Bondage/captured
                                          Captured
                      She was sitting by the water, a group of ducks at her feet
                  clamoring and fighting over the breadcrumbs she tossed to them.
                   Through the glare of the setting sun, she saw him with his own
                   entourage of ducks, slowly walking toward her, tossing food to
                                   the ducks which followed him.
                      As the sun cast it's last golden hue on the ripples at her
                     feet, he came to sit next to her.  She had never seen him
                      before, yet she did not move from her position.  He said
                      nothing, but watched her toss the last crumbs, then the
                     chevrons of water as they rippled behind the ducks as they
                                       followed a passer-by.
                        The sun had completely set, and the stranger still sat
                     beside her, commenting on the water, ducks, warmth of the
                     breeze, the way the leaves stirred gently.  She listened,
                  wanting to leave, but feeling frozen in place.  Once, she tried
                  to get up, but he pulled her back with a gentle yet firm tug on
                   her sleeve.  So she sat, silent, hoping he would tire of this
                                       game.  But he did not.
                     A half moon rose over the horizon, casting an eerie light on
                   the grass and the water.  At last he rose, and she sighed with
                  relief.  To her dismay, he reached for her hands and pulled her
                   to her feet.  Not knowing what he would do, or what he wanted,
                  she slowly turned and began to walk.  He followed her, one half
                                   pace behind her left shoulder.
                       The path led to the parking lot, and she thought soon she
                     would be across it and inside her apartment.  Usually she
                       didn't hurry there; it was small, sparsely and drably
                    furnished, just a place to stay while getting established in
                    this new city.  Almost eagerly she walked toward it, and the
                             dark safe womb it represented in her mind.
                     The path forked.  She walked toward the right, as she always
                   did going home.  He took her arm and steered her onto the left
                   path, guiding her steps on the unfamiliar way.  The manicured
                  grass gave way to scrubby brush, and trees grew from the bushes
                  in wild abandon;  this area of the park had not been developed,
                                  but left as it had always been.
                       The path curved through the thickening brush, and dipped
                   into the cleft between two hills.  He kept her from falling a
                      number of times, and she was confused by the feeling of
                   gratefulness she expressed to him.  After all, she wouldn't be
                     here except for the gentle force he applied to her arm in
                   steering her.  In this confusion, she had little time to worry
                   about where he was taking her, but walked the unfamiliar path
                                      feeling strangely numb.
                        They neared the brook at the bottom of the rift, and he
                  steered her onto the bridge which crossed it.  The thought rose
                  in her, that this was a border; she would not be the same after
                                        crossing the stream.
                     At his gentle urging, she walked across the bridge and along
                       the path out of the cleft.  His hand at her elbow both
                     reassured and frightened her as he led her a short way.  A
                   parting of the brush showed a trail toward a gnarled oak, and
                   along that trail he led her.  She followed, to numb to resist.
                       In the shade of the oak he stopped her, and turned her to
                    face him.  His hands slid around her waist and embraced her
                   softly.  As if of their own volition, her arms crept from her
                   side and enfolded him, her forhead pressed against his chest.
                     As the embrace loosened, she moved her body away, yet her
                   forhead remained where it was, looking through the gap between
                            their bodies to the grass under their feet.
                       She felt his hands still at her back, rubbing up and down
                   over the buttons which closed her dress in the back. A finger
                    caught under the top button, and frayed buttonhole released
                   button with no effort at all.  The warm summer breeze caressed
                  her back, and with each button opening it found wider access to
                    her uncovered back.  The last button released and the fabric
                   billowed, exposing her back from neck to below her waist.  His
                               hands felt strangely good on her skin.
                      His hands caressing her neck, stroking her hair and tracing
                   her ears deepened the trance she felt she was in. She did not
                   notice when his hands dropped to her shoulders, only that the
                   front of her dress was was falling away.  Her arms dropped as
                  his hands swept the thin fabric from her shoulders, letting the
                   top fall into the gap between them as she watched.  His hands
                    followed the curve of her side until it met cloth, which he
                  pushed past her hip.  She watched the dress slide down her legs
                    to envelope her feet.  He rocked her in his arms, and pulled
                    her toward the tree, leaving the dress a soft circle in the
                                               grass.
                      She felt his hands on the sides of her panties, his fingers
                   moving the fabric lower on her hip with each sweeping caress.
                  Being old and stretched, they dropped as far as her closed legs
                    allowed, staying there until his feet between hers began to
                     move apart, releasing the cloth to billow to her feet.  He
                   walked her out of them, to a smooth spot below the oak.  Still
                    holding her close, he reached into a low crotch in the tree,
                    and brought down a thick pad, the type movers use to protect
                     furniture.  He admonished her to stay, and stepped away to
                    spread the blanket on the ground.  With tender caresses, he
                   brought her to stand on the mat, near one edge, and pushed her
                    to her knees with pressure on her shoulders.  She obeyed the
                       cues with no reluctance; no resistance, no thought of
                  disobeying his kind but firm mastery.  As he moved forward, she
                  first sat on the pad, then laid back, watching the stars around
                            his head, watching as he stood by her feet.
                      It was an unfamiliar feeling for her, being caressed by the
                   gently moving air, especially on her breasts and the now freed
                   hair at the junction of body and thigh.  For a few moments as
                    he stood there, she was lost in the new sensations, feeling
                        both trapped and yet freedom beyond any she had ever
                   experienced.  She watched as he looked at her looking at him,
                                    and felt strangely at peace.
                      He began to move.  Slowly and deliberately she watched him
                      open his shirt, then pulling his arms out of the sleeves
                     gracefully.  With the same deliberate smooth slowness, she
                    watched him take off his shoes and socks. His hands moved to
                   his waist, unbuckled his belt, and snapped the waistband open.
                   She heard the snap, then the sound of the zipper being pulled,
                  and watched as the jeans opened, dropped, and were put with the
                                        rest of his clothes.

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                     Her eyes were drawn to his body; never before had she seen a
                   man naked before.  The flatness of his belly, with the rising
                  fleshy organ where she had none, the muscular thighs shining in
                    the moonlight fascinated her.  He was slowly moving, almost
                    dancing to an inner rhythm, and as she watched the movement,
                  she felt his feet move beween her feet, and moved them apart to
                                      give him room to dance.
                      She watched him kneel at her side, and felt his hand on her
                     naked belly, tracing the curve of her ribs, outlining and
                   exploring her navel, caressing the hollowness between ribs and
                    pubic rise.  His hands came to cup her breasts, and she felt
                   the nipples harden, though she felt no cold. Instead, she felt
                    a glowing warmth spreading through her, and was surprised at
                               the occasional shiver that shook her.
                        Deeper she slipped into the trance.  Unable to resist,
                   defend, she felt him lie beside her, his hand tracing circles
                   over her belly and thighs.  When his hand brushed the hair at
                       belly's base, she felt for the first time how her body
                      responded to such touch.  Never before had she known the
                   sensations now from her groin to enervate all of her body, her
                                           entire being.
                       She felt him shift, and felt his leg cover hers, his body
                    sliding over hers, the moistness of the thin fluid from his
                    manhood leaving a cool trace on her thigh.  He knelt between
                   her knees, and she saw the jutting stiffness throbbing on his
                    thighs.  She watched with detatchment as he rocked forward,
                    coming to rest on one elbow placed by her shoulder, and felt
                  the round prodding in the soft flesh behind her pubic bone.  It
                  slipped around, opening the now moist lips, pushing ever toward
                    the opening the soft folds concealed.  It surprised her that
                    her hips were moving to meet him, thrusting as if they had a
                                         life of their own.
                       The pressure increased as he lowered himself further, and
                    she felt her hips rocking to bring her softness to his hard
                    probe.  Her legs lifted her groin to meet him, and felt the
                  round head slip into the vestibule behind the muscles concealed
                   in the folds.  Inward it pressed until she felt impaled to the
                    core of her being.  Taken to the very depths of her body and
                    soul.  Inward and out she felt the smooth friction, rocking
                               with each movement in rhythm with his.
                      Forever or a moment, she had no concept of how long it had
                  been.  An eternity of tension, released in a shudder of moments
                   or hours, she had no idea what had happened within her being.
                   The moment, or hours, passed into stupor, from which she rose
                    again to shudder in pleasure. The fire within her ebbed and
                    flowed, warming and cooling, rising and ebbing, filling her
                                with sensations she knew nothing of.
                     She felt the thickening and lengthening within her, then the
                  spurting throbbing of that hard core inside.  One last time the
                     fires inside her flared to extinguish her awareness of her
                    surroundings and self.  The weight on her belly and his warm
                  breath on her cheek gave her indication the movement was ended,
                     and slowly she wakened again to awareness of him, the now
                   softening, shrinking between the folds and the muscles below.
                  At last the roundness slipped from her, and he rose to kneel by
                                          her feet again.
                     He rose to his feet, and slowly dressed.  She watched as his
                   body was covered in cloth, and wondered if he would dress her
                    too.  When he was dressed, he sat by her side, stroking her
                     hair and caressing her cheek.  He lifted her to a sitting
                  position, and kissed her cheek and forehead. For the first time
                   she looked into his eyes, and saw a the reflection of herself,
                   sitting.  For a moment she thought she would stroke his cheek,
                              but his hand caught her arm as it rose.
                     She felt the cord loop over her fingers, and closed her hand
                   to allow the loop to pass.  It tightened around her wrist, and
                   tenderly he pulled that arm to her other. He tied both wrists
                    together, and idly she wondered how he would get her dressed
                                       while tied like this.
                        He drew her to her feet, and brought out a chain from a
                   pocket, looped it around her neck, and locked it with a small
                     padlock.  He led her to where her clothes were lying, and
                    picked them up and put them on the pad, which he rolled and
                                       tucked under his arm.
                      She followed as calmly and quietly as before, accepting the
                    leash as if it belonged.  Over the bridge and up the gentle
                  slope she followed, onto the path to the parking lot.  The park
                   was abandoned, so no one could see her being led by the chain
                  to a van parked alone.  He opened the door and helped her climb
                   in, and fastened the leash to the grab rail on the dash.  The
                    cold plastic on her warm behind felt new and strange, so odd
                              and different, as the evening had been.
                        He entered his side, and started the engine.  The road
                  rolled under them at a leisurely pace.  Away from the town, the
                   road was lonely and dark, lit only by headlights and the moon
                    above.  He drove to the side and stopped after a while, and
                   opened the glove box and pulled out a blindfold which he tied
                                           over her eyes.
                      For a while longer she felt the swaying and rolling as they
                   travelled the road once more.  The sound of the tires changed
                  as he drove over gravel, slowly and carefully he guided the van
                    up the drive.  He stopped the engine, and she heard him get
                   out, then her door opened and she heard the chain being taken
                  from the rail.  He helped her get out, and she felt grass under
                   her feet as he led her away. The grass gave way to the smooth
                   tile of a walk, and then she was stopped and heard him open a
                   door.  He led her inside, and closed the door again, then led
                    her down a hallway that echoed strangely.  She heard another
                  door open, was turned to go through, then stopped and seated at
                                the edge of what she took for a bed.
                       He looped the chain through the frame of the bed, and she
                      heard the lock snap in.  He untied her hands, then rose.
                   Expectantly she waited for what was to come, but all she heard
                     were his steps as he walked out and closed the door.  She
                     waited in vain; he did not return.  At last she lifted her
                      hands to her face, and took the blindfold from her eyes.
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