Taken Read online Claire Thompson

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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
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But at least it let in a square of sunlight. It was a tiny affirmation that the world outside still existed.

Jane stiffened, her nerves flipping to high alert at the sound of the door opening. She curled tighter into herself as she saw Robert and Brenda coming down the stairs.

~*~

Brenda looked so fucking hot, decked out in her Dominatrix outfit. The form-fitting leather bodice pushed her large, sexy breasts together, making Robert want to bury his face in them. The leather miniskirt showed off her long, muscular legs. Her six-inch heels made her even taller than Robert himself. She had put on eyeliner and dark red lipstick, her long, red hair hanging loose around her shoulders.

Robert had changed out of his PJs and into gym shorts, not bothering with a shirt, as the summer day was hot and humid. Not to mention, clothes would get in the way of his plans.

When they entered the basement, Brenda didn’t even glance at the naked girl in her cage. She went straight for the flogger.

As he’d known she would, Brenda had watched and listened while Robert hosed down and then played with the girl on the inversion table. She’d masturbated, she told him afterward, her eyes glued to the screen.

“I have to hand it to you,” she’d said when he came upstairs. “I didn’t think you’d actually be able to make that timid, frigid little froggy come, but you did it. You have a magic tongue, my boy. It’s the main reason I keep you around.”

Robert had laughed. “Just my tongue? What about my dick? You seem to like that pretty well, too.”

“You’re right,” she’d said, reaching out to grab his cock and balls. She squeezed just a little too hard, her expression hardening as she’d added, “And I own this, boy. Don’t fucking forget that.”

“No, Mistress,” he’d quipped, trying not to wince as she squeezed.

She’d let go, turning to glare at the closed-circuit screen, where they could see the girl huddled into a ball in her cage, her bony back to the camera. “That cunt will, of course, have to pay for her pleasure.”

“Of course,” Robert agreed with an evil grin.

It was one of their favorite games. Robert would please the girl, and Brenda would punish her for the pleasure. He liked it when they had a toy down in the basement. No matter what he did, the girl got blamed. It was a win-win, as far as he was concerned.

Now, he unlocked the cage and hauled Jane out. He marched her to the suspension beam and lifted her arms so he could lock her wrists into the cuffs that hung from chains overhead. He adjusted the chains so she was forced onto tiptoes. Then he stepped back, ready to watch the show.

Brenda came to stand in front of the girl, a heavy flogger in her hand. She towered over her in her heels. Glaring down, she took Jane’s face in one hand and squeezed her cheeks, forcing the girl’s mouth to purse as she demanded, “How dare you fuck my husband, you bitch! How dare you let him come in that filthy twat.”

Jane’s eyes widened as she tried to sputter some protest between pursed lips.

“No talking,” Brenda shouted, letting go of the girl and taking a step back. “I was watching. I saw it all. You came like a dirty, filthy little whore, which is what you are. And now you’re going to pay.”

She snapped the flogger in the air close to Jane’s naked body. “I’m going to flog you for your bad behavior. You will count each stroke. You mess up and we start over.”

Jane was visibly trembling now, her eyes fixed on the flogger. Poor kid. He would have liked to tell her that the flogger was really their gentlest impact toy. It wouldn’t hurt nearly as much as the caning she’d received the night before. But he knew better than to speak when Brenda was running the show.

“Do you understand?” Brenda barked, her face close to Jane’s.

Jane managed to nod.

“A direct question,” Brenda shouted. “How do we answer a direct question in this house?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jane cried in a tremulous voice.

Mollified for the moment, Brenda took up her position behind Jane. It was a very alluring sight—his gorgeous wife in leather and stilettos, flogger in hand behind the cuffed, naked girl he’d recently fucked.

Brenda pulled back her arm and let the flogger fly. It landed with a satisfying swish of leather against the girl’s small ass.

Predictably, Jane yelped, jerking forward. Her eyes flew to Robert, as if for help.

“Count,” he mouthed in a silent reminder.

“One,” Jane cried in a small, breathless voice.

The next blow landed between her shoulders.

“Two,” the girl managed.

Brenda got into it, flogging the girl’s entire back side, from her calves all the way to her shoulders. Her strikes were unpredictable. She might focus a while on Jane’s ass and then suddenly flog her between the shoulder blades.


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