Captive On A Deserted Island

[submissivewife]

It’s hot and humid today, the air heavy, almost smothering. The thin white button-up cotton dress I was told to wear today was beginning to stick to my wet skin. My blonde tresses were starting to stick against my forehead and neck. The sweat would bead and pool at my throat and then spill over and run down my chest and between my breasts. The feel was sensual and erotic. My nipples begin to tighten and press against the thin fabric for them to be easily seen. I groan in frustration and exasperation with myself. How could all this be turning me on? I was here against my will. He took me.

My captor left me this morning tied to this post. In heels that were insane. No sane woman would wear heels like these. They stood me up on my toes, which caused my calves, thighs and feet to hurt within minutes of my captures departure. . Giving a whimper of pain and frustration I shift again to ease some of the pain. Which didn’t help much, since anyway I stood was painful in these impossible heels. Resting my head against the pole, I try to figure out how I can get away from my captor.

It’s been days since I have seen anyone but my captor. In fact, I don’t know how long I’ve been on this island. I woke days before in this hut tied to a bed, naked, and hot. I didn’t have any idea how I had gotten here, just that I was tied to a bed by my wrists to the headboard.

Giving another whimper of pain I shift again and wished for a glass of water. I was so thirsty. He had to come back soon, in this heat I wouldn’t last much longer without water. With that in mind, I gain courage to stand with the pole at my back, and facing the door of the hut I was in. I closed my eyes trying to remember how I had gotten here. An image begins to form in my mind but I can’t grab a hold of it to examine it. As the image begins to take some form I hear something outside hoping but dreading that my captor has returned.

Opening the door my captor comes in carrying different fruits and plants. Also carrying a large knife I guessed to be a machete. He sets the fruit on a table next to the door, then walks over to me at the pole. He’s not the greatest of looking men, but cute nonetheless. His dark hair messed from the winds of the beach, his eyes a deep brown looked at me closely. His physique was astounding though, broad shouldered and chest that narrowed to his waist. His strong hands held the machete loosely. My nipples begin to tighten again with anticipation as he stands there close to me.

Stepping closer my captor brings the knife up close to my face and gently touches the blade to my cheek. I turn my face away only for the knife to follow. Taking the knife, he follows the path a drop of sweat had fallen just a few minutes before. I gasp and my breathing becomes shallow and labored as the knife travels down my chest. I can feel my nipples tighten and ache as the knife travels lower. Stopping that the first button at the top of the dress he cuts the button off and the button flies across the room. Slowly moving the blade lower he does the same to the next button. I gasp as more of my breasts are revealed as each button is cut from the dress.

Lower the blade goes again and I try to move from the blade but to no avail. My captor reaches for my hair and pulls my head back, causing me to look into his eyes. I see the warning in them and the blade is moves to the bottom of my right breast.

“Don’t move,” he says softly.

Giving a whimper I nod my head in understanding as the blade lowers again to the next button. Cutting that button away the top of the dress gaps open, almost revealing all of my breasts.

“Please, no.” I beg.

I look into his eyes and see the lust in them. I whimper from both the desperation I felt and the wetness that was beginning to collect between my cunt lips. I feel the knife mover lower again and another button is cut. Then quickly the last three buttons are cut and the dress is left hanging on me. My breasts and pussy exposed to his unrelenting gaze. I feel as though his eyes are devouring me as I stand there helpless.

Walking over and grabbing a pitcher he pours a glass of water. He brings the cup to me and places the cup to my lips. I drink the cool water greedily, so thirsty I was. When I had finished the water he went and refilled the cup and let me drink again. I finished this one quickly as well.

After the cup had been drained, he places the cup on the table and walks back to me. I looking into his eyes, I knew he wanted me. The burning desire in his eyes ignites my own. I lick my dry lips and take a breath to say something only to be cut off by his lips on mine. My knees buckle from the electrical shock that went through me. His arm was around me instantly supporting my weight. I try to pull away but there was no where to go. He deepens the kiss and I was swept away by the desire that overtook my body. I feel his hand at my pussy gently seeking my inner passage. I tighten my thighs together to avoid his entry. Without breaking the kiss he lifts me off the ground and puts his knee between mine, which effectively opens my legs to his questing hand. When his finger finds my wetness I whimper with both passion and surrender. I wanted this. I wanted him to touch me deeper.

Reaching down, he pulls my legs apart and wraps them around his hips. I gasp at the intimacy of how my cunt was pressed against his waist. Reaching between our bodies, I feel him release himself from the confines of his jeans. Then shift until he is at the entrance of my aching cunt and stop.

Looking at me he says, “Say you want me.”

I nod my consent and say, “Please, fuck me, I want you.”

In one quick thrust He impales his massive cock in my wet pussy. I gasp at the fullness and the sensations that fill me. He stops to look at me.
I open my eyes, my breathing coming in quick gasps. I see the burning passion and need to fuck me. I nod again. That’s all he needed. He fucked me hard. Hard thrusts that that touched my womb. I gasp at the wonderful feel of the pain and ecstasy I feel. Soon, I am wanting to cum.

“Don’t you dare cum,” he says in warning.

I open my eyes unbelieving of what he said. Not cum, how can one not come when they so badly wanted to. I struggle between obeying and my body’s need to cum.

“Please, please, I need to cum.” I beg.

Shaking his head no, his brown eyes watch me closely. I continue to struggle with the mounting orgasm to keep it in check. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold out any longer he reaches between our bodies and rubs my clit.

“Oh please, I’m going to cum.” I say in desperation and defeat.

“Cum for me my slut.”

I let go of the orgasm as my body twitches and writhes in his arms, my head thrown back in the delight of the orgasm. Then I feel him spilling his hot cum into me, my body surprises me and erupts into another quaking orgasm.

When my orgasm subsides I look up at my captor and realize that he was that, the captor of my body, heart, and soul.

[Rabbit1]

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