Taken

“I say we have probable cause,” the detective said. “We know she was in the area. This is the only place she could be.”

His partner shook his head. “We don’t know any such thing. We only think she was here.”

“I know she was here,” the first detective said as he started to walk towards the mansion.

Again, his partner shook his head, but he followed his partner to the house. “You better be right on this,” he said, “because if you’re not, it’s both our butts on this one.”

“I know I’m right,” said the first detective.

No one answered their knock but when they tried it, the knob turned in their hands.

“Someone’s expecting us?” said the second detective.

The first detective pulled out his gun. “Either that,” someone said, “or maybe, someone just doesn’t care what we find here.”

The detectives moved in to the mansion. The foyer was broad and wide. “”It’s the police,” called out one of the officers. “Is anyone there?”

There was no answer and the men moved further on into the mansion.

The foyer opened up onto a large and opulent room but what the detectives found under the far wall caused the men to pull up short. Both men had their guns out and both of them surveyed the room. There were two bodies in the middle of the room. Something was very, very wrong.

The two men had been shot and by the looks of them, the shootings had not occurred all that long ago. The detectives surveyed the room. Other than the two bodies bleeding all over the tile floor, the rest of the room reeked of wealth and distinction.

A tapestry stood on the wall near where the two men were bleeding. The tapestry extended almost from the floor to the ceiling. Almost, but not quite. From the way the tapestry was hung, it was clear that there was another one behind it, another one that was almost totally obscured by the one in front. All the detectives could see of the one behind it was a pair of women’s eyes and nothing else. It was almost as if the eyes of the woman were peering over the top of the first tapestry.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of one of the detectives and he pulled the tapestry in front aside, and that’s when he saw the entire picture. The woman in the tapestry that lay underneath was clearly sophisticated and elegant, and she was also clearly bound and gagged.

And she wasn’t the only one. There were ten other tapestries underneath. All of them pictured exquisite young women, all of them clearly chic and fashionable. Some of them were tied and some were bound to various trappings and fittings. Some of them were gagged and some of them were not. Some of them were in pain and some of them loved it. Some of them were whipped and some of them were tortured. Some of them were bleeding, and all of them were girls that had been reported as missing. All of them were pictured with their eyes at the top of the tapestry. All of them were pictured so that when the first tapestry was in place, only their eyes would look out at the room beyond.

The first detective turned and looked at his partner. “We have to find that girl.”

Cleo Kincaid groaned as she finally started to come to her senses. She was in a dark room but that’s all she knew about where she was. She groaned again. The room sounded big, but she wasn’t all that sure even about that.

Her senses started to clear a little and the fog started to lift, and only then did she realize that her hands were tied behind her and that she was naked. She screamed and then she screamed again, but for all her effort, nothing happened.

The young heiress screamed again as reality intruded in upon her. Benny and Rocco. Oh mny God, they shot them. They shot them. They shot Benny and Rocco.

Benny and Rocco were her bodyguards but they weren’t here now. She didn’t know what had happened to them. She didn’t know where they were or even if they were alive. All she knew was that she was alone.

“Where am I,” she yelled in frustration. “What do you want with me?”

There was no answer.

“What do you want with me?” she asked.

Still, there was no answer.

“What do you want with me,” the girl sobbed. “What do you want with me? What do you want?” The girl suddenly seemed to realize that she’d been kidnapped. “What do you want with me?” she asked again.

“Would you shut the hell up,” said a faceless voice.

“Who is it? Who’s there,” the girl cried. “Please. Please, let me go. My daddy will pay you anything if only you’ll let me go. Please, let me go.”

The faceless voice just barked out a laugh. “Foolish, little girl. Is that all you think this is? A common kidnapping? Please. I would not presume to be so mundane.”

“Then what?” the girl cried. “What do you want of me?”

The owner of the faceless voice stepped into the light. “I’m going to fuck you,” he told the young heiress. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you my bitch, my slave. My needs will become your needs. My wants will be your desires. And if you fail, I will punish you without mercy. From this point onward, your body exists solely to give me pleasure.”

The girl looked at the man in fear. “Please,” she begged. “Please, don’t do this to me.”

The man just smiled as he stepped closer to the bound girl. He grabbed her by the hair and then he pulled her face up off the floor and he hit her hard. “Don’t,” he said in a low, forceful tone, “don’t ever disrespect me again. You will do whatever I tell you to. Do you understand?”

The girl just sobbed even as the man held her so he slapped her hard.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes,” the girl stammered.

The man slapped her again. “You speak when you’re spoken to, and you call me Master or Sir.”

“Please,” the girl sobbed. “Please let me go.”

The man slapped her hard. “I told you not to disrespect me. I told you how to address me, but you failed. Well, never mind, you will learn how to give the respect that is due.”

The girl was still sobbing as the man pulled her by the hair. She yowled with pain but the man was unrelenting and she quickly followed the man where the man led her.

Where the man led her was to a wall. The girl briefly had time to notice some of the rings and other accroutements on the wall before the man was pulling her arms up. Manacles were clasped around her wrists and then the ropes that had bound her were undone and in the next moment, the manacles were being winched upward. The girl’s arms were pulled high over her head so that she had to stand on her tiptoes just to keep the pain in her arms at a minimum.

“Let’s see how you like that,” the man told her and then he left the girl alone.

The girl soon found that she could not stand on her tiptoes indefinitely, but every time she tried to lower herself, the restraints pulled at her arms and caused her pain so that she would whimper and then would again hoist herself up on top of her aching toes.

The girl had no idea just how long she had been restrained that way. All she knew was that her muscles and joints were aching. Her body moved up and down almost like a yoyo and still, there seemed to be no relief in sight.

And relief was something that the girl desperately needed because as seconds turned into minutes and as minutes dragged interminably into hours, the girl realized something else. She needed to go to the bathroom and she needed it bad. She began to yell and to beg, but no one came to help her.

The feeling in her loins was becoming more and more intense. She needed relief and the need was desperate and still, no one came to help her.

The girl could feel it, the now-constant pressure in her loins. She needed to pee so badly, but she couldn’t. She sobbed and wept. She begged for mercy, but there was no mercy to be had.

Finally, the girl gave into h
er body’s need and as her pee started to flow, she sobbed in part with desparation and in part with relief as her bladder finally emptied itself.

She knew she was wetting her pant
ies. She knew her pee was leaking out of her soaked panties. She could feel the pee running down her legs and still, she could do nothing to help herself.

And still, it was not over. The girl could feel the longing in her bottom, the longing to relief herself. She couldn’t do that, she told herself. She had to hold it.

But it was so hard. She held it for a while longer but her body was failing. She couldn’t condentrate on keeping herself on her tiptoes and on keeping her ass from relieving itself but she kept trying desperately, trying depserately to hold off the inevitable.

Finally though, Cleo couldn’t help herself. Her sphincter released its hold on the load it was holding back and the girl sighed as she let her shit fill her panties.

And still the man did not return. Cleo hung there by her mannacles. She was starting to stink and there was nothing she could do about it. She was in pain and there was nothing she could do about that either.

The man finally returned hours later. How many hours later, Cleo didn’t know. All she knew was her body was tired and aching and she would do whatever he told her to if only he would let her down.

“So, are you ready to give yourself to me?” the man asked.

“Y-y-yes,” the girl stammered.

The man shook his head. “Still disrespecting me,” the man said as he turned to leave.

It took the girl a couple seconds to realize her mistake. “Yes, Master,” she called out. “I said it. Master. Yes, Master. Please, let me down. Please, let me down. Please, Master. Please let me down.”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The man just walked away.

The girl had no idea how long it was before the man finally returned but by the time he did, she knew she would agree to whatever he wanted from her.

“So how about it, Slave,” the man asked when he returned, “are you ready to be a good girl?”

“I … I … I’m ready, Master,” she replied.

“That’s good. You’re sure?”

“Yes, Master, I’m sure.”

The man smiled. “You’re a quick study. I like that. I knew you would be.”

“Thank you, Master,” the girl replied, still hoping that the man would let her down.

And finally, he did. The girl sobbed with relief as her heels touched the floor and then her knees buckled underneath her. She pitched forward onto her hands and knees and she could feel the shit and the piss in her panties even more.

The man towered over her and then he knelt beside her. “Are you my slave?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” the girl sobbed.

The man spanked her right on the seat of her tight designer jeans and Cleo felt it, the hand crushing her shit against her little round, bottom.

The girl moaned but she remained quiet. Her master liked that. “Yes, Slave,” he asked, “is there something you want to ask?”

“Please, Master, “I … I … I’ve soiled myself. I n-n-need to change. May I change, please?”

The man smiled at her. “Of course you may,” he told her, “but there’s a catch. Any clothes you take off will never be put on again and I will fuck you as soon as you expose your pussy to me. The choice is yours, but it is the last choice you will ever have so choose wisely.”

The girl thought it over. She didn’t want to be fucked, but she didn’t want to have the shit in her panties. Maybe if she waited, maybe he would get tired of the stench. Maybe, she could get him to change his mind. “I’ll wait, Master,” she said.

“Very well,” the man said. “Let me know if you change your mind,” and with that he got up and left, and suddenly, the girl realized that she would be forced to deal with the smell herself. The man would be immune.

It was getting worse. Released from her restraints, the girl investigated her prison and she found a wash room. Maybe she could wash herself up, and if she did, who would ever know?

She removed her jeans and she removed her panties. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of them and then she ran them under a faucet, trying her best to wash them and wring them out, and then she set about to wash her ass and her pussy. She used the soap she found to wash herself well and then she looked at her clothes. They were still wet, but it would have to do. She didn’t want the man to catch her like this.

“I’ll take those,” she heard a male voice say.

The girl whirled around to find the man standing there. She clutched her clothes to her even as she shook her head. “No, no, no,” she pleaded.

“Don’t make it any harder on yourself than it already is,” the man told her.

“No,” the girl moaned again, “no. Please, no.”

The man just smiled but Cleo was sure she didn’t like the way he smiled. “One last chance,” he told her.

“No,” the girl said defiantly. “No.”

The man simply smiled again and then he took the belt from around his waist. “I see I’m going to have to teach you a lesson,” he told the girl, “and I assure you, this is going to hurt you a whole lot more than it hurts me.”

The girl tried to get away but the man grabbed her by the wrist. He put a hand against her throat and then he shoved her up against a wall. His hand held her there and then he slapped her across the face and then he slapped her again and again.

The girl was crying even as the man grabbed her by the hair and then he was dragging her back to the manacles. When she realized what he intended to do, she felt a surge of energy. She tried to fight back. She did not want to be chained to that wall again.

But then, the man hit her again and the fight went out of her. The girl whimpered pitifully as first one of her hands and then the other of them was locked into the restraints. This time though, instead of standing with her back to the wall, she found herself bent over and facing the wall.

“It’s time,” the man told her, “for you to take your punishment.”

The girl screamed as the belt swatted her bottom and then she screamed again as that belt swung again.

“You will do as I tell you to do,” the man told her as the belt swung again. “When I tell you how things are, then that’s how they are,” and the belt swung again. “You will not resist me,” and the belt swung again. “You will get fucked,” and again, the belt swung, “and you will call me Master. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes, M-m-master, I understand.”

“That’s good,” the man told her even as he continued to beat the girl’s bottom and even as the girl continued to yell and scream.

Finally, the man seemed to ease up with his belt. “You will always do what I say and you will always treat me with respect,” he said, punctuating each word with another swing of his belt. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, M-m-master,” the girl replied, “I understand.”

“All right then.” The man was no under illusion that there would not be more such indiscretions. He expected them and he welcomed them. Part of the fun in having a slave was in breaking her in and bending her to your will. “All right then,” he said again, “it’s time for you to get fucked.”

“Please Master, no.”

The man hit the girl’s ass again. “What did we just get through talking about. You will give me what I need and what I crave.”

The girl whimpered again. “Yes, Master,” she said. “I understand.”

The man hit the girl’s ass again. “You’re going to get fucked,” he said.

The girl didn’t say anything.

For the man, that wasn’t good enough. He hit the girl’s ass and then he hit it again. “I want to hear you say it, Slave. You’re going to get fucked.”

The girl bit her lip but then something slipped inside her as her mind relented to her tormented body. “I’m going to get fucked,” the girl said quietly. “You’re going to fuck me, Master.”

The man grinned and his hand slapped the girl’s ass. “Say it again, Slave. Say you want me to do it. Say it like you mean it
.”

The girl yelped at the slap on her ass and then she moaned. She’d been broken. She would do anything to please this man if only he would stop hitting her. “You’re going to fuck me, Master,” the girl sobbed.
“You’re going to fuck me and I want you to do it.”

The man slapped her ass. “Say it again.”

The young heiress did. Over and over, she repeated herself until she was finally begging the man to please, please fuck her, to please make her his property. He could do whatever he wanted with her. She belonged to him. She would do whatever he wanted to her. She belonged to him.

The man slapped the girl’s ass again. There would be plenty of time to torment her in the days to come, and torment her, he would, but there was something he wanted right then, right now.

Cleo moaned as she felt the man’s cock press between her legs and then he shoved it hard. Pain, pain, incredible pain. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt so bad, and then the cock was pulling back only to plunge itself inside her again.

Cleo cried out as that cock shredded her virgin barrier. What was wrong, the girl wondered. She thought sex was supposed to feel good, but this hurt. This one hurt. It hurt a lot.

Her master’s cock pulled back and it pummeled Cleo’s pussy yet again, and Cleo moaned as her cunt took that cock, and then she moaned again as the pain began to ebb, and in place, there was something else. She knew she was being controlled. She knew she was being used. She didn’t want to give in, but that pleasure was just so deep and so intense.

The girl moaned again. That cock was just so big and so hard. There was no way she could resist that cock. It was just so good.

The man sensed the change in the young woman. He knew she was succumbing to his cock and that just made him fuck her harder. He wanted to take her hard. He’d been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. He’d wanted to break this girl for so very long, and it felt so good.

There was no doubt about it now for the young girl. That cock felt good, really good. She moaned again. She couldn’t help herself. She heard her master groan as he rammed his cock inside her cunt. She wanted to be fucked like this. She wanted to be used for his pleasure, for his pleasure and for hers.

Her master was leaning forward and then he was opening the restraints around her wrists. The girl moaned as the man pulled his cock from between her legs. She wanted to be fucked, and then she checked herself. But it was true, she realized. She did want to be fucked.

And then the master was pulling her off of the wall and he was turning her around and then he was shoving her down on the ground. The girl moaned as she landed heavily on her ass, and then the man was pushing her knees apart and she was kneeling between her thighs.

The girl moaned again as the man pressed his cock against her wanton cunt and then she moaned again as the man shoved himself inside her.

“Play with your tits while I fuck you,” the man ordered and moments later, the girl was squeezing her tits. She wanted to please this man.

The girl moaned again as that cock pounded her pussy. It just felt so good.

Her master pounded away at her pussy and the girl groaned. He kept pounding and she kept moaning. The pleasure was even more intense than it had been before. Something was happening to her, she realized. Something was happening. Oh geez, something was happening.

The girl screamed as her pussy succumbed to that cock and even as it did, she felt the man push himself deep inside her, and then he let out a low growl, as he kept his cock buried deep inside her.

The man finally pulled his flaccid cock out of the young girl’s cunt and then he brought it up over her body. “There you go, Slave,” he told the girl. “There’s a cock for you to suck. Go ahead and get it hard again.”

The girl stared at that member. She could see it glistening in front of him and then she looked up at the master and she shook her head.

The man slapped her hard across the face. “Don’t mess with me, Bitch. I don’t want any of your crap. Now, get your mouth down and suck on that cock.”

The girl moaned as she looked at that cock and then the man hit her again. She moaned again. She couldn’t help it. She let her mouth take that cock.

Eww gross, the girl thought. She could taste the cock that had just been inside her and yet the more she sucked, the more she wanted to suck. The more she sucked, the more she wanted to because she knew it was what her master wanted.

“Yeah, that’s right, Bitch,” the man told her. “You like this because you’re just a cock sucking bitch.”

The girl didn’t say anything. She just kept sucking on that cock. She needed that cock. She needed to suck it. She needed to get it hard.

That cock was getting hard. The more she sucked the harder it got, and the harder it got, the harder the girl sucked.

The girl moaned as her master pulled the cock from her mouth but then he was sliding his cock between her tits. “I want to fuck your tits,” the man told her, “so push your tits together, Slave.”

That was all he had to say. The girl pushed her tits together and the man slid his cock through that fleshy channel. Even without being told to do it, the girl sucked on the head of that cock as it pushed its way past her fleshy mounds.

The man just kept fucking her tits and the girl just kept sucking on him. Finally, the man pulled his cock from between the girl’s tits and again, he pushed his cock in her mouth, and again the girl took the man’s cock. Her hands continued to play with her tits even as she sucked on that cock.

The man was groaning loudly even as the girl sucked him. He pulled his cock from the girl’s mouth and the girl’s mouth tried to follow him, but then he was fisting away on his cock. The girl watched him eagerly as the man stroked his cock, not quite sure what to expect and not quite sure if she wanted it anyway, but knowing that she was going to get whatever happened next because that was what her master wanted.

The man groaned and then his cock unloaded itself. The girl squealed as the first burst of cum lashed her across the face, and then more and more of the stuff kept squirting out. He was cumming, the girl realized, and there was nothing she could do to stop it even if she wanted to.

Her face was covered with cum by the time the man finally stopped pulling on his cock. He pushed his cock against the girl’s mouth and the girl eagerly sucked him inside. “Clean it off, Slave,” was all he said, and that was exactly what she did, working that cock with her mouth until she had finally licked it clean.

The man stood over the prone girl. “Clean yourself up, Bitch,” he told her, “and then we’ll do it again,” and as Cleo crawled toward the wash basin, the man left the room, but she knew he’d be back. She knew he’d come back and take her when the mood suited him, and she knew that when he did come back, she’d be here waiting for him.