Ylee's Redemption

I hope you enjoy the story. I went with a psychological edge as the story builds that I think many people will find interesting.

~Gaggedkitty

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A tall, slender brunette just past her 19th birthday sat naked and staring at the barrel of a gun.

"Please, Sir. Don't hurt us."

"Be quiet and listen!" said the man, his face distorted behind the mask. Kylee was frightened beyond belief, her eyes shining, imploring their captor. But she grasped at his next words like a drowning woman glimpsing an island.

"Whether you two live or die depends on you."

The night had all started out with the ideal date, she and Marcus going out for dinner and a movie and then ice skating in the park. Somehow though, all of it had led to this nightmare. She remembered Marcus taking her back to her apartment. She remembered a strange smell as they entered the living room. Marcus made a comment about it and then... well, that was where things began to blur.

Back in the present, Kylee was all too aware of their captor sitting fully clothed in the chair opposite her as she sat on her boyfriend's lap facing the unknown man.

"MMMMFFFR! STP! LL...USS..GO!" Marcus growled, too angry to play things smart. He had yet to recover from the shock of waking up naked with his helpless girlfriend, tied to a chair in some unknown place. He was bound to a wicker chair, even more helpless than his girlfriend, whose wrists were tied behind her back. The young man's pectorals stood out as he strained against his bonds, but his feet were tied wide apart and his wrists were bound by ropes knotted with an expert's eye. It was hopeless.

The couple's captor was maybe 6'5, his voice almost as rough as a chainsaw, his blue-green eyes mesmerizing yet cold. He had introduced himself only as 'Kray.'

"Do you know why you're here?"

Kylee wanted to say 'Because you're a sick maniac?', then quickly thought better of it.

"No. Oh god, please just let us go! We won't tell anyone, I swear. Look, we don't want any trouble. Please!"

The man who called himself Kray wore a black vest which matched his dark camo pants and shiny black boots. He gestured with the Glock pistol, and Kylee thought she heard a tint of amusement in his voice.

"Next time when I ask a question, I expect a simple answer. No more whining, unless you want to be punished - understand?"

Kylee nodded slowly, her heart racing. The mysterious captor got up out of his chair and stalked over to her. He gently pinched her nipple, causing the barest tremor of discomfort, startling her as she shifted uneasily and groaned.

"I want a verbal answer, girl. Yes or no? And call me 'Master' while you're at it please. I think you'll find my explanation for kidnapping you quite...unsettling, and not in the way you might expect."

"Yes," Kylee whimpered. "No whining. I understand, M-master. May I please ask a question now?"

The gruff-toned man shook his head, gently cupping her chin as he stared into her innocent eyes.

"No. For now you just listen. A person's motives are complex. To you I'm probably just a 'sick freak,' a simple bad guy." He softly stroked the side of Kylee's face, then slipped his hand down to her sex, stroking her clit ever-so-deftly, inflicting just enough pressure to awaken her appalling libido.

"Aaahhhh..." She squirmed. The brunette's cheeks reddened. To have a man touch her like this while she sat on her boyfriend's lap was so humiliating! Yet her body responded in ways that were not unwelcome, not to the primal instincts now starting to fire everywhere throughout her young body. She bit her lip and tried to ignore her body's responses to the coaxing sensations as the man continued.

"The truth is not exactly so cut-and-dried," Master Kray said. "I have my own set of principles, Kylee, and I will follow them, you can be certain of that." He slid his hand up thankfully away from her slit - although part of her felt a distinct sigh of disappointment - cupping one of her supple breasts instead.

"Since I've kidnapped you and your boyfriend, I think I owe you an explanation." Kylee found curiosity vying with her fear despite herself. What in the world was this psycho talking about? She wracked her brain for any connection this man might have to her, or to her family.

"Twenty years ago your father convicted me of raping and killing a woman, a crime I was innocent of... It took them the better part of a decade to exonerate me. The lab techs made a mistake that resulted in a false DNA match. Not that your father cared, mind you. After years struggling through red tape and filing appeals, my lawyer finally got me exonerated. Eight years of my life - time I'll never get back, and I have your father to thank for it."

Kylee shivered as she realized what she was dealing with. The thought made her go cold. Could it be that her father had created a monster through his own mistakes? She remembered him feeling awful about several cases over the years. Everyone was human. Mistakes were that inevitable part of the human condition no amount of technology could eradicate. She spoke softly, looking into her captor's eyes.

"I'm sorry that happened to you...I truly am. But - "

"Silence!" He put a hand over her mouth, startling her. His gun pressed into her cheek, and she closed her eyes. Only when he had seemed to calm down and take the gun away did she dare to open them again.

"The woman I was accused of murdering was someone I loved. We had been together for 3 years. I had recently asked her to marry me and she'd said yes." Something seemed to have ignited the stranger's eyes, because they were no longer cold. They were smoldering.

"Imagine what that's like, little slut. Think for a moment." He let the silence lace the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its place between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delicious sensations that made her shiver, aroused and ashamed.

"Please..." she sighed, but her nipples were hardening and her breaths were quickening.

"Please?" the man said darkly. "Such a simple word. I asked for mercy, for compassion, when I took the stand in that courtroom. I asked for simple understanding, and do you know what your father gave me in return? Damnation." Now the man withdrew his hand and pressed the barrel of the gun between her legs. Kylee's body went cold even as the vestige of arousal somehow persisted, her pussy still warm, instinctually yearning for that hand to return despite her fear.

"Maybe I should pull the trigger right here, right now. It could be my revenge fulfilled." He let the words hang, watching her intently. She stared at the dark, lethal weapon pressed between her thighs. Then she did the one thing he had never expected. She opened her legs wider, looking sadly into his eyes.

"Do it, then. Have your revenge. I remember my father talking about your case. I remember the guilt eating away at him, but I know that doesn't fix what can't be put back together. My dad ruined your life. I get that. If this is what you need to do to move on, go ahead. Do it." Kylee mastered her fear, saying words which told a sentiment rooted in some truth, although she obviously wanted to live. In the moment of her fear, trying to save both her life and Marcus's, the innocent girl decided to at least meet this troubled, deeply disturbed man part way. She couldn't think of anything else that might help the situation, and she had to at least try.

She looked at him expectantly, saw the flare of total shock in his eyes - one of the few things his mask couldn't hide.

"You are a strange girl," Kray said finally. He slowly pulled the gun away, replacing it with his free hand, gently rubbing at her clit to create intoxicating sensations which seemed to numb her remaining fear. "Of all the things I expected to come from those pretty lips, of the ten million variations of pleas I had imagined, that was certainly not what I expected to hear," he said, watching her expressive face as she closed her eyes and shuddered, her cunt responding to the enticing caresses.

"What...what are you going to do with us?" She groaned a little as he worked her pussy more insistently, gently pumping his fingers inside her heat. Kray glanced upward, his gaze straying just above Kylee's shoulder. The girl was almost certain that their captor was looking at her boyfriend's furious face. She could feel Marcus's body rigid underneath her, whether more from anguish or fear, she couldn't say. She almost wanted to hiss at Marcus, 'You're not helping! Don't move and don't provoke him!'

Oddly enough, to Kylee their captor had started to feel a little like a wounded panther. Deadly and with motivations totally different than any sane human being's, true enough, but not without some grounding in its own type of reality. She felt a tinge of empathy, even for this disturbed man, and it made her see things in a light that few people would.

"Ah, back to the predictable," the man said, his voice sounding disappointed. "What am I going to do with you? My sexy little captive asks a good question. To be honest, the thought of torturing and murdering the daughter of the man who ruined my life - THAT was a distinct possibility."

Kray leaned over, kissing her on the lips as she opened her mouth, letting him in. She moaned as his free hand pumped harder into her cunt, his fingers slick with her gathering juices as she made herself relax and just take the sensations he gave her. She had already started to tamp down on feelings of guilt. This was Kray's show, not hers, but it was more than that. She would take the pleasure he gave her, just accept it, surrender to it. Naïve as it might have sounded to some, to Kylee's thinking human intimacy was almost always a good thing...even now. In her animal behavior class she had been studying a unique species of ape which used sex to overcome conflict - where even enemies had sex with one another to convert aggressive tendencies into something more redemptive.

Kylee knew that his words should have left her reeling, but they didn't. She detected something in his tone, and it gave her a bizarre sense of hope. [Place of Editing]

"I can't stop you. I'm yours. We're both at your mercy," the beautiful brunette said. "But I don't think you give yourself enough credit. I think what you just said can to be taken at face value. Killing us is only one 'distinct possibility.' Clearly not the only compelling one, apparently, not to you." She gave him a curious look, a challenging look, and it had the desired effect. Kray drew back, cocking his head.

His masked face seemed to distort again, as if he was frowning with furrowed brow.

"You think you're smart, little bitch. You think you can manipulate me, do you?"

"No, unless simply stating the truth can be called 'manipulation'."

This boldness in contradicting him seemed to anger Kray, but she could tell she'd struck a nerve. He growled at her. "Let's explore that line of thought further, but while we're talking I want you to mount your boyfriend's cock. You can fuck as we talk."

Kylee bit her lip, shocked at his casual suggestion. Yet she couldn't deny that her pussy felt horny thanks to his tormenting ministrations. The thought of a long, hard cock inside her definitely didn't dampen her spirits, and the idea of distracting a distraught Marcus from trying to do something stupid seemed like an added bonus. She wiggled her bound wrists, stroking her hands up and down the length of Marcus's semi-flaccid shaft. It quickly bloomed, standing upright with the speed of a rocket. The spear of flesh was aroused and all too ready for her as the sexy brunette gently squeezed the base of her boyfriend's penis.

"UHHH!!" Marcus groaned, his hips clenching up. Kylee looked down at the drop of pre-cum already pearled at the tip of Marcus's shaft. It sat there like a glistening jewel as Kylee slowly lowered her lithe figure down on top of him, her ass facing him as she impaled her moist cunt on nine pleasing inches of cock.

"Aahhhh..." she sighed, trying to keep her gaze fixed on the man who held them captive. "There. I have done as you asked, Master," she said. Her innate empathy and innocence somehow seemed to shield Kylee from thinking the worst, from imagining what else this man might do to them. Instead she reveled in the feel of Marcus's length as she moved her hips and knees, arching her body as her breasts pushed forward, moaning a little each time she bottomed out on her boyfriend's eager manhood.

Kray could not see Kylee's hands clenched on Marcus's lap, gently pushing off to give added momentum each time she sat down on the young man's cock. Her nipples were now pebbled buds, pink jewels of perfection that told of her arousal. Master Kray's gaze strayed to them, then fogged over as if he'd become lost in thought. They snapped back to the here and now just as suddenly, fully aware, and he stood up, pressing the end of the gun at an angle into Kylee's neck. Rage had possessed him now it seemed, but it reminded the clear-eyed, level-headed Kylee more of a fire's dying breath as it was about to be snuffed out.

He stared at her as she continued to bound up and down her boyfriend's penis, moaning with more feeling now. Kray glanced at their combined pubic muffs as she bottomed out on Marcus once again. As she came up off of his shaft it glistened with her juices.

"You little slut. You think that by giving me a good fuck-show with your boyfriend, that I'll let you live, is that it?"

She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to meet his as pleasure continued to mount.

"You tell me, Master. You were the one who asked for this." Had he expected her to beg not to do this? To show shame and guilt and regret?

That simply wasn't how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more 'normal' than the man who had captured them - abnormal in her own way, a very different way. Kylee couldn't bring herself to feel anything other than appreciation and gratitude to have this chance to make love to Marcus, who she cared about deeply, even if a disturbed man happened to be watching them do the act. As for the inconvenience of them both being tied up, that only seemed to add just an odd wrinkle to things.

That reasoning certainly wasn't normal by any stretch, but in the here and now it seemed to offer a strange advantage for Kylee, seeing everything through that lens. Meeting her captor's antagonism with none of her own.

"You make no sense!" the captor hissed. Kray withdrew the gun from Kylee's neck and took a step back. He just stood there, watching Kylee hump Marcus's shaft as her cunt cream continued to flow, filling the basement with her scent.

"If there is one thing I've learned, young and inexperienced as I am, it's that one person's sense is not the same as another's," she said simply. "Master."

Kray suddenly took off his mask, tossing it aside as his eyes flashed with some indiscernible emotion. Kylee studied the grizzled face. A tight scar ran down the lower half of his left cheek, and his nose looked wide and pronounced on a face that still retained a handsome quality from youth. She gasped as he put down the gun and came forward, cupping her breasts. His fingers made lazy circles around her nipples now, and he leaned down until his forehead was pressed to hers, their gazes intimately locked.

"Okay, slut. You want to know the truth?"

"Yes, Master," she said, her body singing with pleasure as she slid down Marcus's shaft, feeling every inch of him graze her tight wetness as she began to lose herself in the throes of heat. "Please... Tell me."

The muscular, middle-aged man leaned over, whispering in Kylee's ear.

"I was going to rape you in front of your boyfriend and then kill you both. But the truth is that that fantasy in my mind isn't something I can put into reality. The truth is that now, as I think more deeply about it, it's not even close to what I really need. I'm realizing that all along what I really wanted was to fling the accusation of your father's crime at you, to use your reaction as the fuel to do what I thought I had to do - to have my vengeance. Without that, I just feel..."

He was at a loss for words, his face clouded over. Kylee's slender nakedness humped faster now, squeezing the shaft between her legs as Marcus's pre-cum combined with the slickness of her cunt, the sounds of wetness and copulation filling the room.

"Go ahead, slut, come on your boyfriend's cock. Let me see it." The sad eyes of her captor briefly flared to life as he watched her slam her hips down. Marcus's cock vanished inside her damp heat, her cunt clenching as the orgasm stormed her body like an invading army. The gorgeous brunette cooed as her body shuddered, her pussy convulsively hugging Marcus's manhood as her neck snapped back, her squeal echoing in the room. Her breasts swayed and bounced as her orgasm continued for long, precious moments, until at last her shivering, naked figure stilled once again on Marcus's lap. The afterglow of pleasure shone on the girl's face.

When she opened her eyes again she saw that her captor had dropped his pants, his rigid cock now free. She licked her lips and looked down at it, her libido firing on all cylinders, her nipples hardened to painful, ecstatic points.

"I won't force you to," Kray said softly. "What if I told you I would release the two of you no matter what? What if I told you that what I really wanted all along was to have this control over you? Maybe...maybe in some way that was all the vengeance I needed," he finished with a dark, rueful chuckle. "That sounds completely crazy, doesn't it?"

Kylee shook her head, pumping her hips a little as Marcus groaned through his gag, as she teased his cunt cream-flooded cock.

"No, not completely," she offered. "Crazy to most people, probably. Not to me though." Kylee couldn't help it. She could feel the man's pain, even if the way he'd directed his anger wasn't justified, even if he really was sick in the head. She couldn't bring herself to hate for the same reasons she couldn't bring herself to truly feel shame. Instead the slender girl just looked down at the man's saluting shaft, letting her instincts retain control.

Kray's cock was thick, shorter than Marcus's. Like all male cocks when erect, Kylee saw it as beautiful. Silly as it sounded, to her a man's aroused shaft was like a masterful sculpture formed of flesh. 'Just one more sign that I'm not normal,' she thought to herself. 'Maybe in my own way I'm just as screwed up as this disturbed man.'

She shoved the insecure thought aside though, plunging her cunt down roughly onto Marcus's cock once more. She wiggled her buttocks and clenched up again around Marcus's phallus, milking his testicles towards the finish line. All of a sudden her boyfriend was frantically bucking upward in his bonds, writhing on the chair as his manhood spurted its precious warm cum deeply towards the girl's womb.

Kylee groaned as she felt his sticky-wet heat make her insides both gooey and satisfied, and she let out a contented sigh. 'Yes, baby...give me all your seed,' she thought. Maybe the orgasm would take the edge off Marcus' fear and calm him down some. That was her hope.

Now she looked up at Master Kray, who looked more forlorn than ever despite his physical control over her. Kylee staggered forward, cum dripping from her pussy as she knelt before him and slowly smothered the head of his cock with her mouth. As she stroked the length of his manhood with her mouth, her tongue cradled the underside of his cock, tenderly pressing against him. Her pumping mouth kept working even as Kray instinctually gathered her hair away from her face, helping her as she sucked his cock lovingly. After what seemed an eternity, the gorgeous girl came up off of his cock. She licked her chops, tasting the man's pre-cum.