Disclaimer* First off this is just a fantasy. A 100% work of fiction. This story includes rape, forced impregnation, easy bondage, and breeding. If you dislike any of these things, discontinue reading. This story is long but I will not apologize for it. If you want a quick fix, this is not the story to turn to.
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Chapter 1 My New Home
Walking home alone at one in the morning is not the smartest decision in the world, I know. But I have no other choice. I work the night shift at The Spirits of Newlville, the only bar within fifty miles of anywhere. I make okay money but not enough to pay a car note. I can barely make ends meet by walking everywhere. I usually ride home with another bartender, but I had to close tonight. Big mistake. My feet are killing me in these five inch monster heels. I think these Heels are trying to break my poor feet rather than the other way around. The chilly air on my bare thighs is giving me goose bumps. I hate the uniform we have to wear to work at the bar, but at least it gets me more tips.
I hear a motor coming up behind me and I move to the side of the deserted strip of road to get out of the way. The dull purr of the motor gets closer but doesn't pass me. I should have known something was wrong at that moment, but a long shift and what felt like an even longer closing made ma a little slow on the uptake I guess. I don't hear the sliding door on the van open, nor do I hear the footsteps coming up behind me. A blindfold was immediately slipped over my eyes and I hear tape tearing.
"No. Please. I prommmmmmmmmm." Tape is placed over my mouth before I can finish my sentence. The door to the van slams shut and the vehicle starts to move.
"Don't try to do anything stupid and I won't ave to restrain you." One of my kidnappers told me.
He had to have been sitting right next to me, because even though he warned me, I wanted to see where I was being taken to. Before my hands could reach my face to push the blindfold off, my hands are grabbed and pulled behind my back. I hear more tape being torn and then I feel the sticky side of the tape applied around my wrists.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I told you not to do that. Now maybe you will behave this time." The one who spoke before says to me. I just nod my head in agreement.
"Good girl. Now maybe we won't have to hurt you." The same man speaks once again. I wonder if the other one even talks.
The radio is turned on and the volume is turned up. With nothing else to do I thy to concentrate on the direction we are going. Right turn. Left turn. Left turn. Right turn. Right curve. Left turn. Curve. Curve. Left turn. Right turn. We begin to slow down and I can feel why. Gravel. Where in the hell are we? I followed the turns as closely as I could. I guess I missed a few. I didn't think there were any more gravel roads anywhere near Newlville anymore. I am so much more than lost. I have lost all bearings as to where I am. I'll never be able to get home on my own. Suddenly we stop and the van comes to a lurching halt. I fall to the floor and bang my elbows and hands against the wall of the van and my knees hit the floor. I hear the front door open, then the side door is opened. I can hear people talking, but I can't understand what is being said.
"Come on. Time to get out." This is the first time I hear the person I assume is the driver, speak. I get up and suddenly there are strong hands on my arms pulling me from the floor of the van and setting me on the ground.
"Come. Its okay." I hear a new voice. I stumble forward, trying to walk in gravel without falling is hard enough with flats on. How I was going to do so in high heels is beyond me.
"Wait. I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself. I'll carry you." the gentle voice came again. I feel strong arms wrap around me and lift me from my unsteady feet. I am carried a few yards and put into another vehicle. This one is a car from what I can tell. My shoes are stripped from my feet for the first time in over sixteen hours and the ache in my feet finally starts to subside, thankfully.
"I am going to cut the tape off of your arms. If you don't take off the blindfold or gag. Okay?" the gentle voice asks me. I nod my head not wanting to incur wrath against me from the person that is being so gentle with me.
"I have a knife to cut the tape okay? Don't be scared. I promise not to hurt you." I nod my head again, praying that he doesn't break promises like so many other men that I know. The tape starts to give way under the sharp edge of his blade. I flex my shoulders forward and my arms fall to my sides. My shoulders are stiff but unhurt mostly.
"I hope you aren't too scared. I told them to try not to scare you." I nod my head once more, not telling him that they tried to scare me on purpose.
"Okay, we will talk once we get home. I just can't trust you not to scream right now" his gentle voice sounds so off talking about screaming. The car starts forward and he lapses into comfortable silence. Slowly we gain speed and I lay my head back against the seat. There is no use trying to keep track of the turns because I have no idea where we are now. Why should I know how to get to the middle of nowhere I know.
"You can lean on my shoulder. I am sure that would be more comfortable than curled up the way you are right now. You don't have to if you don't want to of course, but the offer stands if you would like to take me up on it." I surprise myself, and him, by taking him up on his offer and I quickly fall into a dreamless sleep. I can't help it.
"Sweet one, its time to wake up. We are home." I open my eyes and I can't believe what I see. Even in the darkness the three story house stands in stark white, showing all of the beautiful windows, columns, and the balcony on the third floor.
He must have taken off my blindfold at one point. I look over and in the light of the car I see him. My captor. Tall, around 6'1'', and very handsome. He is muscular, but not overly so and well defined. With bright green eyes that draw me down a rabbit hole. He has a light stubble on his chin and it makes my mouth water. His brown hair is artfully messy and looks like he runs his fingers though it all the time. I am staring and I can't make myself stop.
He must have noticed that I was looking at him.
"Like what you see sweet one?" He asks with that gentle voice and I want to just turn into melted butter. I nod my head. My senses are assaulted with the smell of freshly cut grass and roses. I feel a light breeze and shiver against the chill of it on my skin.
"Are you cold? Let's get you inside then." he asks about me, but what about him? He walks over to me before I could nod yes and picks me up again. My arms are free this time so I wrap them around his neck as he carries me through the doorway and up three flights of stairs to the top floor.
"Welcome home lovely. Now it is time to make it into a family home." he says the first part out loud but mumbles the last. I was set down at the top of the stairway. It looks like the door opens up to the entire top floor. I walk in a little bit and see a giant four poster bed in the middle of a wall and two doors on each a side of the wide room.
"I am going to take the tape off of your mouth now okay? I will try not to hurt you." He gently pulls the tape from my mouth. He leans in slowly and kisses me, timid at first, then more passionately as I open my mouth to his tongue. My arms snake around his neck and his roam down my body to my waist. I press my body into his long, lean form and nip at his lower lip.
I notice the windows all around the room. Though they are shut and the curtains are drawn closed, I can still tell dawn is not far off of the horizon.
"What is your name?" I ask quietly, curious about my captor.
"Lets play 'Get to know me'. We'll take turns asking each other questions." He says, then answers my original question, "My name is Demetri Romacov. What is your name?"
"I am Skylar Elaine Balastro. How long will I be here?" I am nervous about the answer to this. I have rent due in a few days and I can't afford to miss any days of work. I need all of the money I can get. If I don't show up my boss will be worried... well not so much worried about me, more worried about how to fill in my spot. Not likely that he can find someone that will work as hard and as many hours as I do.
"Forever. You can go shopping and such, but this is your new home. You will sleep here every night. Do you like our room? You can change anything you want in the house and garden." he sounds hopeful in my liking of the room, and I think I pick up that he is nervous that I will like him.
"Yes, it is beautiful. More beautiful than I could ever dream of having as my own. Why am I here?" I ask hesitantly, hoping for the truth and not some bold faced lie.
"You are here because you are to be my wife, and the mother of my children. You are beautiful, smart, from what I can tell, and you are strong. Many women would be in tears right now, but here you stand, head up, not allowing a single tear to show in your eyes. I admire that spirit, that fire that you have deep in you. That fight can't be faked. How do you like me so far?" his curiosity killing the cat once again.
"Well, I think we got off to a rough start. You seem kind, passionate, smart, handsome, and above all, protective. I like protective, Even though I am in this situation, I feel safe. That I won't be harmed and anyone that tried would have hell to pay. Am I correct in that assumption?" I know that I am. I can see it in his eyes.
"Yes you are correct. I am protective of two things. Mo woman and my children. I have none of the second. I am only 24. You are now my woman so you will be treated like a queen and protected like a goddess. I swear that to you. You will always be safe with me. Nothing and no one will ever hurt you again."
No one has ever cared for me like that and it brings tears to my eyes. My captor is more protective of me that my own family ever was. That pushes me over the edge and tears begin to fall. It is sad that I can't even say my family protected me. I protected myself over the years. I learned to be tough because I had no one else to stand up for me.
"Sweet one, please don't cry. I hate it when women cry. I hate it even more to see you cry. Please stop." he is so sweet. My crying slows into mere hiccups, then to only a soft mew every now and again.
