, she was still stunningly beautiful. He wondered how she wound up tied naked to the table on top of a roof. He moved behind her and began to untie the ropes, but the minute she felt the first one loosen she came around and started screaming.

"No. No. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't beat me anymore. Please... No more."

Ron stepped in front of her and softly spoke. "They're gone and I'm here to take care of you. Let me untie the ropes and I will take care of you."

Her eyes were lost in a fog of pain and Ron didn't think she even saw him. She was coping with the pain, not fighting it, just pushing it to the back of her mind. Ron could tell she had lots of practice compartmentalizing the pain and abuse. She seemed barely to be in her twenties and yet her face and body revealed a lifetime of abuse.

He went back behind her to untie the ropes, but he realized this would take forever so he began cutting the ropes with his pocketknife. As he cut the last rope, she lay on the table unable to stand and wondering what was next. He stood next to her face watching her eyes watch him. She didn't fight or move but waited to see what was next.

Ron softly caressed her face and she started shaking and moaning. He softly said, "I have bought you to get you away from these thugs. I will not keep you as a slave but will help you heal and when you are healed help you find a way to reach your human potential. Now please come with me. Oh, what is your name?"

She lay on the table not believing anything he said. She knew that if she believed or even hoped in what he said the eventual abuse would destroy her. She had to keep her guard in place and make sure he couldn't hurt her. Hope or faith in what he said would defeat her if she let it. She knew that he would let her down, no one was this kind and there has to be an alternative motive. She knew he wanted something from her but what. Most likely he wanted what everyone else wanted, her body. "My name is Rita."

He reached over and began to remove her from the table. Despite her fear, his touch was soft and gentle as he moved her towards the edge of the table. She tried to move with him, but her body had lost most of its energy. She felt helpless and weak, something she hated to feel. Still, she let him pull her into his arms.

As Ron picked her up and cradled her in his arms, he was disgusted by what his gender could do to such a beautiful, delicate creature. Up close she was even more beautiful and delicate than he first thought. She couldn't have been more than 5'1" and weighed more than 90 pounds. He surveyed the damage with the beginnings of bruises on her face, a cut lip and it looked like some of her beautiful hair had been ripped out. From her neck to her knees she had rope burns, cuts and welts. The ends of the rope had been used to whip her breasts, legs, butt and belly, and this had torn her soft skin.

As he surveyed the recent damage to her skin and body, he also noticed scars going back many years. He guessed she had been on the streets for at least four and most likely closer to six years. She must have used her spectacular body to survive, but it had taken a heavy toll.

He gently inspected her nether regions for signs of rape, blood, tears, cuts, swelling or even gaping in her womanly folds. He sighed gratefully when he didn't find much damage, but he had seen her being raped he just couldn't find any signs.

At that moment, he vowed vengeance on the sub-humans that did this. He toyed with the idea of taking her to the hospital, but she didn't appear to have any life-threatening injuries. Ron had been a medic in the Marines and thought she could use a little more personal care, so he took off his jacket, wrapped it around her and picked her up carefully. He began the walk to his penthouse in the building next door with his delicate package in his arms.

Fortunately, Ron was 6'2" and 210 pounds of solid muscle or else the two-block walk to his hotel would have been a problem, even with this delicate 90-pound woman. When he was almost to his building, she looked into his eyes. She decided that she needed to know more about this handsome hunk of a man. "You... You came and saved me like I prayed you would."

"Yes," he replied. "I couldn't leave you in the hands of that scum. You, my dear, deserve a much better life."

Her eyes looked at him warily as she asked, "Where are you taking me?"

He gently looked at her saying, "To my home for now."

She looked at him with her survival instincts kicking in. An innocence yet wary look appeared in her eyes as she bluntly asked, "Are you going to fuck me?"

Ron looked surprised at her candor and gently said, "No, I'm going to take care of you."

"You don't want to fuck me?" She looked surprised squirming in his arms thrusting her breasts towards his face. Life on the streets had taught her that if he didn't like her body she was in real trouble. Her body is the only thing anyone wanted and if he didn't want that, what could he possibly want with her? "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"My sweet gorgeous woman," He replied honestly, "You are one of the most beautiful women I have seen in a long time. If we ever did go to bed, we would make love and I would not use you for a quick fuck."

Her eyes looked confused and she stared into his eyes as she innocently asked, "What is the difference?" She could tell he was not from the streets and he was talking to her like he was from one of those romance novels she read.

He chuckled, "We will discuss that later." His face turned serious as he asked, "Did that scum rape you?"

"Yes, a couple of them did, but the leader told them they were allowed to do anything they wanted to me. So, they beat, whipped, licked and abused me anyway they could think of. All of them joined in hurting me, so they did rape me and beat me."

"Here we are!" Ron said as they arrived at his building, "We'll go up to my room now."

He walked through the lobby to the elevator and pushed the button for the penthouse. Her eyes were studying his face trying to figure him out, but even so she lay trustingly in his arms. Her whole demeanor was that of innocent trust and as he exited the elevator, she wrapped her arms around his neck snuggling into his shoulder. He had to juggle her in his arms to get the door unlocked, but he finally got through the door and laid her on the guest bedroom bed. As he unwrapped her from his coat he looked at the damage that scum had done to her and felt anger rise inside him again.