Captured Ch. 01

Hello beautiful readers!

For any of you who know my work I started a series known as "Claiming Lily" awhile back. However, I made a rash decision in putting it out there before I knew where I wanted the story to go. Therefore I began a new project which isn't so rash and I had plenty of time to think about. I hope you guys like this one much more than my other submission (if you've read my last submission). Also, for any of you who are interested in my last submission I am not leaving it completely. I'm currently trying to remove them from Literotica until I decide who I want the characters to be and how I want the story to progress.

Please give me any feedback on how I could make this story better. I'm open to any new ideas and would love to hear your thoughts.

Always aiming to please,

Kinky Kanizta

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It was September 21st, 2020 when the world's governments collapsed and chaos erupted around the globe. Crime increased, and militias formed in the quest for power. The world was taken over by rampant greed and corruption. Freedoms and rights became a thing of the past and I lived through it. I witnessed first- hand the heinous crimes committed from my bedroom window. Innocent people were being killed in broad daylight and people were being robbed left and right, women were being raped in the street. This day began known as "The Take-Over" or "The Beginning."

I was originally from what was known as Oregon. Now, Oregon ceased to exist and was just known to be part of a vast area of land that was under the jurisdiction of General Declan Lavery. General Declan Lavery was one of the four General's who somehow obtained power through the chaos. General Lavery as well as General Ayden Blake, Liam Finn and Landon Harrison all had an immense amount of power. However, General Lavery was known to be the wealthiest, most intelligent, and strongest General of the four districts. It was also rumored that he was the most beautiful of the four districts however I never believed that anyone that could cause so much destruction could be beautiful.

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I woke up to my father whistling outside in the field. Even after all the madness he still found a way to be joyful. By the time I bathed, got dressed and walked down the steps my father was sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee with his sleeves rolled up practically drenched with sweat.

"Good morning sweetie, up kinda late this morning don't ya think?" he said as he glanced at his watch. It was only 9:00AM but still, in this house we woke up at the crack of dawn. Working in the field was less stressful in the early hours of the morning since the sun wasn't beaming down on our backs. Working in the morning also left us with the afternoons and nights to ourselves.

"Yeah Dad, I don't know. I think I'm going to take a walk and get some extra wood, we're almost out."

His forehead wrinkles began to show as his brow furrowed. I could tell he was nervous and skeptical about letting me go out on my own. This happened every time I needed to go out and travel through the forest. He tries to protect me from it all by keeping me cooped up but he knows that no matter how hard he tries he can't stop me from seeing it eventually. I think he protects me so much because the rest of my family perished. My mother passed away long ago due to cancer, my brother died when standing up to the robbers who took everything we owned and when my sister ran out one night after a fight with my father she never made it home. It was just my father and I in this messed up house now with barely a penny to our names. We learned to live off the land and enjoy the simpler things in life. Life wasn't perfect, but the bond between my father and I was strong and that's all I needed.

"Okay sweetie, don't take too long now." And with that I put my hair in a bun and put on my brothers old cap that covered all my hair, grabbed my razor blade for protection and ran out the door straight towards the woods.

God did it feel refreshing, the air was crisp with the smell of pine trees in the air. Squirrels and baby chipmunks were running about and the birds were in their usual formation in the sky. It was a beautiful day so I ran straight towards my secret spot in the woods. It was on higher ground and was covered by trees so no one could see me but I could see far and wide. There were a bunch of rocks there and a little stream that I cast little pebbles into. I took off my shoes and dipped my feet into the cold stream. I put my head back and let the sun cast itself on my skin. I closed my eyes and started wondering how easy life would be if I could stay in this one spot forever. If only time just stopped. If only life were that easy.

After a good ten minutes I decided it was best to start moving again. You never knew who's in the woods. As I began looking for wood I began to hum the song my mother used to sing to me as a child. I missed her so much but I'm glad she didn't have to see what the world has come to. My mother was a saint and it would've killed her to see the world once so beautiful in ruins.

It was then that I heard voices. I stopped humming and quickly hid behind a huge tree. When I peered around the tree I saw 5-7 men walking in my direction, making conversation amongst themselves and laughing. Maybe they'd pass me and not notice? But as they got closer I saw they were wearing uniforms. Shit, the Lavery militia. Okay, calm down, if I stay hidden and silent they'll probably pass. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of their voices and heavy booted feet get closer and closer and then get farther and farther away. I realized I'd been holding my breath for way over a minute so I let out a long, smooth exhale. Thank God.

As I headed home I began to enjoy the scenery again. Sure, I could've been caught but I wasn't. I'd just have to be more careful next time. I'd also have to make sure not to tell my father otherwise he'd probably never let me out of his sight ever again. I was all he had left and he'd do anything to make sure it stayed that way.

I was almost home. There was a little clearing approximately five minutes away from my house that I passed by every day. My sister, mother and I used to come here often and catch fireflies, dance around aimlessly and just look up at the stars. I always passed through here. After the robbery this spot was all I had left of my mother. I walked extra slow and remembered all the times we came out here. I missed my sister and my mom. It seemed like I'd lost track of how long they'd been gone. It seemed like their faces became something just out of a picture book. It was like they were never real at all; that they were all in my head. It was as if they were some fantasy; some fairytale.

I broke out of my reverie when I heard the laughing again. I turned around and the men from earlier were standing at the edge of the clearing looking straight at me. My heart began to pound in my chest and I tried to will myself to calm.

"So what's a little thing such as yourself doing out here in the woods?" One of them joked as he stepped closer. If I was going to survive I'd have to improvise. Since my hair was in a men's cap and I was wearing baggy clothes I did what first came to mind. I coughed out in the manliest voice possible.

"I'm not little and I'm only gettin' some lumber for ma pops."

The men began to laugh. Of course they'd laugh. I couldn't even take myself seriously. The man who spoke first walked up to me until he was at arm's length. I could barely move let alone breath. My body became immobile due to immense fear. He then grabbed my cap and ripped it off. In the process of yanking the cap off my hair tie broke and my abnormally red hair cascaded down my back. One of the men moaned and the one in front of me began to lick his lips. Another one of the men screamed out behind him "I wonder if her cunt hair is just as red!"

The man in front of me spoke again. "Now we can either make this extremely easy or extremely difficult, you choose." Before I had any time to respond he pushed me to the ground and began to undo his pants. He grabbed me by my hair and forced me to my knees. "You better not bite bitch." He then forced his sweaty cock into my not so eager mouth.

It was then that I became inspired. I began to stroke his cock with my right hand and suck him off eagerly. I then dug into my pocket and hoped for the best. As he loosened his grip on my hair I bit down full force on his erection and cut his balls with the razor from my pocket. He screamed out in pain as I took the ample opportunity to make a dash for it.

Before long I was surrounded by the 5-6 other men. I wasn't going down without a fight. So I grabbed a piece of wood from the ground and was able to hit two of men. However, my victory was short lived. The last thing I saw was a blurry group of men ambushing me as a needle pierced my neck and my body went limp as I crashed to the ground.

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When I came to I was tied to a chair in a dark room. I tried to wiggle my wrists and ankles but hard metal began biting into my skin. I wasn't going to waste my time bruising myself when it was obvious that I wasn't getting out of here right away. If I wanted to get out of here I needed to plan carefully and make strategic moves rather than rash decisions.

As I thought of plans of escape the headache that probably comes as an effect of whatever drug they put into me kicked in. I closed my eyes and willed my mind to stop racing. I never head a headache this bad. The room began to spin and I felt extremely sick. I don't know why I was avoiding throwing up. They'd have to clean it. Why should I make my stay pleasurable for them? So I vomited all over the floor.

A little while after throwing up my guts the door to the room was opened and a bright light rushed into the room. As my eyes adjusted I took in the basics of the room. No windows and made of all concrete; Great. After I surveyed the room, or lack thereof a man entered the room. He wore a crisp, fitted suit with expensive looking dress shoes. He had black hair that was sleeked back much like an old Patrick Dempsey and had abnormally grey eyes that held no form of compassion whatsoever. I figured this was General Declan Lavery. No one ranked below him could possibly look this smug of an asshole. He looked at the floor and it seemed my vomit didn't have my intended effect. Who was I kidding? It wasn't like he was going to clean it up.

The General, or so I thought he was walked around me numerous times before he spoke.

"So I see you did a number on my men out there. One has a cracked rib, the other has a busted shoulder and you got the other one real good with the razor and your bite mark." When he mentioned the last one I couldn't help but feel proud. I wasn't anyone's sex toy.

"You know my brother is very angry about that. But I must say, I give you credit, you're quite clever to outsmart my brother." I hated to break it to him but maybe someone should let him know his brother is as dumb as a doornail.

"So what's your name young lady?"

My eyes wandered momentarily before I met his gaze. Did I really want to tell him my name?

"Ashley Foucusko."

"That's a pretty name. My name is General Declan Lavery but I'm sure you already knew that."

I couldn't hold back my tongue any longer. "It wasn't that hard to figure out; after all you are the cockiest prick in the room." He then began to laugh this sadistic laugh matched with a stellar smile of pearly whites that didn't reach his eyes. "You know, maybe I'll reconsider keeping you for myself. After all, I do like a challenge."

I then heard an "aw" come out from the doorway. Sure enough it was the man whose penis I almost bit off. He walked to me and lifted my face to his gaze "I was looking forward to taming this pretty piece" he said as he stroked my face. I yanked away from him. The General spoke again, this time with a more joking demeanor. "Well considering you couldn't control her the first time, what makes you think you can control her at all?" His brother made a face of anger and sarcastically laughed "She just surprised me is all. I'm sure I can put her in her place. If you ever tire of her, hand her over to me." The General laughed his sadistic laugh again. It was starting to get annoying. "Alright Lucas. We'll see."

After Lucas left the General walked around me multiple times again. After a few minutes he spoke. "Fuck you asshole."

"Um, excuse me?

"Don't play dumb with me little girl. You think I can be fooled by some anagram? Ashley Foucusko...fuck you asshole. Part of my job is to read people." He then gripped my chin and forcefully pulled it upwards so that I was looking straight into his smoldering grey eyes. He smiled that sadistic smile again. "You're going to be a fun one aren't you? I like that. I'm going to enjoy bending you to my will." He began to caress my chin. "There there, I don't want to damage this pretty little face."

How did he know that was an anagram? I couldn't help but sneer at him. Maybe he was a little more intelligent than a thought. He then turned his back to me and began to walk out of the room. Before he left completely I heard him tell a body guard outside to send for me to get fixed up and to clean up the mess I'd made.

Moments later, two armed guards came in and looked down on me for a moment with serious faces. I wondered if they had families and if they did how did they treat them? Were they as cruel and serious with their families as they were with their captors? My thoughts were cut short when one of them pulled out a syringe. "What's with you people and drugging people?" and then my vision was blurred again before I faded into the darkness of my own subconscious.