The Collector

"I'm a photographer."
He said it flatly and waited for a response.

She said nothing.

"After you have breakfast I'm going to come back with my equipment and photograph you. "
He walked over to the bookcase and picked up a stack of magazines and tossed them on the bed.

"Look at these while I'm gone. These are the kind of pictures I'm going to take. Who knows...maybe I'll make us both famous."

He walked over and cupped his hand under her breast then raised it and licked the round curve above the lacey bra.
"I'm going to eat these later today."

He winked and walked out.

The magazines on the bed were what she expected,
Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler.
 
Heather

I already knew the kind of pictures he would take, as soon as he said the word photographer, and considering the clothing I had on....

I pushed the magazines aside. I didn't want a preview to what he planned. I was not sure how I would handle him touching me in a sexual way. I knew that at this point I was in no position to fight him.

I had to be patient and think this through. I would bide my time.

I stood and looked at myself in the beautiful mirror standing on four legs in the corner. I saw myself in that black lingerie and was not appalled by the way I looked. the high cut panties, and the black bra were stunning against my pale skin. the Garter and thigh highs created more of an erotic look.

I turned when he came back into the room.
 
"Yes...yes. Good. Hold the bra up against your breasts...that's right. Now spread your legs a bit wider...arch your eyebrow damnit!...That's right...No, no...wait..."

Heather was standing in front of the mirror facing it but looking over her shoulder at Jeremy. She was nude from the waist up, holding her open brassiere against her self with one arm across her bosom and the other on her out thrust hip. The black thigh highs seen from the back showed off the taught and graceful line of her legs...

He set down the Haselbladt and walked over to her.
"Don't move"

Falling down on his knees behind her, she felt his hands begin to caress her thighs...
Then his lips began to kiss the ivory skin above the stocking tops and up to the rising curve of the French cut undies, his tongue thrusting into the valley between her buttocks...

"Slip off your panties." he mumbled,
"Let's take some with your ass showing now."
 
Bailey

I was removed from this, as much as I could be. I swallowed the rage and helplesness that had enveloped me. I did as he said, and slipped out of the beautiful french cut panties that he had provided for me.

His tongue made my stomach curl in nausea, bile rose to the back of my throat, but I swallowed it back, not wanting to anger him.

I stood facing the mirror, my legs parted sans underwear, trembling inside with terror.
 
He lined up the shot just right. adjusted the lighting and peered through the viewfinder.
The heels and angle of her legs, spread about 18 inches apart, showed off her athletic thighs to great advantage. Her ass was round and firm...opened just enough to sense the shadow of her anus and the silouetted rise of her mons with the ridge of her labia barely indicated. The lne of her spine was curved so as to present a more oblique view of her shoulde and a glimpse of the bottom of her white breast which she was covering with her arm.

"Beautiful...don't move.....
ClickFlash!

"Another...."
Click Flash!

He felt himself growing excited, My God how gorgeous she was!

"Don't move Heather."
She shut her eyes, her legs were aching.

She heard him quietly approach and then his hands were on her thighs, rubbing them from knee to hip. And he was...
He was licking circles around her ...
She tensed up!
"NO!"

"DONT MOVE GODDAMNIT!"
Jeremy's hands spread her cheeks apart roughly and she felt his
long stiff tongue push into her asshole
 
OOC:
Sorry for the Typo's on my Unregistered post above Danse.
I goofed and an Unreg cannot edit!

Tired I guess...
 
Heather

OOC: NO problem Ariosto.


IC: I was exhausted, and aching from having to stand still.

Then he touches me, and tells me not to move when I flinch.

I can not help reacting to his violation of me. I instinctively say "NO" and he screams for me to stand still. Then he violates me with his tongue. He wants me to stand still while he defiles me with that thing that lives in that rabid mind of his.

I feel the tears tickling the backs of my eyes, but I refuse to cry. I am finished being the victim in this little scenario he is playing out, with me being the star. I am afraid that this play will never end.

I turn my head and say in a calm voice, "Jeremy, My legs are aching, I can't stand here any longer. I really need to sit down, please." I asked him without begging. Simply telling him what I needed seemed to confuse him. His brow wrinkled and he looked disconcerted for a moment.

I could almost imagine him thinking he was the only player here, that I was only a toy of his and he could play as long as HE wanted, since I wasn't a real person.
 
Suddenly she felt him rising behind her in one smooth motion, his hands circling her body they come under her arm and over her breasts squeezing them hard. He is stiff and hot between her spread legs and too late she realises what he plans to do . She tries to close them but his legs are already in the way and his cock is pressing against her labia. Heather struggles wildly, but she's off balance and each twist seems to jog the tip of his penis in further.

"GOD DAMN YOU!!...BASTARD!!!" I HA..."
He claps his free hand over her mouth and leans back raising her off the floor. Her own weight begins to impale her on Jeremy's prick. She feels her lips opening as the head begins to enter, she violently contracts her muscles but the respite is brief. His cock is sinking into her no matter how hard she fights it.
 
Heather

I suddenly go limp. No sense in fighting, it will just make him angry.

He falls over and I landed hard on him, making his dick jam deeply inside of me. I groaned, since it hurt.

He grabbed my hips and starting moving me back and forth really fast. I went limp again, and still, I felt the response to the friction he was creating inside of me.

I didn't want to feel this. I didnt' want to get turned on. He was basically raping me, and I was getting aroused.
 
She was on the floor, her face pressed against the carpet. His arm was under her hips keeping her raised up high enough for him to penetrate. He watched his long cock in fascination as it
entered between her lips, when he pulled it out her labia clung to it like a little mouth. He reached between her legs and found the place where he knew a woman was supposed to recieve the most satisfaction. He began to rub it and pinch it with his fingertips while he watched his penis sliding in and out of Heathers pussy.
 
Heather

I bit my lips together to keep from moaning. His fingers were creating a whirlwind inside of me. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, as his fingers toyed with me and as his dick slid in and out.

I was uncomfortable the way I was postitioned on the floor. That helped me to maintain some of my distance from the act. It was rape.

I was raging inside. I resolved to just lie there, and let him do what he had to do. I would not be a willing participant.

And then I had that little twirly feeling in the pit of my stomach and I wondered if the promise I had just made wasn't just famous last words.

My mind was thinking..irony as the feeling grew.
 
She was coming to realise that Jeremy had tremendous strength in his slender body. He showed it again as he picked her up and swiveled her so that her arms were resting on the soft cushion of the chair. Now his hands could have free play with her breasts and nipples while he continued to fuck her from behind. He kept one hand between her legs and used it to rub and pinch her pearl while his other hand squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples.
He had built up a tempo that was increasing in force and speed. Her smooth white back was glistening with sweat and a flush was beginning to spread over it. She'd fought his penetrations at first, then had given up...gone limp. But now as he pulled his cock back he began to feel an exquisite contraction almost as though she wanted him to stay inside her and never leave.
 
Heather

How could this be? How could I be wanting this? What kind of reprobate did this pleasure make me.

My mind was battling with my body. I was breathing a little heavier, as he manipulated my clit, his dick keeping a tempo that was creating more desire within me.

He was a sick man, and he was raping me. I didn't understand my desire now. Silent tears ran down my face as my body betrayed me. My mind screaming at me to stop feeling to stop wanting, and my body giving him what he wanted as the beginning of an orgasm reached out to him.

I could hear him behind me, breathing hard, and whimpering now and again, as if this might be painful for him. I lowered my head into the arm of the chair and let the tears fall. I was almost choking on them.

Then it came, crashing over me, feeling like I had wanted it, giving to me all the pleasure it was supposed to, but leaving me feeling empty.

I let out an involuntary moan as it reached out and pulled me into the crashing waves.

I made a mental note to take a look at my eyes in the mirror when this was over, and then take note of what I saw there.
 
When he realised that Heather was now a participant and not a victim, Jeremy was ecstatic.
Whatever guilt he may have had was washed away the first time he heard her moan in reaction to his thrusts. Now he knew that he was going to cum inside her and make her his. His semen would be the glue of their bonding.
"Heather...heather...heather...heather..."
He breathed her name at each stroke and they came faster and faster.
His orgasm rose like a great beast, driving him into her, taking control of his hands and fingers moving them, stripping away his thoughts, blotting out everything.

"IAMMMMMCUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMIINNGGGGGGGINNNNNNYOUUUU"
He screamed as he felt the hot spend creaming out of his cock and filling her up.
 
Heather

Rape:was now known to be more about power and control than it is about sex.

I was confused. I knew this man who was screaming my name and sending his sperm shooting inside of me was insane. I knew that he was raping me, I didn't want it, not when it started, not now when it was finished.

My body betrayed me and I was not sure how to deal with that. My orgasm had been powerful, and it had nearly made me call out. The silent tears still flowed, from eyes that would reveal a soul wounded beyond repair.

He was leaning agaisnt my back, his breath harsh, and he was talking nonsense.

I felt ill. I jerked up and rushed to the bathroom in enough time to lean over the toilet. I had only had toast and coffee earlier in the day, so the retching was dry and painful.

I sat by the toilet on the cool tile floor, letting the coldness seep into my naked body. I leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes, trying not to see what had happened, trying to block out what was playing over and over again in my mind.
 
After that Jeremy left her alone for awhile. He would knock at the door politely three times a day and leave her meals which were always tasty and well balanced. He brought wine the first evening but when she left it untouched he replaced it with iced
tea. She knew he was watching her still. Occasionaly he would talk to her casually over the intercom. She would respond only in the briefest manner. The clothes he brought her each morning continued to be bizarre. A black thong bikini one day, a powder blue teddy the next.

On what she believed was the 5th day of her captivity he appeared at the door after dinner with a box of movie tapes a bag of popcorn and a six pack of beer.

"Hi honey," he said,
"Thought it would be nice to have a date. We can take in a show
and plow through some munchies."

He spilled the contents of the box on the floor.
"You pick."

The lurid jackets were enough...

'Motorcycle GangBang', 'Peter Cums to Town" and a couple of classics, 'Behind the Green door" and 'Debbie Does Dallas.'
 
Heather

I spent the next several days sitting around in various stages of undress, sketching on a nice pad of sketch paper. I was using good pencils. I always kept the pad close to me, and closed when I wasn't using it, and under my pillow while I slept.

It was my journal. It was my release from this chaos, and it belonged to me. I was not going to share this until I was ready to.

He startled me when he came in. I had gotten used to his voice coming from speakers, telling me of his day, his thoughts. I wasn't required to talk back, except when he asked me how I was doing. My answer was always fine. I also thanked him for the meals. They were tasteful, and well prepared. I was thankful for them.

I looked at the movies and swallowed the sigh that seemed ready to erupt. I picked up the green door, and handed it to him, my face devoid of expression.

I leaned back against the head board, shoving the sketch pad under the mattress.

I didn't want him to see what I had drawn, not yet. The sketches were of him. In various stages of anger, or insanity. I had caught the expressions perfectly in pencil. I would begin working on the painting in the morning. I had not decided if I wanted to use oils or charcoal yet.

He had been eyeing the sketch pad, but he had not said anything.


I settled in and popped the top on one of the beers. I didn't usually like beer, but I didn't want the tantrum if I refused to drink.
 
He wasn't much of a beer drinker either and only two cans of the six pack were ever opened.
They watched in relative silence. When Marilyn was stripped by her kidnappers Jeremy climbed on the bed and sat beside her. When the women caressed Chamber's breasts and began to have oral sex with her, he asked Heather if she'd ever had sex with another woman.
When the black man with the huge cock mounted her, he asked Heather if she'd ever had sex with a Negro. She shook her head no and watched as Jeremy
slid off his pants and displayed his erection.

"I bet I'm as big as any African don't you think?"
She just stared at him.

"Give me your hand Sweetheart."
He reached over and placed it on his hot cock.

"Now let's play with each other while we watch."
His own fingers were already sliding under the waistband of the frilly white panties he'd given her to wear that day.
 
Heather

I could barely stand to watch the scenes on the television screen. I was sitting there on the bed with a mad man, watching porn, and eating popcorn.

His hand slipped into my panties and it was all I could do not to squirm away. His dick was hot in my hand and I wanted to squeeze him so hard he would cry, but I knew I wouldn't. I would do what he told me, and I would let him do whatever he wanted.

His fingers began seperating the lips of my pussy, pushing further in until he found the thing he was looking for. He pinched and squeezed my clit....Makine me shiver against my will.

IN the meantime, the movie was playing out....
 
Jeremy's long fingers penetrated and curled high into Heather's pussy. He moved them inside as though they were looking for something. She closed her eyes but the moans and mutterings of passion coming from the TV could not be shut out. He had grown hard in her hand and she felt him twitching.

"Come on darling...jack me off. Like you do your boyfriend."

Her eyes flew open. How did he know that! She had done it many times with Todd. When they would be watching a movie. Not a porn movie, any movie.
She looked at Jeremy's cock. It was bigger than
his. Longer and thicker. Slowly she began to move her hand up and down the curving shaft while his fingers had suddenly found a very sensitive spot. In spite of herself she was getting wet.
 
heather

Once again, my body betrayed me. His fingers stroked me, and he ordered me to do the same to him.

I began to glide my hand up and down his swollen cock the hard silkiness of him was a turn on of itself.

I had my eyes closed, but I could still here the sounds of the movie, the horrid groans and moans. I took a deep breath and stifled the tremor that wanted to wash over me as his fingers found my g-spot, hidden deeply inside of me.

My hand instinctively squeezed as he stroked my pussy with his long fingers. My legs fell further apart, giving him better entrance. I closed my eyes and saw my boyfriend in my mind.
 
"That's right Heather, squeeze me tighter."
He watched her pretty hands stroking him. His own fingers were busy inside her causing her to contract involuntarily, to slide down on them forcing a deeper penetration.

"Open your eyes!"
She snapped them open.

"I know what your thinking about!"
Suddenly his fingers sunk deeper as his hand rammed itself againt her sex.

She gasped!

"Look at my cock. MY cock! Look at your hands on my cock! Not Jacks. Jacks not here is he?"
His fingers seemed to be tearing at her insides, she groaned and writhed!

"Is he!"
"No" she murmured..."no"

"Then sit up and look at what your doing!" I want you to make me cum with your hands. Do you understand?...Now stroke me. HARD!"
 
Heather

So I squeezed my hand as hard as I could around his pulsing dick. I stroked him up and down hard, not breaking the stare. I didn't give a shit if he was angry at me. I was understanding my situation better each moment.

"You like this Jeremy? You want it how? Harder?" I asked him as my hand slammed up and down him the same way his hand has slammed against me.

"Tell me Jeremy" I said, my voice making his name sound like the worse kind of steaming shit on the bottom of my shoe. "You like me better docile? You want to punish me? Or do you want it hard?"

His eyes were large, and surprised. I narrowed my eyes and I took his hand in my free hand. "If you want to do it right, you better start learning." I let my own fingers stroke myself as I stroked him.

I had decided I was just about sick of being a victim.
 
The action of her hand squeezing him tightly and rapidly pumping his throbbing cock brought a climax very quickly.
Jeremy sighed and shuddered and watched as warm white cum spilled from his penis striking her in the face and running down her hands and wrists. She flinched and drew back.

"Don't stop!...Don't stop damn it!....Ahhhhhhhhh..."
Her fingers had frozen over his on her sex when he began to cum but now Jeremy's began to move again, twisting inside her, his thumb rubbing against the pearl of her clit.

"Now Heather," He gasped,
"Lick me clean while I get you off."

He watched again in fascination as her lips bent towards his throbbing dripping penis.
 
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