Snatched Away Ch 01

Walking back from dinner is when I start to feel the knot in my stomach coalesce. It's a feeling that I have started to become accustom with after these past few weeks here. It builds within me as we walk from the dining hall, down the main corridor, and with each turn that brings us closer to the room it twists in my gut until it's a palpable ball of anxiety, acid, and fear. We're at the door to the room. Jake opens it and I walk through, as always. Standing there in what they like to call 'my room' I know the general gist of what is to come. It's happened every night before, yet I can't calm my mind from railing against the inevitable. I hate myself for my situation and for my lack of choices and I hate everyone else with me.

Jake can see that I am in a particularly sour mood and starts to run his hands up and down the back of my neck and over my tense, bunched shoulders. To what, sooth me? His touch just enrages me further as I ponder incredulously how my captor thinks his touch in any way is going to calm me. I jerk to his touch and he sighs.

I'm clearly such a disappointment -- not that I care.

I sarcastically think.

The emotions surging through me are making me reckless -- my brain knows this -- I'm better at dealing with this 'situation' when I'm calm and removed, but the influx of hormones to my brain are taking over and cracking my hard-earned shell.

"Geo, you have to relax," he says as he comes in front to face me. Holding my arms in his hands he's trying to peer into my eyes- catch my gaze. I'm not having any of it and look away.

"Come now," he lightly tips the end of my chin up with his knuckles so I am looking at him and bows down for what is meant to be an affectionate kiss. I don't respond in kind, I don't

want

to respond in kind. So instead I do nothing and let him kiss an inanimate object. Sighing once again he says,

"I thought by now you would be more accustom to this." I am so deeply drowning in the whirlpool of myself hate, anger, and disgust I quip back before my brain can stop me.

"Oh, you thought that I would be

more

accustom to 'this' by now? What 'this'- exactly?

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accustom to being a sex slave by now?

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accustom to having all my choices stripped from me.

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accustom to you violating me?" I'm not shouting, my rage isn't like that. It's a knife's blade that is being honed to razor sharp. If all I have are words at my disposal I want to use them to cut- and cut deep.

He lets go of me and takes a step back, but I'm not looking at him. My brain has caught back up with my words and I know that I have poked a beast in the eye. Words can hurt even if your caged.

"What I

thought

you would be more accustomed to," he starts to say with a completely flat affect that immediately raises the hairs on the back of my neck, "is the idea that the more you submit to this willingly the more enjoyable it becomes for you. Every time you

choose

to be a part of this the more freedoms you gain. How have you not realized this?"

That's it! I won't have this stupid infernal conversation about 'my choices' any more. I flick my head up to stare him straight in the eyes. Steely gaze meetings steely gaze. This time I can't keep the contempt from my voice.

"I can't believe that you think I have any choice in this. A choice between submission and being forced to submit is not a choice. My choices here are the between choosing the same side of a coin and you have the toss completely rigged. And I can't believe you have lied to yourself so completely as to believe I enjoy any of this. What part of this do you think I enjoy?!" Rage is bubbling up from somewhere deep down inside of me and bursting out with every word I aim at him, yet still one bubble burst inside of my head saying

'Who's lying to who's self? Isn't there a part of you that enjoys it?"

I clamp down on my jaw, so my other self's taunts don't spring forth from my lips.

He's stepped back towards me in a flash, his chest inches from my face. I can feel the waves of anger and power radiating from his body. He's larger, stronger, and, more importantly, trained in combat - so I don't even have a chance, but I started this so I'm not going to back down. It's unreasonable, its reckless -- I don't know him, and I don't know fully what he can do -- yet somehow it makes sense in my head. I stare blankly straight ahead at his chest.

"So, you think that you don't get any enjoyment out of this?" Still that frighteningly flat voice. "You think every moment of this is meant for your torture and that none of what I do gives you pleasure?"

His rage, that is somehow being kept in check, is starting to frighten me and clear my head of my nihilistic abandonment a few moments early. I can see where these overly simplified rhetorical questions are going. I try to stammer out a response to mitigate the damage of my earlier statements -- he talks right over me.

"You don't even know how much pleasure you've had up until now." He's seething. "You think you're treated like a slave to my desires, you can't even fathom. I'll show you what being a slave to my desires is like." He's so close to me that I don't even have a second to react when he picks me up and throws me face down on the bed.

I squeak in fear and try to scramble away, but he's on me pinning me to the bed with his hand pressed firmly against my lower back and his body draped over my back and legs so I can't gain enough momentum to kick him. He perfunctorily grabs my right wrist pulling it behind me and locking a leather hand cuff on it, he deftly does the same with the other. I'm panting with panic and desperately trying to move out from under his body, but I already know that it's over. I'm handcuffed and pinned down in a locked room with him. I feel the weight of his body release its pressure on mine and he quickly flips me over on to my back and is pulling me up to standing.

"So, you think I'm torturing you?"

I don't give a response.

"Have I ever hit you? Beat you? Maimed you? Hum?"

I still don't respond.

"Answer me." He commands, and his tone leaves no room for margin.

"No." I reply.

He's moved off to the side and I can see he's grabbed something from a drawer. It gleams chrome and shiny in the light -- a large pair of sharp seamstress scissors. He approaches me with the scissors held up and I'm instantly stilled by true fear.

"Have I ever frightened you into submission before?" He asks gliding the broad side of the scissors across the length of my collar bone to snip my left side strap free from my body. The crunching of metal on fabric sends a shiver up my taunt nerves making me think of other terrible possibilities with those scissors.

"Have I ever hurt you to get my way?" Cold metal glides across my right collar bone. Snip. My right strap falls away. I'm panting now, but I'm a deer in headlights too scared to move. Too sudden of a movement, and in the wrong direction, I could be impaling myself on those sharp blades.

"Have I ever done anything but give you pleasure?" The cold edge of the scissor touches my breast bone and runs down the length of my torso in one swift movement all the way to my pelvis, cleaving my dress in two down the front. Snip. My dress falls away from my body to the floor and I'm standing in nothing but a thong. My fear has me rooted to the spot and my adrenaline has my body spasming in shivers all over. I can barely stand still. He presses the side of the scissors up against the junction where my thigh meets groin and a light sheen of sweet breaks out all over me.

"Do I scare you now?" he whispers into my ear. Snip. Snip. Both bands of my thong have been cut away, leaving me completely exposed to him and emotionally raw from pent up fear.

"Stay." He commands, although I have too little bodily control to do anything else. He goes to a drawer and pulls out a length of rope. I groan as more fear pulses through me. He winds the rope around my torso and arms completely pinning them to my side and behind me. Lastly, he goes and pulls out a small ball gag from the drawer. Once it's on me I know that I won't have any ability to get him to stop, slow down, or even voice my pain. Seeing it knocks me out of my trance.

"J-J-Jake," I stammer out of frozen lips "Please don't... I'm sorry... that's not what I meant... Please... please." Now that my fear has been voiced I'm just spouting nonsensical things over and over in hopes he won't put that in my mouth.

"Open wide." As he lifts the ball up to my mouth I clamp my teeth down and turn my head away, but he grabs my jaw and pinches my arm forcing me open my mouth. Pop- the ball is quickly in place with the straps behind my head. I'm grasping for breath and trying not to cry from sheer unadulterated panic as he stands there looking me over for the first time like a piece of meat.

"On the bed." I scuttle back and gingerly sit down on the side of the bed. He pushes me backward and then flips me over on my stomach. I go limp and don't even try to move as he positions me so that my face is buried and smashed into the sheets and my ass is high up in the air on my knees. It's a completely exposed and degrading pose and he knows it.

He slaps my ass and commands "Stay."

I'm yelling through the gag, but nothing can be heard- it's useless. Next to my face he starts placing objects. The first is a very girthy dildo made in a grotesque parody of a man's penis. Huge mushroom head, with veiny sides, and little dangly balls even attached at the bottom. As he places it next to my face, so I can see it he says, "For your pussy."

He then places another smaller dildo next to it, "For your ass."

And leaves them there for me to contemplate as he moves out of my line of sight. I can't move to see him, all I can do is stare at the dildos in front of my face, when I feel a rough swipe of his tongue all the way along my slit. I scream as the pent-up apprehension held in my muscles and the surprise pressure on my clit create an overwhelming feeling throughout my body. He does it again and drives two fingers into my displayed hole. He's fingers are thrusting into me at a harsh tempo as he roughly bits and sucks my nub of pleasure. It's far too much to go from mortal fear to extreme pressure on my most sensitive and exposed parts. It's not pleasurable and he doesn't want it to be.

I'm screaming and writhing on the mattress in an attempt to get away and relieve some of his touch. He suddenly stops and picks up the girthy dildo from next to my face. Rubbing the length of the plastic up and down my slit to coat it in my juices he presses it against my sensitive clit provoking little jumps and groans from my body. Once coated he slowly shoves it into me and I groan with the pain, and what surprisingly starts to become a growing pleasure. When it's seated in me completely he stops and picks up the smaller one. Coating it in lube he once again starts to slowly shove that into my ass. I'm feeling completely filled now that both dildos are full inside of me. He stops and walks over to the couch sheading his clothes as he goes.

Sitting naked on the couch, he commands "Come here." And as best and I can with two dildos shoved deeply within my holes and my arms bound to my body I make my way over to kneel in front of him. Kneeling between his legs starring up at him gaged and bound I now know the full extent of my helplessness.

"Now you're going to pleasure me with your mouth. Don't even think about biting, because let's stop and think for a moment shall we Geo. If you honestly manage to somehow hurt me- where will you go? You will still be bound, gagged, with two dildos shoved up you in a locked room. I there is only one way to end this, little one. So, let's be smart." He says with a smirk.

What a demeaning little pet name,

I manage to think. The displeasure of it must cross my face, because he holds up another gag -- this one however has a large metal 'o' ring in place of a ball.

"Oh, and if you refuse. I will just put this on you instead. There are no choices this time." He says and getting close to my face he asks, "Do you understand?"

I do, I most certainly do. I nod my head in acquiescence and he removes the ball gag. I click my jaw closed with the relief of being able to close it. He leans back into the couch waiting.

I still don't have my arms or hands to work with so on my knees I crawl up to the edge of the couch and lower my head towards his erect member. He's never asked me to pleasure him with my mouth before and I fear that I must make this enjoyable for him or else other consequences -- that I can't even fathom right now - might occur.

I lower and raise my head over the entire length of his shaft using the flat side of my tongue to rub the underside of his cock. I'm concentrating on making this pleasurable and trying to remember all the things I did to other men when this act was consensual. Suddenly the dildo in my pussy comes to life vibrating at a slow speed and I jump in response. Even at it's slow speed it's managing to grow a small little knot deep in my groin. Jake's hands snake up behind my head and shove me back down on to his cock.

"Sorry, little one, I didn't mean to distract you from what you were doing." It's clear I am to continue.

It's not enough vibrations to come even close to an orgasm so I continue in hopes I can ignore it. I start to concentrate more on licking and sucking his smooth mushroom head. Licking the sensitive slit and peppering wet kisses all over the top and underside. He turns up the power and now it's something I can't ignore, because it's just enough to start building on the small existing knot of pent up pleasure within me. I'm running my tongue from balls to tip over and over with just the tip of my tongue as my ragged breath starts to pant on his cock. He stops the vibrations and looks me in the eyes with one raised eye brow.

I can't escape his gaze that acknowledges my body's joy in the vibrations, so I shove my mouth down fully taking his cock into my mouth and I'm momentarily gratified to hear him groan in pleasure. My moment of power is short lived as he grabs the back of my head forcing my mouth up and down his shaft one, two, three more times before he lets me up to gulp in a breath. I settle back down to licking the underside of his cock and balls submissively.

Inside I'm completely agitated from the knot in my groin building towards my climax and the sudden removal of the pleasurable vibrations, so when he starts back up the dildo's vibrations I groan into his crotch. There's no hiding from him that this feels good as my body is starting to press back on to the dildo trying to make it do more than just buzz within me.

His head is tipped back resting on the couch with his eyes shut running his hands through my hair growling his approval and a wave of power surges through me at the thought that I can bring him so close to the brink. The non-stop vibrations are bringing me once again closer and closer to the edge and as that edge gets closer I start to enjoy sucking his cock roughly in and out of my mouth. I pick up speed and actively start using the suction of my tight lips around this member to bring him closer to climax. His hands on my head start working in tandem with my own actions and I know he's lost in the pleasure of it. I'm getting dangerously close to my own climax and I'm racing to get there before he notices and stops the delicious vibrations. My pussy is dripping from the need to cum and I can feel the waves of pleasure start to roll through my body. Soon he's pumping his seed deep down my throat - that I swallow with no objections. Panting with his cock still in my mouth I'm so close to climax that I just keep licking his cock clean of his juices when he stops the vibrations completely.

I groan into his crotch as my climax stops mid swell. The pressure built up inside of me is unbearable and I need release more than anything. Through his half open eyes, he can clearly see how uncomfortable I am, squirming in between his legs in an attempt to press my sensitive clit against anything to get off. Everything leading up to this point is now begging for a release. I want to be touched, I want to be fucked, but I have no way of communicating that to him.

He leans forward peering into my face and asks, "Is there anything you need Geo?" I'm panting and the need for release is an ache deep within me.

"Please, please Jake. I need release." I eek out in a breathy whisper.

"Would you like my help?" he suggests casually.

"Please help me." I'm not above begging at this point as long as one of these dildos starts moving again. Being so stuffed but so unfulfilled is agony.

"Say it Geo. Say what you want me to help you with." He's smiling and enjoying his too much, but I don't care I can only care about one thing right now.

I practically scream back at him, "Help me cum Jake. Oh God please let me cum."

With that he picks me up off the floor and lays me back against his body. My back is resting on his chest and my legs splayed open over his. He grabs the end of the dildo wedged deep in my soaking hole and starts pumping it in and out. I moan in pleasure arching my back away from him and into his waiting hand that cups my breast and pinches the nipple. He's kissing my neck, his hands are all over my body, and he's thrusting the dildo in and out at a rapid pace. The pent-up wave of orgasm crests and it crashes into me making me scream and my whole-body shudder. He shoves the dildo deep into me and grabs the two balls at its end. Turning on the vibrator he presses the vibrating balls up against my sensitive nub and my orgasm doubles. I'm riding a never-ending wave of pleasure that just keeps surging through my body. It's too much -- I need him to stop, but he won't let go of the vibrations on my clit nor the pinching and rolling of my nipples.

It's verging on pain when he starts the vibrations in my ass and another wave of pleasure slams into me wringing out another orgasm. I don't think I'm breathing because my vision is turning black -- it's possible that I've been screaming this whole time and didn't know it. My brain isn't part of my body any more. Soon he stops the vibrations and I slump back on to his body completely spent and loose. He lightly kisses my neck from behind as he pulls and pops out one dildo and then the next from my sensitive holes. I can't possibly move and down even care that I'm still restrained laying spread and open on top of his body.

My brain is starting to come back to my body and I belated realize that I just begging him to help me cum.

Ugg

, the deep loathing that rolls over me is nothing in comparison to the realization that it felt so good. I can't even think those thoughts -- I'm too tired to deal with their repercussions right now. I just want to lie here. The problem is, is that all my writhing in blissful pleasure on top of his body has made him rock hard once again.

"For someone who didn't want that you sure did a good job of begging for it." He whispers in my ear. I groan at his words knowing that I won't hear the end of it. I resolve that I can handle the slap to my ego. He then kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear making me groan in a totally different manner. His fingers are traveling up and down the ridges of my ribs. His gentle kisses and fine touches to my body are somehow managing to stoking a fire within me I didn't think was possible so soon. One hand makes delicate circles long my inner thighs and then moves to the other lazily. How it's possible he's building this feeling within me I have no idea.

"I know your tired, but we have this little probably you see and now I'm going to need you to help me." He licks up the back of my neck and I shudder. He helps me up and turns me around, so I am facing him, straddling him with his hard member pressed between our stomachs.