Archive-name: Bondage/captured.txt

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Archive-title: Captured





   She was sitting by the water, a group of ducks at her feet

clamoring and fighting over the breadcrumbs she tossed to them.

Through the glare of the setting sun, she saw him with his own

entourage of ducks, slowly walking toward her, tossing food to

the ducks which followed him.



   As the sun cast it's last golden hue on the ripples at her

feet, he came to sit next to her.  She had never seen him

before, yet she did not move from her position.  He said

nothing, but watched her toss the last crumbs, then the

chevrons of water as they rippled behind the ducks as they

followed a passer-by.



   The sun had completely set, and the stranger still sat

beside her, commenting on the water, ducks, warmth of the

breeze, the way the leaves stirred gently.  She listened,

wanting to leave, but feeling frozen in place.  Once, she tried

to get up, but he pulled her back with a gentle yet firm tug on

her sleeve.  So she sat, silent, hoping he would tire of this

game.  But he did not.



   A half moon rose over the horizon, casting an eerie light on

the grass and the water.  At last he rose, and she sighed with

relief.  To her dismay, he reached for her hands and pulled her

to her feet.  Not knowing what he would do, or what he wanted,

she slowly turned and began to walk.  He followed her, one half

pace behind her left shoulder.



   The path led to the parking lot, and she thought soon she

would be across it and inside her apartment.  Usually she

didn't hurry there; it was small, sparsely and drably

furnished, just a place to stay while getting established in

this new city.  Almost eagerly she walked toward it, and the

dark safe womb it represented in her mind.



   The path forked.  She walked toward the right, as she always

did going home.  He took her arm and steered her onto the left

path, guiding her steps on the unfamiliar way.  The manicured

grass gave way to scrubby brush, and trees grew from the bushes

in wild abandon;  this area of the park had not been developed,

but left as it had always been.



   The path curved through the thickening brush, and dipped

into the cleft between two hills.  He kept her from falling a

number of times, and she was confused by the feeling of

gratefulness she expressed to him.  After all, she wouldn't be

here except for the gentle force he applied to her arm in

steering her.  In this confusion, she had little time to worry

about where he was taking her, but walked the unfamiliar path

feeling strangely numb.



   They neared the brook at the bottom of the rift, and he

steered her onto the bridge which crossed it.  The thought rose

in her, that this was a border; she would not be the same after

crossing the stream.



   At his gentle urging, she walked across the bridge and along

the path out of the cleft.  His hand at her elbow both

reassured and frightened her as he led her a short way.  A

parting of the brush showed a trail toward a gnarled oak, and

along that trail he led her.  She followed, to numb to resist.



   In the shade of the oak he stopped her, and turned her to

face him.  His hands slid around her waist and embraced her

softly.  As if of their own volition, her arms crept from her

side and enfolded him, her forhead pressed against his chest.

As the embrace loosened, she moved her body away, yet her

forhead remained where it was, looking through the gap between

their bodies to the grass under their feet.



   She felt his hands still at her back, rubbing up and down

over the buttons which closed her dress in the back. A finger

caught under the top button, and frayed buttonhole released

button with no effort at all.  The warm summer breeze caressed

her back, and with each button opening it found wider access to

her uncovered back.  The last button released and the fabric

billowed, exposing her back from neck to below her waist.  His

hands felt strangely good on her skin.



   His hands caressing her neck, stroking her hair and tracing

her ears deepened the trance she felt she was in. She did not

notice when his hands dropped to her shoulders, only that the

front of her dress was was falling away.  Her arms dropped as

his hands swept the thin fabric from her shoulders, letting the

top fall into the gap between them as she watched.  His hands

followed the curve of her side until it met cloth, which he

pushed past her hip.  She watched the dress slide down her legs

to envelope her feet.  He rocked her in his arms, and pulled

her toward the tree, leaving the dress a soft circle in the

grass.



   She felt his hands on the sides of her panties, his fingers

moving the fabric lower on her hip with each sweeping caress.

Being old and stretched, they dropped as far as her closed legs

allowed, staying there until his feet between hers began to

move apart, releasing the cloth to billow to her feet.  He

walked her out of them, to a smooth spot below the oak.  Still

holding her close, he reached into a low crotch in the tree,

and brought down a thick pad, the type movers use to protect

furniture.  He admonished her to stay, and stepped away to

spread the blanket on the ground.  With tender caresses, he

brought her to stand on the mat, near one edge, and pushed her

to her knees with pressure on her shoulders.  She obeyed the

cues with no reluctance; no resistance, no thought of

disobeying his kind but firm mastery.  As he moved forward, she

first sat on the pad, then laid back, watching the stars around

his head, watching as he stood by her feet.



   It was an unfamiliar feeling for her, being caressed by the

gently moving air, especially on her breasts and the now freed

hair at the junction of body and thigh.  For a few moments as

he stood there, she was lost in the new sensations, feeling

both trapped and yet freedom beyond any she had ever

experienced.  She watched as he looked at her looking at him,

and felt strangely at peace.



   He began to move.  Slowly and deliberately she watched him

open his shirt, then pulling his arms out of the sleeves

gracefully.  With the same deliberate smooth slowness, she

watched him take off his shoes and socks. His hands moved to

his waist, unbuckled his belt, and snapped the waistband open.

She heard the snap, then the sound of the zipper being pulled,

and watched as the jeans opened, dropped, and were put with the

rest of his clothes.



   Her eyes were drawn to his body; never before had she seen a

man naked before.  The flatness of his belly, with the rising

fleshy organ where she had none, the muscular thighs shining in

the moonlight fascinated her.  He was slowly moving, almost

dancing to an inner rhythm, and as she watched the movement,

she felt his feet move beween her feet, and moved them apart to

give him room to dance.



   She watched him kneel at her side, and felt his hand on her

naked belly, tracing the curve of her ribs, outlining and

exploring her navel, caressing the hollowness between ribs and

pubic rise.  His hands came to cup her breasts, and she felt

the nipples harden, though she felt no cold. Instead, she felt

a glowing warmth spreading through her, and was surprised at

the occasional shiver that shook her.



   Deeper she slipped into the trance.  Unable to resist,

defend, she felt him lie beside her, his hand tracing circles

over her belly and thighs.  When his hand brushed the hair at

belly's base, she felt for the first time how her body

responded to such touch.  Never before had she known the

sensations now from her groin to enervate all of her body, her

entire being.



   She felt him shift, and felt his leg cover hers, his body

sliding over hers, the moistness of the thin fluid from his

manhood leaving a cool trace on her thigh.  He knelt between

her knees, and she saw the jutting stiffness throbbing on his

thighs.  She watched with detatchment as he rocked forward,

coming to rest on one elbow placed by her shoulder, and felt

the round prodding in the soft flesh behind her pubic bone.  It

slipped around, opening the now moist lips, pushing ever toward

the opening the soft folds concealed.  It surprised her that

her hips were moving to meet him, thrusting as if they had a

life of their own.



   The pressure increased as he lowered himself further, and

she felt her hips rocking to bring her softness to his hard

probe.  Her legs lifted her groin to meet him, and felt the

round head slip into the vestibule behind the muscles concealed

in the folds.  Inward it pressed until she felt impaled to the

core of her being.  Taken to the very depths of her body and

soul.  Inward and out she felt the smooth friction, rocking

with each movement in rhythm with his.



   Forever or a moment, she had no concept of how long it had

been.  An eternity of tension, released in a shudder of moments

or hours, she had no idea what had happened within her being.

The moment, or hours, passed into stupor, from which she rose

again to shudder in pleasure. The fire within her ebbed and

flowed, warming and cooling, rising and ebbing, filling her

with sensations she knew nothing of.



   She felt the thickening and lengthening within her, then the

spurting throbbing of that hard core inside.  One last time the

fires inside her flared to extinguish her awareness of her

surroundings and self.  The weight on her belly and his warm

breath on her cheek gave her indication the movement was ended,

and slowly she wakened again to awareness of him, the now

softening, shrinking between the folds and the muscles below.

At last the roundness slipped from her, and he rose to kneel by

her feet again.



   He rose to his feet, and slowly dressed.  She watched as his

body was covered in cloth, and wondered if he would dress her

too.  When he was dressed, he sat by her side, stroking her

hair and caressing her cheek.  He lifted her to a sitting

position, and kissed her cheek and forehead. For the first time

she looked into his eyes, and saw a the reflection of herself,

sitting.  For a moment she thought she would stroke his cheek,

but his hand caught her arm as it rose.



   She felt the cord loop over her fingers, and closed her hand

to allow the loop to pass.  It tightened around her wrist, and

tenderly he pulled that arm to her other. He tied both wrists

together, and idly she wondered how he would get her dressed

while tied like this.



   He drew her to her feet, and brought out a chain from a

pocket, looped it around her neck, and locked it with a small

padlock.  He led her to where her clothes were lying, and

picked them up and put them on the pad, which he rolled and

tucked under his arm.



   She followed as calmly and quietly as before, accepting the

leash as if it belonged.  Over the bridge and up the gentle

slope she followed, onto the path to the parking lot.  The park

was abandoned, so no one could see her being led by the chain

to a van parked alone.  He opened the door and helped her climb

in, and fastened the leash to the grab rail on the dash.  The

cold plastic on her warm behind felt new and strange, so odd

and different, as the evening had been.



   He entered his side, and started the engine.  The road

rolled under them at a leisurely pace.  Away from the town, the

road was lonely and dark, lit only by headlights and the moon

above.  He drove to the side and stopped after a while, and

opened the glove box and pulled out a blindfold which he tied

over her eyes.



   For a while longer she felt the swaying and rolling as they

travelled the road once more.  The sound of the tires changed

as he drove over gravel, slowly and carefully he guided the van

up the drive.  He stopped the engine, and she heard him get

out, then her door opened and she heard the chain being taken

from the rail.  He helped her get out, and she felt grass under

her feet as he led her away. The grass gave way to the smooth

tile of a walk, and then she was stopped and heard him open a

door.  He led her inside, and closed the door again, then led

her down a hallway that echoed strangely.  She heard another

door open, was turned to go through, then stopped and seated at

the edge of what she took for a bed.



   He looped the chain through the frame of the bed, and she

heard the lock snap in.  He untied her hands, then rose.

Expectantly she waited for what was to come, but all she heard

were his steps as he walked out and closed the door.  She

waited in vain; he did not return.  At last she lifted her

hands to her face, and took the blindfold from her eyes.



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