Captive Ashe 02

Emerald's heartbeat was echoed by the thumping drums coming from the stage. Thrumming guitar heightened the feeling of elation of the crowd. He skulked through the crowd to hang around the bar looking for Ashe. Emerald checked his phone for the umpteenth time that night to check and see if Ashe had posted any more updates since saying he was coming to this bar with his sister tonight to see a band. It was the perfect opportunity to get to him. Looking from one side of the venue to the next, Emerald scanned the crowd for the tuft of curly green hair. Entering from the patio, Ashe merged into the crowd and headed toward the bar.

Ashe looked back behind him to where he'd left his sister and her boyfriend out on the patio where they were smoking. He was charged with getting them drinks. Muscling his way through the crowd, Ashe managed to find an open spot at the bar when a larger man moved aside to let him through. The man was over a head taller than Ashe and had his long black hair down. Ashe could see a boa constrictor tattoo coiled around his arm. Emerald looked down at Ashe and smiled.

**

Sleep eludes me now. It had taken me like a gentle lover when I first arrived within this hell. Now it deserts me. I pace and exercise like a madman now. I do sit-ups, push-ups, and anything I am able with this damned chain still around my leg. I stopped counting the days. It has been over two weeks since I have been here and there is no doubt in my mind that anyone who cared for me would think me dead. After all, isn't the first forty eight hours the most important?

Panic overtakes my nights and as Emerald sleeps beside me I can only think about how far away the door to the basement is and if he will ever let me out of this small confined space. He says I will go outside again, but I don't believe him. I think he will keep me here like a caged rabbit till he is bored of me. I fear what will happen then.

"You haven't been sleeping lately." Emerald said, matter of fact as he set down my lunch tray. I ignored him and continued doing sit-ups in the corner of the room, huffing for breath as I yearned for the ache in my abdomen. He frowned and walked over to me. "Ashe, you need to eat."

"And you," I grunted. "Need to." Breath. "Let me go." It was the same retort every time ever since he'd captured me. My position was clear even when my body betrayed me in his embrace. He knelt down and pushed my shoulders down so I was just laying on the floor. I fought against him, broke his hold and rolled away.

"Ashe." His tone was warning as I stood and dusted myself off. I was still naked, still nude lest he deem it a special night in which he would bring me lingerie to excite him. I glared in his direction. "Ashe, please. You've lost weight."

"Oh? Have I? Have I lost weight?" I said in a mocking tone. "Could it be that I don't do well in captivity?"

"Ashe." He warned again.

"I'm not hungry. Could be that without my medications I don't have an appetite. It's only the shooting pain in my guts." I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the wall, my leg bouncing nervously.

This time he didn't speak; didn't warn me. He stalked over to me and grabbed me by my short curly hair and pulled my head to look at him. "You will eat or I will punish you. I'm done playing games."

"You can't force me to eat." I lied. I could eat. I would just feel horrible pain after eating. If I could have changed this about myself, I would.

"I can, and I will." He pulled me close so that he could whisper in my ear. "For every bite of food you leave on your plate, I will spank your pretty ass. If you leave something whole then you'll face something worse. Understand?"

I swallowed and tried to shake the fear trickling down my spine. It mingled with arousal. I'd always been a fan of being spanked, but this wasn't the time to think of that. I closed my eyes for a moment before sighing. "Fine."

"Good." He released me, pushing me away. Then, he sat down against the wall opposite me and waited for me to start eating. I did. I was more hungry than anticipated and ate with vigor, finishing the whole meal shortly much to his delight. I felt ill.

**

Emerald didn't come to my bed for several blessed nights in which I managed to get some sleep. Then, suddenly, he was with me consistently for several days. The first day, he came to me with another gift. After the lingerie, I was wary.

"What is it?" I asked as he set the large box down on the floor at the foot of my bed.

"Open it and find out." He said. I did so and was surprised to find several pieces of clothing that were more to my taste. Several black t-shirts, button-down shirts, and even new boxers. Clothes. Finally. I'd been naked for several weeks and, while I normally wouldn't mind, I was glad to finally have some sense of modesty.

"Thank you." It was genuine. For a moment it felt like I was being treated like a human rather than a captive. Then, the other shoe dropped.

"You didn't finish your breakfast." His voice was even betraying none of the anger that I expected to come from this.

"I also threw up what I did eat. Should I be punished for that as well?" I replied bitterly.

"No, but you should have tried to eat the rest when you felt b-" I cut him off.

"I didn't feel better. I don't feel better. I won't feel better. That's the point. You can't force me to eat when I feel genuinely sick." I was almost shouting now, still standing nude in front of the box I kicked it. "You think you can buy me with basic human decency? You're a fucking monster!"

He rushed at me then and grabbed me by my hair, shaking me till I was quiet. "I am a fucking monster, but Ashe darling, I'm your monster."

Emerald kissed me then, harshly with bruising force as I struggled against him. I attempted to pry his hand away from my head but I couldn't get a hold on his thumb. He then released me suddenly to stumble backward. I stared at him, certain I didn't know what all he was capable of. His deep green eyes were hard toward me but even now I saw a glitter of lust that chilled me to the bone. Kneeling down, he rummaged through the box to find a small black velvet bag the size of my hand.

"I told you there would be a punishment if you didn't finish your meals. I think your attitude requires a little something extra, too." Emerald grinned as he stalked toward me. I retreated till my back was against the wall. He then pulled a metal buttplug out of the bag. I shuddered.

"No." I whispered. "No. Emerald. Please."

"Oh yes, sweet boy. I'm going to fill your tight little ass before your spanking." Emerald's eyes glittered as I cowered before him. I'd allowed him to back me into a corner and had no means of escape lest I jump over the bed. I did just that. I dodged to his right and vaulted over the bed. He sighed and waited for me to get to the end of my chain. It yanked hard on my ankle as I reached for the door. It was ineffectual but I'd do anything to escape at that moment. "Are you done throwing your tantrum?"

"Fuck you, Emerald." I spat the words at him. "Fill your own ass!"

He stalked toward me, eyes narrowed. "Come here, Ashe."

I stood still. I knew I was pissing him off but there was no way I was going into this willingly. He knew the trauma I had and also knew that, despite that trauma, I still had a thing for anal. It was something deeply personal. A soft limit to only be broken with trusted partners-of which I'd found none. Emerald was certainly not a trusted partner and I was not going to let him violate me as I'd been violated before. He rushed at me and I dodged his outstretched hand and backed up. Once again he lunged at me and this time he gripped my shoulder with bruising force, swinging me around to face the bed where he pushed me down. I scrambled to find my footing only to have him knock my feet out from under me with the swing of his boot. I fell down onto the bed and grunted as I felt his full weight land on top of me.

"Be a good boy, Ashe." He whispered in my ear and nuzzled my neck. "It can always be worse. Believe me. I have a good imagination and the knowledge to enact it."

I couldn't move even though I wanted to continue struggling. I couldn't speak. My face was pushed against the blankets and I was being smothered. He moved and allowed me a brief reprieve before I felt the cold metal against my ass. "Wait. Emerald. Please. We can talk about this. I'm sorry."

Before I could say more there was the slick cold sensation of lube being dripped over my ass and trailing down over my tight asshole. Though the metal plug was of a reasonable size, it now seemed insurmountable. I began to squirm, clamor to get away, but he grabbed me by the back of the neck whilst his other hand massaged my asshole. It felt slick and hot as he rubbed gently with the pad of his finger. I groaned as he slipped his finger in up to the first knuckle. Slowly he pumped it in and out of me. I stifled any other noises lest he think I'm giving in.

Next came the cold metal of the buttplug, also heavily lubricated, pressing against my tight bud then slowly pushing through the resistance to spread me wide before the bulbous head delved fully into my depths and my anus clamped down on the small rod connecting the head to the outer portion of the plug which was a t-shape that nestled perfectly between my cheeks. Once the plug was in, Emerald fell back on his heels to inspect his work. He grunted in appreciation.

"Now, that wasn't so hard. Was it?" He asked as he gave my ass a little pat.

"Are we done here?" I hissed in response.

"No, we aren't." He said matter-of-factly. He stood and walked around me to sit on the bed beside me. "Over my lap."

Biting back a snarky remark, I did as he instructed. I had no doubt he'd manhandle me till I behaved. I decided to save myself the back-and-forth and just accept my bullshit punishment. I layed over his lap, my ass in the air and plugged. My face burned red with shame and hot arousal. I'd never let him know how I craved this in those darkest hours before sleep prior to our meeting-my abduction. I'd never admit to how this sent hot waves down my belly to my pussy which was already wet from his aggressive ministrations while plugging my ass. I didn't need to admit these things because he already knew. He was like an omnipotent god who played with my life for his amusement. Emerald knew everything about me. Perhaps it was my oversharing on social media that let him sink into my mind and figure out just how to unravel me. He'd been stalking me for over a year and now it showed as he began to play on my kinks and break down my resistance.

The smack was sudden. A loud crack sounded throughout the room as he spanked my ass. I cried out in surprise. He didn't make me count. Emerald's strikes were quick and even. Fifteen strikes came down on my ass as I mentally counted out each. I held my breath through the majority of the ordeal, only breathing out shakily as the last few spanks broke me down to tears. My ass stung and there was a throbbing needy pulse in my cunt. Shame washed over me as I felt myself looking forward to his inevitable touch. I shook my head and took a shuddering breath. I wouldn't let myself desire him.

Emerald rubbed my reddened ass as I stifled my tears. "Good boy, Ashe. Fifteen strikes for fifteen bites of food."

I said nothing, will to verbally spar now a wilted flytrap with no snap. He pulled me up to sit on his lap and he held me for a while. I didn't cuddle against him as I wanted but I didn't resist his affections as he stroked my arms, legs, and kissed my head. It was soothing in a way-despite how twisted he was. Emerald kissed my forehead then my tear-stained cheeks. His kiss was gentle. Softly, his lips brushed against mine and then pressed against my own with a gentle pressure. I yielded to his kiss. He was warm and gentle and inviting despite just having reddened my rear like a sun-ripened cherry. I would break soon, but not yet. I resisted kissing him back.

Chuckling, Emerald stroked my inner thighs before sliding his hand up to my pussy which was undeniably wet. He didn't have to say anything. The implications were clear and I was caught. He stroked the length of my slit from clit to perineum and back up to stroke my swollen clitoris. I groaned as he pushed my thighs open to continue this motion in a repetitive cycle that made me ache for his fingers to penetrate just a little lower. When I spread my thighs wider, he blessedly followed my thoughts and pushed first one then two thick fingers into my vagina. He pumped his fingers in and out of me as I moaned on his lap.

"You're such a naughty boy, Ashe." He whispered as he continued fingering me. He curled his fingers slightly to find my g-spot and I cried out in pleasure causing him to repeat the motion before slipping out of me to stroke my clitoris between his two slick fingers. "Fuck, Ashe."

In one swift motion he swung me over to fall to the bed on my belly and him on top of me. I was once again pinned between him and the mattress but now his weight felt good. He rose to his knees behind me and undid his jeans to reveal his thick cock which was already rock hard after spanking me. Emerald then pulled me up to my knees by my hips, massaging them and squeezing me till I was squirming in his hands. He thrust into me suddenly, not wasting any time.

Pummeling my cunt, he thrust in a rapid rhythm. He drove me past the orgasm he'd begun to build with his fingers and sent me over the edge. I met his thrusts with my hips, back arched in a seductive curve as he took me from behind. Gripping me by the waist, Emerald continued to power through my orgasm even as my pussy attempted to milk his cock. I was needy for the second orgasm now, widening my legs and bracing myself as he rocked into me. Breathing heavily, I was panting as he continued to thrust into me. My second orgasm hit just as he came. I milked his cock dry as he spurted his full load deep in my cunt.

He held me there beneath him for several moments. When he'd finally gone flaccid and slipped out of me it came with dripping cum that gushed over my inner thighs as I clenched them shut to stymie the torrent. When he let me go to the bathroom, he left me with parting words. "Keep that plug in or there will be another punishment."

**

I sat with my back against the headboard, dressed in an open button-down shirt with flamingos and palm leaves, and a pair of deep green boxer-briefs. I mentally recalled the plot to the movie Pink Flamingos while I stared at the basement door waiting for Emerald to return. After letting my body give into him, I felt like a king of filth myself. I was beginning to slip into his trap. I was beginning to crave his touch and even now, as there was no media to distract my mind, I began to miss his company.

Emerald came down the stairs with lunch for me and despite my queasy stomach, I was determined to devour the sandwich and chips without a fight lest what just happened be repeated. I shifted uncomfortably with the plug still inside of me, finding it impossible to remain seated comfortably without the dull weight of it aching within. Rather than find him irate that I had dressed, he seemed pleased. Perhaps he viewed this as me accepting his gift rather than not wanting to be naked in his presence if I could help it.

"Good afternoon, love." He said as he sat the platter down on the bed then grinned at me. I kept my head down and instead looked at the meal he had brought. The same turkey sandwich I'd been eating for over two weeks. At this point, not eating was as much a matter of taste as it was of comfort. I wanted to throw it in his face but ate quietly. When I was finished, he took the platter away. I expected him to be gone for the afternoon. I had no such luck.

"Ashe, how would you like to come upstairs with me for a while?" He said this from the open doorway, leaning against the frame. For the first time since he'd brought me here I could see the basement steps fully and the light that waited beyond it. I wanted it so bad, but I knew there was a catch. There was always a catch when it came to Emerald.

"What do I have to do?" I looked at him hopeful that I'd be able to muster the courage to take on whatever task he next had in mind for me.

"Don't run from me. Don't go anywhere without my permission. Be a good boy and," Emerald pulled a collar and leash from behind him and I grimaced inwardly. "Wear this."

It was a woven teal leash attached to a baby blue collar with small metal studs adorning the blue leather. The inside looked to have some sort of white faux fur. It was cute, I had to admit. I hated the idea of him collaring me. It was always something personal between partners, but now I felt I had little choice. If I didn't leave this basement soon, I was sure I'd go mad. It was at least better than all the sick and depraved things he could have asked of me, but Emerald was smart and knew which boundaries to push and when so that he could break me down. I nodded.

"Good boy, now come here." When I stood to walk to him he motioned down. "Ah-ah, crawl like an obedient puppy now."

Swallowing the humiliation, I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him and waited for the collar. He looked down at me with a mix of amusement and approval. "That's my Ashe. Now, turn around and show me that you still have your plug in or you won't get to go upstairs."

Gritting my teeth, I turned around and pulled down my boxers so that he could see the metallic outside of the plug still between my cheeks. Leaning down, he gave my still-sore ass a light spank. "Good boy."

My face was red as I pulled my boxers up and turned to face him. He kissed my forehead as he fixed the soft faux-fur lined collar around my neck. It fit snuggly. Emerald then reached out his hand, an offering. I took it and he helped me to my feet. I followed him up the stairs and into a small modern kitchen. It was clean-if not seemingly barren. Emerald tugged on my leash and pulled me along to the living room where a black sectional took up the majority of the space along with two recliners. The television was on and softly playing some sort of playlist with heavy drums. We continued on his tour of the house while he led me behind like a pet.

His home was devoid of warmth. The modern designs were harsh with the majority of fixtures being either black, white, or a combination of both. He took me upstairs to where I knew his bedroom would be and despite the resistance on the leash, he kept moving without notice. The single bedroom was large and held a king bed, dark oak dresser and nightstand, as well as a small desk set up with a computer. I held my breath. That was where he found me, no doubt.

I couldn't help but imagine him scrolling through the fetish website, looking for something and then finding it in me. I wondered at how many hours of writing, videos, and pictures he went through before deciding I was the one to take. I wondered how he'd moved from there to my social media to consume me further. He'd gone from knowing my innermost dark secrets to seeing the public persona I donned each day. It felt violating and wrong yet something within me felt aroused at the thought that someone could become this obsessed with me. I told myself that those thoughts were nonsense brought on by captivity. I hoped that they were.

"It's not much, but it's home." He tugged the leash so that I came to him. He looked into my eyes then kissed me deeply as we stood in his bedroom. I pushed against his chest to no avail. "I've dreamed of that since I first saw you."

"Did you bring me here just for this?" I asked hesitantly, still in his arms.

"No, I wanted to watch a movie with you. Let's return to the living room." He begrudgingly let me go before once again tugging the leash to get me to follow him back downstairs. I had the feeling that we'd return to his bedroom tonight. I pushed that thought to the back of my head, not wanting to deal with that right now. A movie? I wondered why now he wanted more than just my body. Was it not bad enough that he raped me? Now he wanted to spend time with me.