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The Abduction
by DW
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I had just got home from work, about 10:00 p.m. on Friday night,
and was looking forward to a long, hot bath and getting to bed. I
parked my car in the carport and as I turned away, I felt myself
grabbed from behind, and held by a strong arm, a hand across my mouth.
A low male voice told me not to scream and not to fight, or I'd get
hurt. However, the man told me that if I cooperated fully, no serious
harm would come to me and he would let me go when he was finished. He
asked if I understood and I nodded. Slowly he lowered his hand from
my mouth and told me not to turn around and not to say anything. He
told me to take off my glasses and hand them to him, which I did. He
took my purse from me and put my glasses in it. He put a blindfold
around my eyes and told me to kneel there in the carport. I did so. I
heard a car being opened and then closed. Then, he was back and
helped me to stand. He led me a few feet, and I heard the sound of a
car door opening again. He helped me inside a van and told me to sit.
He got in, closing the door after himself. He reminded me not to
fight or resist in any way, and then he started opening my blouse. I
was shivering from cold, fear, anticipation. He pushed the blouse
down off my shoulders and slid it down my arms, until it was
completely off. He told me to kneel, and as I did so, he unfastened
my skirt and slid it down my hips, to my knees. He started peeling my
pantyhose down over my hips, and then told me to lie down on my back.
After I did that, he finished removing my skirt and pantyhose, leaving
me lying there on my back, cold and frightened. I was thinking that I
should just keep quiet and let him have sex with me, and then he'd let
me go. I felt the van rocking a bit as he moved around in it. I
gasped as he took my right ankle, and slid a loop of rope around it.
He pulled my leg over to the side, and secured the rope to something,
and repeated it with my left ankle. He kept talking in his low voice,
reminding me that I had agreed to be cooperative and he had agreed not
to hurt me - much. My wrists he bound together and ran a rope up
between them, pulling me out straight. Then he put a cloth in my
mouth. He told me he couldn't take any chances on my making noises. I
felt him leave the van, and heard a distant car door slam. Soon I
felt the weight of someone as they got in the driver's side of the van
and the motor started.
I don't know how long the drive lasted. It seemed like hours,
but it might only have been a few minutes. I may never know where I
was taken. He played a radio low, but didn't talk to me again during
the drive.
When the van stopped, so did my heart. I felt that now he was
going to rape me. I heard him come around to the back of the van and
open it. For a long time, I felt him staring at me. Then I heard a
small "pop" and around the edges of my blindfold I saw a flash of
light. He was taking pictures of me spread open, tied and helpless in
his van. Then I felt his hands at my ankle, and the rope was
loosened. He released my other ankle, and gently rubbed each one,
restoring the circulation which had been slightly impeded. Although
he released my wrists from being bound over my head, he kept them tied
together as he sat me up and helped me slide out of the van. I was
outside the van, nude and blindfolded, with my wrists tied in front of
me and a gag in my mouth. I felt cold cement under my bare feet, but
I couldn't tell if I was in a garage, or a carport, or out on a public
street. I listened carefully to see if I could hear any sounds at all
which might help me identify the place later. By now, he was leading
me slowly. He kept walking, guiding me until we came to three cold
cement steps, which we climbed, and through a door I heard him unlock
and open.
I now felt a carpeted floor under my feet, and a warmer
temperature, so I knew we were in a house or building of some kind.
From somewhere I could hear the faint sound of a clock ticking, and I
wondered how long I'd been his prisoner. Still he guided me further,
and I heard another door softly open. Now he told me there were some
steps, and as he went before me, helping me down the steps, I lost
even the sound of the clock ticking away in the distance. After 11
steps, we were again on a flat surface and he guided me only a few
feet further.
He pulled my bound wrists upward, and attached them to a rope
which was already hanging down from the ceiling. Warning me not to
make a sound, he pulled the cloth from my mouth, allowing me to
breathe deeply and to wet my lips with my tongue. He ran his hands
down my body, cupping my breasts and tweaking the nipples. Down over
my belly, to my thighs, and between my thighs. His hands probed,
explored, examined every inch of my body. Again, I heard the pop and
knew he was photographing me from every angle. After a while, he
stopped touching me and photographing me, and I think he just stood
there and stared at me for a while. Then he told me that he had some
things to take care of, and he'd be back later. He told me not to go
away. Chuckling, he left the room and I heard a door close behind
him.
I didn't know if he was still in the room or if he had really
gone. I didn't know if there was a window or some way he could keep
me in sight. So I just stood there, with my arms over my head, trying
not to cry or struggle. After a long while in total silence, I knew I
couldn't take it much longer. I didn't care what the penalty might
be, I tried to free myself. By this time, I felt pretty sure he
wasn't in the room. I had tried holding my breath, to see if I could
hear any other breathing in the room. So I tried to work my wrists
free. It almost seemed as though the rope was stretching a bit. My
wrists, and my entire body, began to sweat with the exertion of this
attempt. I was able to use my arms to push my blindfold down, so I
could see my surroundings. I was standing on my toes, trying to reach
the knots with my teeth, trying to pull my wrists through the ropes,
anything I could think of to free myself. Nothing worked. Exhausted,
panting, I gave up and stood there wearily, wondering what was going
to happen to me next.
Looking around, I could see that I was in a fairly large room, no
windows, only one door. The walls and floor were covered with soft
beige/gold carpeting. There was a fireplace and in front of it a
large comfortable looking chair. So far, so good. Then I looked
behind me. In one corner of the room was what looked like a jail
cell, or a cage. It was about four or five feet square, and about six
feet high. Black iron bars. On the wall near it I saw an assortment
of whips, belts, leather straps which I later learned were collars and
cuffs of all sizes and types, blindfolds, handcuffs, and many more
items. I'd already figured out this guy wasn't just going to rape me
and let me go. But now I was really terrified.
Again, I began to struggle, to try to free myself. My wrists
were beginning to be scraped and bruised from trying to get loose. I
wasn't concerned about my wrists. I was frightened that if I didn't
get away, this guy might really hurt me or even kill me. After
totally exhausting myself, I finally gave up and just stood there,
waiting for whatever was going to happen to happen.
Odd though it sounds, I may have actually dosed off for a few
minutes, when I felt a slight draft and heard the soft sound of a door
closing. Startled, I looked up, right into the face of my captor.
Since I didn't have my glasses on, I couldn't see very well. I could
see he was tall, with dark hair and a mustache. And he was grinning!
Alarmed, I realized that he would know that I had defied his warning
not to struggle, since obviously, my wrists were red and raw, and my
blindfold had been pushed down around my neck. He approached, and
with arms crossed across his chest, he looked me up and down in an
appraising way.
He told me that he had been watching me for the past three hours
on a remote video display, and that my struggles had been recorded for
posterity on a video tape. He said that everyone has to have a chance
to try to escape and realize it is futile. Once it is "out of your
system" he said, a captive becomes much more eager to please and more
resigned to the situation.
Now he told me he had a few rules that we were going to discuss.
He said he had done this many, many times before, and that I was not
going to get away. He promised that if I was obedient and pleasing to
him, he would release me after 48 hours. If, however, I was
disobedient or failed to please him in any way, my captivity would
continue indefinitely.
The first rule was that I was not speak unless asked a question
or told to speak, and that I was not to ask him anything about himself
- his name, occupation, age, NOTHING.
The second rule was that I had to know that for the next 48
hours, everything I said and did would be recorded and video taped.
I would have to be cooperative and eager to please in every way.
I would be expected to answer any questions fully and without
hesitation, and I would be required to actively participate in the
activities in which I would be involved for the next two days. He told
me that now he was going to untie my hands, and I would be given a
chance to shower and make myself presentable. After he freed my
hands, I rubbed them and he walked over to a door I hadn't previously
noticed, and opened it. Inside was a full bathroom, with a shower and
a sunken tub, a toilet, a washbasin, etc. He pointed out a new
toothbrush, still in its package, and toothpaste, my favorite brand. I
wondered if it was a coincidence, or if he somehow knew what I liked.
On the dressing table was a hairbrush, cosmetics, even my favorite
cologne. By now I was beginning to suspect that this man knew more
about me than I could have imagined. He told me to shower, and get
totally cleaned up for him, inside and out. He pointed out a razor
and told me to shave completely for him - underarms, legs, and pubic
areas. He told me he expected me to douche, as well, and I saw the
disposable douche sitting by the tub. I waited for him to leave the
bathroom so that I could do these things, but he told me to commence
immediately - that he was going to watch. Still, I stood there,
hesitant. He asked what I was waiting for. I asked him if he could
leave for just a minute, so I could use the toilet. He reminded me
that for the next 48 hours, I was going to be on display totally, and
told me to use it with him there. I couldn't do that. He told me to
SIT!, so I sat on the toilet. I just couldn't pee with him watching.
He told me to either do it or be aware that 48 hours could become
indefinite. I sat there embarrassed and miserable, and finally, after
a long time, it began to trickle out, then become a deafening steady
stream. Finished, I wiped myself dry and stood up, flushing the
toilet.
Now I stepped into the shower and began to wash, first shampooing
my hair, and then soaping my body. I shaved carefully under my arms
and my legs, and then, feeling his eyes on me, I began to cautiously
shave between my legs. Lathering, shaving, rinsing, and repeating this
until the area between my legs was as smooth and bare as a baby's
cheek. Finally, reaching for the douche, I placed the nozzle deep
inside me and began the process of cleansing my body's inner
secretions. After that, while still in the shower, I brushed my teeth
and turned the shower off. He was standing there, leaning against a
wall, watching me. As I wrapped a towel around my head and stepped
out of the shower, drying my body, I began to feel almost relaxed. I
began to realize that I had no life other than this, for the next few
hours. I had no responsibilities but to obey my captor. I had no
decisions or worries except how to please this man who owned me for
this period of time. I knew I could hide nothing from this man,
either physical or mental, and I knew I would have no privacy, no
barriers, no walls between us. What a strange feeling it is to know
that someone else has complete control over you, and responsibility
for you. Almost, I felt more free than at any other time in my life.
I was free to just feel, and experience, without having to make
decisions or observe rules of propriety and social behavior.
He continued to watch as I brushed my hair and briefly used a
blow dryer and curling iron (how thoughtfully he had provided these
items) on it. Sparingly, I applied cosmetics, and at his instruction,
put them on a bit more heavily than I would have ordinarily. I
applied blusher and eye shadow and lipstick more vividly than usual,
and I noticed in the mirror that I seemed to be sparkling. How
strange. I don't usually wear much make up at all, and I never
realized how attractive I could be with it on. Smiling, he handed me a
large pair of silver hoop earrings and I placed them in my ears. I
sprayed a little cologne on my wrists, and dabbed it behind my ears
and my knees. Finished, I turned from the mirror and faced him, my
eyes lowered, waiting his approval. "You're beautiful" he whispered,
and lifting my chin with his hand, he kissed me and put his arms
around me. I felt drawn into him like a breath, and knew that
whatever he wanted, I would do, not because I was scared, but because
I felt he knew me inside and out, and that I belonged to him.
We went out into the larger room, and he led me over to the chair
by the fireplace. With his hands pressing my shoulders, I sank to the
floor by the chair, sitting with my legs tucked under me, resting on
my hands, while he lit the fireplace. He came over and sat down on
the chair, and took both my hands in his. Gently he began to rub
lotion into my tender, swollen wrists. He told me that I would not
always like the things he did to me, or the things he required me to
do. He said that was not important. He told me that I didn't have to
like it - but I had to do it. No arguments, no hesitation, no
resistance. Just obedience and service was all that was expected of
me. He put a wide leather collar around my throat, and placed similar
leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and told me that wearing these
was an outward show of my wish to obey and please him.
Warm, in front of the fire, my eyes grew heavy and I began to be
afraid that I was going to fall asleep. He noticed this and led me
over to the cell in the corner. Telling me to get down on my knees,
he pointed into the cell and told me to enter and lie down. I crawled
into it on my hands and knees. It wasn't big enough for me to fully
lie down, so I had to sort of curl a little. He tossed a soft blanket
into the cell and told me to sleep a while, and he closed the door
with a clang and went back to his chair by the fireplace. Sleepily I
watched him for a moment, before I fell into a dreamless, exhausted
sleep.
I was awakened some time later by the squeaking of the cell door
as it opened. He told me to get on my hands and knees and crawl out.
Once out, he told me to crawl to the bathroom and make myself
presentable. I crawled over to the bathroom, but this time he didn't
follow me in. I used the toilet and washed up, cleaning last night's
slightly smeared make up from my face. I wondered why he hadn't made
any sexual use of me at all, perhaps he was homosexual, or maybe I
didn't turn him on. The thought that I might not be attractive to him
caused a strange sort of pain to me. I wanted him to want me. I know
it sounds bizarre, but I wanted him to find me attractive and sexually
stimulating. I wanted to feel his hands and his lips on me, and to
feel him inside me. Brushing my teeth and hair, I hurried back out to
join him in front of the fire place. Now there was a small table set
out, with a coffee pot, blueberry muffins, and little sausages on it.
Without him telling me to, I knelt by his chair and placed my head
against his knee. I noticed a dish, like a pet's drinking bowl, in
front of the fireplace, near his feet. It seemed to be filled with
coffee. He noticed my look and told me to have a drink. Shy,
embarrassed, but curious, I knelt and holding my hair, I cautiously
sipped. It was hot coffee, creamy and sweet, just the way I like it!
Astonished, I turned to face him and he was holding out a piece of
blueberry muffin. As I started to reach for it, he told me to open my
mouth. He fed me bit by bit, blueberry muffins and little pieces of
sausage, allowing me to sip my coffee from the dish, until I had eaten
a filling breakfast. He was talking to me, telling me I was like a
pet, and that he was going to train me to be a good little pet.
He told me to stand in front of him, with my legs apart, and my
hands behind my head. He leaned forward and taking my breast in his
mouth, he sucked and licked until my nipple was standing out hard and
throbbing. Turning to the other breast, he repeated the process,
until I felt I could not stand still another instant. He placed of his
hands behind me, in my lower back, and slid the other between my legs,
as he was sucking on my breasts. His fingers, first one, then two,
then three, slid into me. I felt my wetness and knew I was stretching
open to meet his entire hand as it slipped inside me. He stood up,
keeping his hand inside me, and as he looked down at me, quivering and
arching toward him, he asked me what I wanted. "Please make love to
me," I begged, rubbing against his hand. He told me that wasn't the
way to ask. He said "making love" was not what I wanted, and asked me
again what I really wanted. "I want to be fucked" I breathed. "Please
fuck me." Chuckling, he withdrew his hand and smeared my juices across
my breasts before holding his fingers in front of my mouth. "Lick
them clean" he commanded.
"So, you want me to fuck you," he said. "How much do you want
it?" "Very much", I whispered; "I'll do anything." He reminded me that
I had already promised to do anything for him, anyway, and that he
would fuck me when he was in the mood. In the meantime, he said, I
should show him how much I wanted to please him. Opening his robe, he
pulled out his hard, thick cock, and told me to kiss it. I knelt and
with my hands still behind my head, I leaned forward and kissed the
tip of his cock. There was a little drop of fluid on it, and I licked
it off with my tongue. He asked me if I wanted to suck it and I
nodded. He told I could use my hands to hold it, and that if I really
wanted to suck it, I should beg nicely. I begged him to please let me
suck his beautiful cock. He said he would, but that when he came, I
would have to drink every drop and swallow it. If even one drop
escaped my mouth, he would never touch me again. I promised to be
very careful and to catch all of his cum. He leaned back and told me
I could now suck and lick him. I began by kissing it up and down,
running my tongue down the base of his cock, across his balls, and
back up to the tip of his cock. Licking it, I took the tip into my
mouth and began to suck on it slowly and deeply, caressing his balls
with my hands. I was concentrating on pleasing him and making him
want me. Gradually, I noticed his breathing was getting a bit more
rapid, and he was moving his hips to increase the depth and speed of
his cock's penetration of my mouth. I increased my own attention to
his cock, and his hands went around my head, pushing my head up and
down. Now I was not sucking his cock - he was fucking my mouth! I
was helpless to do anything but hope that I could handle it all when
he climaxed. With almost no warning, I suddenly felt him explode in
my mouth. Swallowing rapidly, I tried not to taste it, or to think
about what was going down my throat. I just tried to keep up with his
thrusts and the fluids bursting into my mouth and throat. Finally, he
was finished. His hands relaxed from my head, and his cock began to
shrink and withdraw. I was still licking, sucking, trying to be sure
that not one drop escaped, as he leaned back and said, "You're a
pretty good cocksucker."
Leaning my head against his thigh and felt him stroke my hair. I
was still very turned on from his hands, earlier, and I now hoped he
would make me cum. Silently, I prayed for him to begin touching me,
but I couldn't ask for it because he had not given me permission to
speak. I rubbed my breasts against his leg, and arched my body
towards his hand, but he just kept absently rubbing my hair. I looked
up at him, and he looked down at me and smiled. Patting my cheek, he
said that he had some errands to run, and would have to leave me for a
while. Standing, he took my hand and helped me to stand. He led me
to the wall near the cell, where I had already noticed several objects
hanging. He took my leather bound wrist and pulled it up toward a
chain dangling from the wall. I noticed for the first time that there
was a small metal ring on the cuff, and I watched as he clipped that
wrist to the chain on the wall. Turning me around to face the wall,
he pulled my other wrist several feet over, and clipped that one to a
similar chain. I was facing the wall, my breasts pressed up against
the gold carpet fabric, as he pulled my feet apart and chained them,
also.
I turned my head and watch as he selected what appeared to be a
belt from the things hanging on the wall. He strapped it around my
waist, and then turned and selected a vibrator. He pushed this
vibrator up inside me, turned it on, then strapped a portion of the
belt between my legs, evidently to keep the vibrator inserted. I
began to squirm a bit from the tingling sensations the vibrator was
producing, and he patted me on my bottom, kissed the back of my neck
and said, "Good bye. I'll see you later". The vibrator felt so good
at first. Then, as I strained to rub my clit against the leather
between my legs, I couldn't quite climax. I try, but he had left me
helpless do do anything but accept these stimulations. After a while,
I got so frustrated that I almost start to cry. I kept thinking he'd
come back in any moment, and he'd take me down and make me cum. But
the time drags on and on, and still he didn't come back. Gradually,
the vibrations seemed to become more distant, almost as though I had
grown accustomed, or desensitized to them. Not quite numb, but not as
responsive to them as I was at first. I drift in and out of a stupor,
not quite asleep, but not fully awake. Time stands still, and I no
longer wait eagerly for him to return and sexually satisfy me. I now
just wait for him to return to use me any way he will.
I have lost track of all time and don't know whether it is day or
night. The softly lighted room doesn't give any clue as to time or
day. I could have been here for hours, or for days. I don't know
anymore. I have only his word for it that my 48 hours is not up yet.
Maybe he won't release me after 48 hours. Already, it seems as though
I have had no existence prior to this, and that I won't have any
existence after he is through with me. I don't know any reality but
this.
Suddenly, without warning, he is there, releasing my ankles and
my wrists from their bondage. Unable to stand, I slump against him
and feel him ease me down to the soft, carpeted floor. He removes the
belt from between my legs and around my waist, and takes the vibrator
out of me. Smiling, he brushes the hair back from my face and asks if
I've missed him. I nod, unable to speak as he caresses my face and
runs his hands over my body. I am trembling, and I realize that my
body is responding to his touch in a most shameless way. I want to
beg him to fuck me, but I can't speak. Without consciously deciding
to do so, I part my legs and open myself up to his gaze and his touch.
He gently touches my clit, which causes me to jump, I am so sensitive
by now. Laughing softly, he inserts a finger into me, asking "Is this
what you want?" Again, I nod, clenching my internal muscles tightly
around his finger, and rubbing against his hand. He begins to move
his fingers in and out of me rhythmically, building my desire higher
and higher, until I am gasping, writhing, ready to climax. Just as I
approach climax, he withdraws his hand. I whimper in protest, and
grab his hand, trying to place it back within me. He just shakes me
off and tells me to lie still. I have given my promise that I will be
obedient, so I lie still, aching and throbbing and wanting to be
satisfied. I promise myself that at the earliest opportunity, I will
satisfy myself. Who needs him?
He must have read my mind, or perhaps he interpreted the secret
look which may have been in my eyes. He asked if I wanted to climax.
I nodded, smiling hopefully. He told me that if I really wanted to
climax, I would have to be very obedient. First, he said, I would have
to get on my hands and knees and crawl to the center of the room.
Immediately I obeyed his instruction. Now, he said, lie on my back
with my legs spread, which I did. He told me to start touching
myself, beginning with my breasts, and continuing down to my things
and pussy. I stared at him, not believing what he was saying. He
wanted me to touch myself, in front of him, knowing that somewhere a
concealed camera was recording this.
In a stern voice, he commanded, "NOW!" and I shyly, hesitantly
started caressing my breasts, moving my hands slowly down my ribs,
across my stomach, down my thighs, my inner thighs, to that hidden,
moist part of me. As I hesitated, he commanded, "DO IT!", and I began
slow, circular rubbing motions on my clit, and ran my fingertips over
those soft, smooth lips. I began to be very very turned on, and soon
it didn't seem to matter that he was watching me. I grew more and
more heated, closer to climax, and he watched me more intently. Soon,
his watching me seemed to increase my excitement, and I felt myself
open up to him even more. I held the lips open with one hand, while
my fingers played over my clit and slid inside myself, pumping in and
out with increasing fervor. Closer and closer I came to climax, and
he knew it. Lying there, with my legs open and my back arched, I
played with myself for his entertainment. Gasping, I came, and after
a few minutes, or an eternity, I lay quietly, exhausted and released
in a way I had never known before.
He came over and knelt on the carpet in front of me, parting my
legs, and bending over, he began to lick and tongue my sensitive clit.
Gently, he stimulated and thrilled me with his knowledgeable tongue,
rearousing my desire and bringing me again to the brink of climax.
With one swift, smooth motion, he lifted himself onto me, and slid his
cock deep inside me, stretching me and filling me up. Slowly,
steadily, he began to slide in and out of me with that hard, pulsating
cock, and my body began to pump in rhythm with him. I wrapped my legs
around his waist, and using my hands to cling to his shoulders, I
raised my hips off the floor in order to take every inch of him deep
inside me. I looked up, into his amused eyes, as he took my breath
away with his skilled movements. Faster and faster we began to move,
as he slid even deeper into me. We were both sweating and panting, as
he increased the rhythm even more. Suddenly, he grew harder, bigger
in me. With a sudden tensing of his back I felt an explosion of hot,
fiery liquid fill me. As he kept pumping away, I began to cum.
Crying, my inner barriers totally destroyed, I screamed, "I love you"
to this stranger who was holding me captive. We lay there on the
floor for a few moments longer, with him still inside me, and holding
me, while my breathing calmed and my body relaxed. I looked up and
whispered into his chest, "I love you". He looked down and sort of
smiled. "You'll be punished for speaking without permission," he
said. Although he spoke softly, he had a look on his face that told
me he meant it. I shuddered as I wondered what he could have in mind
for my punishment.
After a short time, he crawled up and putting his wet, sticky
cock into my mouth, told me to lick it clean. I don't like the taste
or the smell of cum, yet I did as he wished. I no longer feared that
the captivity would last forever - I worried that I might displease
him and he would set me free! I had already displeased him by
speaking without permission.
Standing up, he bent and helped me to my feet. Leading me over
to the cell, he pushed me against it and using handcuffs, cuffed my
hands to different bars, stretching me across the cell. He went to
his wall of devices, and took down a sort of whip, with several
strands of leather which all braided into a handle. He brought the
whip over and gently, softly brushed it against my face, down across
my breasts, around on my back, down to my bottom. As the whip
caressed me gently, he spoke to me, telling me that since this was my
first disobedience, the punishment would be slight. He told me to
close my eyes and keep them closed until he gave me permission to open
them. Frightened, I did as he commanded. I felt him withdraw from
me, and I stood there, with my arms extended, shivering from both fear
and cold. He told me to open my legs. He said that no matter what, I
had to keep them open, and that if I closed them, I was immediately to
resume the position with them open. I spread my legs wider, and felt
the tension in my arms increase as they were pulled even farther
because of this shift in my position. Without warning, I felt the
whip strike my lower back and bottom. Several distinct, separate
stings indicated that many of the strands had hit in different areas
at once. I squirmed and cried out, closing my legs and pressing
against the cold bars of the cell as I tried to overcome the pain.
His hand pulling my head back by the hair was accompanied by his
voice, harshly commanding me to resume my position. Shuddering, I
once again stood straight, with my legs spread. Another slash of the
whip, this time across my bottom so that the tips of the strands
wrapped around my body to sting my abdomen. Again, I writhed against
the bars and again was commanded to stand up.
Again and again his whip struck my body, sometimes hitting new
flesh, sometimes hitting welts which were already raising across my
body. He whipped my upper back, and the strands wound around me to my
breasts. He seemed to favor my inner thighs and often aimed it up
between my legs. Even though I knew pain and felt the harshness of
the whip, I sensed that he was not striking me as hard as he might
have. I felt that he was not using full strength, and I was thankful.
He measured out the strokes, sometimes slowly, with several long
minutes between each stroke, sometimes two or three or more one right
after the other, without giving me a chance to catch my breath.
I was crying, sobbing, with pain and humiliation, as well as with
the knowledge that I meant nothing to him. How could he whip me if he
loved me as I had thought I loved him? And, since I had told him that
I loved him, and since he had been so gentle with me, didn't that mean
he must love me, too?
When he had finished whipping me, he threw the whip to the ground
and left the room without another word to me. Sobbing, I leaned
against the cell bars and wept until I could cry no more. Standing
there, helpless, covered with welts and having cried myself to the
point of total exhaustion, I began to feel something deeper than love.
I began to feel devotion to this man who had been so cruel to me. I
began to perceive his actions not as cruelty, but as justice. I had
disappointed him and had disobeyed him. It was only right and
reasonable that I be punished. He provided shelter and warmth, food
and love to me, and all he required was my obedience. I was lucky to
have received only a whipping. What if he had decided to abandon me
because of my failure to obey him?
He left me there a long time, and during that time I vowed to
become more obedient, more pleasing. I promised myself that I would
place his pleasure above all else, and that I would expect nothing
from him - not love, or sexual pleasure or physical comfort. Anything
he wanted to do to me, I would accept willingly and gladly, in the
knowledge that I was pleasing him by my subjugation. When he finally
returned and released me from my cuffs, I fell to my knees and kissed
his feet, silently telling him with my movements and behavior that I
was his to do with as he pleased. After a few moments of my kissing
and licking his feet, he told me to go take a shower and put on my
makeup. He stood me up and removed my collar and cuffs, pointed me in
the direction of the bathroom, and sent me on my way.
I quickly took a shower and brushed my hair and teeth. I applied
makeup as rapidly as I could, including cologne, and went out into the
main room again. He turned to look at me, and began to speak. "We're
going to have company tonight. How you behave will reflect on me. If
you disappoint me, you will regret it for the rest of your life. No
matter what is done to you - no matter what is required of you - your
obedience is vital. Is that understood?" I nodded and was rewarded by
his warm smile. "Good," he said. "Since you are going to be the
centerpiece tonight, we'd better get started arranging you before the
guests arrive." First, he made me kneel down on some sort of raised
platform, and put a blindfold around my eyes. Something small and
rubbery - like a little rubber penis - was pushed into my mouth, and a
band around my head secured it. My knees were pushed far apart and my
wrists were cuffed to my ankles, keeping me in a kneeling position,
slightly back, with my legs open and my breasts thrust out. He left
me there in silence and went out of the room. I could faintly hear
his footsteps as he walked away.
A short time later, I seemed to hear many soft footsteps. Then,
a slight brush of cold air and the sound of several voices told me
that I was no longer alone. People were in the room with me - looking
at me, touching me. Discussing my physical appearance and sexual
possibilities. Someone was probing between my legs, commenting on how
wet I was. Someone else was rubbing my nipples, pulling on them,
causing me to wince from the sharp little pain. I heard my captor
discussing my abilities as a cocksucker, and someone asking about the
welts which were clearly visible across my body. There seemed to be
several people, perhaps three or four men, and at least two women,
standing around me chatting. The gag was removed from my mouth, but I
didn't speak. Someone asked my captor if I'd been introduced to
Prince yet, and he said, no, he'd been waiting in order to let them
watch. A kind of excited, whispered chatter was going on, and then I
felt two or three people untying my hands from my wrists, and turning
me over onto my knees. My captor came up to me and in a low voice,
told me that I was to be still and be obedient, no matter what was
about to happen to me. On my hands and knees, I felt an expectant
hush fall on the crowd. Suddenly, a cold, wet nose pressed against my
pussy. A long, rough tongue began to lick me and I could hear an
animal panting. It was a dog! They had brought a dog in to lick me
while they watched. I wanted to scream and jump up and run away, but
I knew they'd catch me and it would be worse. More importantly, I
knew I didn't want to disappoint my captor, or humiliate him by
disobeying him in front of his friends. So I remained in position
while this animal panted and licked and sniffed at me. Then I felt his
paws go up on my shoulders, and I felt human hands part me, holding me
open as the dog's cock slid into me. I couldn't stay still for this.
I started to move away, but many hands held me, and again I heard my
captor's voice, commanding me to hold my position and behave. I knelt
there in front of those people and knew that I had reached the lowest
point a woman could go - to be fucked by an animal while strangers
watched and jeered. Yet I knew that I would willingly submit to ten
times this humiliation and degradation if it would please the man to
whom I had given my heart in these past few hours.
After the dog had finished with me and been led away, I was
allowed to lie on the platform and everyone seemed to lose interest in
me. They drifted off into another part of the house, or maybe they
went home. I know only that for some period of time I was left alone,
in silence, and my mind wandered. I tried to convince myself that
this had only been a nightmare, and that any minute I would wake and
find myself sleeping in my own bed, and none of this had ever
happened.
My captor came back in and sat down on the platform beside me. He
removed my blindfold and cradled my head in his lap, speaking to me in
his low, gentle voice. He told me he was very proud of me, and that I
had behaved beautifully. He said that of all the women he'd ever had,
I had been the best centerpiece and that he was very happy that his
friends had been so well entertained.
"Now," he said, with his eyes shining, "it is time for you to
begin to learn the meaning of bondage". With that, he stood and went
over to the wall where all his equipment was displayed. Coming back to
sit in the chair by the fireplace, he told me to come and stand in
front of him. He was carrying a lot of rope, and a knife. Standing
in front of him, with my legs open, and my eyes heavy with lack of
sleep, I knew no fear. Just acceptance of whatever he wanted from me.
He began by tying a couple of strands of rope around my waist. Then,
he ran a couple of strands up between my legs, cutting into my pussy,
and up the crack of my bottom, and securing these to the ropes around
my waist. He cut the ends, and then looped pieces of rope through the
metal rings on my cuffs, and secured my hands by running the pieces of
rope through the one at my waist. He kept wrapping me in rope -
around my upper arms, across my chest and arms, around my wrists and
hips - around my upper thighs - my knees - my ankles. I felt totally
trussed up as he laid me down flat on my back in front of the
fireplace.
He sat in the chair and rested his feet on my breasts, seeming to
relax as he sat there and gazed at me. Uncomfortable, yet unwilling
to disappoint him, I lay there and felt the weight of his warm, smooth
feet, and knew that I wanted to lie at his feet forever.
After a while, he got up and without a word, left the room.
Alone, tied at the foot of his chair, I lay there and thought about
him and wondered if I was as pleasing to him as other women had been
under the same circumstances. The minutes passed slowly, and became
hours, and when he finally returned, I was past the point of
discomfort or pain. I had become numb everywhere the ropes were
pressing into me. When he began to cut the ropes from around my body,
as the circulation returned, my aches grew into agonies. Yet, I lay
passively and did not squirm or rub my stiff, cold body. I lay and
waited his command. When he did speak, it was to softly tell me I
could crawl into my cell now. Stiffly, slowly, I got to my hands and
knees and began to crawl to my cell.
When I got there, I saw he had placed a bowl of water and a small
tray of food there for me. Gratefully, I looked up at him, having
forgotten until that moment that I was thirsty and hungry. He told me
that I could eat and drink but that I must not use my hands to do so.
I was a pet and must act like one. He went back to his chair, and
watched me as I ate my meal and drank the water he had provided for
me. When I was finished, he brought a warm cloth and carefully wiped
my mouth and face. Then, he pointed to the other corner of the room,
and I saw a large, shallow box. He told me to crawl over to use it.
Puzzled, I crawled over to the box and looked at it. It seemed to be
filled with fine gravel, and I looked at him, questioningly. "Well,
pet, don't you have to pee?" he asked. Horrified, I looked from him
to the box and realized it was a litter box! Yet, he had commanded me
to use it, and I did indeed have to urinate. I crawled into the box,
and squatting, peed into the litter material. When I was finished, I
crawled out of the box and knelt there, waiting for his instructions.
He tossed me a warm cloth and told me to wipe myself, which I did.
Then he told me I could crawl into my cell and sleep. Wearily, I
crawled into the cell and wrapped myself in the blanket he had
provided. He closed the cell door and went away.
I was awakened by the sound of the iron cell door swinging open,
and his voice telling me it was time to get up. I was so snug and
warm in my blanket that I didn't want to move. His voice became more
insistent, and in one swift movement, he pulled the blanket off me and
tossed it to the floor outside the cell. Cold and shivering, I
crawled out of the cell and knelt quietly, waiting for him to tell me
what to do. He told me to go and shower, quickly, and hurry. He said
he had some plans for me, and he didn't want to waste any time getting
started. He helped me to stand, and patted my behind as I hurried to
shower.
I showered, washed and dried my hair, brushed my teeth, used the
toilet, put on light make-up, and applied a light spray of cologne
before hurrying back to him.
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw a door that I had not
noticed before standing open. He was standing in the doorway, and
when he saw me, he motioned for me to join him. I walked over to him,
and peered into the room. There was a chair, a wooden table, and a
machine that looked almost like a polygraph machine. He indicated
that I should sit in the chair, and after I had done so, he began to
attach wires to my nipples, my clit, and each side of my labia. He
used small strips of adhesive tape to attach the wires. The wires
were connected to the machine on the table.
"Now," he said, pointing to the machine on the table, "we will
see how determined you are to please me. This machine is designed to
render measured shocks to portions of your body. This dial," he said,
pointing to a dial on the machine, "determines the intensity of the
shock you will receive. For instance, 1 is the slightest possible
shock, and 10 is the most intense. For demonstration purposes, I am
going to give you a brief taste of each end of the scale." With that,
he turned the dial to "1" and pressed a button on the side of the
machine. A brief moment of tingling on my right breast introduced me
to the machine. Looking at me, he turned the dial to "10" and pressed
the button again. A flash of agony shot through my right breast and I
screamed in shock and surprise as I jumped from my seat in the chair.
Even though it lasted only a split second, it left me sweating and
panting, out of breath and weak. I looked at him in disbelief and he
smiled, saying "I told you I would require things you wouldn't like."
He pointed to a clock on the wall and told me that I was to keep
track of the time, and every five minutes, I was to give myself
another shock. He said I could determine the intensity of the shock,
and that the machine would record each shock I gave myself. My
obedience and my willingness to accept pain would demonstrate my
desire to please him. He set the clock at 12 and turned back to the
table.
He flipped a switch on the side of the machine and told me that
the shocks would be directed randomly, that I would not be able to
determine which portion of my body would receive the shock. It could
be one or more, or all five wires at once. With that, he kissed me
and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Popping his head back around the door, he said, "Oh, by the way,
this will be one full hour - twelve shocks. Don't disappoint me."
Eyeing the clock, and apprehensively counting the minutes, I
hesitantly turned the dial to "5". At the five minute mark, I gulped
and timidly pushed the button. Nothing. Resolutely, I pushed it
harder and was answered by a stinging sensation around my left nipple
that radiated up into my breast. It lasted for only a heartbeat, but
it was enough to cause sweat to form on my upper lip. As I breathed
deeply and relaxed back into the chair, I began to think, "that wasn't
so bad. I can handle that okay. Well, maybe if I can handle a "5",
perhaps I can do a "6". So, less timidly, I moved the dial ahead one
notch. When the five minutes was up, I leaned forward and firmly
pressed the button. With a scream of surprise and pain, I almost leapt
off the chair. This time I'd been shocked in all of the five wired
areas. Only briefly, but it was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Gasping and rocking, I tried to calm my breathing and resettle myself
in the chair.
I quickly redialed the setting down to a "4" and nervously
watched the clock. I pushed the button and was given a relatively
mild shock, this time through the wire attached to my clitoris. It
was almost pleasant, a warm pulsating tingle. I moved the dial again
to "5" and with less reserve, I pushed the button. This time, both my
breasts received the stinging needles of electricity, and I gripped
the arms of the chair, trying to slow my breathing down as the
sensation dissipated. Although the room was warm, I was slightly
chilled, and I realized I was sweating lightly, and that was causing
the chill. Another five minutes passed, and when I pressed the button
this time, one or more of the wires to my labia responded with a
stinging, almost burning, shock. I couldn't tell anymore which area
was receiving the shock. I only knew generalities. Maybe I was
becoming numb or desensitized. Maybe I was building up a tolerance.
Thinking to please him, I adjusted the dial upward to a 6" and at
the proper time, pressed the button. One breast received the jolt,
and it wasn't nearly as bad as the other "6" I had tried. Almost, I
was disappointed. I had expected something . . . more and had
unconsciously prepared myself to be brave.
I watched the clock. Bracing myself firmly against the chair, I
turned the dial once again, this time to "7" and pressed the button.
My clitoris and right nipple leaped as the current passed through
them. I held tightly to the arms of the chair and did not scream. I
had expected this much pain, and I accepted it without resistance.
Too soon, another five minutes had passed. Unable to face the
thought of further pain, I couldn't bear to turn the dial up another
setting. Gritting my teeth, I pressed the button and felt the charge
flow through both my nipples and labia. I was breathing deeply,
trying to absorb the pain, and as I breathed, and tried to relax, I
realized that nearly an hour had passed. I had only two more shocks
to go. Two more times to press that awful button. Two more
opportunities to prove my worth to this man who had somehow become the
center of my world.
Hesitantly, yet firmly resolved, I pushed the dial up to "8",
telling myself that the sensation could last only for a split second,
that I could survive anything. All I had to do was press the button
and accept whatever the machine sent me. Once again I pressed the
button, and once again all five wires responded, lifting me out of the
chair as I fought the urge to scream. At last, my muscles relaxed and
I was able to sit down in the chair. I realized I was sobbing, and
couldn't seem to stop. Slowly, the minutes ticked past. One final
push of that button and I would be finished.
Still crying softly, I impulsively, without pausing to think,
dialed the setting to "10" and pushed the button. Both my breasts
received the full force of the machine's current. Biting my lips and
gripping the arms of the chair, I let the tears flow and knew it was
over. I had on my own taken the full amount of current. That would
please him, I felt certain.
Gradually my breathing returned to normal and my tears dried. I
began to be aware of another sensation in my body - a wetness between
my legs. I couldn't believe it, but I recognized the signs. I was
turned on. The electrical currents had done more than introduce pain
and discipline to me - they had excited and stimulated my body. I was
as hot as I'd ever been, and the realization dawned on me that perhaps
this man had known the effect these wires would have on me. I reached
down and touched myself, softly, gently, and began to rub, almost
without realizing what I was doing. Slowly, tenderly, I felt the
soft, smooth skin of my labia and clit, and began to rub more
vigorously, building to a climax.
A few moments, and I was ready to cum. Just another few seconds,
and I would explode! Then, he opened the door and walked in. Firmly
taking my hands in his, he relentlessly held me back from
accomplishing even this simple release. Wordlessly, he began to
remove the taped wires, gently rubbing each area as he pulled the tape
from it.
As he helped me to rise, and we walked from the room, he put his
arm around my shoulders. "Very good!" he said. "I've been watching,
and been very pleased with your performance so far." I leaned against
him, warmed in the glow of his approval. It seemed as though I had
never had a life outside these walls. How distant everything seemed -
a faded memory that held no reality for me any longer.
He walked beside me, with his arm around my shoulders as we went
back into the big room which had become my whole world. My left
breast brushed against his chest and his hand cupped my right breast,
gently squeezing it, as we walked together. Warm, tired, and very,
very turned on, I was hoping he would fuck me thoroughly. Instead, he
led me over to a large, low cushioned bench he had placed near the
center of the room. Long pieces of rope were attached at each of its
four corners.
He bent me over until from the waist up, I was lying flat, my
breasts pressed into the cushion of the bench, with my knees on the
floor. Using the pieces of rope, he secured my cuffed wrists to the
front legs of the bench. He fastened wide leather cuffs around my
thighs, and attached them to the back legs of the bench by the ropes.
He reached between my widely parted legs and stroked my pussy lips
gently as I lay there quivering.
I felt his finger slowly enter my ass, and I concentrated on
relaxing and breathing deeply, so that I wouldn't tighten and cause
myself to feel more pain at this penetration. He put something cool
and slippery around the small opening, some kind of lubricant, and as
I moaned slightly, I felt a large dildo being pushed deep into my ass.
He leaned forward, bending over me, and began to nibble, and lick the
back of my neck and upper shoulders. Running his tongue lightly down
my back, over my ass cheeks, he played his hands over my body with a
feathery touch. Squirming, moaning with mixed pleasure and pain, I
ached for the release he had earlier denied me. With a chuckle and a
light smack on my bottom, he left the room.
I don't know how long I remained in that sad predicament. I know
only that it seemed hours until my burning need had subsided to a
throbbing ache. Except for the discomfort caused by the dildo, and
the pressure on my knees, I was not uncomfortable. I no longer
struggled to free myself. I merely resigned myself to accepting
whatever life - and this man - offered me. As I knelt there my mind
drifted to thoughts of another life - the life I led before being
brought to this place. It seemed so far away and so unreal. I
absently wondered if I'd ever really be able to go back to being the
way I was before Friday night.
It was almost a disappointment when he returned some time later
and removed the dildo. When he removed it, I realized how
uncomfortable it had become. Yet, strangely, I rather missed it.
Either I was becoming more and more accustomed to this bizarre life
style, or I had always been like this and never before realized it.
Deep in thought, I didn't realize that after he had removed the
dildo, he walked over to the wall and selected a broad leather strap.
The first indication I had was a resounding "THWACK" against my
bottom. With a shriek, I jumped so hard that the bench moved
slightly. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw his arm raised for
another blow, and I cried out, begging him not to hit me again.
Unheeding of my pleas, he again brought the belt down across my ass.
Relentlessly, the blows fell as I sobbed and pled with him to stop. He
paid no attention to my cries and continued again and again until I
lay sobbing, exhausted, unable to react any further. Then he stopped,
and sat on the head of the bench and stroked my hair as I grew quiet
and my breathing calmed.
When I had quieted, he removed the ropes from my cuffs, and the
cuffs from my body. He told me to shower and put on some make up and
come back. Shakily, I rose and went into the bathroom, resisting the
temptation to rub my stinging backside as I walked. Once in the
bathroom, I turned my head and looked into the mirror, fascinated by
the wide red welts I could see raised across my back, thighs, and
bottom. Gingerly, I showered, taking care not to rub those areas very
hard as I soaped and rinsed. I tried not to get my hair wet, so I
wouldn't have to take time to dry it. Getting out of the shower, I
toweled dry and brushed my hair, touching it up slightly with the
curling iron. I applied makeup and cologne as quickly as I could, and
went back out to join him.
Entering the larger room again, I noticed a small table set with
plates, silverware, glasses, etc., next to his chair in front of the
fireplace. We walked over to the chair and he sat in it, as I knelt
beside him. He handed me a goblet of liquid and as I sipped it, I
realized he'd chosen my favorite white wine. Was there anything about
me that this man didn't know? As I sipped the wine, appreciating its
mellow coolness, he leaned back in his chair and began to talk to me.
"You've done very well up to now, pet," he began. "I have been
carefully observing your responses and behavior, and I believe you are
an exceptional woman. In only a few hours, I will keep my promise and
release you. Does that thought make you happy?"
I knew I should be happy that he was really going to release me.
It was, after all, the way a normal woman would have reacted. She
would be overjoyed. I couldn't understand why the thought of being
sent away from him made me feel sad. After all, I had never seen him
before, and still had not even seen him clearly. I didn't know his
name, or anything about him. Why was I so saddened at the thought of
never seeing him again? As I was pondering this strange feeling, I
realized he was speaking again. " . . . so much more I have planned
for you. Perhaps, if you're very, very good, I may allow you to
return at some time in the future. Does that interest you?" Eagerly,
I nodded, and he told me I could speak. I said, breathlessly, "I
don't want to leave. Don't you want me to stay?" He reminded me that I
had a life outside this one - a job, friends, commitments. Vaguely, I
remembered another place, another time. But nothing as important as
this. No one as important to me as this man in front of me. He went
on to tell me that people would worry if I didn't return soon - that
questions would be asked, and an investigation would be made. Neither
of us would want that, would we, he asked. I replied that no, it
wouldn't be easy for us to remain as we were if someone really wanted
to find me.
I began to think of a life without him in it. Never to see him
again. Never to experience the joy of serving him and knowing I had
pleased him. The anticipation of pain, the thrill of pleasure, all
would be taken from me if he sent me away.
With regret, I knew that logically, I must return to my former
life. There might be trouble for him or for me - or for both of us -
if he did not send me back. That helped a little. The thought that
my willingly leaving would cause less trouble for him than if I
stayed. I found myself placing his needs and desires above my own -
something I had rarely done with anyone else in my life.
He reached down and took the glass from my trembling fingers, and
I realized with surprise that I had emptied it. He pulled me up on to
his lap and held me as I rested my head against his shoulder. He must
have known what I was feeling. Quietly, without speaking, we sat like
that for a long time.
Then, after a while, he began to gently put my collar and cuffs
around my throat and wrists. They seemed so comfortable now. Like
they belonged on me. Wearing them gave me a feeling of security, and
I was glad he'd put them back on me.
Almost gently, he pushed me off his lap, down to the floor by his
feet. He told me to kneel, shoulders back, knees wide apart. He
instructed me to put my hands face up on my thighs and to lower my
eyes. He told me not to look up or to speak until he had given me
permission to do so.
I knelt there for a brief while, when a knock on the door
startled me. Almost, I looked up, but remembering his instructions, I
kept my eyes lowered and did not see who was at the door he opened.
I heard him speaking softly with someone, but I couldn't tell if
it was a man or a woman. The low voices seemed to come from near the
door, and grow nearer. I sensed, rather than saw, someone walking
around me, and with surprise, I heard a woman's voice, saying, "I like
her looks. I'd like to try her out. Bring her into the white room."
He put the soft blindfold around my eyes and stood me up, leading me
slowly through the room, through a doorway, and into another room. He
guided me to a soft, satin covered bed, and told me to sit, which I
did. I heard the soft rustle of clothing and smelled a woman's
perfume. A soft nipple brushed my lips, and a woman's low voice told
me to lick it. As I licked around the stiffening nipple and breast, I
felt her other breast warm against my cheek. Then, it replaced the
one I had been licking and again I felt a nipple harden against my
tongue and lips. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she pushed me
backward onto the bed, climbing on top of me. Her thighs on each side
of my head, she lowered herself down on my face and told me to lick
her cunt.
I couldn't do that! I had never touched a woman before,
especially not that way. As I hesitated, she grabbed my hair and
ground her wet pussy against my face. The pain caused me to gasp, and
as opened my mouth and she pushed herself down onto it. The pain from
having my hair pulled was unbelievable. With tears in my eyes from
the pain and from the humiliation, I began tentatively to lick. When
she felt my tongue gingerly exploring, she eased up her grip on my
hair, and lifted her body up slightly, to allow my face a bit more
freedom. I licked her slowly and inexpertly, trying not to think
about what I was doing and trying to ignore the slightly salty taste
of this woman's secretions. I wondered if he was watching, and I knew
he would be. Probably taping it, also. He had told me that
everything I did would be recorded.
She instructed me in how to lick her and how to suck gently on
her clit. Soon her body began to move faster and faster, and she
pressed herself even harder against my mouth. I heard her breathing
quicken, and a tiny moan came from her. Suddenly, she was lifted from
me, and as I lay there, breathing freely once again, I felt the weight
on the bed shift as he climbed onto her. Right next to my blindfolded
face, I heard and felt their move- ments as he entered her and fucked
her. They were both breathing hard, and I heard his flesh smack
against hers rhythmically. My excitement grew as I heard them moving
increasingly faster. When they climaxed, I knew it, and I ached with
my unreleased passions.
He climbed over my face, and put his wet, sticky cock into my
mouth, telling me to clean him. I licked their mingled juices from
his cock and his balls, and I wasn't surprised when he rolled me over
with my face pressed into her wet pussy and told me to eat his cum
from her.
When I had finished to their satisfaction, he told me to lay on
my back, with my arms outstretched. He fastened each of my cuffed
wrists to opposite corners of the bed. Then he brought my ankles up
and secured them to the corresponding corners, bending me in half on
the bed. Leaving the blindfold in place, they left the room. I was
spread wider open than I had ever imagined I could be, and left in an
uncomfortable, very vulnerable position. I had to endure this for
several hours. When he finally returned and released me, my arms and
thighs were aching horribly, after having been stretched out in such a
cruel fashion.
He led me upstairs and out through the cooler, cement paved area.
I wondered if he was going to release me, and I wanted to ask him but
didn't dare. I couldn't hear or smell the woman. Nude, he placed me
in the back of the van and told me to kneel quietly or he would have
to tie me and gag me. Obediently, I remained kneeling as he climbed
into the front and started the engine. We drove for a while before
coming to a stop. When he helped me out of the van, I felt a breeze,
and smelled earth and grass. I knew I was outside, but I didn't have
any idea where we were.
Stumbling, I followed as he guided me into a building. I heard
several voices and music, and I thought I was at some kind of party.
Hands grasping me, squeezing me, groping at me. I tried to shrink back
against him for shelter from those searching hands, but he pushed me
into them and I couldn't find him again as I was surrounded by bodies
and hands. Roughly they pushed me back and forth, and I was pushed
down flat on my back onto the floor. A cock entered my mouth, and as
my legs were pulled open, a man got between them and pushed his cock
into me.
I struggled for breath as their weights held me down. I could
hear voices as people cheered them on. When they were finished, two
more men took their places, and then two more, and on and on until
they were finished with me and left me lying there weak and unmoving.
I was covered with sweat - theirs and mine. Dried cum spotted my face
and body - even my hair. I felt bruised and battered. For a few
minutes I lay there, until someone said, "Hey, look at her. She's a
mess! Let's give her a shower." They pulled me to my feet and led me
into another room. I felt cold tile under my knees as they forced me
to kneel, and assumed I was in a bathroom or shower room. I knelt
quietly, waiting for the water, when I was shocked and startled to
feel a hot, stinging sensation of a small stream of water began to hit
my face, neck, and chest areas. But it wasn't water. The bitter
smell of urine filled my nostrils and I knew what kind of shower they
had planned for me. Other streams joined the first, and I felt
several men's pee as it ran over me. They laughed and joked about it
as I knelt there in helpless submission.
They finished and I remained kneeling, the urine drying in my
hair and on my body while they stood around me and made crude comments
about my appearance and my situation. Soon they tired of staring at
me and I heard their voices diminish in the distance as they drifted
away. My knees were sore against the cold hard tile and I ached to
just lie down and stretch out, but I didn't move. A hand touched my
shoulder, and another hand cupped my elbow, gently helping me to
stand. I felt a man's nude body supporting me as I sagged weakly
against him. Without a word, he helped me to another part of the
tiled room. A few moments, and a rush of warm, sweet water was
cascading down over our heads. His gentle hands soaped and lathered
my body, washing away all the filth and horror of the past few hours.
A whispered voice (was it my captor's?) told me to keep my eyes
closed, and the blindfold was removed. Then, tenderly, thoroughly, my
hair was shampooed and rinsed. As the water poured down over my face,
I opened my mouth and rinsed the taste of those unknown men out of it.
I was feeling so clean and free.
The water stopped and he briskly toweled me dry, including my
hair. A scarf or cloth was tied firmly in place around my eyes, and I
was led, shivering, across the tile floor and through a door. I could
tell that once again, I was outside, because of the breeze and noises.
He had dressed, but I was nude and still damp from the showers. The
breeze was cold and I was chilled by the time we reached the vehicle.
It was, I thought, the same van in which I'd been transported thus
far. He helped me to climb into it and told me to keep quiet. With
that, he closed the door and went around to get in the driver's side.
I curled up on the floor in a little ball, trying to get warm, and
wondered what was going to happen next.
The van rocked slightly as he drove, and my thoughts drifted. I
began to be warmer, and as tired as I was, I may have dozed off for a
few minutes. When the van stopped, he joined me in the back. He sat
me up, leaning against his chest, and he put his arms around me. A
cold chain, with something even colder dangling from it, was placed
around my neck. He held me and spoke to me. "I'm very proud of you,"
he said quietly. "You have been very, very good. In fact, I think
you have been the best pet I have ever had. You have earned your
freedom. I am releasing you now, as I promised I would." I began to
cry as I realized that he was sending me away from him. Somehow I had
begun to feel as though I belonged with him - that I had no place in
the world except at his feet.
He stroked my cheek, and as the tears crept out from beneath the
blindfold, he brushed them away with his fingertips. "Don't cry,
little one," he admonished, "This isn't good-bye. You will see me
again." With that, he left my side and opened the back door of the
van. Helping me out onto the paved surface of the street, he closed
the doors and led me a few feet. He put his hands on my shoulders and
told me to kneel. After I had knelt on the cold pavement, he bent and
kissed my lips. He told me to count to 100 before removing my
blindfold, and then he was gone. The sound of the van receded in the
distance as I counted. I kept listening, to hear if anyone else was
around. Finally, I reached "100". I pulled off the blindfold and
blinked as my eyes tried to adapt to the dim light. It was a few
moments before I realized where I was. I was in the alley behind my
car port. All I had to do was walk around the end of the parking
garage and a few feet into it would be my car.
As I tiptoed furtively through the night, the object on the chain
around my neck bounced between my breasts. Looking at it, I saw that
it was my car key! At least, I could get into my car, and hide out
there until I figured what I was going to do for clothes and how I was
going to get into my apartment without my keys. I had some change in
the car, so I could call a friend who would bring me something to
wear, and then once I was dressed I could go to the apartment manager
and get a duplicate key. My thoughts were frantically racing as I
tried to figure out how I could use a public telephone while totally
nude, without getting arrested. Then another thought struck me - how
could I even drive to a phone if I didn't have my glasses? With all
these thoughts going around in my mind, I sneaked to my car and
inserted the key. Opening the door, I quickly slipped inside and with
relief sat on the front seat. To my surprise, my purse was inside the
car! So were the clothes I had been wearing Friday night when I was
abducted. Hurriedly, I got dressed and with hope, I looked into my
purse. Sure enough, there were my glasses and the rest of my keys! He
had thought of everything, after all.
Now the major question on my mind was, "will I see him again?" I
went into my apartment. More surprises awaited me. On the table in
the living room was a lovely flower arrangement, and when I read the
card, I saw, "Thanks for a wonderful time. I'll be in touch."
THE END
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