The Collector

[dansemajik]

Heather

I wanted to jump up and get away from the hands that made my skin crawl. He was running them up my thighs, getting closer and closer to my hips.

He offered to massage me, and I had no will to say no. It was like part of my brain had removed it self from the rest of my body.

I felt my eyes close and I began talking, my words slightly slurred and my speech slow.

"I like to fuck." I said. "I like to be fucked hard, then soft. I like hands on my body, I like it all." I was appalled to feel the wetness between my legs, and the familiar tensing in my stomach, down into my genitals.

I had slipped down in the chair a bit, totally relaxed thanks to the drugs, his hands found the wetness, and I heard him sigh.

 

[ariosto]

He knew the drug would not render her unconscious but only sap her will, make her dreamily euphoric. When the effect passed she would remember everything.

His hands slipped up between her smooth thighs. There was no resistance. She slid forward on the soft chair and her legs passed like silk on both sides of him.

"You like my hands on your body Heather?"
He shut his eyes and relished the cool creamy texture of her skin. His hands glided over her hips and belly then came down to the small strip of blonde pubic hair.

"I almost shaved you last night. You are so lovely there and I wanted to see every fold and opening...but I didn't. Maybe I'll have you shave yourself and I'll just watch you."

Her sex had a simple beauty, from the slight swelling of her mons a short pink hood rose up and below it the moist slit of her vulva, the lips almost completely hidden by the folds on either side.

Jeremy sat cross legged again, his hands resting on her outstretched knees, his face only a foot away from her sex.

"Heather, take your fingers and play with yourself. You know touch yourself.
Masturbate for me.
I want to watch how you make yourself cum."

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

The detached part of my brain was screaming at me. Telling me to stop, to get up, to hide. But I did none of those things.

I felt the smooth areas where he had shaved me, not really registering what it meant. My finger slipped neatly between the lips, and instinctively up. I found my clit and slowly rolled my finger around it, and sighed.

I used my other hand to hold the lips of my vagina apart as I stroked my fingers up and down, and into my pussy.

My strokes were sure, but slow, steady, firm, but not too firm. It occurred to me that sometimes guys are too careful when they do this, or they are too rough. For a man to truly learn how to touch a woman, he has to watch her masturbate.

I know my face was flushed, and my eyes were half closed. My lips were parted and I was making soft moaning sounds as I brought myself to the edge.

My orgasm was gentle, nice. Not earth shattering, but relaxing, I probably smiled a bit with it as I let it wash over me.

I raised my had to my mouth and I licked my fingers.

 

[ariosto]

"No let me."
He took her fingers, lovely tapering fingers clear polish on each manicured tip.
He took her fingers and placed them in his mouth. Sucking them and licking them, savoring them, memorising the taste.
She was creamy, smooth, a hint salty but sweet as wild honey.

He placed her hand back on her thigh when he'd finished and then kneeling again reached out and touched her clitoris. He began to rub it in small circles with the tip of his index finger.

"Is this hard enough Heather. Am I doing it right?"

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

"Hmmmm" I said, my head drifting to one side. His fingers expertly manipulating my clit. Small firm circles. I put my hand on his and increased the pressure and the area of motion just a bit.

then I slipped one of my fingers inside my pussy, wanting something else and being ashamed of the need, in that detached corner of my mind.

 

[ariosto]

Jeremy watched her finger slide into the damp folds of her vagina with fascination. He looked at her face. her eyes were heavy lidded, half closed. Her perfectly shaped lips half opened. The pink tip of her tongue would appear between her white teeth.
Her breasts were taught and pointing at the ceiling, the nipples grown into stiff little pink buds.
He smiled. He'd chosen very very well.

"Here Heather let me."
Using the long fingers of one hand to spread the fold of her pussy open he slides his index finger between her pale pink lips and along the moist length of her own .

"Now show me what to do."

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

With the detached part of my mind screaming "NO" I still did what he asked.

I took his hand and crossed his first two fingers, and then I put them into my pussy. I grabbed his wrist and showed him the depth, and the force that really got me going. My other hand was stroking my clit, and with his hand slamming into me, I was moaning softly.

I opened my legs further and slid down more in the chair to give him deeper access, and I even propped my feet on his shoulders to brace myself for his strokes. I felt his lips on my breasts, and I moaned again.

I had closed my eyes, and was ignoring the voice on that side of my brain. "Fuck me please...." I heard myself whine..."Oh, God...Please, I need it."

 

[ariosto]

He tried not to block to much of the hidden camera's view as he srtetched across her supple body and began to kiss her breasts.
His fingers, crossed over as she desired were plunging into her pussy. Her own delicate hand on his wrist setting the quickening pace.

His free hand framed her jaw and he kissed her lips, then trailed his tongue down her soft throat and over the sharp rise of her breasts. He kissed them softly all around the base, then up slowly and finally to the aching tips, which he first pushed tentatively with his tongue then kissed.

"Is this right Heather?"
she felt his fingers begin to twist inside her with each stroke.

"Is this right ...the way I'm playing with your tits?"
Suddenly he sucked her nipple hard into his mouth between his teeth.

"Is it sweetheart? Tell me."

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

I let out a tortured moan. "Stop, stop, stop" the voice was screaming, but this part of me couldn't voice the words.

Tears coursing down my cheeks, I nodded, and said, "yes" as he ravaged my breasts. Hard sucking and biting. The more I felt it, the more I liked it. I needed it rough. I never had before. Was I punishing myself for letting him do this to me? Or was this really what I liked.

His hand slammed into me and my fingers were stroking my clit and I was almost there, almost to the brink. "harder, harder god dammit" I said in a voice I didn't recognize.

 

[ariosto]

Suddenly he stopped.
He just stopped.
Sat back on his haunches and stared at the tortured girl spread out on the chair. He sucked her moisture of his fingers. Noticed with satisfaction the swollen redened tips of her breasts and her inflamed clit, lying exposed at the head of her glistening labia.

He smiled as he relished her taste.
"You are so splendid to look at and taste my darling. I'd do anything for you right now."

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

I whimpered, and the sensation of being left alone and in the throes of passion seemed to bring me back to myself.

A voice inside me said, "then let me go" but the words didn't get uttered. The words that came out would haunt me for the rest of my life I was sure. I was asking for this lunatic to be intimate with me....and that was something I didn't think I would ever be able to get past.

The words that came out, as my fingers continued to circle my clit, as the drug induced half closed eyes looked at him were this: "I want you to fuck me, you sick son of a bitch."

 

[ariosto]

Jeremy stood up and slipped off his sweater, unbuttoned his shirt and took off his pants, socks and shoes.

"You really want me to fuck you Heather?"

Her eyes were nearly closed but her lips whispered, "yessssss'
He took off his shorts and waved his erection in front of her.
"It's eight inches long Sweetheart and kind of thick. Will it be to much for you?"

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

He waved his dick in front of me and I for some reason opened my mouth.

I leaned forward and latched my lips around his dick. Like a hungry baby bird...A mama bird offers it the worm....well, I was hungry.

I made noises, loud slurping noises that appalled the side of me that gave a damn. I slid down to my knees, and go my hands around his ass, and pulled him to me.

I took him all the way to his balls. I pressed my breasts against his thighs. His hands were in my hair and I could recognize the words he was saying, because all I could hear was the roaring in my ears.

 

[ariosto]

In his mind he pretends that Heather is sucking his cock because she loves him. He'd all but forgotten the drops he'd added to her wine.
Her mouth is not large but shaped in a lovely cupids bow and now that mouth is wrapped around him, sliding up and down his swollen length . He feels her tongue traveling too, swirling around him as she takes him in deeper ad deeper each time.

...Hot, satin, smooth, tight, movement, burning, itching, acheing, tongue on the sensitve glans, pushing and licking...her face...lovely face....long lashes...fucking her face...fucking her face...fucking her...

"I'm going to CUM!"
Hardly any forwarning. Suddenly he feels it explode and he's gushing six months of pent up lust into her open mouth.
She can't hold it. She swallows but it's filling her mouth anyway. Hot and thick it runs off her lips, she pulls back to keep from choking and the last loads strike her cheeks and forehead.

For a moment Jeremy just stands there. His cock dripping on the floor. Then without a word he races to the door and slams it shut.

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

I sit in the floor, with wet sperm dripping off my face, trying not to retch in the floor.

I heard the door slam and then I became aware of my sobs. Quiet tears flowed down my cheek. I stood up and stumbled into the bathroom. I spit into the sink, and found a toothbrush. I brushed my teeth vigorously. Then I found a wash cloth and I scrubbed my face. The tears fell unbidden. I kept muttering to myself, "stupid, stupid." I felt my stomach lurch and I rushed to the toilet. I strained, dry heaves, my stomach felt as if it were being torn in half.

I leaned over resting my head agaisnt the cool porceline(forgive my spelling of Porceline, I never remember how to spell the damn word).

I don't know how long I kneeled like that, crying. It felt like hours.

 

[ariosto]

"Heather." The voice came from straight overhead.
Overhead! in the bathroom!.

"I'm sorry I ran out like that. I know that after a woman has made love to you. Your supposed to stay with her. Hug her...be sweet to her.
........
...I think I was overwhelmed. You see I've wanted this so long and..."

The look on her face as she stormed into the bedroom brought him up cold.
It looked like she wanted to kill him.

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

My stomach still quesy at the thoughts of what had just occurred... I went to the bedroom, wiping my face with the cool cloth.

"You Sorry excuse for a man. You didn't 'make love' to me, what you did was no better than rape." I was so incredibly angry, and violated, that I was shaking.

"You drugged me." I said, not believing it had happened. "What is the deal Jeremy...is that your name? Why can't you do the normal dating thing? Why do you have to resort to kidnapping and drugging me?"

I stared up at the camera, still nude, my hair a mess, my face as pale as death. I turned around and went to the wardrobe. I pulled out a long silk sheath and pulled it over my head. In the small closet, I found a terry cloth robe. I put it on.

then I turned from the camera and climbed into bed. I needed sleep. I still felt sick, and I didn't want to have to think about what I had just done.

I was still crying when I fell asleep.

 

[ariosto]

As she slept, a heavy sleep from the after effects of the drug, Jeremy watched and edited the video's he'd made that day. He especially enjoyed the one of her masturbating. He'd gotten some wonderful close ups and thought the pale rosey pink of her labia was about the most delicate and beautiful color he'd ever seen. Setting the control to play it as a loop he took out his penis and began to masturbate.

Then he thought...
"Why?...why should I be jacking off to a TV image when the real thing is downstairs!"

Jack had dimmed the lights in her room when he knew she was asleep but he had no problem in seeing her sprawled across the bed.
The gown had fallen open and he could see her nipples easily through the thin slip. Her face was lovely. She looked like a little girl sleeping there.
He took off his pants and lay beside her. His cock stood up straight and stiff as he slowly pumped it. When he felt himself about to cum he rolled over and aimed himself at her mouth and breasts.
He groaned as the climax hit and he saw his hot cum splatering across her face and throat and tits.
When he was finished he wiped himself on her cheeks and then on impulse began to strip her. She turned and moaned in her sleep but never woke up.
he also stripped the sheets from the bed and threw all the clothes from the closet and the drawers onto them and then dragged them out the door.

"Sorry excuse for a man", eh?...Well he'd show her!
He made sure to turn the thermostat up a notch. He didn't want her to get cold.

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

I woke up cold...shivering. I remembered putting on a night gown before I fell into bed. I was nude. I noticed that the only sheet on the bed was the bottom sheet, no blanket, no top sheet, no comforter. I know my face held confusion. It dawned on me then that this was my punishment for being angry at my circumstances. I had insulted my most sensitive captor, and he was punishing me.

I saw that the wardrobe was open and it was empty as well. I sat up, muttering about how mature that act had been, and went to wash my face, and use the bathroom. I noticed something white dried on my neck, by my left ear. I shuddered, thinking it was sperm from the night before. I decided to run a bath, relieved that he had at least left the towels.

I ran the water as Hot as I could stand it. I ran it deep, and then I slid into it, not caring that it seared my skin. I took a thick washcloth and soaped it up, then I began to scrub my skin raw. To get him off of me. My face, my legs, my arms, my breasts, every inch I could reach, got scrubbed with all my might. IT was glowing a maddened reddish color and some spots were scraped where I had used my fingernails to get him off of me.

I heard the outer door open in a rush and he came rushing into the bathroom, a look of panic on his face.

 

[ariosto]

"STOP!...STOP!"He screamed.
Jeremy slapped the soap out of Heathers hand and jerked the washcloth away. He looked at it in horror. There was blood on it from her frantic scrapings.

"NEVER...YOU...MUST...NEVER...mark yourself!"
His eyes were like glittering ice.

"You're beautiful. It's why you're here.
Do you UNDERSTAND!"
He grabbed the soap and began washing her back.

"Do not do anything to destroy your beauty.
MY GOD Look at you. Bleeding...RAW!"
He hurled the soap at the wall. It smashed flat against it.

He spun around and pointed a finger at her like a shotgun.

"You exist because of your beauty. If you try to damage yourself again. If you cease to be lovely to me...then I will dispose of you and FIND ANOTHER!"

With the threat hanging in the air like thunder. Jeremy stormed out of the room.

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

I sat there in the cooling water, shivering. Not from cold, but from fear. My throat was closed up because of it, my heart pounding. I looked at my arms, and he was right,I was bleeding.

I sat in the tub, rocking back and forth, face buried in my hands, crying. I hated that I was crying. I felt so lost, so alone. Then the thought came. Dead. I could be dead. I could make him kill me.....then it vanished. I was too much a coward. I stood up and wrapped a thick warmed towel around me. I was surprised my the warmth, so I felt the towel rack, it was heated. I said a silent thank you for that fact. I went to the chest above the sink, I swung open the mirrored door and withdrew some antibacterial cream, which I smeared on my skin where I had scraped it. I took great care, applying the moisturizer to my face. Then the lotion to the rest of my body.

I realized that I would never get out of here, that I would never be free. I had to come to terms with that. I wasn't sure how, not yet, but I was sure something would come to me.

I looked at the small studio area and wandered to it. I took up the pastels, and decided I needed something more substantial. So I took up the charcoal, and I began making broad sweeps across the thick paper. I worked for over three hours.

when I was done, I stood back. I saw myself, and finally, I had caught the emotion in the eyes perfectly. Despair. So I named it that, despair..and signed it. I wiped my hands off and lie back on the stripped bed. I said to the air. "You care so much about me, the least you could do is let me have a blanket. I can handle no clothes...but I like to be warm, I believe that last night was payment enough for anything I may have said after to make you angry" My voice was kept flat, no anger, no pain, totally devoid of emotion.

 

[ariosto]

He'd been watching her draw. Having no such talent himself it was a magical thing to him and he felt his heart warming towards her again.
"I love the drawing Heather." His voice was soft and kind.
"Yes I'll bring you a blanket and some clothes too...on one condition."

She looked at the camera.
"What condition?"

"That you will disrobe completely whenever I tell you to.
Agreed?"

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

In the back of my mind, I was saying, 'as if I had an option.' I nodded and said outloud, "OK, I will." I paused, and then asked one more question. "I would like your word that you won't drug any of my food or drink that I eat for sustenance. I realize that I have no say in this matter, but I will concede you can do whatever you want to extra wine, cheese, fruit etc. But I am asking humbly, that my meals not be tampered with"

I know I was asking alot. By drugging me, he was getting at least some willing participation, but I didn't want to be afraid to eat food. I had decided that death was not an option for me.

I waited.

 

[ariosto]

"All right. As long as I find you cooperative.
I'm coming down now. I'll bring you some coffee.
Cream no sugar right?"

There was a gentle knock on the door before he opened it. In his hands he held a thick woolen blanket some clothes and a mug of coffee which he set down quickly to keep from dropping.

"You look a lot better now. Very pretty."
His voice was sullen. Jeremy tossed the blanket on the bed and held up the clothes. A black lace brassiere matching french cut panties and dark sheer thighhighs.
She looked at them appalled.
"You have shoes still in the closet."
"I can't wear that all day!"

He looked at her without a hint of sympathy.
"You will wear that or nothing at all. What do you want for breakfast?"

 

[dansemajik]

Heather

I saw the bad temper on his face. Like a spoiled child who didn't get his way. He showed me what he wanted me to wear and then wondered at my reaction..."wear that, or nothing" he had said. I sighed and took the things and put them on.

"I think just toast" I told him in answer to his question. He was looking at the drawing. I wondered if he saw in the eyes of that drawing what I saw in my own. He was running his finger over the "despair" that I had carefully printed in the middle of the bottom edge. I sipped my coffee in my ludicrous costume, waiting for the next level of chaos.