Taken

Jane reluctantly obeyed, flinching as her welted bottom made contact with her heels.

Brenda moved behind her and, as she wound rope around Jane’s wrists, Jane’s sense of vulnerability increased. She gasped in pain as Brenda wrenched her arms back to wrap the rope just above her elbows. As the rope tightened, Jane was forced to arch her back. She was keenly aware of her nudity, her bare breasts thrust forward by her position.

Moving in front of her, Brenda crouched and wrapped the rope in figure eights around Jane’s breasts. The rope was uncomfortably tight, and forced them up and out like oranges on a plate. Mortified, Jane closed her eyes.

The sound of a heavy tread on the stairs made her eyes fly open. A moment later, Robert appeared, a big grin on his handsome, stupid face. “Hey, why didn’t you wake me, Bren? I don’t want to miss the fun.” He flicked his eyes over Jane’s bound body, his tongue darting between his lips like a snake’s.

Brenda smiled at her husband as she got to her feet. “Relax, babe. You didn’t miss anything yet. Our girl wants some mango ice cream. Keep her company till I get back.”

“Will do,” Robert said, rubbing his hands together like a lunatic.

As Brenda climbed the stairs, Robert crouched in front of Jane. He cupped her aching breasts. “You look hot,” he said with a leer. “Your tits could be a little bigger, but they’re very nice. Definitely your best asset.”

Was Jane supposed to be pleased by this compliment? If she’d dared, she would have spit in his face.

Dipping his head, the man lightly bit her distended left nipple and then swirled his tongue over it.

Heat raced through Jane’s body and face, all the way to the roots of her hair. She was confused by the sensation, which was almost pleasurable. His mouth still on her breast, he reached between her legs, forcing her thighs apart so he could cup her bare sex.

Jane tried to keep her legs closed, alarmed and frightened by his touch. Her heart beat high in her throat, her breath quickening with fear. She was powerless to resist this big, scary man as he fingered and probed her.

At the sound of Brenda coming down the stairs, Robert abruptly pulled his hand away. Brenda came toward them, a bowl in one hand, a low stool in the other.

Robert moved deferentially to the side as Brenda settled herself on the stool in front of Jane. Balancing the bowl on her knees, she dipped in the spoon and held it toward Jane. “Open wide.”

What if they’d drugged the ice cream? It looked good, a pale orange with bits of real fruit in it. In spite of her trepidation, Jane’s mouth watered and she parted her lips.

If the ice cream was drugged, maybe that was a good thing. Oblivion would be better than the harsh reality in which she found herself. As Brenda guided the spoon to her mouth, she accepted the bite.

It was delicious, soft and creamy and not overly sweet. It soothed her throat as it went down. If nothing else, it was a welcome distraction from the tight ropes that bound her, and Robert’s leering presence beside his wife.

“You like it, huh?” Brenda cooed.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jane replied quickly, eager for more.

“Want another bite?”

“Yes, please.”

“There’s a condition.”

Jane’s heart sank. What now?

“With the pleasure, comes the pain,” Brenda continued.

Jane had no idea what she was talking about, but whatever it was, it didn’t sound good. She hadn’t been asked a direct question, however, so she kept her mouth shut. She wanted more ice cream.

She watched hungrily as Brenda scooped another large spoonful from the bowl and held it out for Jane.

As she accepted the second bite, Robert suddenly reached over and gripped her nipple, giving it a savage twist.

“Ouch,” Jane cried, startled and shocked.

“Keep quiet,” Brenda snapped. Her tone softening, she added, “Like I said, you have to earn your pleasure with pain. That’s how it works. No whining now. This is part of your training.”

Training? Training for what? The insane asylum? Once again, Jane had no idea how to respond to that, so she said nothing.

Each time Brenda gave her a spoonful of ice cream, Robert twisted one of her nipples. She winced each time but at least she was prepared now. Her breasts hurt. They were turning purple in the rope confines, which alarmed her.

She tried to keep her focus on the ice cream. Finally, the bowl was empty. While it had sated the worst of her appetite, Jane was still hungry. Did she dare ask for something else?

“Thank me, cunt,” Brenda snapped.

That word again.

Sticks and stones…

“Thank you, ma’am,” Jane replied. Her nipples were throbbing, her breasts aching.

Robert ran his fingers lightly over her right breast. “Guess we better untie her, huh?” He glanced at Brenda. “We don’t want ‘em falling off.”