Prison of Tides

Chapter 5 - Rescue

Caspian's Point of View

     A week had passed, and the police still searched for Jasmine. I swam daily, assisting in the search of caves and barrier islands that dotted the coast. Today, I felt close to giving up hope when the phone rang.

     It was the chief. I got dressed and ran to the dock to go with the police.

     They believed they had located her.

 *

     We found the small rock structure with ease once the chief managed to find the GPS coordinates from Raymond's boat. It looked as though there was an opening at the top, and we hiked up, looking down. We heard cries and screams from inside, and my heart pounded, listening to a whip crack in the air as a voice commanded Jasmine to say she needed him.

     I became enraged as he whipped her when she declared she only wanted my children. I could only imagine how she felt at that moment, as she broke and said she would let him put his child in her. As I listened, the police were coordinating how to get in, and how to get her out. She would surely need medical attention. Chief Bennett made eye contact with me as he dropped the ladder down through the cave, careful not to alert Raymond to our presence.

     We descended. Then, I saw her.

     She was bruised. There was blood on the sheets. Her legs were in the air, a bar spreading them, her wrists tied to it. He was inside of her. A vibrator was in a hole that nothing should go in. The look on her face said everything - he had given her the drugs, he was making her body need him, no matter how much she hated it, how much it hurt her. Her face was bruised and tears trailed down her cheeks, despite her body arching and twisting underneath him.

     "Get the hell away from her!" I lunged at him, trying to pull him off. He threw me to the ground with his free hand and rammed into her even harder.

     "Make him stop," She whimpered and looked away from him, her voice so small as he groaned and slammed himself inside of her harder.

     I got up and grabbed him by the neck, ripping him out of her and slamming him into the ground. The police restrained him while I rushed to Jasmine's side. I pulled a sheet over her nude body and stroked her hair.

     "Jasmine, my love." I cried and kissed her forehead.

    "Please, Caspian. Please make it stop. Let me out, take them out. It hurts, but no matter how much I hate it, I can't stop - oh, oh, OH" She moaned quietly, her face red, her battered body moving under the blanket. I blushed as well, having never seen anyone, let alone her, in such a state before.

     "Of course." I immediately lifted the cover, just enough for me to see. "I'm going to make this stop, okay?" I whispered, not wanting the others to hear.

     She nodded, her face turning even redder. I saw more tears forming in her eyes. I untied one ankle, and then the other. Her legs and hands fell, the pole that had held them together falling with her wrists onto her exposed breasts. She winced. I noticed a scar under the pole which had not been there before. I went to move it, to see what he had done to her.

     "Caspian, please, take them out of me." My curiosity would have to wait. Her needs were far more important. I ducked beneath the sheets, and her body seemed to react to my presence so close to her naked form.

     Seeing her for the first time shouldn’t have been like this. I hated how hurt she was. Bruises, red raised skin from the whip. I saw a vibrator inside of her urethra and grabbed it, trying to pull it out as gently as I could. She stifled a moan, and I knew she had no control over her reactions. I breathed heavily, unable to ignore her scent as I watched her wetness grow. The sounding rod finally came loose from her and she breathed a sigh of relief. I watched as she quivered.

     "Jasmine, I have to take the other piece out now. I need for you to roll over so that I can." I placed a hand on her thigh, and she did as I requested.

     I found it hard to control myself. While my mind was beyond angry at the black and blue bruises, at her bleeding back that lay before me, my less evolved head had other ideas. It began to rouse as she squirmed at the smallest touch. I heard her panting, trying to avoid involuntary orgasm again. My hands traced her thighs up to her buttocks, and I squeezed her cheeks slightly as I spread them. I focused on her injuries to calm myself. Her reaction to my touch made it difficult, as she involuntarily pressed harder against my hands, as though begging me to touch her in deeper ways. I watched as her core pulsed, as it quivered, as she shook at my touch.

     Focus, Caspian.

     Now that her cheeks were open before me, I held them with one hand and began to twist the butt plug to slide it out. Slowly, so slowly, I tugged on it, careful not to harm her any more than she already had been. As it popped out, she sighed with relief and her body began to relax. I made my way back up to her, pausing as I came face to face with the blood where she had been whipped. I kissed the spot delicately, stroking her hair as I did.

     "I'm so sorry this happened, Jasmine. Sorry that I couldn't protect you." I helped her sit up, making sure to keep her covered. I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it over each of her arms, buttoning it for her before dropping the sheet. Her head pressed against my chest and her shoulders shook as she cried.

     "Caspian, I thought I'd never see you again. The things he did to me, I only wanted to do with you. How can you possibly still want to be with me after seeing that, after watching him take me?"

     I kissed her head, rubbed her shoulders as I spoke. "You did not want this. The police found out he's been drugging you, to make you more... aroused. I know he forced you to be with him. You had no choice, my love. None of this is your fault. You are your own person, no one owns you or can "take" you, unless you give yourself to them readily. And as long as you are willing, you are mine."

     She nodded.

    I took her ring out of my pocket and slipped it back on her finger. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing tight. I couldn't let her go, so we sat together as the paramedics came, held her hand as they transported her out of the cave.

     “Wait,” She whispered as we passed Bennett. “There’s another girl here. Cherry. She needs to come to the hospital with us. He keeps her chained up in the back.”

     After getting Jasmine on the medical boat, the paramedics rushed to grab Cherry, a tall redhead who was practically skin and bones. She was asleep, and the paramedics said she had been drugged. We never had any clue he had taken anyone else. She was covered in a blanket, no one there to give her their shirt.

     I rode by Jasmine’s side as we made our way to the hospital. She was so pale. So much thinner. I saw the cuts peeking out from under the collar of my shirt. I pulled it down, as delicately as I could. The bastard had cut his name into her breast, over her heart.

     "My love, do you hurt?"

     She blinked up at me and nodded slowly, her body shaking.

     "Where do you hurt?"

    "Everywhere," She whispered. I kissed the bruises on her face. I felt the scab on her forehead. I could only imagine the pain she was feeling between her legs - to have so many things shoved inside of her.

     My thoughts slid to her reactions to my tender touches beneath the covers earlier. How I had craved to see her, but never like this. But still, she was more beautiful than I could have imagined. Her scent was almost irresistible. I wanted so badly to be the one who had tasted her, to have felt her, to be the one who made her body slick and ready with desire. I resolved to show her what an orgasm should be like, without the drugs. Without the pain.

     Yes, as soon as she was ready, I would have her for my own. She was mine, and I was hers. Only after I replaced the claim Raymond had laid on her could I feel complete once more.