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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.
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Indoctrintation
by Night Owl
Chapter 9: A Fool’s Pact
Shane quickly pulled off his t-shirt, enjoying the way her eyes traveled down his body. He was well-muscled due to many long hours of working out in the gym. His sandy blonde hair stood out even in the darkness of her cell. When he pulled off his jeans, Amber could already see his growing erection bulging obscenely through the tight confines of his briefs.
"Is this what you've been waiting for?" The smile he gave her was predatory and dangerous. Amber shuddered.
Shane's mouth descended on her neck, his tongue peeking out to taste her here and there. Amber tried to twist and turn to get away, but his bulk was too much for her slight frame.
"Please," she whispered, "you shouldn't do this. Raven will . . ."
"Raven isn't here," he broke in, "and you're in no position to tell me what to do." He then followed his answer with a heavy kiss on her mouth.
It was true, she was completely helpless. She was bound spread-eagled on the bed. She was also becoming unbearably aroused by his touches, no doubt, brought on by the long, teasing session she had with Raven only hours before. But it was Raven she wanted, not this man, whom she grew to detest the most since her abduction.
"Now do as I say, and this will be over before you know it."
Unable to speak, she only nodded. Then he was upon her. When their groins touched, Amber could feel his hardness under the thin, cotton wall of his briefs, and echoed it with her own moist reaction. He slathered wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and around her breasts. The open air cooled her damp skin. Her nipples grew taut and erect. She felt betrayed by her own body, as it reveled in the delicious sensations that her mind still refused to accept. When his mouth found one nipple, he lapped at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Unable to control herself, Amber moaned out loud as he bit down, then drew the tip of his tongue over the captured nub. She pulled against her restraints, but the bindings held firm in keeping her useless limbs splayed outward.
"Please . . ." she choked.
He released her quivering nipple and slowly covered her open armpits in wet, ticklish kisses. The feeling was unbearable and goose bumps broke out all over her smooth, almond skin. A silent, unseen battle raged on inside between her mind and her body, the former trying to regain control over the later. When Shane tried to kiss her again, she turned her head away in denial.
"Hmmm, hard to get," he grinned. "I like that."
Holding her chin steady, he pressed his lips hard against hers, and explored her mouth with intensity. His left hand ambled downward between her legs. Fingers the size and feel of railroad spikes started to probe the moist darkness there. The heat began to intensify between their bodies. She could smell him. The musky scent of his sweat blended with the damp, mossy smell of the room. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, her breasts smashing flat against his heavy chest. Amber reeled at the sensations. Her mind was losing the battle; held virtual hostage by the physical cravings of her own body, which now seemed to have a will of its own. Whatever fears Amber had of Raven melted away, as well as her dislike for the man lying on top of her.
"I've wanted you since that first day you walked in," Shane whispered. "So don't think I'm going to be gentle with you just because it's our first time."
He buried his face in her neck. Amber could feel the heat peeling off of him, mingling with her own body heat, making them sweat even more. All she could smell was sweat -- his and hers, intensifying, dizzying. Shane's hands wandered from her breasts to her thighs and back again, seemingly unable to stay still. Suddenly, he swept his briefs off, then plunged into her without warning. Amber drew a breath, her stomach dropped.
As the urgent need for release intensified within her, her defiant body rebelled against her will, quivering with desire and in anticipation of the delicious release which would follow. She moaned again and writhed beneath him. Her head lolled back as she gave in to the sensations. Shane picked up the tempo, his blood pumping furiously, his heart pounding. The impact of each thrust jarred her body like a rag doll. Amber was tittering on the brink. She clenched her teeth as another warm wave of pleasure spread from her loins, moving swiftly to engulf her. For what seemed like an eternity she hovered on the edge. With a final thrust, Shane buried his phallus deeply in her, she expected him to withdraw but he stayed embedded within her, finally tipping her over the edge. Amber cried out in frustration as the intense orgasm gripped her, racking her helpless body in spasms. Her walls convulsed around Shane's immense shaft, gripping it tightly until it throbbed and flooded her with semen.
After several long minutes, Shane removed his flaccid penis and got dressed. As her mind and body returned back to earth, Amber realized that she had just experienced (or suffered) the most intense orgasm in months, and felt mortified by how it occurred. Then Shane spoke up, giving Amber no chance for thought or reflection.
"It's time you and I understood each other," he said. "I can make your stay here a hell of a lot more easier . . . perhaps even arrange for your escape if the time is right."
For the first time, Amber had hope that she would get out of this place. She only nodded and listened carefully.
"I'll be coming back for a taste every now and then," he continued, "and all you have to, is keep your mouth shut. Not that I really care if you tell anyone. I'll just deny it. Then it'll be your word against mine. And who do you think they'll believe?"
"You," she answered obediently.
"That's right. And I'd hate to see Raven mark up that pretty little body of yours. So we'll just make this our little secret. Understood?"
Amber nodded.
"Smart girl."
"You said you could get me out of here?"
"We'll see," he zipped his pants. "It isn't easy getting someone out. It's not impossible either. That might sound like I'm bullshitting you, but the fact is, I'm the only chance you've got. So keep that in mind."
Amber nodded again as he loosened her bindings. She wouldn't have thought it possible that she could be even more repulsed by this man -- not just in the way he used her, but in how he treated her now. Shane considered her nothing more than a vessel, a means to his own end. He was not like Raven at all. Amber also knew he wasn't being truthful about letting her go, and that his visits to her room would most-likely bring nothing in return. But he was right about one thing. She had no choice in the matter.
"Now go clean yourself up."
Shane sat back on the cot and watched her as she went to the toilet. Amber wondered what would happen if Raven found out. Would they both be punished? She thought of saying something to Raven, but then quickly pushed the idea aside, fearing that it would only make her situation worse. When she was done at the sink, she moved silently back to the bed, glancing nervously at the camera above.
"I wouldn't worry about that," he grinned. "I'll just switch the tape with an older one. They'll never know the difference. Now come lie down, so I can strap you in."
Shane bent forward and planted a hard kiss on her forehead as he tightened the last restraint around her wrist.
"Remember," he said, "not a peep out of you."
Then he left.
(continued)
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