Violet Savage

Captured and bred by billionaire

Leah sat in the passenger’s seat of her date’s car, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her dress. His hands gripped the steering wheel loosely and she noticed how smooth they were for a carpenter. They had exhausted all subjects for small talk over dinner and now sat in an awkward silence. She was psyching herself up to ask him to come inside for coffee, but didn’t want to come off too desperate. It was their fourth date and it had been ages since she’d had sex, but the last thing she wanted was to screw this up.

Her mind drifted back to the first day she’d met Adam. She didn’t believe in love at first sight, and of course she wasn’t in love with him, but she’d never felt that level of attraction before. It was like a lightening bolt. They were at a bar, a place that Leah never liked to look for men, but it was yet another friend’s bachelorette party, so she was obligated to go. She noticed him immediately as he walked in the door, alone, standing taller than any man she’d ever seen. Their eyes locked right away and Leah felt like she was going to fall out of her heels. As the night went on, they exchanged glances from across the room and she did her best to look confident, but she could feel her cheeks blushing every time he looked at her. Eventually he came over to ask for her number and called her the next week.

There was obvious sexual chemistry between them, but something was a little off. He seemed almost distant and asked her a lot of questions but offered little information about himself. He didn’t seem to be as nearly enthralled with her as she was with him, and sometimes he acted downright distracted. Yet he kept calling her to set up another date, always giving a time and place, more like a demand than a request. Tonight she had plans but cancelled them because she was just so excited to see him again.

They pulled up to her apartment building and Leah waited for him to come around and open her door. Offering a hand to help her out of the SUV, their eyes met and she studied the contours of his gorgeous face. Dark, nearly expressionless eyes stood that out against his light skin were framed by even darker, perfectly manicured eyebrows. His incredibly square jaw was her favorite feature and she ached to feel his stubble against her face.

He led her up the stairs and she started to fumble through her purse. His gaze was distracting as she searched for her keys and the right way to ask him to come up. Finally, with keys in hand, she looked up at him, ready to speak. A crooked smile crossed his face and she paused, getting the distinct feeling that making the first move was a bad idea.

“Um, I had a nice time,” she stuttered, biting her lip. “Thank you for dinner.”

Adam simply smiled at her, his face looking friendlier than it ever had before. Then the smile dropped and he stared at her intensely, moving closer and placing his hand on the small of her back. Leah started to feel lightheaded and weak in the knees as she brought his face closer, his warm breath parting her lips. Slowly, his hand traveled up her back, grazing her neck before he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head backwards firmly. She let out a gasp as his lips locked with hers and his other hand found her round behind. Reaching out to grab his hard shoulders for balance, she went all but limp in his grasp as his tongue circled hers. He pulled her bottom lip with his own as he broke away and gave her rump one last grab as he released her. Breathless, she stared at him and did her best not to fall over.

“I’ll see you soon, Leah.” Taking her hands, he raised them to his lips and kissed one, then the other.

Once inside her apartment, Leah leaned against the door took a deep breath. They had never kissed before and that was not what she pictured. She could still feel his hand in her hair and his lips on hers as she walked into the kitchen to get some water.

A strange reflection looked back at her as she closed the door to her stainless steel refrigerator. Startled, she dropped her glass and it shattered on the floor, sending ice cubes sliding across the tiles. A black-gloved hand reached from behind and covered her mouth before she could scream. Leah kicked at the masked man that held her, but he was too strong. Her muffled cries echoed in her head as she was dragged her out of the kitchen, struggling fiercely to free herself. He turned her toward the door and she saw another intruder coming at her with a length of black rope. Heart pounding, Leah stomped on the foot of the man holding her with her pointy heel, causing him to loosen his grip enough for her to slither free. Since the door was blocked, she ran towards her bedroom in hopes to make her way to the fire escape.

One of the men tackled her after she took a few steps, knocking the wind out of her and breaking a lamp against a wall. Rough carpet dragged across her face as they fell to the floor and she let out a breathless silent scream. He wrestled her to her back and shoved a round ball into her mouth as the other tied her kicking feet together. Flipping her over, they tied her hands together behind her back and fastened the gag behind her head.

A sharp jab landed on her neck as she struggled against her restraints until a wave of sudden drowsiness washed over her and her muscles turned to jelly. She barely felt her limp body being hoisted over her attacker’s shoulder and her head flopping against his back as she was carried down the stairs. Just as her consciousness was fading, she realized she was being loaded into the trunk of a car. Then everything went black.

When she awoke, Leah was lying on a soft mattress. Her head was pounding and she felt nauseous as she sat up, unable to pinpoint exactly where she was. Rubbing her eyes, she looked down at her bare breasts and realized she was naked. Vague memories of her capture came to the surface but she couldn’t piece it all together. She quickly covered herself with her hands and looked around.

Through blurred vision, she surveyed her surroundings and tried to remember exactly how she got here. The first things that stuck out to her were the bars. Thick, iron bars reminiscent of an old style animal cage, the kind that they would use in a traveling circus. Every way she turned her head, bars obstructed her vision and she realized that she was, in fact, inside of a well-constructed, animal cage. It had a low, barred ceiling, too low to stand up in. Her mat was in the corner and ran the entire length of the longest wall, taking up almost half of the floor space. She spun around to inspect the bars that were closest to her, studying how they were securely fastened to the thick wooden planks that made up the floor of her enclosure.

Leah took a long breath and squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds only to open them and see the same surroundings that she had hoped were an illusion. Her cage was inside a small empty room with nothing but a strange round window and closed door. Near the door of her cage, there was a large bottle of water, and what appeared to be a bag of trail mix. There were also two buckets, one smaller and lidless, and the other larger with an odd looking double layer lid.

Rolling her knees beneath her, she crawled over the door and tried to open it. She pushed and pulled to no avail before finally ran her fingers along the cold hinges. The bottle of water called to her but she was too afraid to drink it. Crawling to the back of her cage, Leah inspected the buckets. The small one was simple enough, just a plain pail that you’d find in the kitchen. But the larger one frightened her somehow. Tentatively, she knelt beside it and lifted the lid and looked down at a toilet seat.

For some reason, she found the site of her latrine entirely overwhelming as the gravity of her peculiar situation finally pushed down on her. She let out a howl and kicked it backwards, scampering back to the door of her cage. She flung herself against the door in a vain attempt to push it open and thrust her arm and shoulder between the bars to see if it was impossible to squeeze out. Lying on her back, she kicked at the door over and over, crying out as hot tears ran down her face.

Looking up at the ceiling through her cage, Leah noticed a shiny black orb. It appeared to be a security camera, similar to the type that you see in a department store. Most of those were fake, but she knew deep inside that this one was functioning, and someone was watching her. With her face red with rage, a determination settled over her and she rose to her knees. Stretching out her arms, she gripped two bars on opposite walls of her cage and began rocking her body weight back and forth, hoping that she could some how tip the cage over and it would break, as unlikely as it was.

After several motions, she found a rhythm that started to lift the side of the cage. It was beginning to work and she began to put all of her might into the rocking. Her arms felt like they were going to rip out of the sockets, but she kept it up, her loud, guttural grunts echoing through the tiny room.

“Stop that!” a loud voice commanded from overhead and Leah froze in shock. Having lost her momentum, she pulled her aching arms around her and looked up at the camera, her eyes filled with hate and despair. “There is no use trying to escape. A gorilla couldn’t force its way out of that cage.”

“What do you want?” she asked quivering, terrified of the answer.

“If you continue to fling yourself around, you will be further restrained,” the electronic voice responded blankly. “Drink some water, or someone will make you. Now.”

Hands trembling, she picked up the bottle and opened it. Once she brought it to her lips, something instinctual took over and she gulped it down until she was out of breath. When she was done, Leah collapsed into a heap on the mattress, letting out long sobs and curling up into a ball. She pressed her forehead against one of the cold iron bars of her prison and watched the light fading through the tiny round window. She lay there, crying until her tears were spent and then gradually drifted off to sleep, feeling the eyes of her electronic observer on her bare helpless body.

The sound of a lock opening jerked her awake and Leah moved to the back her cage, covering her breasts with her hands and staring wide eyed toward the door of the room. To her relief, a tiny and weathered Hispanic woman walked in carrying a plate of food that she slid through a slot in the front of the cage.

“Hola,” Leah said, the inviting aroma of spicy seared pork filling the room and making her mouth water. “Please help me!” she begged in Spanish, but the little old woman wouldn’t even make eye contact. She walked over to the window, opened it and then quickly shuffled out of the room.

Leah crawled over the food and attacked it. If she was going to be poisoned, so be it. It would probably be better than whatever her captors had in store for her. As she finished, she tried to listen to anything that could give her a clue to what lie outside the room. It was daylight again, but she could hear nothing outside her door. Although she sat very still, it seemed like she was moving. She rose to her knees and pushed her head against the top of her cage, straining to peek out the window.

Slumping down in defeat, Leah looked up and saw that a bird had landed on the windowsill. A rush of excitement ran through her as she reached toward it. It bounced around for a bit, looking at her with as much curiosity as she had for it. She recognized it as a Least Tern, a gray sea bird with a black head and bright yellow beak. Leah knew a great deal about birds. She was a zoologist, specifically an orinthologist who specialized in the study of birds. Although she held a master’s degree, she’d never been able to truly pursue her passion and currently worked as a manager at a department store, earning barely enough money to pay off her college debt and make the rent on her crummy apartment.

It flew away as quickly as it appeared and Leah pondered its meaning. As fresh air filled the room, she detected the distinct salty smell of seawater, and finally started to figure out where she was. The room was moving, she’d seen a seabird, and the air was salty. She was on a ship, on the ocean, and obviously very far from her home in Chicago.

She looked up at the camera and wondered what was in store for her. Panic had settled into a strange calmness as she accepted her fate, whatever it would be. She wasn’t leaving much of a life behind, if it did in fact end. Actually, she was rather depressed much of the time, and life seemed to be nothing but one meaningless day after another, with nothing to look forward to. She hated her job, she hated living in the city, had no family and no real friends. Her 27 th birthday had recently passed and she hadn’t been in a real relationship since college, and it seemed unlikely that she would ever find a decent guy in time to have children. As terrifying as this was, if she allowed her mind to run through the possibilities of what was likely to happen to her, at least it was a little, well, exciting.

The day passed slowly as Leah lay there on her mattress, noting that it was strangely comfortable and covered with soft cloth. As the sun began to set, the little old woman returned with another meal and more water, this time closing the window before exiting promptly. It was once again delicious and Leah thought it odd fare for someone who was probably going to be sold into slavery. As it got dark, she once again curled up and slept through the night soundly, hopeful that tomorrow would be a more interesting day.

The old woman came in early that morning and tossed a small sandwich inside her cage before covering it entirely with large canvas cloths, tying them securely at the corners of the cage. Leah tried to eat but the anticipation was overwhelming and she simply sat there in silence, waiting. The next time the door opened, she heard several male voices and her heart started pounding so fast she though it was going to leap out of her chest. They were speaking a Spanish dialect she was unfamiliar with, and talking so quickly she couldn’t really make out what they were saying, but they seemed to be referring to her as mere cargo to transport, as if there were oblivious to what was inside.

Leah didn’t dare make a sound and lay down as motionless as possible as the cage was maneuvered through the tight doorway. Light filtered through into the enclosure as the canvas started to flap in the breeze and she gratefully inhaled the fresh air. The sounds of a bustling port tickled her ears and she peered out through a gap between the cloths to see that she was being carried down a ramp toward a truck. She was hastily loaded on to the back and secured with straps thrown over the top of her cage.

The engine started up and the smell of diesel filled her nostrils, but quickly dissipated as the truck pulled away from the port. Leah continued to look out of her enclosure and saw that she was in some tropical country, probably in Central or South America. There were fruit vendors on the corners and impoverished children playing in the streets as the truck made its way through a run down third world city.

Soon there reached an unpaved road and Leah watched all signs of civilization disappear into the background. Bright sunlight almost blinded her as she surveyed the countryside whizzing by while she was tossed around in her cage every time the truck hit a bump, which seemed to be constantly. Savannahs dotted with red blossomed trees stretched out as far as she could see. The scenery was so beautiful she forgot for a minute that she was naked, trapped behind iron bars and had been illegally transported to a foreign country.

They drove for hours as the hot sun beat down on her covered cage. She would have surely roasted to death if it weren’t for the breeze from the traveling truck. Soon the blank countryside became more and more forested and the truck slowed down considerably to compensate for the pitted ground that passed for a road.

After a few minutes of traveling at a crawl, heat and humidity began to fill Leah’s enclosure. It must have been around noon and the overhead sun was barely tempered by the canvas covering her cage. She was so enthralled by her forested surroundings that she didn’t notice the temperature increasing as she continued to look out through a small slit between the cloth panels. One summer after college, she’d done an internship in the rainforest of Brazil and had fallen in love with the jungle. She’d always wanted to live and work there permanently, but it just wasn’t in the cards. Leah was so excited to be back, she almost didn’t care how she’d got here. At the very least, she’d die in a place that she loved.

The truck made a right turn and all of the sudden the road was smooth. It picked up speed again and Leah began to cool off, only now realizing how hot she had gotten. After driving for a few miles they came to a slow stop and did a three point turn to reverse its position before the driver turned the engine off. Leah heard the sounds of both doors slamming and several men exiting the vehicle. The severity of her situation occurred to her once again as she slid to the back of the cage, covering her nakedness with her hands.

They were speaking in Spanish to each other, but again too quickly for her to understand. She thought one of them said We’re just supposed to leave it here? and another man definitely answered Si. The straps above her slid away and her cage was hoisted over the edge of the truck and gently lowered to the ground. She tentatively peered out to see four men climbing into the truck before it drove away on a newly paved road as the sound of the engine disappeared into the forest.

Leah sat inside of her prison dumbfounded and frightened. For a few minutes, the only sound was her heavy breathing. The light began to dim and all of the sudden she heard the calls of birds and monkeys echoing through the forest. Fat raindrops started to fall on the canvas still covering her cage as the low rumble of thunder mingled with the animals’ cries.

The sound of the rain was actually soothing and Leah lay down on the mattress as water trickled onto her body through the cloth. She had now idea what to do, how long it would be until someone came for her, and she didn’t want to think about what they would once they did. Then she sat up with a fright as she heard voices coming towards her. Small brown fingers undid the ties on the covering and the canvas flowed freely in the wind. Leah began to feel lightheaded and thought that she would surely pass out as the panels were pulled away. There was nothing but iron bars between her naked body and whatever waited for her in the jungle.

When she opened her eyes, she looked up and saw the smiling face of the old woman that fed her on the ship. She was surrounded by 3 other women, all of them dark skinned and middle aged. The old woman dropped a large shirt through the top of the cage and Leah quickly put it on. Opening the door, the old woman looked at her sternly and motioned for her to put her hands out in front of her. For a moment, Leah thought about making a run for it, but where would she go? She wouldn’t last more than a day practically naked in the jungle and would surely be found.

When Leah complied, the old woman clamped a pair of iron shackles on her wrists and guided her as she stepped out of the cage. She got a full look at her surroundings, smiling as she took in the beautiful trees and vines that made up the forest. The clouds were parting and the rain slowed to a drizzle as the sun came out again. Vapor started to rise from the puddles next to the road, the sweltering humidity returning rapidly as they fastened a pair of sandals to her feet and tied her ankles together with a length of rope.

The women started walking down a path through the trees and the old woman motioned for Leah to follow. She obeyed. It felt wonderful to stretch her legs and move around outside of the cage. The ladies chattered in a language she couldn’t understand and every time she got distracted by something on the side of the path, the old woman give her a sharp poke in the ribs to move her along.

It was a short path, probably less than a half of a mile, until they got to a stream that had to be crossed on a long wooden bridge. On the other side, there was a clearing in forest with a small homestead surrounded by jungle. The main house was quite large and the other outbuildings had thatched roofs. There were several raised beds full of vegetables and fruit trees dotting the property. Everywhere she looked there seemed to a luscious, flowering plant. Leah couldn’t believe how perfect it was. This wasn’t anything like what she expected.

The ladies led her behind the main house along a stone walkway that ended at a granite patio surrounded by palms and flowering bushes. They walked through an archway and Leah breathed in the sweet floral scents. Living walls of greenery surrounded her but the ceiling was open and she could see the beautiful blue sky.

Pushing her along, the old woman motioned for her to sit on a bench. Her feet were untied and the sandals removed, but when the ladies went for her shirt, Leah resisted and hugged it against her body. The old woman made a scolding sound at her and said something to the other ladies, making them laugh. Then two of them grabbed her arms and pulled them over her head, fastening the shackles to a pipe overhead while the other woman took a pair of scissors and cut the shirt from her body. Leah looked up and saw that she was attached to a shower as water hit her in the face.

Two of the women rubbed a lovely scented soap over her skin, while the third started to wash Leah’s thick wavy hair. She couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable as foreign hands slathered her body, particularly when one of the women started to vigorously scrub between her ass cheeks. She let out a gasp as one of the ladies forced her legs apart and began washing her crotch, even sticking her fingers inside of her before using a detached showerhead to rinse her and then doing it again. A nauseating feeling crept over Leah as she realized how much time the woman was spending on the area and she realized that her body was being prepared.

After the soaping, the woman began rubbing her body with an oily paste that was incredibly abrasive, but smelled amazing. They scrubbed her roughly to the point that it was uncomfortable and her skin flushed pink. She was rinsed her off again and they turned off the shower, but left her tied with her hands above her head while she wobbled on her toes. They toweled her off and squeezed her hair dry, all the while chatting and giggling in an unknown language. One of the ladies finally untied her from the shower and sat her on the bench beside it so they could start filing and buffing her nails.

Her hair was still wet as one of the women began brushing a sweet smelling gel through it and hit briefly with a blow dryer, the harsh noise out of place in the natural surroundings. The women surrounded her and all began working on her tresses, separating them into sections and delicately tying small white flowers into the long golden-red waves.

The old woman gestured for her to stand and the other women held out a long white dress for Leah to step into. They pulled it up and tied the thin straps around her shoulders, her hands still bound by the iron shackles. The dress was very sheer and Leah looked down to see her pink nipples through the fabric as the ladies presented her with a very flimsy pair of silvery thong sandals. They fluffed her hair around her shoulders and the old woman stood back to take a look at her before she nodded in approval and aggravating giggling ensued.

Leah’s heart started pounding as she was made to walk out of the back of the patio and down another path, this one heading deeper into the jungle away from friendly homestead in the clearing. The woman kept pushing her forward as they walked along the dark trail and Leah started to hear the sound of running water. Her steps got shorter and slower from fear and anticipation until she was barely moving. The old woman shouted at Leah and hit her across her bottom with a switch several times to keep her moving along. As they rounded a bend, she saw light at the end of the path about fifty feet ahead when the ladies stopped walking with her and turned back. The old woman smacked her again when she stopped and motioned for her to keep going. Leah walked towards the light, her legs quivering. When she got to the end, she looked back at the old woman but she was gone, so Leah stepped into the light, desperate and terrified to finally learn her fate.

The sound of rushing water was overwhelming as Leah looked ahead to see a giant waterfall. It was so beautiful she couldn’t help but approach it, mesmerized by the faint rainbows at the bottom as the sun shone through the spray. There was an enormous flat boulder at the edge of the river with mist swirling around it, yet far enough away from the falling water that it remained mostly dry. Leah’s mouth gaped open as she took in the incredible beauty.

“You’re even more exquisite standing there than I had pictured,” a man’s voice said from behind her, making her jump. She slowly turned around to see Adam, confusion and relief pouring over her.

“Adam?” she replied, now getting so dizzy she reached out to hold herself steady against the boulder. “What am I doing here?”

“I’ve been deceiving you, Leah.” He walked toward her and she couldn’t help but be happy to see him. He wearing a simple pair of tan linen trousers slung low across his chiseled hips with a white unbuttoned shirt exposing his firm pecks and rippling stomach. His gaze fell to her ample breasts and lingered there before locking eyes with her again. “I’ve been planning this since before we met.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, bringing her shackled hands up to her chest.

“I’ve chosen you. You’re perfect.” Adam stood in front of her and gripped her wrists firmly, pulling them back down. “I’ve taken you away from your sad little life and brought you here, to paradise, where you’ve always wanted to be.”

“I don’t understand, what’s go-.” He reached out a grabbed her hair, the same way he had only a few days before. Clamping his mouth onto hers, he dragged her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Leah melted into the kiss as he pulled her head back so far her mouth opened wider and he plunged his tongue deep inside. His hand ran down the length of her body and he held her up by her rear as all strength left her and she slumped against him.

“It’s a trade, baby. I’ll give you everything you’ll ever want,” he whispered in to her ear, nibbling her ear lobe. A jolt of electricity ran through her body as he kissed her neck before scooping her into his arms. “And in return, you’ll give me your body. Any time, in any way.”

Leah’s head was spinning as he carried her up a few flat stones stacked next the boulder to serve as steps. What did he mean? Was she agreeing to it? Did she really have a choice? Before she knew it, he laid her on the warm stone slab and raised her arms above her head, fastening the shackles to an iron loop that had been driven into the rock. She looked up at the clear blue sky to see a flock of birds was flying over them as the sun sank behind the jungle canopy.

Adam untied the thin straps of the sheer dress and slid it down off of her body. The sun-warmed rock pressed against her bare back as tiny droplets of mist began to coat her skin. He took off his shirt and leaned back on his knees, eyeing Leah’s naked body laid out before him as he undid his pants. She looked up as he freed his immense erection, the first one she’d seen in what seemed like ages. Biting her bottom lip, she locked her knees together and stared up at him timidly. This had all happened so fast and she didn’t know what to think. She let out a gasp as he pulled her legs apart and ran his hands up her inner thighs.

Warm kisses trailed up her legs as his hands caressed her stomach, the sensation so wonderful that Leah couldn’t help but let out a groan. It had been so long since she’d been touched and she had wanted Adam so badly since she first saw him. His moist lips parted her folds and his tongue found her clit, flicking it wildly as hot pleasure crept over her body. Strong fingers pushed deep inside her and she widened her legs, her body making the decision to give in as her mind still grappled with her situation. He kept lapping at her until she let out a cry and gushed, showing that she was ready to receive him.

He rose up from between her legs and crawled on top of her, gripping his rigid cock and sliding it over her throbbing clit, teasing her as she spread her legs even wider. Entering her slowly, he let out a long breath of satisfaction as Leah tensed up around him. Her dripping pussy was tight from neglect and stretched around the thickest cock she’d ever seen that was only halfway in. Sensing her body needed a distraction, he bent down to bite her earlobe as he drove his length inside of her. Leah let out a whimper while he kissed her neck as her body relaxed beneath his weight. Her hips rose up to meet him as his arms encircled her, holding her steady against the first rhythmic thrusts.

After a few seconds, he couldn’t hold back any longer and began sinking into her faster, pressing her soft cheeks into the unyielding stone. He attacked her nipples with his mouth, sucking on them hungrily as he pumped into her faster and faster. Desire overtook her as she forgot how she’d gotten here. She surrendered to his cravings, her moans of ecstasy were lost in the forest. His hands made their way down her back and gripped her ass, his fingers pulling her crease apart as he drove himself deeper as he bit down on her nipple.

She cried out and her body flexed against his invasion, but she was pinned between his hard heavy flesh and the slab she was tethered too. His unbearable thickness expanded her and she squirmed beneath him, filling her with fire as he drilled into her tightness. He groaned and began to fuck her harder, pulling her nipple roughly between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue as his fingers dug into her cheeks. She thrashed against him as he impaled himself ruthlessly and he released one hand from her behind to slap her thigh harshly. His eyes locked with her and he gave her a stern stare and another slap.

Leah forced her body to relax and his hand returned to it’s vice grip on her ass, her limp legs widening further as her captor continued to satisfy himself with her tormented flesh. His greedy thrusting pushed down on her and pressed her body against the rock, wildly bouncing whichever breast was free from his mouth’s onslaught. The impact traveled up her torso and began shifting her upwards. Adam released her ass to fold his arms beneath her back and wrap his hands around her narrow shoulders. The force of his bombardment was trapped inside her body with nowhere to escape as his hips slammed into hers. Energy built within her and the burning in her crevice subsided as she lay there helpless and immobilized beneath the crazed beast on top of her.

She writhed in arousal as delight mingled with his crushing ferocity. Her stretched pussy started spasming against the rod that filled her completely. Her climax rocked her body, the intensity increasing as she wiggled and found herself unable to move. Another wave of delirium hit her while she lay pinned beneath his frenzied stabs as his body began to shudder, his grunts getting louder. With a howl, he released inside of her and rammed himself in as deep as he could go, slamming into her cervix as he pulled her shoulders down so hard it arched her back. Bending down to kiss her soft face, he held her steady on his spurting cock and left it inside long after it was spent.

Leah jerked as he slowly removed himself, the fire of his presence coursing through her loins. He spread her legs and eyed her throbbing pussy as if inspecting it. Her arousal now quenched, she was left with nothing but confusion and suddenly tears started spilling from her eyes. He heard the soft cries and raised his head as she started to pull against the shackles, her blubbering growing more panicked. Adam fumbled through his pants pockets, quickly finding a silver key. He deftly undid her shackles and she threw her arms around him, scrambling to get closer as he cradled her. A torrent of emotions engulfed her as she sobbed into his chest and she looked up at him with bewildered eyes. He wiped the hot tears away, cupping her face in his hands while he softly kissed her trembling lips before scooped her up into his arms.

Leah nuzzled her head into his neck as he carried her along the dark forested path back to the homestead. She was calmer now and felt oddly safe in his thick arms. When they got back the big house was lit up invitingly and he carried her inside. Leah lifted her head to get her first glimpse of what she assumed would be her home. It wasn’t a huge house, but it very spacious and the living room had vaulted ceilings. There were ample windows and a few pieces of nice furniture, but it was mostly empty.

He carried her up a long curved staircase upstairs and down the hallway to a large bedroom. There was a four post bed in the center draped with white cloth netting, and the puffiest, most inviting pillows Leah had ever seen. She let out a long yawn as she realized how exhausted she was. Adam looked down at her and smiled. He laid her down on the bed and she curled up in to a tight ball while he covered her in a soft sheet, tucking it all around her body until she was basically swaddled. He crawled into bed next to her and wrapped his body around hers, softly rocking her back and forth while she drifted off to sleep.

She awoke a few hours later alone, and twisted her way out of the tight sheet. Sitting up abruptly, Leah looked around the unfamiliar room and remembered the insane situation she was in. Wrapping the white sheet around her naked body, she walked over and slid open a door that led to the outside. She stepped onto an expansive balcony that was almost as large as the bedroom itself and lit up with torches. Her bare feet tentatively slid across the wooden planks, but found that they were sanded incredibly smooth. Reaching the edge, she leaned over the railing and inhaled the wonderfully fresh air of the jungle. The sound of the frogs and crickets were incredibly loud as she stared up at a billion stars she hadn’t seen since she had to move back to the city.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Almost as beautiful as you.” She spun around and saw Adam relaxing on an Adirondack chair, whittling away at a small wooden carving. “I’m glad you’re awake,” he said, rising and approaching her with a grin. “I’m starving.” She couldn’t help but smile back. He leaned forward and kissed her, his hands finding the sheet she was using to cover herself and pulling it open. “You won’t be needing that.”

“What if I get cold?” Wrapping the sheet around herself tightly, she looked up at him defiantly. He let out a sigh and pulled it off of her quickly and eyed her bare breasts.

“We’re in a tropical rainforest, Leah. It’s got to be 85 degrees right now,” he replied with a laugh. She couldn’t help but smile wide with excitement. The rainforest, under the stars with a gorgeous man she was absolutely crazy for. And apparently, she was his sex slave that wasn’t allowed to wear any clothes. That last part was still pretty weird.

“I don’t want anyone else to see me,” she told him, embarrassingly looking down at her bare body.

“Neither do I, to be honest.” Adam lifted her chin and kissed her forehead. “So you’ll have little contact with the staff for now. Which is mainly composed of women.” He ran his fingers through her hair reassuringly. “And the most skilled homosexual mercenaries I could find,” he laughed. She looked at him quizzically and he nodded with a smirk, making her giggle and relax.

They made their way back inside and went downstairs to the dining room. An impressive spread of seafood was already on the table, along with bowls of beautifully colored tropical fruit and vases with exotic flowers. Adam pulled out the chair for her and waited until she began eating before diving into his own dinner.

“So, I take it you’re not a carpenter,” she inquired, breaking the silence as they looked at each other across the table.

“Well, not professionally,” he started, “but it is one of my greatest passions.” He opened a bottle of Champagne and poured her a glass. “I actually built this house, and this table. Along with the cabinets, shelves, and basically anything else you see that is made out of wood. Even the floors.”

“Really?” Taking a sip, she looked around and noted that there was an incredible amount of woodwork. “That must have taken forever.”

“I’ve been working on it for a while,” he said. “I wanted it to be perfect. For you.” Leah looked up at him, doing her best not to get drawn into those inky eyes.

Determined to get more information out of him, she shifted the conversation back to more practical matters. Adam told her that they were, in fact, in Brazil, on a rainforest reserve that he’d purchased for her because it several years ago. It was very remote and it turned out that it had a large population of some of her favorite species of birds. She’d have everything she wanted as far as research went, including a separate building that would be built however she wanted and perhaps research assistants down the line.

When she asked how he could afford all of this, she wasn’t exactly surprised to hear that he was obscenely wealthy. It made sense given all he’d been able to do. But he wouldn’t go into any details about what exactly he did, or what kind of life he led back home. When she pressed him on it he grew irritated, so she dropped the issue.

“As you can see, the house doesn’t have much beyond the basics,” he said, lighting candles on the table. “I’ll leave the rest of the decorating to you. It’s important to me that you feel at home here. You’ll be staying for a long time.”

“How long?” A part of her was infuriated that he just took it upon himself to make this decision for her. But he had decided to give her everything she wanted. How could she turn her back on that?

“At least until after the first baby comes.” Leah’s jaw dropped open as she stared at him. “You’ll focus on that exclusively for now.”

“Excuse me?” she stammered back, her heart pounding and blood rushing to her cheeks.

“I’ve told you I need your body,” he said sternly. “Did you really think you’d get all this just in exchange for sex? Do you think I have any trouble getting that?”

“I don’t know if I can give that to you.” She slid her chair back from the table and looked around the large home.

“You know you will.” He walked over to her and poured another glass of Champagne. The first few glasses she’d had were already getting to her and she refused, making him frown. “Drink it. There won’t be any more alcohol for you for a while after tonight.” He pushed the glass towards her and stared her down until she complied and drank it.

“You can’t just do this to people,” Leah exclaimed, rising from her chair. “It doesn’t matter how much money you have.”