Captured Kitten

This is a dark erotica novel containing themes of non-consent, humiliation, punishment, anal, and bdsm (bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism) It is not for the faint of heart nor libido…

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There was light all around me. I felt warm and comfortable. My bed felt so soft today. I reached out a hand to stroke the unusually soft sheets. And instead I felt a hard chest.

“Good morning Kitten.” A deep Spanish voice rumbled. Why was there a man in my bed? I opened my eyes, blinking away the sleep in utter confusion. I was staring at the monster from last night. He was sprawled casually beside me close enough that one of his arms was draped over my waist. He was propped up on one elbow apparently having been watching me sleep. I jerked away from him. Or at least I tried. He pulled me close against his chest as I tried to get away. He rolled and then I was pinned underneath him. A bit of his chest hair tickled my face and his musky smell invaded my senses. I realized I was wearing an unfamiliar silk nightie. The thought of him having dressed my unconscious body was somehow more frightening than waking up naked.

“Where am I?” I mumbled dejectedly against his chest. I stopped fighting for now. Wait for your moment, I reminded myself.

“You’re home pet.” Mal said simply as his hand stroked my thigh. Pressed up against his chest I could feel his words physically reverberate through me, and leave behind a sense of dread and longing. He sighed contentedly. “I could barely sleep at all last night, thinking about what we’re going to do. I can’t wait to begin your training.”

“This isn’t my home.” I tried to explain then realising the futility of that argument decided to change tactics. “Look… Mal.” He rolled me to the side and his hand quickly swatted my still sore ass and I yelped.

“My name was never Mal, that was just a username. And regardless, It’s now master to you, Kitten.” He reminded me. I gulped. No, I would not call him that.

“Look,” I continued trying to sidestep the whole master thing by putting a sweet plaintive and completely fake note in my voice. “I really wish you had just introduced yourself to me, it doesn’t have to start like this. If you let me go, we could go on a date and then-” pressed against his chest still, I felt and heard a rumbling chuckle interrupt me.

“Don’t lie to me, pet. I don’t think that ass of yours could handle more punishment.” He squeezed my right cheek to emphasise his point. “If I let you go, you’d run. You’ve run from everyone who’s ever tried to get close to you. Hell you probably would have run out on your wedding day too.”

“No I wouldn’t.” I snapped. Though truthfully I had wondered the same thing. He sighed again and let me go, pushing me back on the bed and getting up to reveal his muscled form. He was at least still wearing boxers. I noted with sudden satisfaction that across his bicep were four tracts of scabbed flesh. It seemed I had done some damage at last night.

“I think it’s time we begin.” Mal said as he opened the nightstand drawer beside him.

I launched myself off the bed and towards the first door I saw. I actually made it this time I reached the old fashion door and jerked it open. Inside was an assortment of horrors. Chains dangled from the walls and ceiling. There were rings and tie points all over. Something that looked like a pommel horse and a cage stood against one wall, a large medical-like bed with restraints on the other. The walls were covered in various kinky and unfamiliar but no doubt, torturous toys. I felt a large hand close on my shoulder.

“I know you’re an eager Kitten. But one step at a time.”

He pulled me back into the bedroom. I didn’t resist. I was too afraid of the alternative room. Grabbing me by my shoulders he marched me over to the bed and sat me down on the edge. I didn’t know what to do but I knew I couldn’t overpower him. My flight instinct was far too strong. I needed to wait for an advantage, I reminded myself.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, curling my anger around myself so that I would feel no fear… or other things.

Mal was kneeling in front of me rummaging through the bedside table. He pulled out a simple wooden box and sat it next to me. He seemed so relaxed but I had no illusions that the second I made another move to run, he would be on me. He reached out to take my face in his hands. I tried to turn my head away but he forced my face towards him and looked into my eyes with his mahogany brown gaze.

“Kitten, I’m going to do everything you’ve ever wanted, and everything I’ve ever wanted. You’ve always been mine, but now I’m claiming you. You’re going to be my pet, my slave, my slut, my everything. And from now on I will be your Master.” His words grew hungry by the end.

My eyes filled with tears. This was too much. Too fast. Panic and fear filled me. And suddenly I wanted to be back in my actual bed more than anything in the world. Mal’s look softened and he pulled me close. His arms went around me but also over top of my own, caging me in. He could even turn a hug into a subtle display of dominance. “You’ll see Kitten, you’ll be happy with me.” He promised huskily. He held me for a moment. And then let go to open the box. Inside on a velvet red pad were three silver circles. They were wide with red fabric on the inside and featured what looked like engravings and little rings attached around them. They almost looked like jewelry but it was obvious that they were far more sinister than that.

Mal pulled the smaller two circles out of the case. “Give me your hand.” He said. I just looked at him. I couldn’t get away right now but I wouldn’t participate in his humiliation of me. He sighed and quickly grabbed my hand and snapped a bracelet on before I could pull away. I would have tried to get up but with him kneeling in front of me he easily kept my legs pinned between himself and the bed. As I tried to push him away he grabbed my other hand and snapped the other bracelet on. He leaned back for a moment resting his large hands on my knees. I felt all over the accessories but there was no latch, no way to remove them. They fit snuggly as if they had been made for me. The interiors were soft like velvet. They had engravings of roses and thorns and each had a key shaped hole and sturdy little rings on the sides. I looked at him in horror and realized these weren’t bracelets; they were manacles. And that thing he was now holding wasn’t a choker. It was a collar. I felt light headed.

“Don’t do this.” I whispered.

His gaze softened and one of his hands went to cup my cheek and wipe away a tear I hadn’t realised had fallen. “Don’t worry pet. This is a good thing. These will help you remember just who you belong to.” He moved to bring the collar towards my neck. I knew it was useless but I struggled anyways. I arched away and shoved him, as I tried to pull my legs free. But once again he pinned me down against the bed. He gently pushed my hair out of the way and placed the collar around my neck. The loud click of it closing filled the room. It was the sound of defeat.

I cried out as the lock clicked shut. As if he was wounding me. Because he was, not physically but emotionally. And a part of me liked it. He pulled me close for a moment and then leaned back and wiped away my tears.

“Now!” He said cheerily. “How about breakfast?” I shook my head and tried to pull away.

“I need to go to the washroom.” I said quickly and made to get up. He put his hands on my shoulders and kept me sitting there in front of him.

“Try that again, Kitten. Now what do we say?” He asked with an annoyingly patient voice. One of his hands went to my chin and tilted my head up so I had no choice but to look him in the eyes. My brow furrowed. I’d rather piss myself than ask him if I could go to the washroom. His eyes narrowed with a bit of a warning expression and his hand reached out to pinch my nipple harshly. I hissed in pain and hunched my shoulders in defeat. How many times could he chip away at my freedom and control? How many ways did he have planned to torture me into submission? Be smart. I told myself. Play the part. My voice shook a bit as I said the words.

“Please may I use the washroom?” One of his brows lifted and his hand squeezed a bit harder in warning. “Master!” I finished quickly.

He smiled with condescending pride.

“Good girl!” He said pulling me up by my arm and guiding me towards a door on the side of the room. He pushed it open and I saw a bathroom fit for a presidential suite. The room was painted a soft blue. A giant jacuzzi sat in the middle of it beneath a sky light. I saw a large window with gauzy white curtains on one side of the room and a two person vanity next to a shower on the other side. I rushed in and went to pull the door closed behind me, only to find a large hand holding it open.

“This stays open.” Mal said, leaning against the door.

“I can’t! not with you watching me.” I tried to sound angry as I stood there squirming a bit from the need to go.

“I can help with that.” He said, pushing his way into the room. I stepped back quickly but he just walked to the sink and turned it on. The sound of running water was torture. “There. Go ahead pet.” He said smiling deviously.

“NO! This is too much!” I shouted in frustration. “Just please leave me alone!” His brow furrowed and he strode towards me. I tried to move around him but he grabbed my arm, as I attempted to dart past. He grabbed me then by both arms and marched me towards the toilet. I couldn’t resist his strength as he easily pushed me down onto it. He just stood there waiting with an expression that wouldn’t be denied.

“Now Kitten.” I just shook my head. It didn’t matter how much I needed to go, I couldn’t do it. I heard him sigh and then one of his hands moved to my stomach and pushed sharply on my lower abdomen making my bladder ache. I gasped and released the muscles that wouldn’t be held back any longer. I didn’t know what was more humiliating, the fact that I had just peed in front of this relative stranger. the fact that he had forced me to do it. Or maybe it was the fact that it was making me wet. I looked around for toilet paper but I didn’t see any. Then the monster caught my eye and shook his head. Then he pushed a button next to the toilet and I gasped as a jet of warm water sprayed between my nether lips. I shuddered in horror at what was happening. The water felt so arousing I wondered if I could cum right then and there. I felt a condescending pat on my head as he moved his finger off the button and a brief jet of warm air dried me off and made me bite my lips.

“See that wasn’t so hard.” Mal chuckled from above me as he let me get up. I looked up and glared at him. He reached down before I had time to process that he had been holding something in his hand. Then I felt something click onto the collar on my neck. I looked down to find a chain leash was somehow now locked to the collar. He smiled mischievously and held up the other end of the leash in his hand. “Come along Kitten.” He said and gave the leash a firm tug. He turned and strode out of the bathroom leaving me no choice but to follow with my hands wrapped around the chain. As if that could somehow give me some semblance of control.

Mal towed me out of the bathroom and towards a new door. I had no choice but to follow him out into a bright hallway. Questions raced through my mind. but I was too afraid to ask any of them. How long are you going to keep me here? How did you find me? Will I ever be free again? But the answers frightened me more than the unknown right now. The longer it took for me to ask those questions the longer I could pretend that this was all temporary.

The man in front of me hummed a quiet tune under his breath as he led me towards a staircase. He glanced over his shoulder here and there as he went, smiling whenever he caught my eye. At the top of the stairs I marveled at an opulent entry to what must be a small mansion. The stairway curved gracefully down to a marbled entryway and a pair of massive wooden front doors.

“What do you think?” My tormentor’s voice jerked me out of my reverie.

I looked away from him. “It’s nice.” I kept my voice quiet not wanting to insult him but also not wanting to give him the idea that I could ever enjoy his home.

Mal sighed and gave a tug to the leash. then led me down the stairs. I unconsciously gravitated towards the doors when we reached the landing but he pulled me towards a smaller doorway and into a spacious kitchen attached to a dining room. It was very open and modern in the kitchen but the dining area was decorated with alot of antique looking pieces. I could smell the lingering odors of coffee and bacon. My stomach rumbled audibly. My captor chuckled and dragged me towards the table.

“Let’s get you settled while I get breakfast warmed up. You slept much later than I anticipated, lazy bones.” He said with a disturbing warmth. The monster pulled out a chair and I noticed a rather large dildo rising up from the seat. I wasn’t as big as him but it was still slightly bigger than my vibrator. Stumbling backwards I tried to yank the leash away from him. He held it tightly wrapped in his hand and looked at me with a furrowed brow.

“Pet. Come here.” He said sternly as he wound the leash around his hand. slowly pulling me closer. I held onto the leash and struggled to pull away from him. It was a bizarre form of tug-a-war, and I was losing. One inch after another I he pulled until I was right in front of him. I tried to scratch at his arm only to realize that he had trimmed off my nails at some point in the night. He fumbled with a tube that I hadn’t noticed on the table and flicked it open squeezing lube onto the phallus on the chair.

“Don’t put that in me!” I pleaded as I struggled but he just manhandled me until I was standing in front of the chair. With his hands on my shoulders and his eyes drilling into my own he pushed me down towards the sex toy. My legs shook with the effort to stay up but he was stronger. He reached under me and guided the dildo until I felt the tip of it touch my vagina. I looked into his eyes. Pleading. Unwavering he pushed me down and suddenly the phallus slipped between my lips. My ass hit the chair and I felt like my breath had been knocked out of me as I let out something that sounded like a gasp and a whine. My inner walls stretched and clenched helplessly around the intruder as I shook. It stung. I felt those damn hands on my shoulders massage me gently as his voice filled my ear.

“There there Kitten, relax sigurna si moja mala mačkica. This is hard, I know. But you’re too tight, you’re not ready for me yet. That’s why we need to practice with something small like this. Besides, haven’t you ever heard? There’s no such thing as a free meal.” He chuckled as I tried to form words again. Then with one hand holding me down he tied the leash to something under my chair, preventing me from getting up. I tried to reach under the chair to untie myself but he grabbed my wrists and with a small click they were suddenly locked to the back of the chair as well.

“No NO!” I found my words as he backed away and studied me with a satisfied expression. “Please let me up. It hurts! Please!” I begged but he simply turned away and began humming again as he rummaged through the kitchen.

I groaned softly at the insistent ache. I was full of fear ever since I had woken up and I couldn’t relax around the intruder. Breathing deeply I tried to force my internal muscles to let go. The stinging sensation lessened slightly as I did. But it still hurt a little.

The smell of bacon filled the air again as the microwave dinged domestically. I shifted on the seat trying to find a less uncomfortable position for the monster inside of me. A plate of eggs and bacon appeared in front of me but I hadn’t even heard Mal walk over, he was frighteningly silent in his movements. He pulled out a chair and began to dig into his own meal. I moaned in pain, trying to get his attention but he simply picked at his food with a fork as he pulled out a phone and began browsing. I couldn’t focus on anything but the burning stretch within me. What did he want from me? Then I realized. and I hunched my shoulders in defeat. I knew what he wanted.

“Master.” I said in a small voice. Hardly recognizing the words coming out of my lips. “Please let me up. I’m so hungry.” He finally looked up from his phone with a satisfied expression.

“No pet. I won’t let you up. Not until you’ve finished your breakfast. But if you ask me nicely I will feed you.” I gulped. How much more degrading could this get? Little did I know this was just the beginning. He watched me with a raised brow waiting for the inevitable. I knew I would do anything to get off this chair. And I knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere until I gave in.

I groaned and gave up. “Will you please feed me?” He raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair waiting. “Master, will you please feed me?” I sounded so small.

He beamed happily and reached over to pick up a piece of bacon and held it to my lips. “Good girl, now open up.” I couldn’t waste any more time being stubborn. I opened my mouth. As he fed me he talked.

“I’m going to teach you many things. Some of them you’ll like alot, others you might not. But deep down we both know you were meant for this.” He kept rambling on as I tried to focus on eating as fast as possible. In between bites he gave me sips of water.

Before I knew it the plate was empty and he was standing up with a dish in each hand and walking away into the kitchen.

“Wait!” I called out and he glanced back at me, brows furrowed sternly. “Master.” I added and his expression cleared. “Will you please let me up now?”

He continued into the kitchen and began cleaning up. “You need to learn to relax, Kitten. We have to stretch that pussy out a bit if you’re ever going to fit me.”

“You can’t. You’re too big. When we were online together I never realized that-”

“Oh I told you how big I was. I seem to recall you saying that it would hurt so good.” He leaned back against the counter seemingly amused by my squirming on the chair.

“I didn’t know what I was talking about. Please let me up. let me go.” I pleaded.

At that he walked over to me and winded his fingers gently but firmly through the hair on my scalp.

“You’re right. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’ll learn how to take me. But first you need to relax.” Mal pulled out a little vibrator from behind him. I groaned in frustration and closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt a powerful buzzing right against my clit.

I gasped and twisted in the chair but there was no escape. It did feel nice. It was taking my mind away from the pain in my vagina. I began to breathe quicker. How could I be reacting this quickly? I hated this. But I didn’t hate this. I felt a pressure begin to build in me and suddenly the soreness in my vagina began to feel more like heat instead. It still hurt but somehow it also felt good. Fuck no! I chastised myself for my traitorous thoughts. I couldn’t let this happen. I pulled on my bonds as I panted. But now each little movement was bringing me closer to the edge. Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes as I spasmed. The pressure filled me up, drowning me in sweet pain tinged pleasure. I threw my head back and cried out as I tumbled off my carefully built objections and into orgasmic bliss.