Phoebe

[grinner666]

Jamie turned and snapped a combination padlock onto a hasp on the door . . . there'd be no getting out for her even if he had a stroke punishing her . . . not through that steel-strapped and reinforced door.

He pulled her to the center of the room by the ring in her collar . . . and it was her collar now, she'd certainly earned it. He could feel her resistance but ignored it. It was entirely possible, he reasoned, that she didn't even know she was pulling away, and besides, he weighed three times as much as she did. She could pull away all she wanted . . . for now. This was a scary place, he knew. He hoped she wouldn't have to get to know it really well, but didn't, at this point, hold out much hope on that score.

In the center of the room was a steel plate, a pair of D-rings set into it about shoulder width apart. He stood her on it, growling, "Don't move," at her, and crossed to his workbench, where he picked up three lengths of nylon rope. He returned to her, pleased that she had, in fact, not moved, though it was probably more fear than any sense of obedience, at least for now.

He kicked her legs apart roughly, his boots scraping her ankles, then knelt down and quickly wrapped one short length of rope four times around her right ankle. Tightening it, he quickly secured it to the first D-ring.

The other ankle was more difficult. She was, probably unconsciously, resisting by now, but when all was said and done there wasn't much she could do. He did take one knee in the face, but it didn't slow him down much. Soon both legs were tightly secured.

He stood in front of her. She was looking anywhere but into his eyes. That couldn't continue. She had to learn to be respectful if she wouldn't learn to love him. "Look at me," he said, taking her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pinching, then twisting.

When she'd done as he asked, he let go of her breasts and cupped both of her cheeks in his massive hands. "Now. I'm going to teach you a lesson about what it means for you when you're a sneak. When I unlock your handcuffs, you can either give me your wrists, or you can make it harder on yourself. Your decision."

With that, he reached around behind her, his belly rubbing against her breasts, and removed the handcuffs, then backed a half-step away, watching her carefully.

 

[TaintedHeart]

How much she had wished to turn around and rip that door down and take off out of this horrible place. But wishing only made it worse. A few more tears slipped down smooth, flawless cheeks as she was led into the room, her fear only seeming to grow as she moved. But her mind seemed to want it's own thing. It began to lock her muscles, which responded only willingly out of fear. She hadn't even noticed her body's resistance, but it seemed as it if did not want to listen.

"Don't move."

And she dared not even twitch a toe. Purely from fear, had Phoebe not been a sensitive, kind young thing, and some wild unruly biker chick she may have just spit at him and told him to rot in the pits he was burned in. That was exactally what Phoebe wasn't though, so it never happened. The thought hadn't even passed her mind.

She didn't want to watch him, fearing whatever it was he had in mind of 'teaching her a lesson'. Still quite convinced that she was simply trying to save herself from some bizarre life that was not her own, and wondering just what she had done to deserve this, she stood there as he returned.

Again, the tears, on and off, and never more than four at a time, but still. She didn't make a sound. Not the smallest of whimpers or coughs, simply those tears from light brown eyes. She watched then, as her first leg was secured to the D-ring, after he'd kicked her legs apart. Again she tried the hand cuffs behind her backs, feeling the metal began to dig into her wrists, hard enough that she could feel it. She wasn't caring right now, if only she could get the damned things off and then she'd worry about the forming cuts.

That resistance seemed to leap then as her next ankle refused to go without a fight. She closed her eyes now, praying to whatever horrible god that was taking any interest from this fate they'd cursed her with to simply let her get out of it.

Now that that ankle too had fallen prey to the rope, she opened her eyes to let them burry into the ground below, trying to think of things better than here. Her cat, forest, clouds, anything that could try and calm her down. He seemed to notice her stray gaze, and commanding her to look at him, took those delicate buds and pinched and twisted them. The first sound since she'd been taken from the bathroom. Biting down on her tongue, a fearful whimper was given as she snapped her gaze forcefully to him.

Once more she flinched as he touched her, nearly trembling by now as she tried to swallow and hold back a threatening flood of tears, letting them fall one by one now to try and keep herself together.

"Now. I'm going to teach you a lesson about what it means for you when you're a sneak. When I unlock your handcuffs, you can either give me your wrists, or you can make it harder on yourself. Your decision."

Phoebe finally got a swallow down, hearing that hasty beating of her heart as he unlocked the handcuffs. Her shoulder had began to sting from being held like that, but she kept them behind her for a few moments, staring at him in fearful bewilderment. She was trying to get her mind to wake up those hands, but they were refusing. Until finally they moved.

Slowly but surely she offered him her hands, the cuffs having dug so much into her wrists they drew just a bit of blood in a ring around both, stinging cuts which nearly reddened both of the slender things.

 

[grinner666]

Jamie took her hands in his, then raised them to his lips and kissed her palms.

"Good girl. We'll have to get some antibiotic for those later."

He wrapped the last length of rope around her wrists, binding them tightly. When he was finished, he had left a loop of rope hanging over her thumbs, but still firmly anchored to the bindings around her wrists. He pulled lightly on the loop, saying, "Nylon stretches, a little. You'll be glad of that, soon."

He turned away from her, back to the workbench, then returned, a remote control in hand. He clicked it, and with a slight whirring noise a cable, ending in a hook, began to lower from the ceiling. When the hook was level with her eyes, he grabbed the loop of rope and slipped it onto the hook, holding it there as he touched another button, which made the cable start to retract. Her arms began to rise with the hook. He held the rope until it was too high up for her to unhook it, then let go. The hook continued to rise. Soon she was standing on her tip-toes, her shoulders starting to ache. The hook continued to rise.

"I thought, since you've been acting so tense, that we might see what real tension feels like. Next time I tell you to relax, remember this." The hook continued to rise. Only when he began to hear her joints creak and pop did he stop the winch. Stop, but not release. He ran his hands over her taut, sweat-drenched skin, from shoulders to ass and back again, then over her belly.

"Now, baby, the next part of our lesson is about telling the truth. We always want to be honest and open and truthful with each other, remember? You haven't been lately, and we'll get to that, but now you have a chance to be truthful, at least. Tell me: where is the antenna to that cell?"

 

[TaintedHeart]

Her focus on other than what was happening seemed to disappear as he bound her wrists with the nylon, her eyes trying to stray but were glued on what he was doing. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what would come next. Face paling horrible, wondering how on earth anyone could be like that, she kept silent, not the smallest of sounds.

But then, he turned away and took a remote control, began to lower just what she'd been expecting. A hook. Unable to speak or swallow now, light skin looking as though someone may have sucked the color out of it she stared dumbfoundedly. Had she deserved this? Certainly not! She whiped the idea from her head viciously. He was treating her like some sort of prisoner or slave or something, they only did this kind of thing to them, and that was ages ago. Perhaps thats what he had saw her as? She was her own person until her mind got the best of her. For now, she was keeping it on getting away, as far away as possible as she could get from him. Thinking about someone at her work office calling home, and then the cell phone to find that it was no longer even taking signal...they'd find her, she hoped.

The hook began raising, taking her hands along with it which was trying to drag her screaming and kicking back to reality. Took high to try and unhook. It continued to go up, until she had to stand on her tip toes. It was still pulling her arms, feeling the burning sensation of her shoulders and arms already.

"I thought, since you've been acting so tense, that we might see what real tension feels like. Next time I tell you to relax, remember this." The hook was raising still. Phoebe let her eyes follow it painfully as it continued to pull, closing her eyes and biting hard down to keep from screaming. And god did it hurt! She could hear her own joints make a sickening sound in response to it, her quickened breathing causing her to hand her head and try and calm down, those tears streaming freely from light brown eyes.

In her situation, she didn't even seem aware that he was touching her...it was probably good she didn't. Because if she had, she may have tried to pull away and further end up hurting herself. The hook had stopped though not nearly enough to keep that surging ache from travelling up and down her body. And it was still determined to resist. Feeling first in her arms that resistance she soon felt them lock in a cramped position, causing even more pain as those tears dropped. But not a peep yet.

"Now, baby, the next part of our lesson is about telling the truth. We always want to be honest and open and truthful with each other, remember? You haven't been lately, and we'll get to that, but now you have a chance to be truthful, at least. Tell me: where is the antenna to that cell?"

So, this was the part where she raised her head, that long dirty blonde hair shifting from around her face and told him to take it and choke on it if he ever found it, right? Wrong...that was not Phoebe. That hadn't even crossed her mind to even think of doing. Swallowing probably her own tears in the process she tried to speak without stuttering, raising her head only so much to look at him.

"I don't know...it...was gone when I found my cell phone, I sware to god I don't know where it is."

 

[grinner666]

He walked in a circle around her, watching the sweat pour from her pain-wracked body. She was, he knew, learning her lesson and learning it well. He only hoped she learned it before the Bad Things started to happen.

Behind her, he ran his fingers through her hair, making soft shushing noises. Then he laid his left hand on her shoulder and said, "I wish I could just believe you, my love. Really I do. But you've been so deceitful lately . . . I have to be certain."

He returned to the workbench, returning with a tube of K-Y jelly. Spreading it on his fingers, he said, "You've used your clothes to hide things from me, why not your body? You understand, don't you? That if you'd been open and honest with me in the first place, I'd know where that antenna is? You've brought this on yourself, I'm afraid. I'm sorry."

He moved behind her and, wrapping his left arm around her belly, shoved his right middle finger up her ass. He felt her resisting, and a smaller or weaker man might have been slowed by her resistance, but he was just too big and strong for her. His finger passed her sphincter easily. The second finger, his index, was a little harder . . . she was so much smaller than him that one finger just about filled her up . . . but he eventually forced it inside, then started twisting both, searching for any foreign object. He failed to find anything, much to his relief.

He circled back around her, kissing her on the cheek as he passed. "Good girl," he said, reaching for the lubricant and squeezing a generous portion onto the fingers of his other hand, "Now there's one more space I need to check."

He moved forward, placing his dirtied right hand on her ass and two fingers of his left between her spread legs.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Wishing to recoil from any movement he made to touch her, feeling a heated anger begin to press away that fear, she threw her gaze away from him then, slowing those tears for now. That horrible aching didn't seem to stop though.

It seemed to seize her entire body, growing the longer she remained in the position she was, trying her hardest to still relax her muscles and joins as she was held there. He was speaking again, though she barely heard him, trying to find any way to loosen rope tied about her hands. What was he saying? She'd told him she didn't have the antenna, it hadn't been on the cell phone when she'd discovered she'd still had it. Her eyes snapped back to him in angered bewilderment.

As he returned to the bench, she paused, closed her eyes and pulled, trying her hardest to release her hands from the nylon binds. It was no luck, simply making that pain she was already gaining increase double, a developing head ache making her halt those actions. Phoebe rose her eyes wearily once more as he began to speak. Almost as if hit by lightning her eyes widened.

"What?" She snapped almost as if she hadn't heard him. Why would she do something like that? Something so bizarre like some criminal in prison or something? But that didn't seem to faze him.

She tried to move, but purged between both objects above and below her holding her there, she didn't even move, simply caused another wave of pain which successfully gifted her with a head ache. As his armed wrapped around her stomach she closed her eyes, she barely had time to breath before she felt his invading finger enter her ass. However much she'd been able to hold off from sound before seemed to not matter now, a gasp escaping her lips as she tried to stifle a scream. As he entered a second finger she hadn't been able to hold back screaming, his first finger already enough.

"Stop, god stop! It's not there!"

Those one at a time tears seemed to fade after those hissed words halted, unable to hold back a fresh flood of them then, not watching him now, simply catching his words which seemed to be worse than the previous one.

"No..i-its not there..it's not!" Phoebe whimpered as she spoke, trying to inch her body away from him unsuccessfully.

 

[grinner666]

"I wish I could believe you, honey," Jamie groaned, separating her outer lips with his massive fingers, "I really do."

He slid his middle finger between her nether lips, not penetrating yet, but prepared to. "Are you certain there's nothing else you want to tell me? Nothing at all? Oh, well, I'm sorry, then."

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-So sorry, this'll be light and pretty rushed because I'm dying to catch some shut eye, the day was torture. I'll definately be on later today though.::

"Are you certain there's nothing else you want to tell me? Nothing at all? Oh, well, I'm sorry, then."

And what could she say? Phoebe bit her bottom lip, almost too hard, feeling the nylon constricting her hand so, digging deep into that cut which had yet to spring in bleeding, but was nearing it, tender and raw that she just wished to be out of that horrible room. Her eyes dropped to him, feeling his finger pass through the soft pink flesh and halt there, not yet entering. Her mind was racing. She'd be willing to say anything if it would make him stop...but what?

Eyes refusing to give any more tears as she was held there in that horrible position, all she could find was dislike. Dislike of this twisted man for what he was doing, and how he was going about it all. And had she the nerve she may have very well told him that. With a throbbing headache now available she locked her jaws, preparing herself as best she could for what was to happen next as she looked away.

 

[grinner666]

Jamie sighed, then slowly forced his middle finger inside her, twisting it as he went. When it was in to the third knuckle, he forced her outer lips apart, then slipped his index finger into her warm folds as well. He twisted them around for almost a minute, searching and forcing her to become damp against his invasion.

"So apparently you were telling the truth . . . finally . . . or you've hidden it somewhere else," he said, continuing to force his fingers in and out of her pussy, "We'll see."

He wiped his fingers . . . both sets . . . on her cheeks, then walked over to his workbench again. He returned quickly, carrying, this time, a vicious-looking strap, two inches wide and almost a quarter-inch thick, over two feet long. He laid it over his shoulder as he approached. Lifting her chin to face him, he shook his head sadly and said, "I'm sorry, baby. I never wanted to touch you any less gently than I did in the bath, earlier. But if you're going to tell lies and hide things from me, you're gonna have to be punished. Just know that however much it hurts, I'm doing it out of love . . . to teach you, to be a good girl."

With that he laid the strap across her shoulder, gently, allowing her to feel its weight and stiffness, then circled around behind her. The first stroke made no sound before it fell, biting hard, across her ass.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Phoebe's body locked itself up, already in that painful position that had already gotten every muscle and joint in her body sore and numb, so long as she didn't try and move. His invading finger was sending a massive sense of dislike, and the more she tried to pull back, away from him, the more she grew to hate the feeling. Biting back the words not that seemed to spring into her head, she felt the natural reaction of her body wettening to the intrusion. How could she possibly be enjoying something so twisted?

Again, Phoebe wanted to tell him that it really didn't matter, she owed him no explination for trying to get away from an insane raving lunatic. Perhaps she was exaggerating...but anyone would be in this sort of situation.

He walked away again, setting a feeling of relief over her for the time being. She didn't watch him, though even if he left her that way, if he left her at all she'd be more than greatful. How long did it take for her co workers to realize something was wrong? Or would she just be like one of those people who disappeared and never was found again? That seemed the least of her worries. The next time Phoebe looked up, she certainly wished she hadn't. Hadn't he done enough? It seemed he thought not. She stared for a few moments as he approached with that strap, her eyes reflecting a still present fear as she listened to him speak.

Feeling her throat refuse to give words, or much sound for that fact, she looked away as he set the strap upon her shoulder, flinching in response only to wince and regret the action a few minutes later. He circled behind, out of her view, and she had a more than obvious idea of what would happen. Closing her eyes tight she forced the relax of her arms, not given much more time than that to try and prepare herself. She hadn't even heard the swing before she felt the sting of that strap, stifling a yelp in response to it, she bit back tears as well, her eyes already sore from previously.

 

[grinner666]

Jamie swung again, this time putting some . . . not all, but some . . . of his strength and weight into the blow. He struck her in the same place, watching a pair of red welts appear where the edges of the strap struck her flesh.

He smiled behind her. She was certainly learning her lesson now. She'd probably be bruised and sore for days. He struck again, and again, moving down her ass slowly and methodically. Silly bitch was jumping and trying to get away with each blow. Hadn't she learned yet that that only brought more pain?

When he'd covered her ass with red marks, he moved on to her legs. The tops of the legs were an especially sensitive spot . . . he knew that well from his own childhood. He continued on down, now doing each leg separately, alternating . . . until she was covered in red welts from the top of her ass to the backs of her knees. She hung limp in her bonds, her head down. No need to bind her on the way back to her room, apparently. She'd learned her lesson, alright.

He went back to his workbench and, placing the strap in its place, picked up four sets of handcuffs. Those would be necessary later. Then he returned to where his Phoebe was lying limp in her bonds. He lowered the cable, careful to catch her as she slumped against him, until he could free her, then lowered her to the floor and quickly untied her.

"There, there," he said, stroking her sweat-soaked hair away from her eyes, "All done. You were a very brave girl . . . now let's get you back to your room."

With that, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the door, where he wrapped her arms around his neck and, turning her head away from the padlock, unlocked the door, letting her lean against him for support. The door open, he lifted her again and returned her to her room, where he laid her gently on the bed, cuffing her hands and feet to the bedposts. He kissed her gently on the lips.

"You just get some rest, baby girl. You've had a hard day."

 

[TaintedHeart]

Those blows came still, each time Phoebe barely managing to strangle a cry, if not let it slip. She knew he'd hadn't put full force into it, and if anything, was greatful he hadn't. Or else she may very well have more than welts to be worrying about.

They continued to fall in a slow, horribly painful pace. And now she'd stopped controlling her muscles, the natural reaction to try and get away, or flinch to the blow jolting painful streaks up and down her sweating, slender form, which had just about had all that it could take. Phoebe squeezed her eyes closed, dry eyes unable to shed tears, and body unable to move out of the way of the swinging strap.

He moved then down to her legs, which seemed to hurt even more than the belt upon her rear end. She gave up completely on holding in those crys now, letting them come as they wished, the stinging of her delicate, sweat slickened skin unable to be tossed aside now. Those raising welts after each blow ensured her that tomorrow would be even worse to try and cope with, and all she could do was hang on to that string of hope that they'd find some evidence that she was kidnapped. She forced her muscles to quit jumping, to quit locking, until the strap did that fully for her. The blows set her body into a break down version, her arms and legs becomming limp, unwilling to move any more. And finally, after what seemed like a hellish eternity, she heard him walk away.

The cable was lowering, but as much as she was telling herself to regain her composion, raise her head up and try and get as far away as possible, her legs refused to respond. As did the rest of her body. Instead, she felt herself falling to lean against him as he caught her, unable to support herself with her own legs.

Still no response. Phoebe remained quiet, dreadfully silent as he spoke to her and moved her hair away from her eyes. How she couldn't seem to shake away that gnawing feeling of being alone, and some part of her mind was glad for the comfort...but the other ninety eight percent was leaking hatred.

The distance from there to her 'room' had been barely noticed. Phoebe could barely hold her eyes opened the stinging of her backside and legs seeming to center her mind on the pain more than where she was going. Back into the room, she was sure, only to be cuffed, still naked, hot, and with pain seeming to engulf ever inch of her body. Her eyes opened for a breif moment after that kiss she had been unable to pull away from.

As he exited the room, she paused, breathing hard before pulling her wrists. With strength fulled by hatred, they constricted around her hands, cutting into her wrists once more to send a surge of pain which obliverated that strength. If her hands hadn't been bleeding before, they were now. She stopped moving. For that long, being stretched like that until her muscles could no longer, anyone would have given up.

Knowing that the chances of getting out of the cuffs were low, Phoebe soon found herself unable to keep her eyes open. Closing them, trying her hardest to keep weight from settling below her waist, she fell once more into a deep sleep, her thoughts kept from straying as she slept.

 

[grinner666]

Jamie watched her trying to struggle against the cuffs. That was bad . . . she'd end up scarring herself if she wasn't careful. He'd have to get some that were lined with velvet for her . . . or convince her to be a good girl so he could leave her unrestrained.

Even covered in sweat and unconscious, she was so beautiful . . . he'd have to clean her up again, and soon. He sat quietly, watching her and waiting for her to wake.

She did, soon enough, looking around her in sudden panic. He hoped she'd learn to accept her new place soon . . . he hurt every time he saw her this frightened. Well, he had something that would help for the time being, anyway.

He stood and walked to the bed. Sitting on it, he stroked her forehead gently, feeling the warmth of her body against his skin. He smiled down at her.

"Relax, Phoebe. Relax, baby. You can't get out of those things, and you'll only hurt yourself trying. I'll be right back."

He left the room and headed for his kitchen, where he poured a large glass of lemonade. He stuck a straw in it, then, taking two spoons, used them to crush a tablet of Rohypnol, which he quickly dissolved in the drink.

He returned to her room and, locking the door behind him again, sat on the bed beside her. He pushed the straw into her mouth, saying, "Drink. You've lost a lot of fluids. Drink it all, it'll do you good."

As she finished the lemonade he stroked her hair once again, saying, "There. That'll help you relax, won't it?"

 

[TaintedHeart]

A dreamless sleep hadn't done much to help her troubled mind. And then again, Phoebe knew the only thing that would truly calm her now was being away and out of this place, which seemed more and more unlikely to happen each moment she spent there. Phoebe was determined not to think so negatively, none the less.

The damp, spiral strands of her hair shifted as she turned her head to the side, the deepness of that sleep going undisturbed, even by the previous pains she'd experienced, which still lingered somewhat.

How long had passed since she'd fallen asleep, and now when she was waking she had never known. Slowly she brought her eyes opened, only to snap them the rest of the way and flinch, almost as if she'd fallen into the bed as she juped back to reality. Instinctively she pulled her hands, which rattled the cuffs for a moment before she halted. Nearly every inch of her body was numb, sore, and felt as if it was being weighted down by bricks.

Phoebe blinked a few more times to get her eyes used to the feel once more. He'd given them a reason to be sore and uncooperative as well.

As he left the room, she turned her head a bit to try and keep her muscles from settling that way too much. Then it'd be more of a pain to try and get them working when, and if, she was ever allowed up from the forsaken bed.

She didn't have much time to do this, none the less, before the door was opened once again. Her body seemed to be it's own commander, for the moment he walked into the room, it refused to move, and she had no objection. He approached her after locking the door, sitting beside her and pressing the straw into her mouth.

Phoebe would have refused it, turned her head the other way, had she not been too tired and thirsty to care. So reluctantly she drank, eventually finishing the lemonade, without the smallest thought to what could have been put into it.

"There. That'll help you relax, won't it?"

Phoebe paused, blinking a few moments later, the effects of the drug that went unknown beginning to take it's toll. She felt her muscles relaxing, her breathing slow as she tried to find something in the midsts of a cloudy mind, unable to think of much anything. Now there was definately something wrong.

 

[grinner666]

Jamie looked down at her, running his fingers through her hair, stroking her legs and belly with his other hand. She'd be a lot more relaxed, a lot more accepting, soon, and that was good. It'd take about twenty minutes for the rohypnol to take effect . . . but that, he thought, was no reason to delay her getting used to him any longer.

He stood over her. "I've decided," he said, unbuttoning his shirt, "that in the interest of being open and honest with each other, you should get to see me the way I've seen you."

He removed his shirt, then sat back on the bed and removed his boots before standing again to take down his slacks and boxers simultaneously. He was excited, and that was kind of embarassing, but fair was fair . . . and besides, he wanted to feel her skin against his now, to soak up her heat, and how could he do that covered in clothes? He couldn't, of course.

He smiled and lay down next to her, then snuggled up close, kissing her cheek, covering her stomach with his hand, her left leg with his right. She was saying something, but he really couldn't hear it. Not now. She was still so tense! He kissed her neck, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts until her muscles began to relax, her struggling cease . . . she was ready now, he thought.

"There, baby," he murmured, "I don't think we need these any more, do you?" He removed the cuffs from her wrists, then her ankles, leaving them attached to the bed.

"Now why don't you curl up here with me?" he asked, taking her by the hips and laying her against his chest, cupping her bottom in one massive hand, stroking her back with the other. Her nipples were so lovely, rubbing against his belly like that. He squeezed her gently, nearly crushing the breath out of her. Running his fingers through her hair once more, he tilted her head back.

"Kiss me."

 

[TaintedHeart]

Phoebe shook her head slowly, trying to drag back her senses. What on earth was wrong with her? She couldn't seem to grasp it and her mind was unwilling to attempt such a thing. And though she still felt a great urge to be away from his hand as it moved over her stomach and legs, she knew now it was more than foolish to try.

She could simply watch hims wearily as he stood, and began to unbutton his shirt. What was he doing? Her ears seemed to ear what he was saying, but it became harder and harder to shoot for the emotion she wished. Where was that hatred?

What more could she do than lay still and watch? Nothing much. A good few times, unaware of it, she let her gaze wander for a moment, that airy feeling seeming to sieze her as she lay breathing. 'He did something to that drink...thats why I'm like this...but I can't let it effect me..' Her mind was telling her this repetitively, though the more and more she thought it, the more of it she began to forget.

He lay down next to her, and she felt that surge of rigidness return to her, feeling the locking of her body as she lay there, trying to remember those words. How she dearly wished it was all just a dream, but this was beyond dreaming, beyond reality, she had no clue what to call it. Slowly her mind began to let go, as did her mind, her breathing slow and relaxed, unintentionally.

"Can't let it..." She mumbled to herself a few more times, sure he probably wasn't listening, but the last few words seemed to disappear, leaving her with an empty mind.

Feeling the cuffs come off she moved her hands to the sore red rings dug there from the metal, slowly but surely rubbing them. Her ankles hadn't suffered much, but were glad for the lack of binds now. Her head turned lightly as he spoke.

Something in her head wasn't sitting well with his words..something, which was currently blocked by a thick fog of relaxation. She seemed to move as he asked, moving that petite, slender form to rest atop his, noticing the massive difference in their sizes for the first time truly. But that too only registered in her mind for a split second. The nagging of her mind had yet to cease, but his hands now were more of her concern. Phoebe watched him with a placid gaze as he shifted his hands around her body, gasping for a quick breath before he squeezed her, a hand returning to her head. She blinked.

"Kiss me."

She paused for a moment. Well, that was setting off sirens...but what for? That swirling mist of a mind she had now didn't seem to let whatever it was through, much less anything else. So leaning upward almost unknowingly, she guided soft smooth lips to his, only wishing to know just what her mind was up to.

 

[grinner666]

Jamie's erection grew even stiffer as Phoebe slid up his torso to offer her lips, her nipples rubbing against his chest. He returned her kiss, sliding one hand across her ass and squeezing it roughly, the other's fingers wrapped in her hair, holding her head in place. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, letting it dance across the tip of hers before sliding further in.

He pulled away slowly, nibbling at her lower lip as he did so, then rolled her over onto her back. Continuing to hold onto her hair, he rolled over her, kneeling over her hips. He ran the backs of his fingers across her cheek, down her jaw and neck, to her shoulder, then turned his hand over and slid his hand down to cup first one breast, then another.

"Now I'm gonna kiss you some more, baby," he said, stroking her hair. He lowered his head and began kissing her temples, then kissing and licking his way down her neck and throat. He abandoned her hair to stroke both breasts, pinching both nipples lightly between his fingers.

Reaching her breasts, he sucked each now-erect nipple, one at a time, into his mouth, tonguing and sliding the sensitive flesh over his teeth. Kissing the valley between her breasts and her solar plexus, he reached down to cup her pussy, letting one big finger slide between her lips without penetrating . . . yet . . .

 

[TaintedHeart]

Phoebe did not seemed surprised or frightened that he returned the kiss, only just a bit confused now, that cloudy conscious unable to work for her. Though she did feel, none the less, her muscles trying to tighten on her. Why? She was much more comfortable with them relaxed. Instead of letting way for the tensing muscles, she forced them away, moving as Jamie wanted like some sort of doll or another. Her mouth let in his tongue, with some odd reluctant withdrawl, though she still never seemed to notice it.

That odd lost feeling was pushed away, their skin to skin contact seeming to be the new puzzle of her mind, but like everything else, it refused to stay there for longer than a few seconds before she lost it. She was rolled onto her back, watching with unknowing eyes as he felt that delicate, slender body between his hands.

He said something, and his words remained there a few moments before they disappeared. She couldn't hold anything in her mind now, it so seemed feeling him kissing down her neck but remaining still, with calm breathing. Her body, without her knowing, was responding, the budding of those soft nipples sending little ripples around her skin. And now, she decided, something felt wrong. She clung to that thought, the only that had managed to get inside.

As his mouth met her nipples, her mind jerked back once more, feeling a sense of guilty pleasure from the act. But why? It was starting to frustrate her now, but she remained still, the relaxed form not seeming to keen on meeting the forming questions of her mind. His hand travelled down to that tender soft mound, again the set off...too cloudy to get through. As he slide a finger between the lips of that soft pink area, feeling the natural reaction of moisture come, she turned her head a bit.

"What are you doing?"

 

[grinner666]

Jamie raised his head to look down at his Phoebe. She was so lovely he could barely stand it. "Shhh, baby," he murmured, placing one finger over her lips, "just relax and enjoy. Let Daddy make you feel better." He tickled her clitoris lightly and stroked her hair, letting the pleasure . . . and the drug, of course . . . overcome her questions and objections.

Seeing her relax again, he lowered his head to kiss her belly, flicking his tongue into and out of her navel, then moved his lips and tongue across her body to her hip, then down to the crease between hip and leg. He moved his mouth across her body to her bladder, then down to her fine, dark patch of pubic hair. Breathing deeply of her musk, he moved slowly, slowly down to the cleft between her legs. Allowing his finger to slip between her outer lips and into the warm, damp flesh between them, he separated them with his fingers and found her clit with his lips, sucking it gently between them and tickling it with his tongue. He pushed his finger further in, feeling her muscles contract around it, then beginning to stroke, slowly, in and out. Her breathing began to quicken and deepen.

"Feels good, doesn't it, baby?" he asked, breathing lightly on her engorged love button, "Here, open your legs for me a little."

He pushed her legs apart with his other hand, sliding it along one sweet, silky inner thigh, then spreading her outer lips with a second finger. He ran his tongue up and down her inner lips, wetting them even more, then added that second finger to the first inside her and began pumping them deeper in and out. His tongue returned to her clitoris, teasing it , then took it ever so gently between his teeth. She gasped, perhaps involuntarily, and he felt her hands on the back of his head . . . whether she was trying to push him away or hold him there, he couldn't tell. It didn't matter.

He raised his head and returned his lips to her luscious breasts, sucking and nibbling at them. He heard her moan as his fingers found her G-spot and began rubbing it in slow circles.

His hand was covered in her juices now. Enough, he thought. Time for her to experience his love for her. He removed his hand from her pussy, using it to separate her labia as he positioned his bulk over her. He placed the head of his engorged member between her outer lips, then dropped his bulk on top of her, holding her face in both of his massive hands.

"I love you baby," he rumbled as he slowly but inexorably thrust his way home.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Phoebe watched as he rose his head and looked down at her. Her eyes watched him for a few moments as she lay there beneath him, his linger moving to cover her lips as he spoke to her. Make her feel better? She felt fine. As his fingers moved over that sensitive area below, she seemed to forget what she'd been saying, with much more aid from the drug than that sense of raising pleasure. Phoebe fell silent once more, watching him through light brown eyes.

And still her eyes watched as his head moved downward to her soft, flat stomach, shivering a bit as she felt his tongue play along her navel. She'd spent the past few hours fearing him, how come she wasn't afraid of him right now? She couldn't seem to grasp that concept, and her mind was more unwilling to do anything than focus on simple matters. He shifted once more downward, slowly down over her stomach to that soft mound shielded by the tiny path of dark hair. And he still moved downward, her eyes wandering once more to the ceiling above as she lay there. Only until he'd finally reached his destination. feeling his finger between the lips of that private area, separating them with his fingers she paused for a moment. And then his lips returned, finding her clit and beginning to suck on it. Phoebe's eyes snapped back downward, her hands pressing down into the covering over the bed. His finger then shifted, drawing tiny springs of pleasure which were no longer a puzzlement to her as she lay, those breaths comming deeper and swifter now.

He was speaking again, words her mind was too lazy now, too relaxed to transmit to her for a few moments, but they came after a good pause.

Her legs responded slowly, with persuasion from his hand as he glided it along her inner thigh, and then moved his fingers back to the center area that had already been exposed to his treatment. Feeling his tongue along those soft lips she felt a shiver of pleasure travel up her spine, perhaps unintentional reactions of her body, it was too difficult to tell now. She felt that second finger join the first as he pressed them in and out, deeper into the tight entrance, the only muscle of her body willing to work properly at this time, feeling his tongue flickering over that tender spoke before his teeth grazed it gently. She hadn't been trying to hold back from speaking, simply because her mind was too foggy to aid her right not, but she gasped, her hands shifting to the back of his head. Still, those sirens were going off, pressing her into pushing him away, not nearly enough to even faze him, as her arms were much like the rest of her body, too relaxed to work the way she wished them.

He rose back upward once more, sucking and nibbling at those hardened nipples as she lay there, her breath still paced hastily as she moaned in response to his fingers. Again, the sirens faded to that pleasure. Did it matter now? Phoebe gave up on trying to make any sense out of this, everything seemed so slow and sleepy for her to bother.

She felt his hand move now, away from that tender area and making room for himself, something that was trying to wake up her senses, but the drug had taken a heavy toll on her train of thought. Not the slightest movement as he did this, her small, slender fingers gently grasping the blankets below her. She felt as he placed the head of his large member between the outter of her lips, and then pressed.

She winced, a sharp gasp placing itself past her lips as she tried to shift back, try and move away from him. No, her mind was still moving slow, her body still relaxed and unwanting to move, save her hands which pressed lightly against him in attempt to move him.

He was talking again, but she didn't head, no. He began to slowly thrust into her, drawing out another gasp which turned into a scream, soft but still, wincing as her walls were forced to expand to their fullest and still not enough room. She tried to move once more, accomplishing little as she tried to get away. Just what exactally was happening?

 

[grinner666]

Jamie heard her cry . . . her whimper, actually . . . and slowed his thrust, almost to a stop. He knew he was stretching his Phoebe inside, maybe painfully, but hoped that, if he took things carefully and went slowly, she'd be able to adapt.

She'd pulled her face away from him. He lowered his head to kiss her lips again, noticing that now her lips opened, willingly or through lack of strength, for him. His hands found her shoulders and he slipped his hands up along her arms, stretching them out under his hands. Finding her wrists, he pulled them back toward him and held them in place by her shoulders. He lifted some of his weight off her, leaning on her wrists, his elbows holding hers down as he slowly, slowly continued his thrust.

He bottomed out against her cervix, still not entirely in . . . she was so tight! But she was also very slippery, well lubricated from his touch and his tongue. She'd stretch to fit him. He kissed her again, pulling back until he was almost out of her, then thrusting forward, a little faster, a little harder this time.

He continued this way for some time, until she could fit him entirely within her . . . then began thrusting in earnest, sliding his skin against hers as he did so. He felt her inner muscles squeezing his big cock with each thrust, driving him wild.

"Wrap your pretty legs around me, baby," he gasped as he continued to thrust, harder and harder, "show me you love me."

 

[TaintedHeart]

Phoebe's momentary struggle fell to a silent relaxation once more, something she realized was not completely under her control, but it so seemed she'd have to go along with it. He slowed somewhat, a massive relief on Phoebe's part, that twinge of pain slowly decreasing as she still kept that attempt to move away, not liking this situation much at all through the foggy conscious she was holding.

She'd accomplished something, moving her head away from him, but he simply leaned down once more to kiss her. It was rather reluctant, as she was still stuck on trying to move away, but half in a clear mind she was finding it very difficult. Her arms were raising, she'd realized, which were being pulled and pushed ever so lightly until he shifted his weight then, beginning to lean down onto those delicate arms, trapping them below his. Try as she might have wanted, she knew she wasn't going to be able to move away this time. Her eyes watched him still, silently, unable to keep a understanding of what was happening exactally as she felt him slowly continue to thrust.

He'd pressed far, she knew, not far enough to be completely inside. The fact that he was sliding along instead of having a harder time made it less uncomfortable, but none the less it was still a task stretching to accomodate him. He leaned in to kiss her, pulling back and then thrusting forward, whatever little squeak that had came from her throat drowned in the kiss.

He continued this way for some time, until she could fit him entirely within her . . . then began thrusting in earnest, sliding his skin against hers as he did so. He felt her inner muscles squeezing his big cock with each thrust, driving him wild.

The slow repetitive movements had Phoebe wanting to move away once more, clear minded or not, it was becomming more and more uncomfortable. Her body was only reacting naturally, those muscles squeezing around his large member until Phoebe tried to block it all out and centered herself upon trying to get away.

Phoebe hadn't made a sound now, that insufferable silence seeming to echo through her mind. The drug was still in effect, very much so, so as she tried to move she found herself wondering what she was doing and why? It'd just suddenly become very uncomfortable toward her. As he spoke she shook her head, slowly at that, trying to shift away once more silently, her eyes watching him.

 

[grinner666]

As he spoke she shook her head, slowly at that, trying to shift away once more silently, her eyes watching him.

"Oh, baby," he said, laying his full weight on her, pinning her beneath him and taking her wrists in his hands, "that is so disappointing."

He raised her wrists slowly over her head, cuffing them once again to the headboard. She might have tried to resist, but if so he didn't even notice. "I think you maybe need another lesson about being a good girl," he said, running his big, calloused hands down her arms, her ribs, down to her hips. He slid them back to her bruised ass, grabbing one cheek in each hand and squeezing roughly.

He began thrusting wildly, pulling almost completely out of her, then slamming his cock forward into her cervix over and over. He grabbed and scratched at her bruised ass cheeks all the while, pulling her into him, driving himself even deeper, hurting her with his dick. Teaching her a lesson.

Eventually he came, shaking and crying out as he splashed his seed inside her. By that time she was moaning . . . she might have been screaming, but he'd effectively gagged her with his tongue, covering her lips and shoving it between her teeth. He pulled it out now and, collapsing on top of her, began stroking her hair with his right hand, his left still kneading her bruised backside.

"You get some rest now, baby," he murmured, lifting his head enough to recognize the glazed look in her eyes. She'd be unconscious soon, the drug having had its way with her.

He waited until she'd closed her eyes. Then, taking one nipple in his mouth, drifted off himself, still softening inside her. After all, he knew the roofie had a good chance of making her forget her first night with him unless she woke up with a . . . reminder of some sort. And he didn't want that, not at all . . .

 

[TaintedHeart]

Phobe hadn't the time to move out of the way, not being granted a moment after she had denied him that odd request. But it came as more of a frustration as he placed his weight upon her, disabling any movement she may had wanted as he took her wrists, that foggy state of mind not drawing much of a resistance.

As her wrists were raised, she shook her head, attempting to clear her mind and think clearly, feeling the cuffs lock around her wrists as she watched him in a mixture of confusion and curiousity, listening as he spoke, but the words went soon forgotten. His hands were travelling once more, down her arms then to her hips, curling them back to her sore backside and grasping her there, squeezing much too rough, drawing a wince as she tried now to pull back, whimpering from this treatment.

But what was next to come was completely unexpected. He pulled out of her nearly completely, slamming forward in such a fashion that she could not help but cry out then, trying to pull back as that jolting pain shot it's entire way up her body. He was pulling her into each of those wildly aimed thrusts, the pain only increasing as tears flickered from her eyes now as she tried to pull away weakly, learning then it would be a useless attempt.

Her efforts went soon to nothing as he continued on, falling silent with but the uncontrolled trembling of her body beneath his under such force, until he finally released inside of her, drawing but a few moans as her body seemed to act for her. He pulled out then, collapsing and pinning her once more beneath him as she lost the need to try and escape, leaving her mind a swirl of dizzy confusion, the flickering and lingering pain still numbing her form.

Her muttered something to her then, something she did not hear as pure fatigue took it's toll, lulling her into an unwanted sleep, one in which would be more than difficult to attempt to wake from.

In but a few moments here eyes closed then, leaving the world to an unconscious mind as she lay there, her body still aching and attempting to recover from such treatment it would have never recieved elsewhere. Any hopes or thinking of waking any time soon went unnoticed still as she slept, unknowing that by morning any memory of the night would be completely gone to her except for what her body itself was feeling.

 

[grinner666]

Jamie woke still inside his Phoebe . . . hardening again inside her, in fact. He rubbed his face muzzily, then looked down at her. She was so beautiful . . . he reached down and cupped her cheek, then leaned over and kissed her forehead, her eyelids . . . her lips, letting his tongue flick briefly against hers.

She'd begun to stir. He propped himself up on his elbow, smiling down at her, stroking her hair with his other hand. "Hello, baby," he smiled, "feeling better? Maybe a little more cooperative? Appreciative of all my hard work?"

He lay very still, not moving the hardening cock inside her.