I have written a few stories which I've posted like this one under the name Noble Riven and they have been generally well received - although I have not posted for over a year. By in large my stories are quite long and I spend a lot of time setting up the story and probably not too much on the sex. I perceive this as a problem on what is basically a sex site (is that fair comment on Literotica?) so I've decided to put together a short sharp piece of BDSM with minimal reading to get to punishment and sex ASAP. This is that piece and although it is fairly short by my standards be assured there is a prequel in my head (I have a full explanation of the stories setting) and several sequels if required. If anyone likes what they have read and let's me know their preference re before or after stories, I'll put on paper their requests.
Regards
Noble Riven
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She stood in the centre of the room ankles shackled to rings in the floor spreading her legs widely but not uncomfortably. Likewise her hands were bound together and raised by chain vertically above her head, firmly yes, but not an uncomfortable stretch. He walked around her once and admired her body. Tall for a woman at five ten and well toned and curvaceous. Her long auburn hair was tied in a knot atop her head and this was the only hair in evidence, the rest of her body smooth and tanned. He was well aware that the tan was faked but that did not detract from the effect of the golden glow of her skin.
In the six weeks of her captivity she had been depilated, exercised, given her tan and generally cared for and prepared just for today. He would have used some hackneyed phrase like 'the first day of her training' or her 'submission' if he didn't know in his heart that this was something very different. There was no requirement for submission or co-operation from this girl. No aim or intended outcome that would lead to a bond or, heaven forbid, a relationship. He felt nothing for the girl other than lust and made himself see her as an object rather than a person... and that was the point.
Today he was going to slate his sexual appetites using a virtual stranger. Unfortunately for her his sexual appetites were quite jaded and his solution to stir new interest quite extreme. She looked at him, anger obvious in her vivid jade eyes. It was her eyes as much as her body that had attracted him, that had made her the choice for abduction. As was the arrangement with the others he himself did not take her or prepare her. He had merely indicated his choice, and a background check had been made to ensure she had no connections that would bring her more scrutiny than any other missing twenty year old. Then one or more of the others had snatched her up, transported her to the farm and overseen her preparation according to his taste. This was the first time he had seen her since he had indicated his choice to a colleague as she entered her car at the shopping complex.
He knew that she had been reported missing a few days after that and he had learned her name and circumstances via the newspapers, but he was amazed how all mention of her had ceased within a few weeks. Murdered? Run away? Kidnapped? No-one knew of course and with no evidence of her where a bouts or even her last movements there soon became little to write about and she disappeared in print as she had in life.
Of course this was what the group relied on. Some members experience as police officers gave them both insight into the post kidnap process as well as the ability to make a person disappear easily in the first place. Other group members had money and / or power and others organizational ability or just plain imagination. It had been an informal liaison that had taken on substance and had eventually become, for the women, chilling fact. He was a relatively new member of the group and although he had assisted with others this had been his first time as the 'primary'.
The key to the group's existence was a shared taste for sexual dominance and the bond that can only come from a common and unpleasant fate should any member waver in their commitment. So dire were the consequences for kidnap and slavery, each knew there were those in their midst who would easily add murder to their crimes to preserve the sanctity of the group. That was just how it was on this side of the legal line. That said none of the women were ever killed, or at least by them. Once the individual, and then the group, had had their fill they were sold on and ended their lives as sex slaves in Asia. Even if one of the women were to ever make it back home the chances of her ever pointing the finger in their direction were remote and, in light of the groups make up, even less likely to be believed.
So he continued to admire the woman as she glared at him and allowed his lust to build.
"I'll call you Jade. It's not your real name I know but it matches your eyes and real names are meaningless here."
"Why are you doing this?"
He smiled. Although she had been at the farm for six weeks and had been 'handled' by several members, none had really touched her other than to perform necessary tasks such as shaving or feeding her. Certainly none had spoken to her and most instructions were conveyed with either a nod, a pointed finger, or if she was slow to obey, a firm push or a hand wrapped in her hair dragging her to compliance. When she spoke or asked questions she was ignored. Each member wore a balaclava in her presence, not to hide their identity, which considering her fate was unimportant, but to instill fear, co-operation and even hope - if they didn't want her to see their faces then perhaps they wouldn't kill her.
"Because I can."
She seemed to consider the answer for a moment not making much sense of it, but so relieved was she to have someone to talk to, to give her answers, that what those answers were seemed less important.
