Her Captivity Ch. 02

Vanessa

Time had passed. I was sure of it. But I had no idea how much. There was a loop to the audio playing. At first, I tried to keep count of it - how long it was and how many times it repeated. It was eight minutes and some second long. I lost track counting when it repeated for the eighteenth time. Who knew how much time had passed since then.

My throat was raw from the screaming and cursing I had done when I had been left alone. I couldn't eke out a sound even if I had wanted to. The chair was truly bolted to the ground. After all the thrashing I had done, it had not moved an inch. If anything, my wrists and ankles felt rubbed raw - like they had been through the wringer.

All I could do is sit there and listen.

The girl's voice was seductive - whoever was teasing her was doing a good job of it. She sounded so desperate. What was that like? To be that denied?

He had denied me earlier. Was this a previous girl he had treated like me? Was this what I was going to eventually become, no matter how hard I fought against it? Panic started to bubble inside me, but I felt too drained to do something about it.

He never indicated when he would be back or whether he would give me water or food. He could leave me here for a whole day or two.

"Please come back," I said. Or at least I think I said it. It was difficult to tell when all I could hear was moaning.

"Look at that pretty little pink clit. Look how it's standing up - it wants to pretend it's a cock. How pathetic," the male voice laughed. It sounded nothing like my captor. I don't know why that made me relax some and feel less jealous. It was crazy to feel jealous at all.

The girl continued to moan. I wonder how he was touching her. Was he brushing his finger lightly against her clit or her nipples? Was he inserting and removing a vibrator slowly, never letting her pussy get consistent sensation that would push her towards the edge?

I wasn't usually so fixated on cumming. I had never given it much thought whether I would be allowed to do it when the mood struck. God - I wanted to feel as good as she did.

If I moved my hips at the right angle, I could get the panties to tug deeper into my pussy.

I stopped myself. What was I thinking? I needed to figure out how to get out, not get off. It was so hard to focus though with that pull in my pussy. If I could just cum, then I could focus on getting out of here. My pussy wouldn't be able to distract me anymore. The underlying panic I was feeling would no longer be drowned out by the heat in my panties.

"That's right - you're a naughty, drippy slut." My pussy involuntarily clenched at the deep, masculine voice I was hearing. God, he was really making that girl feel good. Even though I had listened to the audio for likely more than the hundredth time, it didn't feel less impactful.

What did it matter if I just tried to grind a little to pass the time? So much time had passed, he was unlikely to be watching me.

I tried to slump down into the chair as much as possible with my limbs bound. The room was oppressively hot - there was no air conditioning or fresh air - and I'd worry about that later. The benefit was that the perspiration meant I could slide up and down in the chair more easily. I wriggled, trying to wedge my panties up my pussy just right.

It helped that I was wearing something with more ass coverage than a thong. It provided more fabric that I could wedge. I felt the fabric scrunch up and give a gentle tug in my pussy.

I moaned at the pressure.

It was nowhere near enough, but it was a start. I twisted in the cuffs, the back and forth providing pressure on my pussy. He had previously pulled my panties up when I was posing for him. I wish he was here now so he could pull them up, but harder and meaner.

"You're going to have to do a better job than that for me to let you cum," the male voice said.

"How can I humiliate myself more for you Sir? It's hard to think."

"Maybe you could rub yourself over my leg like a bitch in heat?"

I felt my nipples harden and wished that I had my hands just so I could pinch them. Touch would feel so good right now - I wouldn't even need a lot of it. Every time I humped the air, my panties would pull just so and it would send an arrow of pleasure straight to my clit. But it wasn't enough. If anything, it felt like I was overall in a worse position than before.

My clit was throbbing - forming any kind of coherent thought was difficult yet I wasn't sure I could ever cum. My abs and legs were also getting tried from the back and forth straining. Even if I had been closer to an orgasm now than I was a minute ago, I still needed to keep this up for longer.

"God, your pussy is producing so much slime. Does it want me to rape it that bad?" the male laughed in my ear. I was mindless at this stage. Just helplessly moving back and forth, relishing every tug on my clit, needing a rougher touch.

It just wasn't enough. The motion was too gentle - I would never get off like this. Yet, I couldn't stop. The alternative was just to sit and throb. How could I just tune out how much I wanted to cum? It wasn't possible.

My abs began to ache. The borderline cramping pain almost felt good. If he had only put something on the chair. Why hadn't he done that when he left me alone like this? Did he forget? Did my demeanor put him off?

If only I hadn't shouted, maybe I'd be able to grind my pussy against something hard right now.

No, no. I couldn't think like that. He was just torturing me. He knew what he was doing when he left me. I needed to transcend this. I needed to block out the squelching and the moaning and the begging that was on loop. I needed to meditate.

I started to pant from the exertion yet my hips couldn't stop moving. I felt a spasm in my core that felt like the beginning of something. Yet it dissipated quickly. I couldn't even close my thighs and try to exert pressure that way. It was cruel leaving me cuffed with my legs open. Didn't I at least deserve to cum? Shouldn't I get one nice thing?

I felt my blindfold start to become wet. Was I crying? I couldn't stand this anymore.

"Help! Help!" I cried out, or at least I think I did.

"You're getting so close to cumming my little fuckpet," the male voice continued.

"I know Sir - I didn't think humping your leg would feel this good. Thank you for the privilege."

"I do like a bitch who knows her place."

It wasn't fair that she'd get to cum. I knew how the audio ended. She always got to cum. Her moans started to get louder and breathier. I wanted to tune her out. I shook my head from side to side, trying to dislodge the headphones. They stayed perfectly in place.

I didn't need a lot, but I needed something more than what I was getting now to cum.

Suddenly the moaning in my ear stopped. The headphones were off.

"Hello?" I said tentatively, willing my hips to stop moving and bucking. I knew he was in the room with me - feeling smug I'm sure - and yet I still needed to cum badly.

"That was a really nice performance. Do you want to know how long it took to get you to that state?"

I said nothing.

"Oh come on - it's no fun when you're quiet. Take a guess. If you're within the hour of the guess, I'll reward you," he said, and then he placed something hard between my legs. My hips helplessly jerked towards it.

He loudly laughed, "do you want to guess what kind of reward you'll get if you guess right?"

"A dildo? That I can hump?"

"No - you have to work your way up to deserve anything cock shaped," he said, his voice teasing. Even in the heat, I felt myself blush at that.

"This is just a plastic piece of pipe I found upstairs. It seems like in your state that even that would be enough?"

"That was a question that I want an answer to by the way."

"Ye - yes," I stuttered.

"Yes - what?"

"Yes - all I need is a plastic pipe to rub on," I said. The meek sounding voice coming out of me made me feel deeply disgusted with myself.

"What a good girl," he cooed, putting his hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair. He grabbed a handful of hair at the top and pulled my head back. I involuntarily clenched my pussy.

"Now - guess how many hours you've been in here. I'm so benevolent that I'm not even going to make you guess the minutes."

I tried to rationally think. The audio was at least eight minutes long - I must have been here at least.... how long?

"Tick tock."

"Six hours," I said in a rush. He laughed again, removing the plastic pipe from between my legs. He must have thrown it because I heard it clatter. I lurched for it, as if the cuffs would budge.

"It was close to four. So close," he said, his voice full of faux disappointment. His hand was still in my hair and I felt his breath on my face.

"I guess I'll have to leave you here like this - you should get some rest. I'll get you a nice headrest attached to that chair so you can get some sleep. I know I'm beat."

"Please don't leave me here like this," I whispered.

"Would moving to a bed be better?"

"No - no - not the sleeping. I - I need to cum," I said in a rush. It was somehow easier admitting that when I was still blindfolded. I didn't need to look him in the eyes. I could pretend I was somewhere else with someone else.

"But you didn't win the wager. It simply wouldn't be fair. What would happen if I wasn't a man of my word?"

"I'm going to go insane," I admitted.

"All it took was a little audio between a guy and his bitch to get you there?"

"I - you know what you did," I said accusingly.

"That tone isn't going to get you anywhere. I'm getting bored of this conversation so I'm going to leave."

"No - please - don't go," I said, my voice truly earnest.

"I'm not sure we have anything else to discuss. You had a long day today - so I'll let you get a couple of hours of rest. It'll help you compose yourself. I don't want you hating me for forcing myself on you. Isn't that what you said to me when I locked you in the trunk? That the only way I could get women was to force myself on them?" he asked, his voice contemplative.

I knew he was playing with me.

"You don't understand how it feels. I - I would feel so much better if I could just cum. I feel - feel sick."

"Oh my," he said, his voice all concern as he put his other hand on my forehead.

"You are a little warm - but no fever was ever cured by cumming your slutty little brains out. You'll feel better after I leave you down here for a while. Don't worry - there will be no audio this time. Nothing to tempt you, in case you thought I was that kind of man."

"Please don't do this. If you let me cum and let me go - I won't tell anyone. I won't go to the police. Nothing - we'll call it even."

That really made him laugh so hard he shook, his head collapsed onto my shoulder as he let go of my hair. After a minute he stopped, turning his head so his breath was blowing in my air. It made me shudder.

"I don't care about making you cum," he said solemnly.

"If you want to cum ever again, you should think about how to improve your begging. If you continue with the sort of pathetic pleading you've been doing now, I am going to gag you and then you'll really feel uncomfortable by the time I'm back," he said and then waited. I wasn't going to say anything more. I knew I didn't want to be gagged.

"I'm going to leave you in the meantime. Unless..." he trailed off.

"Unless?" I quickly jumped in. I knew he was playing me, teasing me, but I couldn't resist. Whatever impulse control I had, had gone out the window after four hours of being teased. I would hate myself later. I would worry later.

"Unless you'd like me to kiss you before I go? You must be parched after that little performance."

"Oh okay," as the words left my mouth I wondered whether I was out of my mind. Wanting to do anything to cum made sense. Why was I acquiescing to kissing him? Was it just because I wanted to win some good will?

"Nevermind - that didn't sound like you'd want it. I don't want to be forcing myself on you," he said, beginning to pull away. I jerked forward in the chair, as if I could grab him and stop him.

"No please - please, kiss me," the earnest pleading in my tone surprised me.

"With lots of spit right?" he clarified.

I flushed, thinking how he loved to layer on the indignity to everything, "yes, please, I'm thirsty."

"Your begging still needs work, but that is a start," he said, just before he grabbed my hair again and gently tugged my head back.

"Open your mouth," he said gently and I slowly complied. My heart was thundering in my chest and I felt like I was going to have my first kiss.

I felt him hover, his breath caressing my mouth, then I felt his tongue pushing saliva out of his mouth into my mine. I was frozen, mouth open, not daring to move and break the magic. The truth was that it felt good to be touched tenderly. It felt good to have him here in the moment.

"Swallow that spit now."

I did as he asked, opening my mouth immediately after. He then rubbed his lips against my bottom lip and deeply kissed me. It felt so good, his tongue against mine. I thought about where else he might put that tongue eventually. I couldn't help but strain and try to rub my breasts against his chest.

As quickly as it started it was over. I whimpered at the loss of him, as he untangled his fingers from my hair, and stood up and away from the chair.

"Now let's get you that headrest so you can catch some rest," he said, as he rummaged somewhere in the room.

"Could you take the blindfold off please?" I asked, my voice soft.

"No - I like you like this - no more brimstone and fire. It's sweet how cajoling you can be when you want something," he said as he fixed the headrest on the chair and laid my head against it.

"You can't leave me like this."

"Don't worry I won't be gone for long - and I won't remind you again about that ballgag if you don't quit with the complaining."

I clenched my jaw, curling my fists in the chair. It obviously didn't go unnoticed.

"There she is - the little fighter who almost broke my nose when I took her. I know a quick little audio session won't get you where we want you. But I'm quite pleased with where we've gotten to in the period I've had you."

"One more thing before I leave," he said, he placed his fingers on my panties, right over my clit, and rubbed two circles. I tried to hold in the whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

"There we go - have a good rest."