Captured (closed)

When he removed his hand, Megan curled up on the cot, pulling the robe tight around her.

"I am not a bad girl." She whispered. She looked up at him as he walked away. "I can be a good girl. I really can."

She closed her eyes and slept for just for a while. She had such vivid and sexual dreams. She was touched and kissed and bitten and used by Hank, her professor and her captor. She awakened with a gasp, sitting up a little startled.

She had to concentrate very hard, but the memory of what had happened came back to her. She could remember writhing on the cot as her captor fingered her.

"Damn pervert." She muttered. But her cheeks were flushed with shame.
 
As he viewed from outside, he hit play on the console so she could see and hear her words as they played, from the screen near her cot.


"I think you prefer a bad side, Megan. And you want to develop it. I'll get you some dinner if you like."
 
Megan's cheeks were flushed a deep red, she felt tinged with shame.

"I am hungry." She whispered. She looked up at the speaker. "May I please have something to eat, and something to drink? My mouth is dry."
 
Jim prepared a salad with fresh grilled chicken and a light ranch dressing to the side. Some bread slices with fresh butter and garlic. And a bottle of chilled water.

Before entering the room, he paused to announce his arrival.

"I'm coming in to bring you some dinner. The door lock is all finger print ID'd with a code also. So if you behave AND comply, much can be earned Megan."

His mask wasn't on and she would soon know who he was....could be a twist for sure.

"Being good has so many levels, Megan. As you know."

And he entered her room.
 
Megan was curled up on her cot with her knees pulled up to her chest as the door opened. She gasped rawly when she saw Jim standing there with her dinner.

"It's you...." She whispered. But she didn't move. She didn't try anything. Knowing that her captor wasn't a stranger, didn't make her feel any better. She was very afraid that he was showing his face. Did that mean he never intended to let her go?

"I will be good." She offered breathlessly. Her stomach grumbled when she caught a whiff of dinner. "Thank you for dinner."
 
He sat the dinner beside her and walked to the farthest point from her to lean against the wall. A positive sign of her being a bit calm, but wanted to be prepared for any quick lunge or burst of anger.

"You're welcome, Megan. I hope you find it satisfying. Dessert can come in many forms...some that satisfy in many ways."
 
Jim watched as she began to eat slowly, nibbling and savoring the taste or being wary of any unusual taste or odor. She gave in to other needs and and ate like a starved woman.

"The shower is right trough that door....you may feel even better after dinner refreshing yourself."

He imagined images of her naked and wet, pushed against the shower wall and taken from behind as he nibbled on her neck.
 
Megan couldn't help but rush through dinner. She was starving. She thought about a shower and the image of hot water pounding her flesh made her smile.

"I'd love to brush my teeth and take a shower." She replied and then she decided to try for just a little more. "Is there any chance that I could have some clothes. It's cold and this robe is so thin. My feet are cold. "


She looked up at Jim, trying to read his face. Trying to guess what he wanted. She looked at his face, he looked so normal. The easy going professor that all the kids liked. He had never even seemed interested in her.
 
"I'm not a brute, Megan. Demanding in my expectations...and pushing you to your limits and desires, not yet fulfilled. And causing you to look inside yourself more deeply and honestly than possibly in the past.

You'll find shorts and a tee in the bath, along with a thick robe and all the necessary toiletries you desire. Comply, and they will be at your beck and call. Resist...and discover another side of me."

Jim stood and exited the room, carrying out her dinner tray.
 
Megan stood and went through the door to the shower that was now unlocked. She turned on the hot water and almost sighed with relief as she stood under it. She lathered her hair and soaped her skin. She allowed the water to pound on her back and shoulders.

After her shower, she brushed her teeth and brushed out her hair. There was a soft grey t shirt and pair of shorts hanging on the hook. She put them on and returned to her cot.

She looked up at the camera. She wanted him to see that she was being compliant.
 
Megan’s staring at the camera had a mild look of defiance, not that I believed for a minute it was the true beginning of obedience. It will still take many days to break her down.

She sat there mildly expectant.

Flipping the switch, “So Megan let’s revisit your earlier statement about not whoring yourself out. You’ve admitted to some kissing, and exhibiting yourself for his pleasure. Is that like being a junior whore…?”

She pursed her lips apparently choosing not to answer.

”I do have some candid shots of you and Professor Smith, some lip locking at a cafe. How do you think Hank and other students would react viewing them?”
 
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