The Ring Ch 08

The Ring

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. I love hearing from all of you and you are the reason I do this. This story was from an idea one of my fans suggested.

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Chapter 8

Steven came back on deck as the sun began to rise. He was in his scuba gear and he had a go bag of goodies that he may need. He set the anchor for the boat, then rolled over the side and began his swim to the schooner. He figured the boat was about three miles away and it would take him well over an hour to reach it. When he did, he threw a grappling hook over the stern of the ship and climbed up to take a look.

Melissa was still tied to the mast, looking beaten and frazzled. The deck was full of the crew and rich looking men and women, all drinking, laughing and enjoying the gorgeous sight tied to the mast, still quivering from her orgasmic overload. Her eyes began to clear, she saw Steven peaking over the railing and her face brightened with hope and love.

Steven watched the crowd getting bored watching Melissa' stunningly overtaxed body squirm against the mast. Steven, however, was enraptured by Melissa's incredible body crisscrossed with red lash marks, but still the most gorgeous and sexually captivating woman he had ever seen. For a few moments he ogled her sinfully intriguing form, before he remembered why he was here.

As he jumped over the rail and began moving towards Melissa, two large hulking men came out of the cabin and began to move towards Melissa. Steven knew this changed things, but bulk does not mean you are a good fighter. He knew that he could take on the two men, but if any of the crew joined in he would be in trouble. So, he decided to see what they were going to do with Melissa and once she was out of sight then save her.

Melissa watched Steven slink behind a door as the two large men began untying her from the mast. Her arms and legs were rubbery when they released her and she couldn't stand but they bound her arms and legs in front of her again. The larger of the two men picked her up and carried her through a door and into the room she had been in before. They tied her to the bed and left. She expected Steven to come in and save her, but soon her exhausted body took over and she fell asleep.

Melissa's eyes opened to see Steven sitting on the bed next to her. She had been bound, stretched across the bed, he hadn't been bound and at first, she thought that she was dreaming, but Steven's loving caresses felt so wonderfully different. Whether a dream or reality, the outcome would be the same regardless. All she can focus on is the soft loving pleasure coursing through her. That is all her world consists of right now.

She couldn't remember how long, of torturous pleasure, a loving caress, a look of love and soft kisses were a dream come true. Her body has become so attuned to constant pleasure that it is all she wants, all she desires and the soft loving caress is exactly what she needs.

Watching him fly into danger to protect her had been one of the most heartwarming and passion inspiring things she had ever seen. Her caveman/cowboy was going to take her, and he was going to give her the loving she yearned for. She was stretched and as painful as it was, her elongated body felt oddly sensual and alive. Her every sense seemed heightened, and she was aware of every color and sound that surrounded her. Even his manly scent and her scent of arousal mixed with the smell of the ocean.

She looked into his eyes and saw the cuts, bruises and knots all over his face. She knew he had been in a fight and he may be a prisoner as well. Melissa, spoke with love, passion and heartache in her voice, "I love you baby. Thanks for coming to save me, but by the look of your face we still have work to do before we get out of here."

Steven's blood lust and rage had dissipated and now he took a new look at the woman he had been rushing to save. Steven ogled her with his eyes sweeping caresses over her skin. His studies of her unnerved Melissa and some of her fear began to return. Was he finding fault with her? She stared into his eyes as he watched her, where she saw deep abiding love, lust and yearning so she waited for him to make a move.

Steven had seen beautiful women before, but Melissa was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Stretched across the bed she was beyond gorgeous. Her fit athletic body was stretched taut, hollowing her tiny waist that flared into her suggestive womanly hips with runner's legs. Her legs were stretched wide, and the strain only made her legs look more perfect. Her firm fleshy ass cheeks were tight with the strain, and they made Steven want to run his hands over her taut silky skin.

Then of course there were her remarkable breasts. Her breasts were stretched and pulled high on her chest, and they were simply stunning. Her hard breathing made her breasts mouthwatering as they wobbled insolently. Her hard distended nipples seemed to be pleading for his attention, and they were about to get it.

Steven focused on her eyes and saw that she had a confused and scared look, but carnal lusty desire was her pervading emotion. She wiggled within her bonds in an attempt to coerce him to touch her. He smiled and asked, "Are you trying to seduce me, my love?"

Melissa whimpered, "Oh God yes. Please touch me, love me, fuck me. I am your prize so come and take me, just never let me go. Every time I see you, I get butterflies in my belly and want you to touch me, kiss me and love me. After everything they did to me, I really need some loving attention. I know we should be getting out of her and this may be a big mistake, but I need some Steven loving right now."

Steven stood in front of her, looking deep into her eyes. Melissa felt as though he could see her very soul, and she couldn't hide from him. All her desires, perversions and fantasies were there for him to see and appreciate. The heat in his eyes told her that he was going to make every one of her dreams come true. The fire in his eyes filled her with desire, but also a belief and trust in him.

It was at that moment, bound, stretched across the bed, that she knew she belonged to him. His eyes told her that he would never hurt her, only fill her with the kind of blissful emotions she never knew existed. Bound as she was, she knew she didn't have a choice; he was going to rip her long-hidden desires from her. However, she knew she had to fight him, if for no other reason than for him to earn her submission. Even though she craved it, her pride still fought his dominance.

His deep penetrating eyes and strict mouth told her he would leave no desire unexplored. All her life Melissa had longed for a man like Steven. The man that would eagerly take what he wanted from her and make her feel like a woman. She also wanted a man that would uncover and explore her deepest needs. She quivered inside with both fear and anticipation about what this time would bring. As she looked at him with pride trying to cover the desperate longing in her eyes, Steven knew she was ready to discover her innermost desires.

Melissa suddenly sucked in a deep breath as his fingers roamed over her tightly stretched skin. That seemed to be all that it took. His fingers on her skin made her forget about everything. All her thoughts and doubts disappeared as his touch filled her with desperate need. His fingers insistently roamed her legs, hips, belly and breasts, cajoling blistering cravings from her body. Melissa's eyes burned into his, desperately begging for more and she whimpered passionately.

Her face still had the prideful hard hungry look and began to soften as she felt the hairs of his chest provoking her nipples. She could feel his hot passionate breath on her face as his eyes reached inside her and began tearing down walls around her heart.

She felt his fingers once again lightly caressing her tightly stretched skin, roaming over her hips, belly and breasts. Her skin seemed more sensitive now and each light caress chipped away at her humiliation and doubt. She ached to feel his hands on her skin and found herself arching her back trying to lean into his caresses. Her pride wouldn't let her admit it, but she knew she hungered after his domination.

Steven's tongue came out and licked her lips, but when she reached for more, he pulled away. He gently kissed his way across her cheek until he nibbled at her ear. As he leaned in, the hairs on his chest maddeningly nuzzled her nipples and breasts. She wanted to keep her eyes open, but she was too wiped out to do so. Just before her eyes closed, she gave him an unmistakable look that told him she wanted him to love her and wash away all the torment.

Steven tried to restrain himself, but she was temptation personified and his hands couldn't stop coaxing passion from her. He knew they needed to find a way to escape but her eyes, her quivering form, her beckoning breasts, her gasping breaths all told him that she wanted him as badly as he did. He had already started making love to her and now, even though they needed to escape, he couldn't stop loving her.

Her body is in the ultimate bliss of complete relaxation, a perfect position to easily be overcome. The hands caress her in every way she desires, focusing exactly on where she wanted them to touch her. The caresses were intense enough to fulfil her every fantasy of being manhandled and dominated by her lover, though gentle enough to make her want more and more, to keep her on that constant incline of arousal.

His hands felt like every hand that has ever sexually caressed her, except they didn't. It was kind of like the hand of every person who had ever desired her, all just a little rougher than how she herself would have played, making it all that much more erotic. Every pinch, every tweak and grasp, every poke and stroke, all managing to touch something much deeper than merely the surface of her sensitive enraptured form. Once the fingers finally penetrate her, she feels like she has melted, a dripping wet mess of sensuality and lust. She feels every action as if it were in slow motion, dragging out every sensation until it is agonizing in the most wonderful of ways. She feels every fold of her sex parting for those fingers, every nerve of her clitoris being set alight by those sweeping strokes.

Even though the hands had spent so long being building her up, her orgasm feels like it wouldn't stop. All the while, those hands play her so finely, like an instrument that only performs pleasure. She shivers and cries out in bliss, clutching at one of the hands like it is a lifeline, though nothing stops. After so long, too long, she begins to come down from that vicious pleasure - though still nothing changes. Her body remains too relaxed to open her eyes, too much in a dreary haze to pull herself from the grasp. As the hands continue to work her, exploring her pussy just as intently, she feels herself becoming trapped between two minds: one wants it to keep going and never stop, and the other knows that having more orgasms like that have been forced upon her could become torturous. With the way the hands have not stopped manipulating her she knows won't have a choice in the matter.

She feels the bed shift, her bonds are released and a thick hard cock parts the slick lips of her pussy, beginning its journey deep inside of her. Her trembling muscles inside her channel caress and welcome the intruder she so dearly desires. His strokes are slow, deep, stretching, loving, with just enough pain to be thrilling. Oh, how she wanted Steven loving her with her arms and legs automatically wrapping around him, pulling him into the sweetness of her body.

While her clit is being crushed, she feels his cock nudge her cervix, and her pleasure conditioned form explodes in rapturous bliss. As he pulls back and slams deep inside her again the explosive bliss only increases and reaches new heights never coming down but exploding towards the stars. It's the kind of loving bliss she craves and she knows this is the man she belongs to. Her arms grab the sheets in a passion filled clinch, while her hips and legs tremble in an uncontrolled spasm.

Melissa has no idea how long the rapture continues but feels Steven press against her cervix as he fills her with his seed. It is a very intimate moment as their orgasms blend together in a loving physical act of love. Melissa feels Steven's weight settle on her as they both come back to earth, but just as quickly he jumps off the bed and whispers, "As much as I want to make love to you over and over again, we need to get out of here. I came here to save you and save you I will!"

Steven handed her his shirt and he slipped on his pants while he whispered, "Put this on. It will have to do until we get out of here."

His T-shirt came to her knees and she looked unbelievably sexy. As much as he knew they needed to get going, he couldn't stop staring at Melissa. Her makeup was gone, her hair a tangled mess, her breasts bulged against the shirt showing erotic cleavage, but she looked like an angel.

Steven shook his head to clear her sultry distracting image and began to look for a way out of the cabin. At that moment the two-hulking men broke through the door and grabbed Steven. They twisted his arms behind him, bound his hands behind his back with rope and while one held him the other bound Melissa.

Once the couple was constrained Mick walked in. He stared at the couple and the love between them was obvious, but he didn't care about that. Mick kept his face blank but inside, his mind was racing. This beautiful creature was so gorgeously erotic when her form was in the midst of overwhelming rapture and he wanted to test her limits. There were so many things he'd wanted to do, so many they hadn't even discussed. Humiliating, public, painful, scandalous things he wanted to do to her, increasing her torment to a level of which she didn't think he was capable. But the one thing he knew he had to start with was the hook.

Mick ordered, "Bind the man so he can't escape." Then he looked over at Melissa with tears running down her face.

He untied her and held for a few moments, letting her sob against him until she quieted down, her sad eyes finding his as the realization sunk into her muddled brain. He kissed her, over and over, wiping her face clean with a towel until she moaned in gratitude. When he was satisfied, she was in a better mindset, he slid her collar around her throat, tightening it until it was just a tiny bit snug.

"On all fours, I'll be right back." She complied immediately and smiled, for a moment believing he'd be releasing her and Steven. That thought left her mind the moment a hook dropped onto the bed next to her.

"No!" she blurted out, practically without thinking, while at the same time unable to stop the rush of humiliating images of herself impaled on the hook. He gripped a handful of her hair and tilted her face towards him.

"I'm not playing games with you. You have no choice.

He released her hair and her head dropped swiftly. He watched as her fingers dug into the bedspread and for a moment, he thought she'd get up and fight him. Instead, in the next minute, she nodded her head and, almost unnoticed, tilted her ass up a bit higher.

Melissa knew that Steven's and her life was now at stake. She had never wanted anyone to play with her asshole, but she realized that as a sex slave she had no choice. She felt her face flush with embarrassment as she tilted her ass towards Mick. She had been teased, tormented and every part of her form played with, but this ass hook was taking it to a new level of degradation. She really wanted outta here and to feel Steven holding and cuddling her.

Mick smiled, went into action immediately, grabbing the thick lube and letting globs of it drop coolly onto her asshole. His fingers worked it as deeply as he could manage, probably using more than needed. Melissa whimpered as she felt his fingers violate her brown star. He coated the hook next, ensuring he did all he could to let it slide into her. Her pain filled with gasping breath made him smile again.

Steven's face grew red with rage and he fought to get free. He had a way to cut the rope used for his bindings. So, all Steven could do was squirm, fight his bonds and give Melissa a loving look with the determination that he would get them out of this. Steven had watched a movie called the "Eraser" and the hero in the movie always had a knife hidden in his belt buckle. He had adopted this tactic but also wove one into the back of his belts. So, when the time came, he would be able to get out of the bonds.

"Breathe," Mick murmured, one hand resting on her lower back, caressing it gently as he pressed the rounded end of the hook to her back entrance. Slowly, so she could feel her ass be forced to take it in, he eased it into her, pausing as the widest part stretched her rim and she quivered at the rush of pain before the ball disappeared into her. He slid a few more inches in and let it sit just like that, his fingers still slipping against her back, trying to soothe her. He heard her crying softly and from the sound of it, it wasn't from pain. It was from the humiliation she always knew she'd feel but also from the fact that she was surprised that it felt somewhat natural inside her.

"That's my girl," he whispered, easing it back and forth inside her, fucking her upturned ass with the hook, he drooled watching as she started to push back to meet the gentle thrusts. He grinned, almost startled at how quickly she adapted to it and took the opportunity to slide it as deep as it would go. She grunted lightly, then louder when she heard him attach the rope end of the hook to her collar.

"What the?." she spat out, her body jerking forward in protest. She let out a squeal, realizing the tautness of the rope left her little room to move comfortably. The collar pressed tightly into her throat and the hook dug deeper until she rocked her body back.

Steven watched as Mick abused and degraded the woman he loved. His hands curled into fists and he fought against his bonds with no luck. He began working the knife free from the back of his belt and when he had it free, he held it at the ready. When the time came, he was going to punish Mick if he had the chance, but saving Melissa was his first priority.

"You've figured it out. The more you move, the more you fuck yourself with the hook, the more you cut off your own air. I suggest you try and stay still though I imagine it's going to be difficult."

The sound of the buzz made her shake and the first touch of it to her clit made her writhe, causing her to jerk forward again. He watched as she struggled to right herself while her pussy ground against the tip of the toy. He pulled it away just as she started to shake. His hand gripped into her hair and held her still, shoving the vibrator tightly against her clit.

Mick grinned at how fast her body wanted these sensations. She was a natural born submissive slave. While he knew that the aphrodisiacs plus days' worth of denial and then orgasms had her body primed for any touch, he still marveled at how her incredible body responded to stimuli. Just ogling her gorgeous body muscles tremble, twist and ripple beneath her skin had him aching to forget all of this and just fuck her.

He yelled through the door, "She is ready, come take her!"

The two brutes rushed through the door, dragged her from her bed and hauled her back to the deck of the ship. Mick smiled knowing that he had extracted everything sexual Melissa had to offer. He waved to the two brutes and then moved towards the bow of the ship. Melissa was completely limp and couldn't fight them, but she screamed as they threw her over the bow's pulpit and began to tie her to the bowsprit.