Captured Kitten Ch. 02

The tension on my arms and feet disappeared as I shook. I stretched my legs out. I longed to kick my captor in the balls, but my legs were still bound together. And my arms were still attached behind my back, wrist to wrist, so that my shoulders strained and I had to thrust my chest out to ease it.

Mal reached under the waistband of my pajama shorts and began to pull them down over my hips. I tried to pull away but there was that huge hand again pushing me back down. Wait for your moment. I said to myself over and over. Don't fight, just wait. He left my bottoms at my ankles and he began to do the same thing with my underwear.

I shook with fear and adrenaline. I wanted to run so bad. Deep down though I wondered if that was the only reason I was shaking. This was straight out of my fantasies... No! I berated myself. This wasn't a fantasy, this was wrong. And yet were any of my fantasies right? For as long as I could remember, I had been attracted to darkness. The things I thought about went far beyond safe and consensual.

Cool air brushed the lips of my moistening pussy as Mal pulled down my black and white polka dot underwear. This couldn't be how I was going to lose my virginity? Not with someone I didn't trust. I jumped when I felt his hand touch the bare skin of my ass. He chuckled and his hands went to my own bound ones.

"I'm going to let your arms free now, my pet. I want you to do as I say. Now I'm-" His voice stopped suddenly and I felt his hands clench my wrists tightly.

His tone darkened. "What is this, Kitten?"

He grasped the fingers on my left hand and pulled them out of my clenched fist. That fucking ring. I gulped. He gripped my finger tightly as he yanked off the ring. Suddenly he was in front of me. One hand was in my hair again and the other now held the ring before my eyes. He didn't shout but his voice sounded deadly.

"So you weren't just going to be with him. You were going to marry him?" In his anger, his accent was thicker, deeper. I wanted to shoot daggers at him with my eyes, but I was smarter than that. I just looked at him with what I hoped was an apologetic expression.

He studied my face with a penetrating gaze and placed the ring down on the countertop in front of me. I didn't look at it. I couldn't. It felt like that thing was mocking me. I heard him opening and shutting drawers. He was talking in that language again but now muttering angrily to himself in that foreign tongue.

"Što si mislio! Ga? Mršavi blijedi obično govno. Ako preferirate ravnim guzicama i tip koji će ići dolje na sebe prije nego što?" Spoken angrily, It suddenly sounded very different from the deep soothing dialect I had heard earlier. He came back a moment later holding something else out for me to see. It was a plastic slotted spoon. He grasped my chin and turned my face up to look at him as he spoke.

"I was just going to use my hand, but I think you need a better reminder of just how disappointed I am in you." His face was indeed hard and disappointed, but excitement seemed to flicker in the depths of his eyes. Then he let go and moved behind me.

I felt Mal grab my thighs and push my knees underneath me until I was kneeling. But without my arms for support, my face was pressed into the cold granite island. He held me in place with a hand on my back. I could see that damn ring in front of me now taunting me. I thought that ring would bring me peace and happiness, but it had only brought me this. Brought me him.

I didn't even know his name. His username online had been Mal but even then I had only called him Master or Sir. I wondered why he felt the need to do this. Why did he pick me? He was pretty attractive in a dangerous sort of way. Plenty of women would be into him. Why didn't he go to some s&m club and leave me the hell alone? Was it because he got bored with playing and wanted to truly fulfill his darkest desires? Or maybe I wasn't the first girl Mal had taken.

THWACK!

I screamed into my gag as a fiery sensation on my ass brought my thoughts up short. I tried to scuttle forward on my knees. Only that damn other hand of his still held me firmly in place.

THWACK!

"Your Mine." Mal growled as he hit me.

My eyes focused on the ring in front me. It sparkled in the bright kitchen. It was so pretty and perfect. I should have known I wasn't meant to keep it.

THWACK!

Now I tried to scream obscenities through the pain. I doubted he could tell but it almost felt like doing that was standing up to him in some way.

THWACK THWACK THWACK!

Three burning hits landed on my left cheek in a rapid succession as I tried to thrash out from underneath his hand. Could Mal tell somehow what I had tried to scream at him? It had been something about taking that spoon and shoving it so far up his ass he'd-

THWACK!

"Not his! MINE."

It didn't matter if I was silent or if I screamed. It didn't matter if I held still or tried to escape. It just kept going.

After a while, I felt Mal stop and gently massage the swollen red marks on my ass. He pulled my legs out from underneath me so I lay flat on the granite. I almost relaxed, convinced it was over. But I wished I had kept count. Because a moment later the pain began again, only now he focused the searing spoon on my tender thighs. I cried out through my gag. It hurt so much. But somehow, I began to feel my pussy twitch in response to each hit. What was happening? No! It couldn't be.

Thankfully at that moment, the spanking ended. I breathed a sigh of relief. When Mal touched my warm tender skin I flinched. But he was gentle and just massaged my thighs. It helped a little.

Then his hands returned to my own. Finally, he released them. My strained shoulders sagged in relief as I brought my arms in front of me and curled into a ball on my side. I wanted to roll over and press the cool soothing granite against my burning ass and thighs. But I couldn't bring myself to move from this position. It didn't feel safe, but it felt safer. I felt his hands stroking my hair and my body. I heard his voice talking, but I couldn't focus on it.

I had never done something like this before. I had roleplayed it online and read about it in books. It had always been hot. But I had never imagined it could hurt so much. And yet somehow, I was turned on. I was in pain that was undeniable. But there had been little shocks deep inside me with each strike. And they didn't feel all bad. I shuddered at the thought that this man, no. This monster might be able to turn those little shocks into something more.

No! I berated myself. This was just about routine. I had trained my brain to think spankings were hot. It had nothing to do with him. And everything to do with years of reading dark twisted literature. Besides, I would never do that again. The pain had been overwhelming. Then again, it had almost become something else. Mal's words were still falling softly from above. I tried to focus on them.

"-was your first time. But you did well, little one. I know it doesn't seem like it, but spankings can be pleasurable too. I was hard on you I know, but you need to understand that if you disobey me the consequences won't be enjoyable."

My eyes were still closed, but I felt him lean over me and kiss my forehead. I didn't even react.

"I'm going to get your things ready. Take a moment. I'll be back and then you will choose what you want to bring with you." The air stirring around me was the only sign he had walked away. The man moved with the silent grace of a jungle cat.

I lay there in subspace. Submissive space... Huh maybe that's why they call it that? My thoughts ran in circles. I couldn't help but try to figure out what I could have done differently. Never chat online with anyone? Yes. if I got out of this I would delete all my social media accounts. This will never happen again. I'll be more careful, I'll get an alarm system installed. But first I have to escape.

Wait. What had he said? Something about getting my things ready? It sounded like the second location was coming. And that made a certain part of my anatomy wonder, what else did he have planned? No! don't go there, I told myself. He can't be trusted. You have to escape. I opened my eyes, hoping he was out of sight.

As I reached down towards my ankles, I prayed Mal hadn't used locking cuffs on them. But I was lucky. It seemed he had just tied them together. The knots were tight from my struggles, but undoing tight knots is the most wonderful thing about having long and strong nails. The sound of drawers opening in my bedroom kept me apprised of his presence. I didn't know how much time I had. I worked a finger into the knot of silk and with a little more tugging, it finally came undone. How I longed to undo the ball gag as well. But I couldn't waste any time.

I rolled off the counter silently. Surprised at my own grace, considering my soreness. I pulled up my pajama bottoms, grabbed the ring off the counter, and began to creep across my living room floor. The door to my apartment was just ten feet away. A bit further, eight feet away, 5 five away. The silence was suffocating.

Wait. There were no more sounds of movement from the other room. just... Silence.

I looked behind me towards my bedroom door. He stood there in the doorway, his tall frame filling it up. If I had thought his expression was dark before, It was nothing compared to now.

I turned and I sprinted towards the door, it was just an arms length away. Almost there. I reached out, my hand was inches from the knob. I grabbed it. Yes! And then he grabbed me.

Two large muscled arms snaked around my waist and pulled me away from the door. I managed to grip the knob for a brief hopeful moment and then it slipped from my fingers. I tried to scream again as he yanked me back against him. Why hadn't I taken the gag out? If I could just make some noise, then a neighbor might hear me. I poured all the strength of my lungs into another scream. A louder sort of squeal filled the air. But it wasn't loud enough.

The arms around me tightened as I struggled. I had to get away now, he would kill me for trying to escape him. And for trying to marry George. I just knew it.

I thrashed and cried and yelled with everything I had. Until I managed to get one of my arms free and I raked my nails deeply into his biceps. Yes, get his DNA under your nails, I thought to myself. He'll kill me anyways. I could picture the cast of Bones clustered around my dead body. Just make sure to check my nails guys. I thought to myself as I drove my elbow into the man behind me. I heard him grunt in pain but he didn't let go.

"Kitten! Stop!" He shouted at me, repositioning his arms to hold both of mine down. I shoved my head backwards as hard as I could. I felt pain shoot through the back of my head as I connected with something hard. Another grunt filled the air. But he just held me tighter.

"KATE!" I thrashed a moment more. But his arms tightened so much that I couldn't breathe. Fighting for air, I finally slowed. What was the point anyways? I had gotten a couple good shots in, but I was still fucked. Then I realized with a shock that he had said my name. Hadn't he said that wasn't my name anymore? Was he changing his mind? Was I a person to him now?

"That's it, Kitten..." Mal said in a calm voice. I shook my head. No, I wasn't a person to him. He relaxed his hold only enough so I could pull air into my lungs again. He was so much taller and broader than me, I was an average sized woman but somehow I felt tiny in Mal's grip. With both of his arms wrapped around my torso all he had to do was lean back and my feet left the ground.

He carried me over to the couch once more. Then he pushed me down onto it and began pulling my arms behind me again. Though exhausted, I half heartedly tried to keep my hands in front of me. But he was too strong. As I lay face down on the couch, he brought them together behind me once more and tied them with more silky material.

When my hands were secured, he moved to my legs and pulled down my pajama bottoms again. I whimpered and tried to pull my legs up under my chest but he growled and yanked my knees out from under me by my ankles. He finished removing my bottoms and underwear. I heard the clothes fall to the floor. And then his hands were securing my feet together once more.

I sobbed through the gag. I had never felt more vulnerable, at least I was still wearing my purple tank top. As if he could read my mind I felt his hands turn me over and he gripped the shirt and tore it open down the front, pushing the pieces over my shoulders and leaving my small breasts bare. I closed my eyes knowing my last bit of modesty and meager protection was gone.

"Look at me Kitten." His voice was in front of me. I furrowed my brow. Not wanting to look at him. I wanted to hide in the only way that felt possible right now. I felt a sharp pinch in my nipple and gasped, opening my eyes. Mal's face hovered inches in front of mine, his brown eyes drilling into my own. The pressure on my nipple eased as I opened my eyes, but it didn't disappear.

"That was very bad." He admonished in a stern but gentle tone. "I told you to never try to run from me."

My mind went back to his words, if I tried to escape him I'd get a permanent reminder? What was a permanent reminder?

I looked at him with absolute terror. He smiled gently. And the hand not holding my nipple went to my cheek.

"But I understand you weren't thinking clearly. You're scared and your instincts are telling you that you're in danger. However, you will learn to fight those instincts and obey me, right?"

I nodded vigorously, having never felt less guilty about lying. He shook his head, chuckled, and stood up. I would have to crane my neck to look up at him now, so I just stared at his knees.

"I'm not going to spank you again. I don't think you can handle it. But I can be very... creative with my punishments."

I couldn't help but look up at Mal at that statement. He was staring down at me with a devilish smile, so I turned away immediately. I tried to burrow into the couch as if that could protect me. There was some movement from in front of me and then a grunt. When I looked up, I saw Mal was jacking off in what appeared to be my underwear while watching me possessively.

One hand worked his shaft while the other fisted the polkadot fabric against the head of his penis. He was big, almost three inches wide and nine in length. As he moved I stared.

I never saw a man jerking off in real life before. I had never even seen a real life penis before. Oh god how could he think that would ever fit in me? My little vibrator was less than half his size. Why couldn't he kidnap someone who wouldn't split in half if he tried to screw them?

As I watched, I had to admit that as far as punishments go, watching him masterbate had been far better than what I had just gone through. I reasoned this to myself as I tried not to think about the burning pain on my thighs and ass. The marks throbbed like a motherfucker. Especially now that the adrenaline and... other feelings had faded.

Mal pumped faster as he watched me. His breath came in pants and he threw his head back and let out a massive groan. I saw spurts of thick white cum fill and cover my underwear. It even dripped onto the faux wood laminate floor. How could there be so much? I wondered.

Mal sighed in satisfaction as he knelt in front of me again. He held the underwear up for me to see, still dripping cum on my previously clean floor. I looked at him in confusion. He chuckled darkly and put it down beside him on the coffee table. He reached towards my head and I flinched, until I realized he was removing the ball gag.

As he pulled the gag out again, I took a deep breath through my mouth and opened my lips to say something. But before I could, he quickly brought something towards my lips. I tried to turn away and close my mouth. But then he expertly gripped my bottom jaw in his large hand, his fingers dug into my cheeks pushing the flesh between my teeth. I found I couldn't close my mouth anymore. With his other hand, he brought the cum covered panties up to my open lips. I jerked and yelled, but the sound was quickly muffled as he shoved the panties deep in.

The salty taste assaulted me and I gagged, horrified at the thought of what was in my mouth. I tried to spit them out. But before I could, he was pushing the ball gag between my lips once more. In less than a second, he had the gag secured. I shook my head and moaned in disgust, as if that would rid me of the taste. The panties and the ball filled up all the space in my mouth. There wasn't even room to push them away from my tongue, I could feel the sticky fabric pressing relentlessly against it.

I heard him laugh jovially above me and I glared up at him, pouring all of my fury into my gaze and promising retribution. He just kept chuckling and reached down to pat one of my stuffed cheeks as I tried to twist away.

I gagged again. Not just at the taste but at the feeling of the fabric coming far too close to the back of my tongue. I shook my head a few more times, then leaned back into the couch and looked up at him. Now pleading with my eyes to take them out.

He smiled at me and reached out to stroke my hair. I didn't pull away hoping that would be enough of a concession for him to think I learned my lesson.

"You look so cute, like that pet. Your mouth filled with my cum and that desperate, submissive look in your eyes. You'll get used to the taste of me. One day I'll have to get even more creative with punishments because my come will be as normal as a glass of water to you. In fact..." He continued as his hands possessively wandered over my body. "I think I'll feed it to you every day from now on, my little toy."

My eyes closed again. I was done fighting for now. I couldn't take anymore. Between the pain of my ass and the taste in my mouth, my own senses even held me prisoner. I felt another condescending pat on my cheek, and I finally heard him move away from me.

"I guess I'll be doing your packing, Kitten. It's just as well. You won't need most of these things anymore." I heard his voice grow muffled as he went into my bedroom again. I lay there so helpless but also a little bit... turned on? God damnit how could I be turned on?

It wasn't the unpleasant taste that was doing it, I had never been a fan of salty foods. It was the concept. It was the fact that this was his sperm he had forced inside me. That he had marked me in a way I couldn't escape from. I was at his mercy.

I knew it was wrong to feel this way. And I told myself I would get away and never do anything like this again. But how could something be disgusting, humiliating and scary and yet so damn hot. I could taste him so strongly. I could feel his essence had seeped around my tongue and was pooling underneath and into every bit of spare space left in my mouth. The idea of what was in my mouth was horrifying. There was no doubt about it. I wanted it out. I wanted this to be over. But a stupid part of me loved the humiliation and wanted more.

I drifted for god knows how long. There was a clock in the kitchen, but it might as well be in France. Occasionally I would tug on my bonds and try to twist out of them, but it appeared to be a useless effort.

I heard movement from the bedroom and suddenly Mal was in front of me, looking at me with a fond expression and a stuffed duffel bag in his hand. He leaned down in front of me and I whimpered. As he reached towards my face and I almost pulled away. But I wanted my damn panties out of my mouth more than anything at the moment. So I held still and felt the gag release.

I immediately spat the cum soaked cloth out of my mouth and onto the ground. Then I glanced up at him in time to see a washcloth coming towards my face.