A Beautiful Prize
The camera’s activation light winked back on, and Andrea Maurer renewed her struggles, the stifling silence of her prison broken by the creak of wood, rope and leather, not to mention the buzz of the vibrator working its magic. Muffled screams strained to be heard past the thick leather panel gag buckled over the lower half of her face, and the beautiful redhead gave a sharp cry as her captor’s hands moved to cup her breasts. “Mmmppgggh! Mmmmmmpppggh!”
“Fear not, ladies and gentlemen, for I’ve saved the best for last. Our final item for purchase on tonight’s livestream is one Andrea Katherine Maurer,” the black-clad woman spoke towards the camera, every husky syllable sending a shiver down the spine of her unwilling product. “She’s 26 years old from Canada, and yes, she’s a natural redhead, I guarantee it.” A gloved hand reached out from behind, forcefully seizing her jaw in so that she was staring into the camera lens. “Say hello to your would-be owners, my dear.”
“Mmmmmmpgggh!” Andrea screamed, bright blue eyes silently pleading for release as she tried in vain to escape. Long legs, still clad in her customary knee-high stiletto-heeled black leather boots, had been bound at the ankles to the outside of the front chair legs, parting her thighs and leaving them exposed to the groping hands of her captor. More rope lashed her wrists and elbows to the armrests, while a final coil beneath her perfect breasts held her fast against the chair’s backrest, drawing her already flattering white satin blouse even tighter over her feminine dimensions. Beneath the folds of her pleated black leather skirt, the vibrator’s buzzing persisted, and Andrea moaned in helpless pleasure beneath her gag, the rubber ball secured on the underside of the leather filling her mouth and making coherent speech impossible. The chair itself had been bolted to the floor, further rendering her efforts futile, yet that didn’t stop her from trying, shapely figure writhing within the embrace of her bondage, long red hair flipping about. “MMMMMPPPGGH!”
“Don’t mind her, she’s just playing hard to get,” her captor mocked, rising up from behind the redhead and moving to her side with the click of high heels upon the hardwood floor. “Those of you interested in a pet you can break in yourself will unfortunately be disappointed here. Don’t let her struggles fool you, this is a woman who loves nothing better than to be bound, gagged and taken advantage of. Isn’t that right?”
“Mmmmmmppppggh!”
“Here, I’ll prove it to you.” Andrea gave another moan as leather-clad fingers caressed her black silk underwear, withdrawing seconds later slick with feminine honey. “See? Wet as a rainstorm.”
Blushing scarlet, Andrea mumbled a helpless protest. “She plays at being bashful and professional and elegant, but at heart, she aches for someone to take control and have their way with her.” The heady mixture of cinnamon, vanilla and desire invaded Andrea’s nostrils, and she shuddered at the feel of her captor’s breath upon her skin, hot and lustful. “Torment her however you please, and I promise you she’ll just beg for more. Like so.”
A click of a button, and the vibrator was cranked up to full power, sending Andrea’s thighs quivering and her eyes rolling back. “The perfect slave with the perfect body. Well worth the opening bid of five million dollars, wouldn’t you agree?” While her left hand continued to fondle satin-clad breasts, her right pressed firmly upon the device, forcing it against her captive’s apex and provoking a second shudder of barely-constrained pleasure. “Someone’s enjoying this.”
Scarlet locks whipped about in denial. “Liar. You love this more than anything. Let me prove it.” Another click, and Andrea let out a howl of dismay as the vibrator went dead just before she could reach her peak, and the kidnapper smirked, full lips tracing the length of her prize’s pale, slender neck. “You honestly thought I’d let you off that easily? No, you’re gonna stay nice and ready for your new owner. And who will it be, I wonder? Oh, the first bids are coming in now…”
“Mmmmpggh! Nnnnnggh!”
With a smile, the kidnapper offered a final caress before stepping away to admire her handiwork, leaving the redhead to squirm helplessly in front of the camera. “Don’t tire yourself out there, my dear. After all…”
Mariam Kamal gave her lover a proud smile. “We have all night to spend together…”
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“Are you sure I wasn’t too rough?”
“Oh, no, you were wonderful!” Andrea exclaimed, unable to disguise the very satisfied smile from her full lips. Beneath silken sheets, the two women clung to each other in the darkness of their shared bedroom, the air heady with the scent of their lovemaking. “That was… that was everything I could have hoped for,” the redhead confessed, heart still pounding in the afterglow.
Returning the smile, Mariam made a small motion, and Andrea moaned afresh as dusky fingers teased her womanhood, shivers of delight running up her spine. “I’m glad I could fulfill that fantasy for you, babe. You were really getting into it there.”
“Guess I was,” said the redhead, blushing profusely. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not freaking out when I discussed this scenario with you. Let’s face it, being kidnapped and sold into slavery isn’t exactly the sort of thing a decent woman is supposed to fantasize about.”
“What, you think you’ll need to hand in your feminist card? Babe, you have absolutely nothing to prove. You’re a university graduate who hobnobs with diplomats and foreign business leaders on a daily basis; being submissive in the bedroom doesn’t diminish what you’ve accomplished in the slightest. I’ll never judge you for your fantasies, okay?” the Persian beauty insisted, reinforcing that pledge with a gentle, loving kiss. “Besides, any opportunity to have my way with a sexy, bound redhead is all right by me.”
“Is that so?” Andrea quipped. “Tell me, did you really have the camera on?”
“I wasn’t actually livestreaming, of course. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I…” the redhead stammered, her blush deepening. “I was just wondering if you saved any recording. You know, for later.”
A snort of laughter erupted from Mariam’s throat. “What?” Andrea protested, stifling a giggle of her own. “It isn’t crazier than anything else we’ve done.”
“I suppose not,” Mariam permitted. The laughter died away, and Andrea felt her breath hitch in her throat as strong hands pinned her wrists to the bed, the caress of a warm tongue along her neck drawing a guttural cry of want. “But to think that a decent woman would ever want to do something so disreputable?”
“For—forgive me, Mistress.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” The sensation of cold steel against her skin and the click of the handcuffs locking into place signalled the next pleasurable outing, and Andrea willingly succumbed to her lover’s ministrations. “Not when we can have so much fun together…”