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 Held Captive
   Part 2 of 3: Lessons
   by Nysidra
   This is a graphic story containing several erotic concepts, explicit
sexual descriptions, violence, and drug use.
   Dark Erotica (Mf, MfM, drugs)
   Summary: Ariel is a precocious young woman, add to this: naive and
trusting.  She descends into a prison of sorrow and pain, but I assure you,
she eventually finds her her way out.
   <->
   The next morning Trevor left his room to a quiet house, but one full of
the smell of food.  "What's this?"
   "Egg and bacon sandwiches," she answered.
   "Can I have one?"
   "Sure.  I'll make you one."
   "Trevor, when's your next run?" said Raven.
   "Not for a week.  Where's everyone?"
   "I sent them after their own breakfast.  Derrick is passed out on the
couch."
   "Naw, I ain't," he murmured.
   "Need you to watch after her," said Raven.  "Jasper and I have a run to
Blue Ridge."
   Trevor pointed at Raven and then the front door.  "Derrick, keep an eye
on the girl." He met Raven outside.  "You don't want me to get her home?"
   "Hell no.  She better be here when I get back.  She's mine."
   "What makes you think so?"
   "Popped her open myself.  Every hole."
   "How the fuck did you end up with a virgin?"
   "Lucky.  She wanted to come here."
   "Way to make her regret it, you dumb fuck."
   "Watch it."
   "Listen, as a friend, stop being such a fucking bull.  Don't treat her
like you own her."
   "Look after her, keep her here.  Do I need to ask your boy in there?"
   "I have one condition."
   "What?"
   "I'm going to fuck her.  I don't need you flying off the handle when I
do.  Let it sink in.  I am going to fuck her."
   Raven clenched his jaw and shook his head.  "Leave her ass alone. 
That's mine." The man was like a kid in a public play area, snatching
whatever he could get his hands on, screaming mine.  Given the man's size
and gruffness, few people argued.
   Trevor would get what he wanted, Raven out of his way.  "I'll watch
after her."
   Trevor entered the house first.  Ariel leaned against the counter
talking to Wilson who leaned on the fridge.  Trevor signaled Wilson to back
off and the man went to the kitchen table.  "I thought you were watching
her?" He said to Derrick.
   "They were just talking."
   "She wasn't upset?"
   "Didn't sound like it from here."
   Raven stomped in behind him.  "Jasper and I got a run," he said to
Ariel. "You'll stay with Trevor.  Do as you're told.  Let him fuck you, and
don't waste all my food.  If I hear you gave him trouble I'll turn that
brown ass of yours black and blue."
   Over the next three days, Raven kept Ariel by his side, watched her like
a hawk.  That next morning, she watched him ride away with a long, heavy
sigh then looked at Trevor expectantly.  Her bare feet dangled off the
window sill as played with the end of the oversized t-shirt.
   "I have a gift for you." Trevor walked her to his room.  He kneeled by
the bed and slid a bag out.  When he stood up, Ariel lay naked on the bed,
arms up, legs open.  Eyes staring at the ceiling.
   Trevor drank in the physical vision of her body.  Raven had taken his
advice for the most part.  She had no bruises, few whelps.  He sat on the
bed and caressed her belly, massaged her breasts.  He brought his hand down
between her legs, but stopped when he felt her dry lips.  "I appreciate the
offer, sugar, but that isn't why I brought you in here."
   Ariel blinked.  Her eyes focused on him.
   "Sit up.  Look what I have for you." He set the black trash bag on her
lap.  "This is all I have for gift wrap."
   She untied the top knot and pulled out the clothing Trevor spent the
last few days gathering.  A trio of dresses, a night shirt, and a handful
of tees and skirts.  At the very bottom she pulled out the cotton sleep
shorts.  He looked forward to seeing the material stretch over the swell of
her ass.  "Thank you."
   "You're welcome." He looked over her chocolate areola, maple syrup
colored hair.  Her eyes were dark, and more than he liked, puffy from
crying.  "Pick something to wear and we can have a light lunch."
   "What's a run?" She stuffed everything but the yellow dress back into
the bag.
   "We run alongside cargo going through the area as protection."
   "From?"
   "That depends on the job."
   The dress cupped her breasts and the color looked great on her. 
"Beautiful." He couldn't wait until Derrick got back.  They would get her
out of her funk soon enough.
   They had roast beef sandwiches with all the fixings, pickles, and a
plate of sliced bananas.  Trevor raised a single brow at the fruit.
   "This is your favorite." She barely spoke above a whisper.
   "I know that, but how do you?"
   "Heard you mention it.  It's really easy to hear people in this house."
   "Yeah." He held a slice up to her lips.  "How did you meet Raven?"
   She sighed heavily.  "I wanted to ride on his bike.  He brought me back
here."
   "Didn't turn out like you wanted, did it?"
   She shook her head and held the banana up for him this time.  "Raven
said you warned him that you'd fuck me."
   "Let me guess, you're not to encourage me?" Trevor grinned as she
nodded. "Ray and I have been friends for a long time.  He's shit with
women, but he keeps trying."
   "I thought it would be more fun."
   "What's that?"
   "Sex," She leaned her head on her fist and picked at the rest of her
sandwich.
   The front door open and closed.  "Anyone alive in here?" Derrick walked
into the cabin with his helmet and riding gloves under his arm, a duffle
bag under the other.
   "Kitchen," Trevor said.  "Did you get it?"
   Derrick pulled a tin box from the bag and slid it across the table. 
"Hey Ariel.  The spoiled king ride off to war yet?"
   She grinned and nodded.  "Do you want something to eat?"
   "Nah, I ate in town."
   Ariel gathered the empty plates and set to washing them.
   "Small wonder he's such a fool over her." Derrick said.
   When she finished washing up, Trevor called her back over to them.  "Sit
here." He tapped his thigh.
   She sat across his lap.  If Raven were around she'd be sitting straight
up, touching as little as possible, but he was gone, not lording over her,
watching her closer than her parents ever bothered.  She leaned on his
chest, looked up at him.
   "Remember when you told me, 'I'm not his'?"
   She nodded.  "I'm not.  He just ...  latched onto me."
   Trevor hummed.  "You look so easy to latch onto." He pointed to the tin
box.  "That is a contraceptive.  Derrick is going to inject you with it so
that you don't get pregnant, at least not for the next year.  He'll apply
an anesthetic, but it's still going to hurt.  Be a trooper about this, and
you'll get a treat after."
   She buried her head in his chest.
   "Go on." Trevor put his hand over her eyes to hide the injection needle.
It hurt, but not as much as it would to learn that she was carrying around
Raven's child.
   "There.  All done." Derrick announced.  "Now that nasty business is
over." He pulled out a metallic bag holding a handful of suckers. 
"Trooper's choice."
   She looked through the bag.
   "There's only one lime.  That's my favorite," said Trevor.
   She looked at Derrick.
   "I'll take anything touched by your lips."
   Ariel opened the lime sucker and took long, exaggerated swipes at it
with her tongue.  She held it out for Trover, then she picked the pink one
and did the same before giving it to Derrick.
   "You're right," Derrick said to Trevor, but winked at her.
   She picked the orange one for herself.  "These taste funny."
   "Only at first," Trevor said with a chuckle.  "Want to watch a movie
with us?"
   "Sure."
   They all piled onto the couch.  The movie wasn't exactly big on plot, or
clothing.  Several people were having sex in every scene.  She saw
everything close up.
   "Notice how she isn't crying or begging them to stop?  Do you know why?"
   Ariel shook her head and squirmed on the couch.  The candy was gone now
and her skin felt tingly all over.  She hugged her knees to her chest.
   "Because she's enjoying herself.  She wants it, and they want her to
feel good.  That's when you know you're doing it right." He pulled on her
ankles and brought her legs down.  "Put your hands between your legs and
feel your pussy." Trevor tilted his head as if waiting.
   She slid her hands into the shorts, rubbed her wet lips.
   "Are you wet?"
   She nodded.
   "Keep going.  Get yourself off."
   It had been such a long time since she was comfortable touching herself,
not sore or turned off.  Trevor pulled off her shorts and spread her legs.
   "Fuck," Derrick got down on the floor beside Trevor.  "That's so fucking
hot."
   Ariel grinned and rolled her head back.  She drew a sharp breath as
Trevor penetrated her with his finger.  It wasn't rough, and more, he
curled it up inside her.  The whole room seemed to float, as if the
pressure in the room changed.  Unfortunately, the arm she needed to get her
off still hurt from the shot early.  With a whimper she let her hand fall
to her side.
   She stopped breathing as a tongue licked up and down her clitoris. 
Ariel looked down at Trevor, mouth hanging open.  What was he doing and how
did it feel so good?
   Derrick moved onto the couch beside her and played with her nipples. 
"How's that feel?"
   "Amazing," she whimpered.  Her body began having an orgasm, not
suddenly, building to an explosion, but constantly.  Her climax started
with a low rumble and built to a crescendo until she was screaming and
writhing on the couch.  She blinked to focus her eyes, tried to focus, but
she was still lost.
   Derrick held a glass of water up, and she drank it.  Cool water spread
down her chest into her belly.
   Trevor sat against the arm of the couch, legs spread, erection curved
back toward his belly.
   Ariel crawled up and took him in her mouth.  Derrick and Trevor were
talking, but Ariel didn't focus on their words, just the cock in her mouth.
She wanted to return the favor, make him feel as good as she felt just now.
He lasted much longer than Raven and filled her mouth a hell of a lot more.
   She sat up and looked at Derrick, down at his erection.  "Do you want me
to suck you too?"
   "I would, very much."
   She grinned and took Derrick into her mouth.  They spent the rest of the
night watching porn, masturbating, getting each other off, but no sex.  It
might have led to sex, but she felt Trevor's cock at her pussy and
flinched, pulled away.  He never tried again after that.
   Unlike Raven, Trevor didn't demand Ariel's constant presence, didn't
breathe down her neck like a prison guard.  She stole away to the shed
after doing the washing.  She'd never seen the inside of it since they
parked the bikes.  It was full of tools and spare parts.
   Steps echoed off the hard floor.
   "Hey, Wilson."
   "Hey, how far you spreading that pussy of yours?"
   Ariel frowned at him.
   "There's a theory going round the house that Raven never made you come.
Is it true?"
   "Was I supposed to?"
   He laughed.  "Ray should stick to taking it up the ass.  Don't worry.  I
wouldn't do that to you." He didn't stop until he was right next to her.
   "Please step back." Ariel chanced following Trevor's advice, speaking up
when she was uncomfortable.  Was he going to hit her like Raven did?
   Wilson took a single step away.  Everything about Wilson looked rough
and violent, but nothing about Raven did, and look where that got her.
   "I'm not ...  I'm not comfortable having sex right now, but I like you."
   "Oh yeah?"
   She nodded and reached for his pants.  "Have you heard how good I am at
this?" She pulled the loop of his belt, unfastened his jeans.
   "Not a word." Wilson put his hand behind her neck and kissed her.  It
didn't seem rough, not like she expected it would.  "And no one is going to
hear it from me."
   She smiled and went to her knees in front of him.  Everyone was afraid
of leaving her with Wilson, and she supposed she would have been if Raven
were around.
   "Make it quick, babe." He curled his fingers into her hair and thrust
into her mouth, groaning and mumbling until he climaxed.
   He helped her to her feet, thumbed her lips, then tucked himself away.
   "Ariel?" Trevor called.
   She ran out the shed and back around the house toward the clothes
hanging out back.  She paused to catch her breath, her heart going a mile a
minute.  What a rush!  She reached down between her legs, soaking wet.  Not
feeling comfortable with sex seemed like a lie now.  All she wanted was to
feel a cock inside her.
   Sex with Raven didn't always hurt, but it never felt all that good
either, not like touching herself, not like Trevor's tongue on her pussy.
She never got wet from sucking Raven's cock.  No, maybe that first day she
did.
   "Ariel?" Trevor's voice called again.
   "Here." She walked toward the back door.
   "Shit, girl, Derrick was about to deck Wilson.  Found her," he yelled
into the house.
   The living room was full of the smell of pizza.  They sat around,
playing cards and drinking.  Whenever she met Wilson's eyes he gave her a
secret smile.
   A few drinks later and most everyone was relaxed, lying around.  They
got up to a conversation Ariel couldn't quite follow, which was just as
well.  Her eyes sped over each of the four men present, wondering what it
would feel like with them.
   She pulled off her shirt and wriggled out of her shorts, right there on
the couch.
   "Um, Trevor," said Derrick and nodded over to Ariel's naked body.  "I
think she's feeling it."
   "I'm hot." She muttered.
   A chorus of male voices agreed.
   "Who are you hot for, sugar?"
   Ariel sat up, looked around.  Part of her was thinking, all of them, but
in reality, she didn't want to feel sore.  The only decision that made
sense was the man who was teaching her how to enjoy it.  She hugged her
knees to her body, looked at Wilson.  Would it be rude not to say his name?
He was the reason she felt so wound up to begin with.
   "Trevor," he mouthed.
   She rolled her head around and looked at Trevor.  "You."
   Trevor's finger slicked up and down her pussy.  "Go get in my bed."
   Trevor came into the room and closed the bedroom door.  "What happened
with Wilson?" He took his clothes off and got in the bed with her.
   How did he know?  Ariel balled the sheets in her hand.  "He came up on
me in the shed, but he backed off when I told him too.  I wanted to try
doing something I wanted, so I sucked him off, and I liked it, and I want
to know what else I might like.  He wasn't that scary."
   "Not that scary, huh?" He crawled on top of her and his fingers sought
out her moist folds.  "Why am I in here then?"
   "I want to know how to enjoy it."
   "Then you're going to go fuck him?" Trevor put two of his fingers
inside, moved in and out of her pussy.  "Tell me the truth, sugar.  When I
teach you to enjoy it, are you going to fuck him?"
   She sucked on her bottom lip.  "I'd like to."
   Trevor grinned.  "That's what did his head in.  Fresh little cunt like
yours, hungry for it.  All he did was stretch you open, like a dildo. 
You're a virgin yet, girl, but you won't be for long.  When you decide
you're woman enough for Wilson, you hold on tight."
   "What do you mean?"
   "That's for you to discover.  For now, practice with this." He replaced
his fingers with his cock, sank deep inside her.  When he moved it was
constant, smooth, but almost too slow.  Ariel rolled her hips, squeezed
against him.
   "Want more?"
   "Yes," she pulled him down into a kiss, wrapped her legs around his
waist.
   Trevor groaned as her pussy sucked on his cock.  The moment he saw her
little body, naked and trembling, he knew that he could turn her, truly
bring her around to him.  Raven didn't know shit about women.  Grabbing
them and shouting at them didn't do shit.
   She whimpered, and moaned, not from the slightest bit of pain.  No
matter what orgasms she felt before or how, this was the one that counted.
This would be her one true breaking, the true ownership.  She reared back
and tensed and writhed and he fucked her sweet pussy straight through her
climax.
   He rolled beside her and delighted in the after glow.  "Was that what
you wanted?"
   "Yes." She curled up next to him and put her arm around him.
   "You ever want another go, no matter when, just ask if there's anything
you can do for me.  I'll get the message."
   "Getting naked probably not the best, huh?"
   "Bullshit.  I'm going to take that memory to my grave, but Raven will be
back, and," he sighed.
   Yeah, that guy.
   The next day it was only Derrick and Trevor with her.  They sat in the
front room and she helped them with sewing and repairs on their gear. 
Ariel wasn't very good at it, but she gave it her best shot.
   They were mostly finished.  Derrick had an erection that filled the left
leg of his shorts.
   "Can I take care of that for you?"
   Both Derrick and Trevor followed the direction of her eyes.
   "Damn, you've turned into such a fucking sweetheart." Derrick sat back
and pulled his shorts down.  He groaned as her mouth enveloped his cock.
   Trevor pulled her skirt up, fingered her pussy, then he pulled her up.
"Put him inside you.  Don't worry.  He knows what he's doing."
   She climbed into his lap, and took him slow.  Wet as she was, there
wasn't any discomfort as he stretched her wider.
   "So fucking hot." Derrick pumped his hips, ground his way up into her.
"This," he didn't finish the sentence.  He latched on her nipple and bucked
away until he grunted.  He pulled out and jacked until he came on her
breasts.
   Trevor took over afterwards, working on her until she was screaming,
shaking, and moaning.
   Continued in Part 3.
   <->
   Epilogue: Porn tends to be a caricature of real life, the opposite of a
cartoon.  Complexity distilled into simplicity.  I like complexity,
intricacy.  I write about the lives horror stories try to frighten you away
from discovering.  Is she a runaway, a captive, a slave, a depraved slut?
No/yes, none/all of the above.  She's a young woman, a budding sex goddess
nearly ruined by a man not fit for her.
Written: April 2014
"My sexual interests are like my eating habits.  I'll try anything once;
twice, if you prepare it differently." - Bianca Lee
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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