Captive

At that moment he heard the sink in the bathroom running and wondered for a moment what she could possibly be up to. Disturbing yet titillating thoughts ran through his mind as he continued to lay there like an abused rag doll. He felt something warm and wet running down the sides of his back and tried to strain his head to see what it was. Blood. Warm and sticky it felt dripping from him onto the bed sheet, he tried not to move as to keep himself from bleeding all over her bed and cause himself another ferocious beating.
The woman returned to the bedroom standing for a minute in the doorway and watched her victim writhe in pain, a demonic smile spread across her face as she witnessed the humiliation and suffering her victim must have been feeling. Not that it mattered, she thought as she felt her own sex moistening at the thought of having complete control over him. She held a damp washcloth in one hand while her free hand wandered over her voluptuous breasts where her nipples stiffened with delight. Then her hand drifted down to the warmth between her long shapely legs, but then suddenly stopped herself cold. That can wait, she decided. Right now I have more important matters to be concerned with.

Full of purpose she marched over to her victim lying prone on her bed, his back beaten bloody and black and blue, and for maybe a nanosecond she felt a flicker of regret. Maybe he didn’t deserve this, after all this wasn’t her last slave who tried to hurt her in the past. This was a totally different person. But again, she shook that thought away as well as the thoughts of regret, time enough to feel sympathy for this man who she ruthlessly punished and for good reason in her twisted mind.
She almost lovingly applied the washcloth softly against his inflamed back, causing him to jump in surprise and in pain. He couldn’t yell out due to the rag in his mouth, but she gently turned him on one side so she can remove it from his mouth.
“Are you going to behave yourself, Slave?” she asked with a glint of menace in her cold, green eyes as she pressed the cloth against the bruised and bloody backside which received most of the abuse.
“Yes, I will…I promise,” he whimpered softly trying not to fan the flames of her anger, and her ready hand.
“Good…maybe now you will learn something,” she said almost as an afterthought, keeping her eyes from meeting his. One thing she learned in the past was not to make a lot of eye contact with her victims, otherwise she’d feel sorry for all of them and they’d still be psychologically healthy.

But for now he felt the cool, moist cloth pressed firmly against his back soaking up the blood that seemed to flow freely from him, unable to help himself he let out a soft groan of pleasure/pain while she continued to nurse his wounds with what he thought was care. She then decided to carry out her original plan of action and again keeping his hands and wrists bound, turned him over again onto his bruised back and again keeping her right knee on his chest to keep him from running. Not that he would in the state he was currently in. Firmly tying his wrists to the bedpost once again she sat on his stomach straddling him and leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

“You liked that didn’t you, my captive, you liked feeling the sting of my whip?” she softly said while gently blowing on his ear lobe, feeling the urge to kiss him.
He rolled his eyes upward and moaned thinking if he wasn’t tied up he would wrap his arms around her and pull her down completely onto his thick shaft which had begun to grow harder with each chill her warm breath breezed over his earlobe. “I want you to sit on my face!” he then blurted out risking her anger and wrath. At this point he didn’t care what more she did to him, she can stick a butt plug up his ass and he’d gladly take it if only she would let him taste her sweet nectar from her warm pussy. For a second she wondered what that would feel like, to have his sensuous mouth pressed up against her warm and moist sex. She’s never had a willing victim before and this may turn out to be more fun after all….

Keeping him tied to the bed with her nylons, she sat up and tilted her slave’s head back gently with her hand. She maneuvered herself so she could lean forward pulling her dress up and lowered herself onto his hungry mouth. “Ohhhhhhhh!” she blurted out feeling his full lips kiss her smooth wetness. She felt electric jolts of pleasure shoot through her body as her slave eagerly kissed, licked and sucked her to oblivion. This was better than any other, she thought. Oh this is feeling so good, she jerked slightly and trembled as her orgasm hit her in waves as she continued to push herself into her slave’s face, all the while he was moaning. She couldn’t tell if was from pleasure of what he wanted to do to her, or maybe his whipping , or if it was his wrists straining to get free. She wondered if he would try anything if she untied him. For the time being he’s fine, she thought as she eased herself off his hot mouth, her sex throbbing.

He lay there with her juices smeared on his face and mouth feeling so turned on it was getting nearly impossible not to reach down and stroke himself, had it not been for his bond securing him tightly. At this time his captor seemed to read his mind, for she reached back while still straddling him and ran her long black polished fingernail up and down his erection which had to be at least eight inches in length and maybe 2 inches in width.

Keeping herself steady on his rock hard body she continued to tease him relentlessly running her nails slowly back and forth, up and down almost absentmindedly, making him moan and strain against the nylons holding his wrists bound tightly to the bedpost. She felt herself getting wetter and her clitoris getting engorged from the friction of rubbing herself against his smooth, warm skin. Unable to control herself at this point, she wrapped her hand around the full length of his cock and pulled several times listening to his moans and whimpers of pleasure/pain.
He didn’t know how long it would last, this exhilarating feeling rushing through his body, all he knew was this woman was having her way with him and felt so good. He felt his dick getting even harder and his balls were heavy with cum wanting so bad to be released, but he knew he had a long way to go until his Mistress allowed such a thing.

She continued to stroke him, her mind working on what else she had in store for this particular slave, after all she wanted to keep him around for awhile since he was behaving himself for the most part. Abruptly she stopped, enjoying the look of bliss and confusion written all over his face. He tried to make eye contact with his Mistress, questioning as to why she decided to stop pleasuring him. That was for her to know and him to find out.
“Time to inspect the damage I inflicted on you” she said cheerfully as if she was attending a party or some social function. She eased herself off of him and checked the nylon she had tied his wrists with earlier, good…they were still knotted tightly to prevent any kind of escape…not that her slave was in any rush to do so now.

The woman left the room and again he heard the water running only this time it was the bathtub. He wondered what could she be possibly be planning now, but stayed in his makeshift prison cell while she ran the tub.
She came back inside the room and saw that he did behave himself while she was gone so she decided to reward him in a small way by giving him a soothing bath. Her slave was still lying on the bed tied up like a good boy curious as to what was going on.
“Since you’ve been a good little slave, I decided to give you a reward for your suffering,” she said with a sexy smile which held a hint of evil. “I’m going to untie you from the bed but your hands will still be bound, so no running!” she added. As if I would, he felt like saying, but kept his mouth shut since he remembered how hard she slapped his face the first time he spoke out of turn.

His mistress helped him sit up on the bed, thankfully not noticing the blood stains at first on the sheets as her slave tried to hide it in vain. Didn’t matter at the moment, she was too busy making sure he was still secured. “Stand up!” she commanded. He did so carefully as to not rip open his wounded and welted back which still throbbed dully with pain.
“I imagine your back hurts quite a bit,eh?” she wondered. “You may answer the question Slave.
He slowly nodded his head and answered softly.
“Speak up when I ask you a question,” she scolded.
“Yes, it hurts Mistress,” he answered meekly, again trying to make eye contact with his captor, but she wouldn’t have it.
“Um, I think you can call me Mistress Nadia now,” she contemplated while holding his bound hands and leading him into the bathroom where a bathtub filled with hot water was waiting. “Since I already know your name, which is James “ she added.

Amazed, he just looked at her, wondering how she must have known this, for he remembered vaguely his wallet in his pants pocket. Maybe she stole it or just kept it for a souvenir.
“I found your wallet in your pants pocket, and yes I decided to keep it,” she answered nonchalantly. “Don’t worry, it’s in a safe place and when I’m good and ready to release you, you can have it back. If you behave yourself,” she said wickedly.
He just stood there by the tub dumbfounded staring at the water which had steam rising. Too hot, he thought. Hopefully she won’t try to stick my head under water or drown me. Or worse try to scald me, he feared.
“It’s just plain water not flesh eating acid,” she scolded lightly as he still stood staring at the bathtub. “Get in the tub now, don‘t make me tell you twice!” she again said firmly.
Dazed with his head pounding from lack of nourishment and the pain, he slowly stepped into the water, yelping as it scalded his bare foot.
“Don’t be such a crybaby!” she admonished harshly. “It’s not going to hurt you, who knows maybe in time you’ll get used to it.

“It’s too hot, it will burn,” he said as his voice shook, fearful that she may bodily shove him into the tub and he’ll be injured some more. Not that it mattered to her, he thought. She wants to see me suffer. Maybe if I continue to play her game she’ll go easy on me.
“If you don’t get into the tub, I will severely punish you,” she responded as if she was speaking to a dumb child who didn’t know any better. “I told you, you don’t want to make me tell you twice,” she repeated. He finally stepped inside the tub trying to ignore the burning sensation flowing through is body as the water nearly scalded the skin off him.
“Good slave!” she cried while clapping her hands happily as he lowered himself into the seemingly boiling water. “See, I told you it wouldn’t kill you, either go all the way in or I’ll throw you in,” Mistress threatened.

He lowered the rest of his bruised body into the tub, wincing as the hot water enveloped him completely, save for his head and face. ‘Mmmmmm,” he moaned while rolling his eyes in ecstasy, it wasn’t as hot as he first thought it would be, the thought as he lowered himself further into the tub now enjoying the heat enveloping his body.
Mistress Nadia then took a cloth from the towel rack and soaked it and then pressed it up against her slave’s neck gently rubbed it slowly on his smooth skin. She took the time to observe her slave more closely, taking note of his rock hard abs and hairless chest which had begun to glisten from the emanating heat. His face had nearly perfect, angular features with high cheekbones and when she cared to notice earlier, blue-green eyes, which were now closed.

His lower body also showed promise, his legs looked strong and muscled and between them held that wondrous eight inches of pleasure. She figured after this was through she would have to again carry out her plan and use him since he has risen to the occasion. But for now she decided to just wash his body of the dried crusted blood that coated his back.
“Lean forward for me,” she instructed softly, forgetting for a moment she had to be ruthless even while being somewhat gentle. He did so slowly and she pushed his hair to the side to apply the cloth against his back, watching the water turn red from the blood on the cloth and on him.

“Please, don’t stop this,” he whispered quietly to himself while he continued to get even more aroused from the combination of the heat and the coolness of the washcloth against his skin. He couldn’t help it, he thought. This is feeling incredible and there’s nothing I can do about it. The water felt soothing streaming down his bruised back as he let out a soft groan of pleasure. If it wasn’t for the nylon around his wrists, he would have reached down and worked himself into a frenzy and shot all over the bathtub. But for the moment he just continued to sit and enjoy the fact that this beautiful yet unbalanced woman was not only bathing him but nursing his wounds. He wondered what was going through her mind as she hummed softly while examining his back and then pressing the cool cloth against his welts. Did she actually think I would hurt her or try to escape? This is what went through his confused mind as she continued to work. Confused still because the drug she had administered the night before didn’t completely wear off, he didn’t know what to think, only feel the rough texture of the wet cloth against him as he still felt highly turned on by her touch.

“Okay, you can lean back now,” she suddenly said. He did so without a word, just carefully sitting back and letting the tepid water arouse him some more while there was no decent way to shield it. She stuck her wrist in the tub barely inches away from his bare torso, noticing the water cooled down considerably, then letting some down the drain so she can refill it with hotter water.
“I’m going to make this a little bit hotter so you will feel even more relaxed and maybe even sleepy, but it won’t burn you….I promise,” she said then added, “if you behave yourself”.
All he could do was nod as she stared at his naked glistening form and getting quite turned on herself. There’s plenty of time for that later, she reminded herself. He’s quite pliable and obedient so for the moment I’ll go easier on him but if he tries anything funny…well…he’ll be punished.

The hot water felt so soothing as he lay back moaning softly, trying not to draw attention to his state of arousal that she surely has noticed. But to no avail, she was staring at that wonderful eight inches barely concealed in the sudsy water. “My little pet seems to be enjoying this, I guess I’m going to have to keep him around for quite awhile,” she said aloud as if she wanted him to hear her thoughts.
Yes, please, he wanted to say, but wisely kept his mouth shut so he didn’t get slapped again. So he just decided to keep quiet and let her use him however she wished.