Girlfriend and Boyfriend Abducted – Part 5 by gaggedKitty23

Five Weeks Later…The wind howled outside, sometimes even rattling the windows of the house. Remote, tucked away in wooded hills, the home’s log cabin style exterior helped it blend in completely. Inside, a college girl and her boyfriend were being held captive. The hours of their captivity had turned into days, and the days into weeks…although for Ashley and her boyfriend, Brad, all sense of time had begun to blur together. For all they knew, their sadistic captor might have been keeping them for months. Time seemed to pass more slowly as their wretched imprisonment and sexual abuse dragged on…

Today was no different. Ashley and Brad were in the basement. Nothing but faded gray light peeked in through the tiny rectangular windows, and a storm was brewing outside. Ashley and Brad were naked. Each of them had an iron shackle encircling one ankle, and each captive’s shackle was connected to a sturdy, metal chain that had been bolted securely into the wall. The two captives had their wrists tied tightly behind their backs.

There were no blankets, no pillows, nothing for them to lay on except the unyielding concrete floor. Now and then Brad would sit and cradle Ashley’s head in his lap, or she would do the same for him. Their bodies ached not just from the constant abuse, but also from the hard surfaces on which they had to sit or lay upon. It was a never-ending, if somewhat banal hell. The truly frightening thing, though, was that although the occasional visits from their captor were something that Ashley and Brad both hated and feared, part of each of them looked forward to the visits. Sometimes a break from the monotony felt like fresh air, even if they knew it would come with a heavy price. This morning was no different.

Ashley heard a door creak open. She sat up. She and Brad exchanged a look. Footsteps echoed on the stairs leading down into the basement. Sure enough, it was Mladic. His eyes were the color of the storm gathering outside. He was wearing military fatigues again. His trim figure looked every bit the part of a soldier or mercenary. In his hands he held two bowls.

“Are my bitch and her bitch-boy hungry? Eat up, slaves.” He placed the two pet bowls on the floor.

With both of them starving, Ashley and Brad knelt down and dipped their faces into the bowls. Bits of bacon fat mingled with bread crust, a few leaves of lettuce, and random pieces of fruit. It wasn’t much more than table scraps, but at least it was food. The two naked captives began to hungrily lap up every last morsel.

Mladic knelt behind the two college students while they ate. Seeing these two reduced to animalistic instinct, that pleased this brutal man to no end. He placed a hand on each of his captives while they ate. His left hand went to Ashley’s pussy, his fingers exploring inside her even as she hungrily tried to assuage her desperate hunger. Meanwhile, his right hand gently fondled Brad’s testicles. It was a deceptive gentleness though, as if he might squeeze those fragile orbs or crush them in his fist any moment. Ashley and her boyfriend were too hungry and desperate to react to their captor’s vile touch. Mladic waited patiently until the two had licked their bowls clean.

“Today is a special day, my pets. You’ll see why soon enough, but for now let’s proceed to one of my favorite parts of every day. You know what time it is. It’s time for you two cute lovebirds to give me a morning FUCK-SHOW.” This was part of the routine that Ashley and Brad were quite familiar with by now. They were docile and cooperative as Mladic arranged them as he wanted.

First, Mladic had Brad lay down face-up. Then he took a step back.

“Listen up, Ashley. Today you will ride him like a cowgirl. You’ll impale your pussy like a good little fuck-toy with your hands tied. Ready? Go!”

Ashley wasted no time. The slender brunette knelt between Brad’s legs. Her tongue traced a line directly from the base of his shaft to the tip. She twirled her tongue around the glans of his cock, then sucked fervently on the tip for a good 30 seconds until he was good and hard. Thanks to the crushed-up erection enhancement pills which Mladic had slipped into Brad’s food, it didn’t take long. With his shaft ramrod straight and stiff as a board, Ashley now had to awkwardly mount him. With her hands tied behind her back, the girl managed to straddle him and sink her pussy down onto his pulsing erection. She began a rhythm – as much as she could, at least. With her wrists tied behind her back, she had to use her leg and hip muscles more fervently and creatively in order to slide her pussy up and down him. Brad cooperated. Despite having his own hands tied painfully tightly behind his back, Brad speared his pelvis upward, helping impale her cunt. As the two continued to fuck, Mladic turned on the mounted tripod camera and began recording.

“Yes. Let’s add another hot, sexy video to my collection, slut. Ride your boyfriend’s cock as if it might be the last time you do,” he said with a dark chuckle. Then he stepped closer to the furiously fucking couple. He knelt behind Ashley. With a cell phone in his hand, he leaned down to take a close-up video of Ashley’s cunt sliding up and down Brad’s manhood. The telltale trace of fluids, combined with the fragrance of sex, soon gave all the evidence their captor needed to know that the two had started to succumb to their primal sexual instincts.

“Yes. That’s good. You two slaves have become well trained indeed. Fuck, that makes my dick hard, seeing you ride him, whore. Let me join in for a bit.” Ashley watched with trepidation as Mladic unbelted his pants and let them drop to his ankles. Stepping out of them, he now stepped up close to her, his iron-hard flagpole of a cock swaying before her face.

“Let’s do something useful with that mouth while you fuck your helpless boyfriend.”

“Yes, Master.” Dutifully, Ashley opened her mouth. She cradled Mladic’s cock with her tongue and began to smother the head of his dick with a true slut’s zeal. As her mouth worked his cock, her cunt gripped and clung to the shaft of her tormented boyfriend. This dual-penetration went on for what seemed like forever to Ashley, but in reality might have been no more than 10 to 15 minutes. Now Mladic’s cock was seesawing in and out of her mouth, her jaw rippling as she took him all in, almost completely down her throat. She was struggling to breathe. Somehow she still managed to keep humping Brad’s cock. Then Mladic thrust his cock so far down her throat that she almost blacked out. She felt his pungent testicles pressed against her chin, and then he did something even crueler. He reached down and pinched her nostrils shut.

“Hold my cock down your throat, bitch. Let’s see how long you can hold your breath,” he growled.

Brad wanted to protest, to beg for their captor to please stop, to stop hurting her. But he knew that would be a mistake. After weeks of captivity, he was richly aware of the variety of punishments Mladic was capable of, for even the smallest infraction. To speak without being told to, unless it was to utter just those two simplest of words ‘Yes, Master,’ was completely forbidden. So Brad kept his mouth shut and let the tears leak from his eyes.

“UHHHH!!!!” Ashley made a desperate noise. She felt as if her lungs were about to give out. Blackness danced along the edge of her vision. Her eyes widened as she thought, ‘This is it. This sick bastard is going to kill me.’ Then, just as she thought her consciousness would swirl away, Mladic let up on her nose. He took a step back, and as the cock popped free of her aching jaw, she began to cough and sputter. Pre-cum dribbled down her chin, but that was the least of her worries. With a bellow of primal euphoria, Mladic aimed his excited cock and let it explode right in her face.

“UGGHH! Take it all, bitch, AHHH!!! … and never forget that you’re a worthless cum-dump, fuck-slave, and whore!”

Huge ropes and flecks of cum, like silly string from hell, now blasted across Ashley’s forehead, nose, and cheeks. She had her eyes squeezed tightly shut for her own safety, but she continued to feel the hot flecks bathe her skin, and she could well imagine his cock twitching just inches from her face. Once Mladic was done coating her face, he used the last few salvos of seed to blast her supple tits. Soon those lush mounds were gleaming with copious layers of jism too, jism which continued to ever-so-slowly ooze down her beautiful chest.

As Mladic came down from his climax, happily spent, he fisted Ashley’s unkempt hair – it was no longer in the tidy ponytail she preferred – and jerked her cum covered face upward so that she had to look at him.

“Thank your Master, bitch. Show some gratitude.”

Ashley blinked rapidly as cum nearly dripped into her eyes.

“Th-thank you, Master. This slave bitch thanks you for coating her in your magnificent cum. This slave is very grateful, Sir.”

Satisfied with the parroted words he wanted to hear, Mladic finally let go of her. He swept his pants up off the floor and began to walk toward the stairs. He paused, turning back.

“Today you’ll fuck for two hours straight. Slack off, and you know what happens.”

They did know. As he recorded them, Mladic periodically checked in on them remotely. Ashley’s backside was still sore and covered in welts from the beating he had given her last week. Last week, during one of their morning ‘sessions,’ she and Brad had decided that she could just rest on his lap with his cock inside of her instead of pumping or gyrating. That had been a mistake, one that she – and her ass – had paid for dearly.