Captive

6: Exposed

Erin

I woke up to light. At first I was confused. I had grown accustomed to waking up in the dark that it felt strange for their to be light. I laid on the mattress, listening for the faintest sound of my captor to indicate he was on his way, but the door stayed close. I wasn’t sure whether he meant to leave it on or whether it was an accident, but I cried. I sobbed into my hands, but not tears of sadness. These were tears of relief. No longer would I be forced to sit hours and days on end in the dark, with nothing but fearful thoughts and an overactive imagination.

As I wipes away the tears. I turned to the empty side of the mattress. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was laying in his arms. I couldn’t help but wonder when he left. Did he leave just as he fell to sleep, or did he stay a while, holding me in his embrace. I glanced over towards where the shattered plate had fell and noticed not a single piece remained. Oh boy, I must of been out cold. But what could I of expected after that orgasm. I wasn’t by any means sexually experienced. I was nineteen. The limits of my experience was my first boyfriend, who tried the jack hammer approach, or a number of one night stands at University. And for many of them my only memory was waking up with them naked in my bed the next morning. Often, I had laid in bed, my own hand between my legs, wondering why a guy just didn’t seem capable of pleasing me the same way he pleased me last night. The more I lingered on the memories of his strong, possessive grip on my wrist as he bought me to orgasm, the more I felt the need return.

I looked up to where the camera sat. The red light continued to blink away. How often did he watch me? He couldn’t always be watching me, he must work or do something. The night we first met he informed me he ran a business transporting medical supplies. I wondered if that was true? A human trafficking ring seemed more of his area of expertise. I was definitely voting he was telling me the truth though. But either way I could imagine he was too busy to check up on me. I leaned back into the mattress, my hand moving down to my pussy. I tried to replicate his teasing touch as I stroked the, area around. My hand moved its way in to my knickers, as I heard the familiar sound of the key.
I instantly moved my hand away, hoping he wouldn’t work out the scent of sex which lingered around me.

“Don’t stop on my account.,” he commented as he carried in a bundle of fabric, balancing a plate of food on top. My instantly turned towards the cameras suspiciously. “No my sweet kitty. The look on your face gave it away. I have it ingrained in my mind from when you were begging me to bring you to orgasm.,” I could feel the heat instantly rise in my face, as I tried to Bury myself into the mattress. I felt the mattress dip next to me, and his hand stroke my matted and greasy hair..”There’s no need to be shy my kitty. I’ll have you doing and enjoying much worse very soon. “ those words shocked me back into reality. For the first time waking up in this room I had only thought about how much I was. How lucky I was to have light, how lucky I was to of fallen sleep in his arms, how lucky I was that I had been made to orgasm by his touch. I had seemed to forget that I was actually living a real life nightmare. He was like the devil, controlling my life, and I didn’t know half of what he was capable of.

“Right, I haven’t got all day and my little kitten needs feeding.” As he stood up from the mattress I sat back up, keeping my eyes focused on the floor. I stayed like that, even as he fed me the first bite of the sandwich. As I was eating I heard the door open again. I jumped back, and tried to cover up my bare breasts. My eyes trained at the door, waiting for the mystery visitor to enter. I watched as the door open and in walk in a tall and muscly man, carrying an old fashioned bath into the cell. He placed it on the floor and nodded to my captor before turning to exit.

“Just one moment Alex.” My captor said to the man.

“What else can I help you with, Sir?” Alex asked. My captor had a wicked grin on his face as he turned back to me.

“Kitty, if I wanted you to cover yourself I would of allowed you clothes. Hands down.” I kept flickering my eyes between the two men. My grasp on my chest to cover my boobs tightened as I shook my head. My captor yanked on my arms and pulled them away from my chest, holding them behind my back with one of his hands. The position forced my chest forward, further exposing me. I struggled to get free but his grip wouldn’t budge.

“Get off me!” I screamed, “Let me go.” From behind my captor grabbed my chin and forced me to look at Alex.
Alex stood still, almost like a soldier. His eyes looked towards the ceiling, every few seconds flicking to me for the tiniest of moments. The only sign his body showed of him reaching to the situation was the growing bulge inside his pants.

My captors hands moved down from my neck and over my nipples. With a quick and sharp twist I squealed in pain.

“What do you think then Alex, did I get myself a good one? “ My captor laughed, as I continued to fight from his grasp.

“She looks very lovely Sir. “ Alex now stared towards my body, as though he had been granted permission.

“Your nipples are hard my kitten. I wonder just how wet you are. I know how turned on you get when I get rough with you.” My captor mocked. “Shall we get Alex to check?” My fight increased as I watched Alex step towards me.

“Please no..” I cried “Please master. Don’t let him touch me.” My hopes to please my captor by referring to him as Master didn’t seem to work, his grip only seemed to get tighter. I couldn’t decide whether I was more scared of this stranger having his hands all over my pussy, or that he would confirm that my captor was true. The moment I felt my captors grip of my increase, I felt the desperate need in my pussy heighten, yearning for his touch.
Alex grabbed hold of my panties, ripping them off in one yank. Now I was fully exposed, a position even my captor hadn’t seen me in until now. My kicking stopped, as I opted to squeeze my legs together to hide my nudity. Alex yanked my legs apart, roughly running his fingers along my pussy. Alex didn’t even need to confirm how wet I was. The squelching sound of his fingers entering into my pussy confirmed it for me.

“Remember. If I wish to show you off to my employees, you obey. You are mine, and I shall do as I wish with you. “ My captor growled into my ear. “Do you understand.”

“ Yes master.” I sobbed, willing for the ordeal to be over.

Alex continued to fuck me with his fingers. His touch was rougher and less skilled then my captor. But my body still yearned for release as my captor continued to tease my nipples with his spare hand.

My moans grew louder as I came more desperate for release. “Beg me.” My captor ordered, “no matter who is between your legs, your orgasms still belong to me.”

I couldn’t part with the feelings of shame as my pussy was finger fucked by some stranger. But I knew my captor wouldn’t relent until I gave in.

“Please Master. Please may I cum.” I moaned as I came towards the edge.
My captor waited a few seconds before agreeing. I orgasmed instantly. My feet gave way, and my captors grip on my wrists were the only things holding me up.

“That is all Alex. “My captor said. I watched as Alex exited the room with a curt knob, as if this was a normal occurrence for him everyday at work. My captor let go of my wrists, leaving me to collapse into a ball on the floor. “Take this as a good lesson my kitty, as next time you’ll be the one doing the servicing. As I laid on the floor I watched as he knelt down next to the old metal bath, before rolling up and sleeves and dipping in his hand to check the temperature.

“My initial plan was to treat my dirty kitty to a nice bath as a reward for such good behaviour. I even bought some clothes for you to change in to. But you will remain naked until your behaviour improves. However I will still allow you to bathe, I doubt I’ll be able to get hard if your smell gets any worse.” He commented as he wrinkled his nose up at me. Part of me wanted to be offended, but after days or even a week without a wash I could only imagine the state I was currently in. Perhaps that was the positive of being in a windowless cell.”

“Thank you Master.” I said, as I took his outstretched hand. And I was actually thankful to be given the opportunity to clean myself up.

A/N: This was not the original plan for the chapter when I sit down to write it. It just kinda happened and I ain't made about it.
Hope you enjoy!