HOSTAGE

Chapter 3| Hostage

Gregory Vaughn. Bliss was to refer to him as Sir Vaughn, Master Vaughn, or Daddy Vaughn and nothing but or else consequences would be faced. Vaughn had a particular taste and unfortunately for Bliss she fit his preferred criteria perfectly. Brown skin with natural black curly hair, brown eyes with long eye lashes, thin figure with double D's for breast. And another specific preference that Bliss had that caught Vaughn's attention a condition that caused Bliss to lose pigmentation of her brown complexion which is called

Vitiligo. Vitiligo is a disease that causes the loss of the skin color that may affect any part of the body and for Bliss it primarily affected the natural color of her legs. This had Vaughn intrigued.

Vaughn had an unusual fascination exclusively with black woman who carried this skin disease. Women like Bliss who had specific medical conditions went for a lot of money seeing as how they weren't sold too often. SVIP Auction didn't frequently sell woman who had this particular condition but when they did, men like Vaughn would be willing to provide quite a few figures in exchange for someone who had Bliss's characteristics. Vaughn just had to get his hands on Bliss as he saw her being presented at the auction. He won Bliss in the SVIP monthly auction about 3 months ago and he's been using his free time to be with Bliss in any way he could. 

Vaughn remained impotent so he didn't really get too far with Bliss or any of his other girls for that matter, but he did other things like he'd caress or coerce her to do unsavory things; he'd have her wear skimpy outfits around the mansion or commit s****l acts (with his other girls}, she feared him so she mostly did what he requested.

Vaughn had nine other girls making Bliss the tenth girl he bought from SVIP and/or other auction services, they all had Bliss's skin condition all in different areas of their bodies unwillingly contributing towards Vaughn's distinct obsession. All the girls along with Bliss were beautiful in their own way, different patterns on different parts of their bodies, they're works of art—probably why Vaughn admired them so much. Their bodies are truly sights to behold. The difference in their own individual pigmentation made them special in their own way. They are canvasses of art, in this way they are beautiful.

Today, Vaughn took an interest in Bliss specifically as she was his latest purchase. He had plans for her after his meeting. Bliss sat on the floor of the outside patio in Vaughn's mansion. Vaughn was to meet with someone Bliss knew nothing about. All that is was a man, he came shortly after her and Vaughn got

settled on the patio.

He had pitch black hair, and a gently stubbed jawline. The man is 6 feet, carried a lean figure, and to call him attractive was to say the least, he was gorgeous. At Bliss seems to think so. He caught Bliss's eye; took notice of him and couldn't look away. Who could blame her, he is everything in looks Vaughn isn't. She hadn't been sexually satisfied in a while so when she saw him she became aroused in a way she forgot was possible. He took quick glances at her but overall it didn't seem like he had much interest in

Bliss, at least that's what it seemed like.

Bliss didn't listen in on the conversation too much as she mostly zoned out

until she became the topic of discussion.

"How much did she go for?" The man asked.

"The starting price was about 50,000." Vaughn responded.

"What was the damage?"

"About a million."

"Really?" He looks down at Bliss, who sat on the floor.

Vaughn nods his head as he took a sip of his drink.

"What's your name love?" He asks.

Bliss got lost in his features and didn't hear a word that came out of his mouth,

but she realizes a question was being directed to her and so she looks to

Vaughn unsure on how to respond.

"Tell him your name." Vaughn says.

"Bliss." She says shyly.

"Bliss, like the chocolate?"

"Exactly like the chocolate." Vaughn said with admiration, his attraction to

Bliss was clear. He licks his lips look down to his side at Bliss.

Bliss looks down at her lap, she felt unsettled and could you blame her she

was being objectified right before her and there wasn't anything she could

about it. Although, she wouldn't mind being objectified by the man that sat

across from Vaughn.

"Well she's beautiful Vaughn."

"You should take a better look at her—stand up." Vaughn says.

Bliss hesitantly rises to her feet. She wore a baby blue lingerie picked out by Vaughn. The two piece laced brassiere barely covered her body, and so the man f****d her with his eyes. She saw the arousal in them and shift in his posture. She mentally smiled at how she affected him; she was flattered that she affected him at all. He was visibly enticed by her. And as for Bliss she was definitely attracted to him, she feels something between her legs that she hasn't felt since she's been unbounded. Her eyes were lustfully set on the man as she stares shamelessly, Vaughn is oblivious to their abstract chemistry towards each other, he offers his lap to Bliss, who was she to deny him, and so there she sits across

Vaughn lap. She gaze at the man in front of her. "How much?" The man asks staring back at her, they made eye contact.

"How much for what?"

"The girl."

"She isn't for sale."

"I'll pay double the amount you paid."

Bliss was intrigued. She was delighted by his offer. She looked back at

Vaughn hoping he'd accept the man's offer. He didn't.

"Love, why don't you let us speak privately for minute?"

"Okay." She said, she didn't look out for Vaughn's approval as if somehow the

man who sat across from Vaughn already owned her. She walks away feeling

like his property and she didn't mind it, the idea that he might own her

charmed her s****l organs.

She walks inside. One of Vaughn's guard detail noticed Bliss and leads her to her own private room. She follows him silently. Once she got to her room she laid on her bed and thought about the man and how he wanted to buy her. She thinks about how she got herself into the mess of being sold as a sex

slave.

Sex slave.

She'll never get use to the idea that is exactly what she had become. She let the thought of the man that sat across from Vaughn fill her mind. She thought about the things he'd be able to do to her if he'd actually own her. The way he'd satisfy her. Bliss decided she liked the thought of being owned as long as she was to be owned by him.

She needed something long, thick, and narrow to fill her. She looks up to the ceiling as she imagines how he could sexually please her, her body responds to the thoughts that consumed her. She imagines how his body would look over hers and n*****s grow hard. She reached in-between the peak of her thighs and feels her moisture cream against them, closing them together she creates slow friction to please herself.

Her soft moans fills the room as she uses the tip of her forefinger to create the contact that she needed. Bliss closes her eyes and moves her hips to the rhythm of her finger. His red lips, clouded her mind; she imagined them on her all over her and just as she imagined him there he was. His fierce red lips all over

hers.

He pushes her thighs apart and replaces her hand with his. He moves to her neck and kisses her gently as he leisurely rips through the laced material. He slides his two fingers between her folds and slowly slides in. He curls his fingers inside her and in result she arches her back and wraps her arms around the man's neck.

As he move his fingers to a pace, he presses his thumb against her rosebud

and applies pressure.

"Aghh, just like that!" Bliss groans.

"Just like that?" His husky voice ring her ears.

"Yes, please. FUCK." She breathes. He is just what her body needs but craved more and so she begs for more and that he gave. He pushes his face to her breast and gave them attention the through sky blue lace. Her hands moved through his jet black hair. "Where have you been? Where have you been?!" She whines holding his face impossibly closer to hers, wrapping her legs around his waist. Bliss licks his cold deep red lips. He’s smooth, unlike Vaughn' prickly and uninviting nature.

"I had been waiting for you, my love.” Caiden stares hard at Bliss and as he does so his daunting eyes burns bright orange, like the sun. How unnatural . . . beautiful but unnatural. What are you? Bliss thought.

He kisses her lip and kisses Bliss's chest, arrays her twice pigmented skin with his tongue and the edge of his even teeth; feeling polished against Bliss's skin. The man moves over to her hipbone, raises Bliss's legs over his shoulders. And there he goes and kisses her s*x so nicely. Gently. His tongue thicken between her folds, toes curl and eyes roll. "Damn. . ." She whines, this, for Bliss felt so good compared to the ones she entertained during her stay here.

  Bliss's soft spot cries. Bliss and her lady-like were yearning for more of the man's touch. Then there she fell to her deeper essence; her lady feeling satisfaction. He towers Bliss and she has view of his perfect body; the perfect view as he unbuckles his belt and undo his button. He pulls off his office jacket and

places it beside themselves and as he unbuttoned his shirt; Bliss impatient--comes from under him and unto her knees. She pulls his c**k from his pants.

She licks his angry red tip.

He grabs her throat and leans over to push her tough on the bed. He moves over her body, forwarding his d**k right under her chin. Bliss spreads her lips as she spreads her thighs. She licks her light soft light pink lips and she begs through for just a taste.

"Please, Master." 

"No. . ." He groans.

"Yes, please."

He pushes the tip of his stiff d**k right at the peak of her plumb lips. She rises her hands to his abs, over his pubic hair, down to his scrotum. Her touch reaches to the shaft of his length and pulls her chin forward, then she puts s p***s into her mouth. The man is on his knees before her as she remains below. He he pushes his pelvis more into her mouth.

"Sweet lips. . ." and other sweet things he said. His voice so smooth and husky, and oh, his eyes glowed as he orgasmed his release into Bliss's mouth and she happily lapped up. This other strange blue fire spread through out his irises; time slowed and she felt him. He leans his chest over hers and grazes her sweet lips with his teeth; they were engraved to a point leading Bliss to bleed.

She pulls away cursing. He goes back to suck on her bloody wound and moans as if in delight. He suck on blood through her bottom lip and Bliss through cries desperatly tries to pull away, but she could not. He held her arms above them and as he did that he used his other hand himself inside of her, and there her body fell to a type euphoria she had not felt before. The man lets go of Bliss's arms and place them at his sides, down to him entering her. She felt her juice spread all over his d**k, there she felt just how wet he had made her and her body shook. 

"Ah. . .fuck me!" Bliss shouts.

He kisses at her neck and whispers, "Don't, beautiful girls like you shouldn't say such words." He shoves deeper inside. 

"No," Bliss purrs.

"Yes." She squeals, this man over her body f*****g her, holding her, loving her. He fills a hole in her serenity and that made her shout.

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"Who are you?" Bliss asks her body spread over his; exhausted. He doesn't answer he simply breathes, he had broke no sweat and his body remained blue-- unusually cold. She feels her sweat under her cheek, against his cold chest. "Please tell me. I need to know who you are. She lifts her body over his, straddling him. She wraps his grip around his neck, leans over and kisses his wet pink lips. Her p***y lips spread over his sexy abs down to his waist. She licks the side of his face as she warmed up to put him back inside.

Swiftly he is over her body and growls, "No! I said no." He pulls off away from Bliss, before she knew it he was across the room.

How unnormal? How unnatural? What are you?!

She sits up straight, "I'm sorry. If I did something wrong, I didn't mean to." She whimpers, pulling something, anything to cover her body. 

Is it now she is feeling exposed? After all that careless f*****g, shameless love-making. Bliss had not had some good loving like that since. . .her first.

Matthew Keith. Last time Bliss saw him he had a new girl friend and off to the most primary University in the state. He was a basketball player, an exceptionally good one. Bliss and Matthew met 6 grade year and they were simple friends who just walked back and to school together every day. Occasionally they'd flirt but Bliss never really imagined being with him as intimately as they had. The level of intimacy in the physical aspect in their relationship exceeded what they imagined at first sight. Bliss never loved another guy the way she loved him. Instead, after Matthew, she entered the "experiment phase" of her adolescent years. 

Although, they're physical encounter with each other had been their absolute first. Their s*x with each other had been surprisingly wickedly pleasing. Their love was young and unmatched, once it was tested to the max their relationship failed to prosper in the degree of betrayal. But it's okay because neither of them hated each other.

"No," He said once again, "Just put something on." He says dismissively. She gets off the bed holding a sheet close to her body and walks over to her own private closet. He follows after her, "I'm sorry. We should not have done that. I'm usually not like this."

Feeling so confused, timidly said, "Okay."

"It won't happen again."

She finds a slender blue dress and puts it on, "Who are you?"

"No one you want to know."

"But I do."

He lowers his head and his hand to hers. Bared feet he walks her out of the room, out into the hallway, onto a town car. The chauffeur, an old white humbled man. She sits beside the man she so recently slept with his black and blue c*m still remained inside of her. She was his, he had every illegal right to hold his seed inside of her; she said nothing of it.

Bliss crosses her arms over her chest and look down at her smooth legs, then right next to her new master's crotch.

"Are you cold?"

"Ohm. . .maybe a little," soon as she says that he pulls off his coat a places it over her shoulders.

She looks over her right shoulder and watches him. His shirt remains unbutton and unshaven, she gazes at his lips. 

She goes, "So you own me now?"

"I wouldn't say own. You are not owned, you are liberated."

Liberated?

"And who are you to liberate me?"

"Just some one looking out. Nothing more."

Nothing more? Bliss felt turned down, like the s*x wasn't as good for him as it was for her. "And what of Master Vaughn?" Bliss asks.

"No. No Master Vaughn, that man is a pig. I don't want you to refer to him as anything that hold seniority. I don't want you to mention him at all. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir." Bliss said. She held his coat closer to her body. The soft material of the interior was comforting and the smell of his cologne lingered on.