Useful Captive

2012 Julanni

Useful Captive

© 2012 Julanni

The ropes were expertly applied, they were tight and they held me firmly.  I couldn't wiggle my arms free, I was unable to stand, and I couldn't cover my modesty except to squeeze my thighs together.  I struggled in the ropes for a long time, hoping to find some weakness to exploit, but the firm hemp line defeated me easily.

I had been kneeling here for longer than I could tell, particularly with no clock in the room.  My ankles were each tied to my thighs, keeping my legs sharply folded at the knees, but my legs were not tied together to each other, which worried me as they could be spread apart to expose my naked privates and my freshly shaved mound.  My arms were held behind my back, bent upward at the elbows with my wrists tied together and anchored up between my shoulder blades.  Wrappings of the hemp rope tightly embraced my chest, above and below my bare breasts, pinning my arms in place.  I was surprised not to be gagged, but perhaps that was something to be worried about as it made my mouth available to be used against me.  My hair was pulled back and tied into a ponytail, further worrying me about what might be about to happen.

At last the door opened and, for a moment, I hoped for rescue, but this hope was quickly dashed as the man who walked in was naked.  He was muscular and good looking, the kind of man who might stir my passion, were we to meet in a more friendly situation.  He closed the door behind him and stood there looking at me, and I watched his penis grow and harden until it was thick and long; frightening, considering my captive state.

"Spread your legs!" he gruffly commanded.  When I kept my knees together, he stepped forward and surprised me with a sudden slap across my face.  His point having been made clear, I acquiesced and pulled my legs apart, the gap slowly widening as I watched his eyes for a sign of satisfaction with my compliance.  His bare foot moved forward, his toes nestling beneath my exposed groin, proving that I was completely at his mercy.

His toes didn't penetrate me, but I felt violated nonetheless, and I knew that true penetration was inevitable, and would probably happen very soon.  My heart pounded and my lungs heaved for breath.  I was afraid for my safety, while trying to come to terms with the fact that I was certainly about to be used to accommodate the sexual pleasure of this stranger. 

With a sway of his hips, his heavy penis swung toward my face and slapped my cheek.  No spoken command was necessary for me to understand.  I opened my mouth and allowed him to push his swollen, purple glans past my lips.  Afraid to anger him, I was careful to open widely to prevent my teeth from making much contact with him.  He seemed almost casual as his hand cupped the back of my head and he began to push himself toward the back of my mouth, then he moved back and forth, his hand coaxing my head to move in opposition to the motion of his hips.  He wiggled his toes against my labia as his hard dick began hitting the back of my throat.  Despite my fright, I found myself becoming aroused.

"Be real good to me, baby," he said to me, "and swallow everything I give you.  If you do a really nice job, I'll tell the others to go easy on you."

"The others," I wondered.  How many others are there?  How long will this go on?  Will I have to use my mouth on everyone who comes into this room where I am held helpless, or will I be manhandled, physically moved into different positions, perhaps even picked up and held, all to be violated in other ways?  I shivered with a sudden surge of worry and pulled again at the ropes which refused to loosen. 

His swelling head hit the back of my throat, making me put effort into suppressing the natural reaction to wretch.  It hit me there again, this time pushing slightly into my throat, then again, pushing a little deeper.  I had sucked a few cocks in my day, but never done any true deep-throating.  I was handling the gag reflex, staying in control and feeling somewhat proud of myself for it.  Then, something shifted in my brain.

Suddenly, everything became completely sexual, the hard penis taking advantage of me, the way I began moving my tongue to please him, the strength of the man who easily took his pleasure of me, the ropes holding me captive to his selfish will.  Something inside me just let go, muscles within my abdomen ceased clenching and I felt my exposed vagina relax and gape open.  Then I felt the moisture of arousal dribble out.  I was still nervous and frightened of what was to come, but perhaps I was now ready for it.  Determined to survive this ordeal of forced sexual servitude, I decided to purposefully adjust my attitude and put effort into pleasing the man violating my mouth.  I made the conscious choice to appreciate my captive state, pulling again at the ropes which held me helpless, and convincing myself that it was a pleasurable sensation to be so restrained.  Perhaps I might be valued as a source of pleasure by my captors, and therefore less likely to be harmed.  And perhaps, just perhaps, I might actually find my own twisted pleasure in being so used.