Captured 5

What she didn’t know was that even there I had cameras watching her. I had seen her masturbate herself to orgasm with her fingers trying desperately to do what mine could to her. I had seen the frustration in her face and body as it slumped against the shower walls, and I could see it now. I didn’t need to tell her I was watching. I think we both knew by now, and Alice didn’t ever stop doing what she did. She desperately sought release from the buildup of sexual tension she seemed to get every time I entered the room.

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Alice Pov:::

I hated what this had become. It was routine. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I wasn’t supposed to ache in the shower, fingers sliding between

my sexes, trying to copy what he had done to me. I shouldn’t let my eyes linger on his pants a little too long, wanting to feel that hard bulge deep inside of me. That wasn’t what was supposed to happen. I was supposed to hate him. The police were supposed to come. I was supposed to be free, but I was learning not everything went as expected. I certainly wasn’t supposed to be sitting here, remembering a dream I had the night before as he talked to me.

“What are you becoming, Alice?” He asked for the third time since I had arrived here. I had tried to count the days, but I knew it had to be past a week now. I knew the answer he wanted.

“A slave.” I said, and the word was like acid on my tongue, but it also sent a thrill of pleasure through me.

“Your slave. I’m yours. Oh God.” I would shout as he had me bent over the bed. His hands pulled my ass up higher in the air, making my calves strain as I was on tip toes so he could get deeper inside of me, filling me. His voice interrupted my memory of the dream.

“How are you coming to terms with that?” He asked, seeming genuinely curious as I ate the lunch he had brought me. It was a sandwich with chips and a glass of soda. My favorite soda to be precise. I hated when he treated me nice. The lines were blurring too much. Good and bad. I hated thinking he was kind. I didn’t answer. He chuckled. I didn’t need to answer.

“Do you know the only thing I haven’t done to you that you’ll need to get used to, Alice?” He said, teasing me with my name again, making me tune into him. I knew what he was talking about. The dream played in my head again.

I could feel him against me, driving into me deeper than any man had ever reached. He was better than his fingers had ever been. He was thick and hard, and he reached around to pinch my nipple with one hand, making me arch back against him, pushing him deeper. I came, hard and violently in a release like I could never get on my own. It was only something he could force out of me, forcing me to endure pleasure I’d never find in the soft, gentlemen I had before him.

“No.” I said softly.

“Treated you like a woman.” He said, “I’ve shown you pain. I’ve shown you pleasure.” He said, taking a sip of his scotch as he watched me eat. There was no need for the chain anymore. I knew better than to run. He had informed me quite coolly before that we were quite a ways away from anything, and not even in the same state as we were before. I wanted to believe he had been lying, but his voice told me differently. I knew what he was getting at, but I didn’t want to think about.

“I hadn’t fucked you yet.” He said, spitting it out, and there it was between me and my captor. I looked at him, biting my lip and my breathing hitched. I was getting wet, and I couldn’t hide it. I was sure that he knew. He knew me better now than I had ever known myself, and I hated it. It also thrilled me.

“Do you want me too?” He asked, and his voice was softer than it had ever been before. His eyes were cool. They were still intense when I looked up. I couldn’t answer, and that all too familiar smirk curled over his lips.

“Think about it, Alice. You know what you are now. What you’ve become. Do you want me to fuck you or do you only want the pain this life can offer? Will you take the pleasures it has for you as well?” He said, and he got up.

I was sure that he was going to get up and bend me over. Just like in my dream, but he left. I heard the familiar click, telling me I was locked in, and I sat there. For the first time, I was stunned. My mouth was dry, my breathing was heavy, and I was left with the most traitorous word on my lips.

Yes. I both wanted it and hated myself for wanting it. There was no way I could deny how much I was aching for it. I couldn’t even curse the thought anymore. The air seemed thicker now. Things were about to heat up in this frigid room. If only I could say ‘yes’. I don’t think I can say no. I thought, and it terrified and excited me.

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Damon Pov:::

I knew that it was unlike me to actually sample a woman I was planning on selling, but that was exactly what had been nagging at me. I wasn’t sure if I really did plan to sell her. Not really, at least. I was going to display her as a trophy at the exhibition.

She was a prize figure eight, in target range with all of the physical attributes that many people required in the field. She would be the perfect trophy to show, and it was obvious that I she had once had a little fire in her as well.

Alice was perfect, and if I sold her, I knew that I’d be getting a high price. Certainly, she’d be a small fortune if auctioned correctly. I mused, and yet the idea of selling her didn’t appeal to me as it would with most. Leaving her in her own thoughts for two days had been easier said than done. I wanted her. My body ached for her.