This is the continuing story of Libby. I recommend reading the first two chapters first.
This chapter contains scenes of bondage and reluctance so if you don't like stories of that nature Don't read on.
The rest of the day passed quietly, Jonathan had explained over lunch that her 'Lessons' would remove any taboo's she had and make sure she knew as many sexual techniques as possible.
" We will explore your limits and your fears, hopefully we will find out everything that you like and don't like before..." He seamed to be toying with an idea " well we shall just have to see what happens."
He got up and made his excuses leaving Libby to wonder just what he had in store for her.
She spent the afternoon swimming in the clear blue waters that surrounded the island with Charlie.
She learnt that her new friend had been here for about two years now and that she like Libby had been taken on her way home from work.
" I was scared at first but I don't mind now, it really is like home. I never fitted in before but here I'm accepted for who I am." She explained.
"I hope I can fit in," sighed Libby "I never felt like I belonged at home but at least there I was free." tears began to fall as she poured out her heart. Half an hour later and she sat back. "I can't believe I just told you my life story!" She gave a soggy laugh.
"It sounds like you've needed to vent for a long time, I just hope I helped."
"You did sweetie, I feel freer here than I ever have before. How messed up is that?" she gave a shy giggle.
"Its not messed up at all Jonathan is a good guy, he may have a strange idea of collectables but he is kind and if you let him loving. he must see something special in you, most girls spend at least a week in the cells but you got out on your first night!" the final comment stunned Libby. What could she have that the other girls didn't.
The girls were surprised to find that the afternoon was over and the air was beginning to cool. They trudged back to their rooms wishing the sun had lasted longer.
"I'll see you at dinner," called Charlie as the girls separated to change for dinner. Half an hour later and they were disappointed to find they had been seated some distance apart. Libby was also quite worried by the close proximity of Christopher. she was sat next to the huge man and it soon became clear that he had no intention of waiting for his brothers permission. Several times she felt his hands graze her thigh and flinched, this seamed to excite him more and his laugh drowned out all other conversation. She noticed Jonathan watching his brother intensely and was relived when he moved to sit on the other side of her. Soon barley concealed threats were coming from both men and by the time dessert arrived she was convinced that they would come to blows. Christopher had obviously had enough and as soon as they had finished eating he announced loudly that he was going to bed, pulling a terrified looking redhead to her feet he marched from the room. Libby sighed with relief and suddenly exhausted she decided to go to bed and bid Jonathan and Charlie good night.
She was aware that there was someone in her room as soon as she woke, It was still dark but she could hear shallow breathing. Her stomach lurched and she prayed it was Jonathan but in her heart she already knew it was Christopher. He must have realised she was awake because he flicked on the light. Before her eyes had a chance to readjust he had locked the door and was next to the bed. In his hand was a black backpack, which he placed next to the bed. She was sat up now, eyes wide with fear, the flimsy sheet held up to try and conceal her body.
"Please, if Jonathan finds out you are here he will go mad!" she pleaded.
" Best he doesn't find out then or anything he does to me I'll do to you tenfold!" He growled.
He was on her in one move; He pinned her to the bed crushing the air from her lungs. As she opened her mouth to scream he filled it with a hard ball that pushed behind her teeth, he fastened it round her head. She could still breathe but any sounds she tried to make came only as muted grunts. She thrashed about trying to kick and punch him.
"Kick as much as you like honey it just turns me on." he laughed in her face. It dawned on Libby that he got off on hurting people, She realised then that to get him to leave her alone she would have to give up, Let herself become like a rag doll.
She tried to switch off as he lashed her wrists to the bed posts pulling them apart till she screamed in pain, tears filled her eyes as he repeated the process with her ankles tying them higher up the posts raising her hips off the bed and exposing her completely. As he rummaged in the bag again she let her mind drift back to her faerie stories letting her limbs relax as much as possible and ignoring Christopher as her began stroking her breasts with a riding crop. He became furious, aware that she was trying to deny him the pleasure of her pain, he slapped her hard across the face with his huge hand trying to break her trance. She locked eyes with him for a moment before sending herself back. She wrapped her daydream round her self like a blanket. She was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince was making love to her in the lilac blossom by a lake.