The Circle: Abduction

His body felt hot and heavy as he slid over me. I felt his penis bump over the rise of my bottom and then slide between my cheeks as he moved into position to take me. Briefly, I shifted my hips and tried to throw him off, but he took me by the hair and he yanked my head back hard, holding me tightly until I felt his thick head begin to force itself into my body.

I could do nothing but cry wet tears. My mouth hung open in traumatized defeat and the taste of my own tears filled my mouth. Then I felt his body rise and hunch over me as he gathered his strength. I clenched tightly, trying to resist, to keep him from driving deep, but it was a useless effort. Holding me down, he slammed his hips foreword and his invading organ plunged several, brutal inches into my sheath.

“Ungh!! fuuck! I cried as I felt his true shape tear me open. He felt huge inside me and my eyes rolled back in my head as he hit bottom.

I was dry when he thrust, but a woman’s body only knows that she is penetrated. Now, my own juices began to flow and his massive cock became coated in my natural lubricants. I could no longer hope to resist the inevitable. He pulled back and began fucking me hard. My body rocked with each driving push and uncontrolled, garbled moans escaped my trembling lips.

He thrust were slow and deep, at first. His grip on my hair lessened as my body began to accept its fate. Soon, he was laying over me, driving into my cunt with me fully accepting his invasion. My thighs grew tight and despite myself, I felt my body rising to meet him.

“That’s it, girl. Let your instincts run free. You will learn that there is no shame in being taken, and no reason to fear being used.” His voice was deeper now, husky and excited. I could feel the heat of his body on my skin and the moisture of sweat dripping on my back.

I didn’t believe his words then, but I did feel the undeniable pleasure of being fucked deeply by a man who knew his craft. His movements and the angle of his attack began to merge and an insidious tingle ran through me. It felt warm and deep and a delicious pressure built in my belly. All the while his heavy cock plunged in and out of me, winding me up like a top. I was being stressed and drawn and I had no place in my mind to find escape. I was going to cum! I hated myself for it, but I knew I would not be able to stop. My thighs trembled and my body flushed and then a tide of pleasure rose and broke over me. I screamed in agonized pleasure and my pussy convulsed and gripped its conqueror so tightly I heard him gasp.

His body stiffened and he held my hips so tightly I winced, and then I felt the hot gush of his cum as it spilled into me. He drove his cock deep, pumping into me with short strokes until his hot seed dripped from my exhausted body. I shuddered and cried, yet a glow of something else pulsed through me. When he rose and walked away, I fell into a dream like quiescence. I dozed for a moment, and when I awoke, I heard a woman’s voice.

“Did she please you, Marco?” she asked.

“Yes,” he responded. “She has the gift. She will be valued by the Masters. We need to train her quickly. If they find her like this, her Moment will come far too soon.”

I murmured to them, trying to ask what they meant, but the woman knelt next to me and stroked my hair. My eyes opened and I saw that she was of the same blend of mixed races that Marco was. Her chocolate skin and almond eyes seemed Asian, but were mixed with the strong cheek bones and and soft lips of European decent. Her thick brown hair hung loosely over her bare shoulders and only a short dress covered her voluptuous body. “Shush, girl.” she said as she pushed the air from a syringe. Then she pricked my arm and emptied its contents into my bloodstream. “There. Now you will sleep. You have a long trip ahead of you.”

For a moment, pure terror coursed through me, and then there was nothing but darkness.

I never found out how long I slept. Maybe it was several days. Maybe it was much longer. When I awoke, I was wearing a plain, short shift and laying under the covers in a small bed. I felt something hard on my neck and reaching up, I discovered a metal collar with a small chain. I pulled on it and found it connected to a iron ring mounted onto the rust colored metal wall behind my bed.

Memories of my rape exploded in my mind and I began to panic. “Hello?” I cried, my voice trembling in fear. “Is- is there anyone there?”

Receiving no answer, my fearful gaze flitted about the room but other than my bed, a toilet and a single lamp mounted in the ceiling, it was empty. The door was like I would have expected to see on a ship and then I truly began to despair. Wherever I was, I was certain there would be no escape.

I lay there for hours, filled with terror and suffering from a thirst I had never felt before. My chain allowed me to stand and to use the toilet, but I had no hope of reaching the door. I would have expected to feel pain from the brutality of my rape, but enough time had passed that I was spared at least that.

Resigned to the hopelessness of my captivity, I feel into a light and fitful sleep. Later, I was awoken by the metallic clank of the door being opened.

Bile rose in my throat as the door creaked open. I scrambled onto my knees, cowering away from my captor. I was terrified that Marco would come for me again, but instead that same, beautiful woman entered with a tray.

“Good, you are awake,” she said without threat. “You will be hungry and thirsty. You must eat and regain your strength.”

Gone was the delicate dress I’d seen her in before. Now she wore a simple, white cotton top with denim jeans. Even in such drab clothing, she was still incredibly beautiful and my mind swirled in confusion that anyone so attractive could be so evil. I curled up in the corner of my bed and sat trembling with my knees clutched to my breasts.

“Who are you?” I asked with tears again forming in my eyes. “Please, let me go,” I begged. “I swear I won’t tell anyone.”

The woman actually looked saddened by my fear and sat on the bed next to me. Setting the tray on the bed, she gently caressed my face. “I’m so sorry, Jessica. This must be terribly difficult for you, but you need to know, you will never see your home again.”

I heard her say the words but my mind refused to grasp their meaning. I begged her to free me, to protect me from Marco, but she only shook her head.

“This is going to be hard for you to understand, but you are now a slave. Your life isn’t yours any more than mine belongs to me. We are females, and we exist for the sole purpose of pleasing the Masters of the Circle. Now drink, and I will try to explain.

Fearfully, I took the cup. For a moment, I hesitated, thinking it might be drugged, but my thirst was ferocious and with a trembling hand, I drank deeply. Finishing the cup, I gazed at her. “You are a slave?”

“Yes.” she responded with a smile, as if she felt no remorse at her plight. “I am called Circe, and Marco is my brother.”

A wave of revulsion swept through me at hearing his name and my chest heaved as I began to cry. “He raped me. I was raped by your brother!” My body shook with shame and sorrow. Circe took my hand and held it tightly.

“Of course he did. It was his right as a man. He is very pleased with how you responded to him.”

“Responded! What are you talking about. He forced himself on me! You both kidnapped me and brought me here! What gives you the right-!”

Circe’s grip on my hand grew tighter and her gaze turned iron. “Yes, we did. You need to understand, everything you believed, everything you knew is over. The world you live in now will not accept your defiance. How long you live, and how painfully you die will depend on this. Neither Marco or I can change this.”

Circe pulled her long hair away from the back of her neck and revealed an intricate glyph tattooed on the back of her neck. “This is my brand. It is the mark of the Circle and it means that I am owned by them. I live and will die at their pleasure, and now so shall you.”

Instinctively, my hand flew to the back of my neck, as if I could feel such a mark, but Circe gently pulled my hand away. “Calm yourself, girl. You haven’t been branded yet. You are to be taken to the isle and there you will be sold. Only then will you be tested. Survive that, and you will receive your brand.”

Defeated by this, my head hung low. “You can’t get away with this, you know. They will look for me.”

That same, sorrowful look of understanding reappeared on her flawless face. “No, they won’t. They already have a body. It’s burned beyond visual recognition, but the records have been changed. To your world, you are already dead.”

I wouldn’t have believed I could have been more crushed, but this revelation was more than I could accept. “No! You’re lying!” I protested! “How could that be true? That isn’t possible.!” Tears were running freely down my cheeks and I was again racked by uncontrollable sobs. “No one could do that!”

Circe sighed, as if she’d seen this before. “You are not the first to be here. We took three more girls like you on this trip alone. You may never have heard of the Circle, but it is an ancient order and it is made up of the most powerful men in world. They control entire countries, including yours. There is very little they cannot do.”

Circe stood with feline grace. “Eat and get yourself together. Marco will see you soon. It is time for you to meet the others.”

A spasm of fear rocked me at that, and then, with dread filling my heart, I asked the only question that truly mattered anymore. “Will I be raped again?”

Circe turned and responded quietly, as if it were nothing at all. “Of course. Marco is is a slave, but he is a man. He will take what he needs from you, just as he does from me.”

With that, she turned and left me alone with my despair.

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Part 2

Ravenous with hunger, I devoured the meager meal Circe left me. With each bite I took, I felt as if a small part of me was surrendering to my fate. Even still, I ate, for I could no more resist my hunger than I could the whims of my captors. I finished it quickly and could then only wait as the subtle roll of the ship lulled my senses.