Slave

Chapter 13
Abducted Again

Cassandra was lost in thought as she made her way to the car. Her eyes went wide, and a scream left her mouth when the sight of six tall hooded men met her. One of them fiercely gagged her while another one forced a mask over her face.
"Be gentle with her," one of them growled, “The master won’t life it if you hurt her.”
The one forcing the mask over her face pinched her nose shut so she couldn't breathe through it.
"Breathe, you stupid girl," he barked.
She thrashed beneath him, but her breath grew short so she had to inhale. She fell unconsciously into the man's arms, and he scooped her up.
"The master will be pleased," he said.
The others nodded in agreement as they all stared at poor Cassandra. Then they all left stealthily. Cassandra’s vision was blurred when she woke up. Her heart pounded when she realized what happened to her. 'I've been kidnapped!' she panicked. She sat upright as someone looked in at her.
"Tell the master she's awakened," he grunted down the hall.
He peered back in at her and gave her an evil grin.
"So pretty... the master has excellent taste in girls," he whispered, leaning down to stroke her soft cheek.
"Bring her in now!" someone else barked from the hall.
The man took Cassie's arm in an iron grip and led her down the hall to a large main room. Two men were inside talking while Cassandra was brought to them.
"The girl you requested, master."
The one on the left turned, and Cassie gasped out loud fearfully as she gazed at Jon. He had long hair that was as dark a blonde as it could be without being brunette. It was tied together in a low ponytail with a piece of fine cloth. His towering 6'4" body was well built with strong muscles. His eyes were an icy blue that seemed to stare right into Cassandra’s very soul. His face revealed a stony expression that rarely smiled. And when it did, it reflected every ounce of malice in his body. He smiled a pleased smile at her.
"Good," he said. "Bring her here."
The man gave Cassandra a strong shove, and she fell into Jon's arms. She gazed up at him weakly, and he smiled.
"I told Seth I'd have you, my dear," he said calmly.
She gulped nervously as he slowly pressed her to him.
"It looks like I got what I wanted."
With that, he forced a powerful kiss on her lips, and his tongue instantly ransacked her delicate mouth. She moaned in disgust and tried to push away, but someone held her to keep her from doing just that. Jon released her slowly. Then he gave her back to the guard who brought her in.
"Notify me when she's wearing something more to my liking," he said, and he left a quick but wet kiss on Cassandra’s neck.
The guard nodded and took her away, dragging her down the hall. Cassandra wept as the guard carried her through the building. An hour later, Cassie was hiding behind a curtain blushing deeper than a beet. The outfit she'd been forced into could hardly pass for clothing. She may as well have been wearing string.
"Your master wants to see you now," someone barked from outside.
"Calm down, I'll get her," came Jon's voice, and he reached in and grabbed her wrist to jerk her out.
His eyes greedily looked her up and down, and he kissed her hungrily. He crushed her into the wall and continued ravaging at her mouth. She moaned helplessly as his hands probed at her waist, back, and thighs. He pushed himself harder into her until he could feel her chest against his own. Once he got that far, he dragged her to the floor to crawl onto her.
"You-are so-good," he grunted.
She clawed at his chest to push him away in reply, but he just slipped her hands beneath her and continued.
"Kiss me yourself now," he demanded, pulling away at last.
"No," she muttered. "I'll never ever willingly kiss you."
She shut her eyes and waited for him to strike her, but she instead heard a snap and felt something cold and heavy surround her wrists and neck.
"You won't? I don't really think you have much of a choice now, my love," he whispered. "Open your eyes."
He leaned down to kiss the crevice in her neck as she obeyed. Just as she had thought, he had her bound in chains. 'Well he's being traditional,' she thought.
"Now kiss me, little girl."
His hand tightened over the chain. She still ignored him and tried kicking at his chest. A twisted smile curled his lips as he seized her legs and forced them around his waist and flattened himself against her.
"Fair warning, my love-Never kick me."
He then slammed his mouth into hers and practically ate her alive. He teethed at her bottom lip and eventually pulled it into his mouth. She writhed beneath him, but he only got more excited every time she moved. At long last, he peeled away from her. She gasped helplessly for air as he pulled her face into his chest.
"Had enough, baby girl?" he asked in a sly tone.
She clutched his robes and coughed.
"Yes."
A loud laugh sounded from him. Then he drew his face in so close to his he could feel her tiny breaths.
"What a shame. I haven't done that much to you, have I?"
"You've done enough," she replied.
He laughed again "I don't know the meaning of the word enough."
She gulped nervously as he leaned back in for a wet kiss. His hands gently massaged her body, and she moaned, as the kiss grew fiercer and wetter by the second.
"Now then, angel," he said as he released her poor swollen lips. "Come with me."
He moved away from her and tugged her to his side. Jon spent that next day getting Cassandra made up to his liking. Her hair had been pulled back into a bun so tightly she nearly had tears. Then she was painted up. Jon specifically asked for her lips to stand out, so they were tinted gold and polished to a high gloss. By the time she was finished, she looked more delicate than a porcelain doll. Much to her displeasure, that earned her a long hard kiss from him.