Taken

As soon as her car disappeared down the long driveway, he hurried to the basement. Jane was lying curled into a fetal ball, as usual, giving him a view of her bony back and perennially bruised, welted ass. She didn’t move as he approached and he experienced a momentary pang.

Maybe she was just tired. They’d played pretty rough with her the night before and then given her a nice, hard spanking to finish off the evening.

It was the end of her second week of captivity, and she was settling in nicely. Robert especially enjoyed when they brought her upstairs to clean. He loved the French maid fantasy, where the stern master of the house had to teach the slow-learning servant a lesson when she failed in her duties. He loved role playing of all kinds, and today he planned to take full advantage of Brenda’s absence to enact one of his favorite fantasies.

He approached the cage and squatted down to twirl the combination lock. As it clinked open against the bars, Jane’s eyes flew open. She sat up with a gasp, banging her head on the ceiling bars.

Robert laughed at her startled face. “Relax, froggy. It’s just me. You okay?”

“Oh,” she cried, looking dazed. “I-I was asleep.”

“You were. Sleeping like a log in your luxurious accommodations,” Robert teased cruelly.

Jane said nothing to this, not that he’d expected her to. While he personally didn’t really go in for all that speak-only-when-you’re-spoken-to protocol that floated Brenda’s boat, Jane had learned her lessons pretty well. She rarely uttered a peep, except to answer a direct question. She was less good at controlling her face, which showed her emotions as if they were painted there, and often earned her a sound slap across the face, again, mostly by Brenda.

He pulled open the cage door and hauled the girl out. She stayed down on the ground as was proper, her eyes downcast. She really was skin and bones—way too skinny for his taste. She’d gotten thinner, naturally, since the abduction, since food, and the lack thereof, was a strong motivator for good behavior. But today, at least, Robert planned to put some meat on this girl’s bones. It would give her more energy for what he had in store for her.

“Brenda’s out all day,” he informed her. “It’s just you and me.”

Jane glanced up at him, her face visibly brightening at this news. Naturally, she was into him—most girls couldn’t resist him, and Robert highly doubted Jane had ever been with such a hunk before. She naturally preferred him to Brenda, and that secretly pleased him. Feeling suddenly expansive, he said, “How would you like to use a real toilet this morning, froggy? And take a real shower?”

Her face closed, her eyes skittering away from his. She probably thought it was a trap. And while it was fun to set traps for their sex toys, Robert was in earnest, the idea solidifying in his mind. Brenda would have slapped her by this point for failing to immediately answer a direct question, but he was feeling magnanimous, and so he merely prodded her side with his toe. “Answer the question, frog.”

“Yes, sir,” she said quickly. “I would like that very much.”

Leaning down, he grabbed her skinny upper arm and hauled her to her feet. “Great. Today’s your lucky day. Let’s go upstairs. You can shower in the first-floor bathroom while I make you some breakfast. You’re going to get the royal treatment.”

He installed her in the bathroom, which Brenda called the powder room. There was nothing in there she could use either to hurt herself or as a weapon, not that he couldn’t instantly disarm her with one hand tied behind his back. And there was no window for her to try to slither out of, not that she’d get very far, seeing as the entire compound was fenced in.

He made a big pan of scrambled eggs and microwaved a dozen pieces of bacon. Some protein would do her good. While all that was cooking, he popped four pieces of bread into the toaster. Getting out the pitcher of orange juice, he poured them each a large glass. He wouldn’t mind having a second breakfast. Maybe he’d even let her sit on a chair and eat for herself.

The girl would think she’d died and gone to heaven. And she’d like him even better after that.

At least for the short while she had left.

While Brenda didn’t have a sentimental bone in her body, Robert sometimes felt bad about what had to happen when they were done playing with their toys. But there really was no other choice. They couldn’t possibly take the risk of ever letting them go…

Better not to think about that.

When he had the food ready, he went to the hall and yanked open the bathroom door. Jane was drying her skinny little body with a huge towel, her dark blond hair slicked back from her face. Robert was seized with a sudden idea that would make the role-play fantasy he had in mind that much more fun.