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                                    CAPTIVE

                           THE WORKS OF DAYLE ARDENT
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  She swims back to consciousness,  aware of the large gap in her memory.  What
DID  happen  after  she  passed out?  Carol remembered only the pleasant-voiced
older man who had caught her seconds before she blacked out.  Her vision seemed
as hazy as her memory,  but she was increasingly aware of the peculiar position
of her limbs.  Perhaps she had broken both legs,  for they seemed to be propped
far above her as she lay on the bed, as if she were in traction.  Her arms were
pinned above her,  and a gentle tug did not free her wrists from whatever force
held  them  there.  Carol shook her head,  puzzled.  Her ankles were propped so
high that her ass was off the bed,  and the small of her back swung  above  the
sheets.  What kind of hospital put its patients in such strange positions?  And
what had happened to put her in the hospital, anyway?

  She  now  became aware of the tight belt that cinched her already-small waist
in several inches.  When she tried to squirm from side to  side,  it  held  her
somehow,  as  if it might be fastened to something.  Just as she began to panic
at  her  continued  inability  to  clear  her  vision,  she  heard  approaching
footsteps,  and  then  the  room  sprang  into brilliance!  The lights had been
dimmed, and she now discovered,  a soft scarf draped over a framework above her
face  to  delay her recognition of her surroundings.  She could see through the
scarf,  in a blurred fashion,  and she saw two men enter  the  room.  She  also
discovered,  to  her  shock  and  dismay,  that she was naked!  Her ankles were
fastened wide-spread to the bottom finials of a tall four-poster bed,  and  her
wrists closer to the bed on the top posts.  A wide black leather strap bit into
the up-tilted curve of her waist, and a cord led from each side of the cinch to
the bottom posts of the bed.  The men stopped at the bottom of the bed, just to
her left. One she could see was the older gentleman from earlier in the evening,
the other was a younger man,  tall and spare of flesh,  whom she had never seen
before.  Why were they here?  Why was she?  Carol felt the raw edge of panic in
her again,  and fought to keep it down.  She would need all her  wits  to  keep
from going insane.

  The older man spoke,  not to her,  but to the other man.  "You see,  Charles,
this position provides access to all the appropriate areas, except,  of course,
the back.  She is entirely vulnerable to anything,  from fucking to..." Charles
chuckled softly.  "So when do we begin?" The older man smiled.  "So impatient -
and there is no need.  She is not going anywhere,  are you,  my dear?" His hand
stroked gently down the inside of her thigh,  just below the knee.  Carol tried
to  squirm  away  from his touch,  but was able only to twist her shoulders and
head about on the bed. "You see what I mean, Charles?  A perfect blackboard for
the teacher." And he and Charles laughed again, the kind of laugh that portends
no amusement for anyone but those  laughing.  "I'm  looking  forward  to  these
lessons,  Ray,"  said  the younger man.  "When do we begin?" "We already have."
came the quiet answer, as the man's hand continued to stroke the woman's leg in
the same intimate way.

  "The key to sensual pain is timing."  Ray's  hand  never  ceased  its  gentle
strokes.  Carol  gasped  in  fright  nonetheless  -  what  in  heaven were they
planning?  "You see, her apprehensions have awakened," the older man continued.
"This  is  essential - once the fear comes in,  the senses are aroused to their
fullest.  THAT is the key to her passion!" Even through the scarf,  Carol could
see  that  the  man's expression was not cruel,  but his words were terrifying!
With  no way to escape,  adrenalin was making her shake  and  her  heart  thump
alarmingly.  Her  fright  merely increased as she saw the thin strip of plastic
Ray now raised.  The thing was about two feet long, and approximately the width
of a pencil.  It was slightly flattened, however. "This is a very useful cane,"
said Ray. "It's the material used for boning bras and such now, very whippy and
light, but impossible to break." And without any further words,  he cracked the
thin strip against the thigh he had been stroking!  Carol shrieked,  and jerked
against her bonds helplessly,  unable to escape the pain.  She  could  see  the
white slash of flesh turning red as the whip-mark developed.  "Now,  the novice
would hit her again, right away - probably on the other thigh.  Isn't that what
you would do?" Charles shook his head.  "That's a  sucker  question!  You  just
told me no - now tell me why not." "Timing, as I said before.  What you want to
do is wait until her breathing slows, and the skin has a chance to recover from
the blow.  THEN!" and a second blow landed just below the mark of the first, on
the same thigh. "then, she will feel ALL of the next stroke, and move that much
closer to her translation.  Carol struggled desperately for breath,  not really
hearing the man's words.  Her panic filled her, but it had no avenue except her
throat.  She thrashed her head back and forth,  and fought the confinements  of
her bonds, to no avail.

  The  lesson continued until Carol hung limp in the ropes,  and the insides of
both thighs were criss-crossed with red marks.  Such was the expertise  of  the
older man,  though, that she was still conscious and fearful, awaiting the next
"lesson".

  Carol's thighs seemed to be on fire.  She  gasped  as  the  older  man,  Ray,
stroked the heated flesh gently.  "You see,  Charles,  all the nerves are awake
now.  She thinks what she feels  here  is  pain,  but  that  will  change."  He
continued the soothing stroking motion, and gradually, despite her fear and the
pain  in her skin,  Carol began to feel the tickling of arousal.  "Now you will
see the advantages of this position more clearly,  because I think it  is  time
for  some  fucking." Ray's casual statement caused Carol's thighs to tighten in
protest,  sending a new wash of  pain  over  her  -  but  also  increasing  her
excitement.  She was dismayed to feel the lubrication start in her pussy.

  Charles  looked  at  the older man uncertainly.  "Which one of us is going to
fuck her?" "Oh, both of us eventually - but you will start us off tonight." The
sound of the two men discussing her casually over her bound and  helpless  body
made Carol feel more frightened,  and at the same time,  more aroused.  She was
as helpless to understand these new feelings as she was to  escape  her  bonds.
Still,  she  tried,  succeeding only in creating a feeling of discomfort in her
wide-spread, whipped thighs, and a fresh flow of juices in her vulnerable twat.

  Charles began to remove his trousers, but was halted by Ray. "Leave the pants
on - just unzip the fly and haul out your cock." "Why?"  wondered  the  younger
man.  "There's  a  certain element of mastery in your being totally dressed and
her being totally exposed as she is." The words awakened a quivering  sense  of
humiliation in Carol that somehow heightened her excitement.  She watched dimly
through  the  scarf  as  Charles  hauled  an  enormous-seeming prick out of his
trousers.  Despite that,  she was unprepared for the sensation of  its  swollen
head pressing against her labia.  She began to fight the bonds again, shrieking
in  protest  if  not in pain,  but of course her struggles had no outcome - the
man's cock sank deep into her,  and the coarse weave of the cloth (and probably
the  zipper  teeth as well) ground against her sensitized flesh.  What she felt
was definitely pain - but the swelling of her labia,  and the copious  moisture
inside  her  testified  to other sensations as well.  Somehow,  Carol was being
turned on.  With no other outlet for  her  adrenalin,  she  was  feeling  more
aroused than she ever had before.  The excitement of struggle and fear had been
translated to sexual excitement, and she felt her struggles changing, too.  Now
she  strove  to  grind  her  flaming pussy harder against the man's groin as he
fucked her.  In this,  she was no more successful than in her earlier  attempts
to escape.

  Carol  had  in  common  with  her fellow females a need for extensive arousal
before she would orgasm.  It was not surprising that Charles came in her before
her own spasm could build.  The withdrawal of the now-spent man came as a shock
almost as painful as the earlier whipping.  She screamed her protest.  Ray  was
nodding  his head approvingly.  "I was hoping I wouldn't have to pull you off -
that's a critical part of her training, you know, sexual arousal,  then denial.
She's come a long way tonight - not ALL the way,  but quite far.  We'll let her
rest now,  and you and I will go have a drink.  You look  like  you  could  use
one." And the two men left the room, snapping off the light as they went.

  Carol  was wild with need,  and her bondage did not permit even the slightest
relief.  She could only hang limp in the cords and wish with all her heart that
the men would return.  She did not realize,  but that was the  purpose  of  the
lesson she had just been through.

                         ....more in "Finger Play"....