Captured Caroline. by Quin
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Chapter 3: Opening Events (M/f, NC, B&D)
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I don't think there has been a moment in my life that compares with
the realization that I'd got her. My mind was full of possibilities,
of
the things I'd planed and of my slave. I fell to sleep that night with
the image of my slave, bound, gagged and subdued in all her fetish
finery burning itself into my brain.
I awoke full of life, reveling in my achievement. Although I'd read of
many cases of sexual abduction (in fact studied many in preparation
for this) no one had achieved what I had done. I had a pretty coed
bound and gagged in my basement, kidnapped from a busy alleyway in
plain sight of at least a dozen people.
I felt like a god, now at last I had a woman who couldn't say no, who
wouldn't lead me on and then dump me as Samantha had. I chuckled to
myself, for now she was my prisoner but soon I would start to train
her as my slave. Slowly over the coming months, using torture,
humiliation and sex I would slowly break her, destroying her identity,
her self worth and gradually crushing her will until there would be
nothing no mater how low or vile that she wouldn't do if I ordered
it.
I gradually let the megalomania sweep over me savoring every
moment..... then I pulled myself back into line and started exercising
the personal discipline expected of the master of such a beautiful
slave. One feature of the house that had been in the design from the
beginning was it's audiovisual distribution system. In happier times
I'd intended it to allow Sam and I to access cable, satellite or video
from any part of the house. It had proved extremely flexible and
coupled with hidden camera's from an enhanced security system gave me
access to any room in the house. Reaching for a remote I turned on the
bedroom monitor and entered the security code that accessed the camera
in Caroline's cell.
Caroline slept fitfully under the dimmed lights of the room. Her
position had changed little since I'd left her. Her hair was tousled
though still held it it's makeshift ponytail. A few blonde strands had
escaped and lay on her pillow next to the damp patch where she had
drooled past the gag. She looked so helpless that I was half tempted
to go down and wake her, but I'd been planning this for months and
could wait. With remarkable resolve given the circumstances I turned
off the monitor, bathed, dressed and went downstairs.
In my haste to get Caroline inside last night I'd left the car
next to the side door instead of in the garage. Whilst this wasn't a
problem (the driveway has a gate) part of me wanted to get the car out
of sight as soon as possible.
I backed the car into the garage then started to transfer it's
contents into a small storage room at the back. Most of Caroline's
sparse belongings were destined for the bonfire, I'd only taken them
to support the idea that she had moved out.. Some things however were
more important and as I stacked the boxes for later sorting I came
across exactly what I'd been looking for, a small box full of
her personal papers. Finishing up I took the box inside and made
myself breakfast.
The box contained the sorts of things you'd expect, High School
diploma, family photo's, letters. The real find for me though were the
diaries, about a dozen of them ranging from exercise books to pretty
little things with brass colored clasp locks. The collected thoughts
of a girl from her early teens to the present, invaluable stuff for
her
kidnapper. Ultimately these would be the skeleton keys that would
allow me to unlock her mind and give me access to the deep personal
places I'd have to violate if she was ever really to be my slave. For
now however they had a more practical use.
The kidnapping itself had gone without a hitch, my "Bum" rouse had
allowed me
to take her in broad daylight surrounded by people. In addition the
loss of her job and apartment had given her a good motive to
disappear. For the moment her friends would think she was at home and
her family would think she was still at university, it was perfect.
Unfortunately it was also temporary. Sooner or latter some friend
would try calling her at home or family letters would be returned
unanswered. Eventually the alarm would be raised. The police would
investigate and it could be that they would find something I'd
overlooked.
Alternatively they could find a witness who remembered the strange
student in Caroline's building on the day she disappeared or someone
who could place a man in the alleyway that evening. I needed to buy
time for memories to fade or better yet, direct people's attention
away from that area all together. In short I needed letters, cheery
postcards sent to favored relatives, excited jottings to friends all
in saying the same thing. "I'm alive, free and happy living in
another state." I had no doubt I could get her cooperation, apart
from physical torture I controlled all aspects of her life from food
and drink to when and if she went to the toilet. Eventually when
she'd been conditioned to obey that would be unnecessary, but for now
I needed information.
I needed a source from which I could verify birthdays and the
existence of relatives. Whilst I intended for her letters to appear
self absorbed and mention as little as possible that could be
verified, missing a favorite aunts birthday could give the family a
clue that something was wrong. Yet I had to be able to check her
writings so that she could not pass a distress message in the letters.
The diaries would be my verification. I started sorting through the
books wondering how difficult it would be to break the spines and scan
them into a database. Then suddenly I came across something odd. One
of the pretty notebooks with the brass clasps had been forced. At
first I assumed she'd lost the key though this didn't make much sense
as the locks are principally decorative and a key from any of the
earlier diaries would fit. Then I noticed that some of the pages had
been torn out. The book covered summer of three years ago around the
time of her fifteenth birthday. I decided to look into this later,
for now however I divided my time between eating breakfast, reading
her mail and watching "Caroline TV".
Her bound form was just as tempting as ever. She thrashed around on
the bed in a feeble attempt to wiggle free. Then she spent about
twenty minutes rubbing her mouth against the edge of the bed trying to
work the gag free. Finally, realizing that escape was futile she lay
back down and sobbed.
Looking down I found I was hard again. Summoning up my self control
I managed to go to my study and knock off a quick thousand words on
"Power PC vs. Pentium" for my New York publisher. In breaks for
inspiration I continued through her mail and made a startling
discovery. Caroline was the daughter of the REVEREND Charles Conway
and his wife Judith. Quickly I paged through the photo albums until I
found what I wanted. The family portrait was not inspiring, an older
dour looking man, the picture of a bible bashing Baptist stood next to
his younger dowdy, once pretty wife. He looked fierce and unbending,
Judith looked down, the perfect picture of subservience. One of the
reverend's eyes seemed fixed on the girls Caroline and her younger
sister Anna, who stood with military stiffness before him. Now
Caroline's drab taste in clothes began to make sense. Suddenly I
could
also see a way to get her to write me those letters. It would
require some planning so I shelved it for now but the thought of it
clawed at my mind and in the end I could resist no longer.
I quickly finishing up the article, hurried to the kitchen and made
her
a light breakfast of cereal and coffee then took it down to the
dungeon. In one corner of the room was a large heavy wooden kitchen
table I had bought at a garage sale. It had looked like the kind of
thing grandma Walton used to bake pies on. For my needs numerous D
rings were attached to the frame, legs and top giving it a more
sinister purpose. For now however I needed it to be just a table.
Pulling it into the center of the room I cleared the top of
bondage paraphernalia then added an old wooden chair to which I had
also added straps.
Pausing I realized that this would be a good time to test the
most impressive addition I'd made to the chair. Putting breakfast on
the table I went to the locked cabinet and removed some extra pieces
one of which I bolted to the chair the other I pocketed. Then I
went to awaken the slave. She was lying much as I'd last seen her
still bound and gagged, still in the latex outfit. My erection
returned as I unfastened the wire from the collar, hobbled her and
lead her whining and struggling into the dungeon.
When we reached the chair she stopped struggling and stared in
astonishment. From the center of the seat a long polished wooden
phallus emerged making the chair look like it had an erection. She
turned to look at me, eyes wide, head starting to shake. She tried to
say something, mouth chewing helplessly on the ball. I pushed her
towards the chair, she attempted to resist. Needless to say I won,
five inch stilettos being hard enough to walk in let alone anything
else. Hobbled, she couldn't even brace herself and soon she was
hovering over the wooden cock.
"It's lubricated," I said, "And it's not that thick. It's going to
hurt less than the punishment you've just earned yourself."
She continued to struggle, I really hadn't expected anything else,
but when penetration by the wooden rapist was inevitable she
relaxed and allowed me to settle her on it.
Reaching into my pocket I produced its twin and waved it in front of
her eyes. "Guess where this one goes slave."
She looked at me beseechingly, knowing that she was helpless and
silently begging for mercy. I crouched down and started to strap her
ankles to the chair legs. It was a tough fight as she struggled to
keep her legs closed. But she was in an impossible position and
once her legs where strapped open I found it surprisingly easy to
slide the dildo inside. The back of the phallus had a large bolt
fastened to it and after burying the 7 inches of wood in the girl I
pushed the bolt through a hole in the chair seat and fastened a nut
to the other side. There was a small wrench velcroed to the bottom of
the seat which I used to tighten the nut before pocketing it.
Caroline and the chair were now effectively bolted together,
there was no way she could stand or walk and without a wrench and a
lot of time no way she could get free. Now, with her legs strapped
open the wooden intruder was obvious but I could see that hidden
beneath a full skirt it would be difficult to see anything amiss.
I thought of the other chair I had upstairs, the one with the nice
finish and just the mountings for the dildos. Dressed in regular
clothes and bolted to the chair I could take photo's of Caroline with
no obvious restraints. I smiled, the family could expect a few
pictures with her letters. Returning to my slave I chained her
collar to the table, freed her hands and pulled the gag from her
mouth. Rather than remove it completely I let it hang around her neck
like a strange fetish necklace, a constant reminder that I could
enforce her silence at any time. She picked up the coffee and drank
greedily, I topped up the cup.
She drained that also, then as I moved the cereal towards her she
spoke.
"Sir....."
"I prefer Master," I said with a smile.
"Err, Master.... Erm please let me go...... I promise I won't tell
anyone about this. I want to go home, please."
I suppose that my sadistic side had free reign at that moment because
instead of telling her to shut up and eat her cereal I decided to play
with her.
"You must realize, Cunt, that taking you wasn't a whim. I've invested
quite a lot of time and money in this affair. To return you now would
put me at a lot of risk even if I could trust you not to run to the
police. What could you offer me in return?"
She swallowed nervously, calling her `Cunt' like that had rattled her
self confidence. "I...I could suck you...." The look on my face must
have told her this wasn't enough for in a whisper she added, "Or we
could do it..... If you want."
"I'm sorry," I said, "Were you offering sex?" She nodded,
speechless. "In that case I want you to say, you can FUCK me Master,
If you want."
"You can.... fuck me Master. If you want."
"Louder!"
"YOU CAN FUCK ME MASTER, IF YOU WANT..."
"Much better. Tempting as your offer is, the reality of your
situation is that I could tie you to this table in five minutes and
fuck your brains out whether you liked it or not. I could do the same
tomorrow and the next day and the next. You can't bargain with what
you don't own, and your body, together with the rest of you is now
mine." She looked dejected then she started jabbering. Telling me I
would be caught and punished and she wished I was dead and...
In the end only the threat of the gag got her to shut up and eat.
When she'd finished I hobbled her again and unbolted her from the
chair. As I helped her up off the shit covered phallus I was reminded
of something.
"Did you use the John?" She looked at me speechless.
"The chemical toilet, did you use it?"
She nodded.
"Good 'cos that's the last chance you'll have for a while."
I took her to the wall and chained her to the gridwork whilst I
collected a few things from the cabinet.
First thing I did when I got back was try to gag her again. The gag
was not strictly necessary as the room was soundproofed but it helped
reinforce her helplessness and a knew she didn't like it. The ball
gag was decorative but not very effective so leaving it where it was I
held a padded gag against her mouth. This type of gag has a very
large soft rubber mouthpiece fastened to a padded leather section that
is strapped over the mouth. It was, I suppose a non inflatable
version of the gag I'd fitted her with the night before. This time
however she closed her mouth firmly and refused to open it.
I smiled. "You must really like to be punished," I said, "It's going
to take me most of the day just to work off what you've earned so
far."
Her eyes widened.
"Oh yes you're going to be punished for last night, you didn't think
I'd forgotten did you?" I could tell by the look in her eyes that
*SHE* had forgotten."
"Open up like a good girl and I'll forgive you this time. This is
pointless anyway, the room is soundproofed so even without the gag you
are just as helpless."
She shook her head defiantly, I could see that a lesson was in order.
Going to the cabinet I retrieved a posture collar and a roll of duct
tape. Removing the ball gag from her neck I fitted the
posture collar firmly in place. Of course she resisted but the
ponytail made an excellent handhold and after five minutes her old
collar was replaced by a high stiff one that stopped her turning her
head. A couple of straps between the gridwork and the collar and she
was fastened to the wall facing me. Slowly, deliberately, I stuck
strip after strip of tape over her closed lips. I think she thought I
was trying to gag her a different way because she just stood there
smugly. She seemed a little amused when I went into her cell and
returned moments later with a strip of toilet paper. One thing was
certain however she wasn't laughing when I shoved a small ball of
toilet paper up each nostril and sealed it there with tape. She
started to cry out and thrash as much as she could. I just added tape
if a leak appeared in her mouth covering and waited. All the activity
burnt the air in her lungs quickly and before long she stopped
thrashing, face red, eye's bulging as she strained against the bonds,
lungs screaming for the oxygen I'd denied them.
"Perhaps I should gag you this way instead," I suggested, watching as
wild panic and desperation consumed her. Then suddenly I reached out
and in one move tore the tape mask from her lower face. She let out an
explosive breath and with mouth wide open drew in her first lung full
of life giving air. I gagged her, shoving the mouthpiece into her
wide, open mouth just as she finished that first breath. It was large
enough to stay put without the straps so next I removed the tape and
paper from her nose. Then I tightened the gag. I think she was just
happy to breath as I had no further trouble. I held one of the toilet
paper balls in front of her wide eyes..
"This is a lesson. You are helpless, so helpless I can take your life
with toilet paper if I wanted to. First time, *EVERY* time slave, this
is not optional. Next time you try to stop me gagging you the tape
stays on twice as long, keep it up and I may decide that you aren't
worth the trouble and leave it on, understand??" She nodded.
That settled I continued with the preparations. I replaced the hobble
with a spreader bar forcing her legs open into a wide triangle. I
could tell that she didn't like being this exposed, but experience was
starting to teach her that resistance could offer worse things than
just pain. I left her wrists cuffed together but added straps to her
upper arms that also helped to pull her shoulders back and push her
tits out. To help this along even further I threaded a rope from her
elbow straps to her wrists then from there through a D ring in the
center of the spreader bar. Pulling on it pulled her arms down,
arched
her back and thrust the tits out further. Releasing her from the wall
I dragged her under a ring to which I attached her collar. Next
came the butt plug. She looked at me puzzled as I approached her with
it then as I pushed it's greased surface inside her ass she squirmed
and made small noises behind the gag. I started to unwind the wires
attached to it, before packing her cunt with a large metal studded
rubber dildo with similar attachments. I fastened the wires to a
small metal box which I clipped to the spreader bar, covered twat and
ass with a pair of snap on leather panties and I was almost set.
I finally got to do something I'd looked forward to since I'd seen her
nice tits. The nipple clamps had a small length of chain between them
and must have looked like jewelry because she didn't start struggling
until I clipped the first one on. Even then there was little she could
do her body being forced into a tight stiff pose by the strict
bondage. I clipped the second one on the other nipple then freed the
rope fastened to her wrists and pulled until she was bent back as far
as I thought she could stand. Then I tied the rope to the nip clamp's
chain. Now any attempt to lean forward would drag on the chain which
in turn would pull on the clamps, these were the type that bit harder
as pressure increased.
She moaned and tried to say something looking at me with large
accusing eyes, still that I could fix. I fitted her with the padded
blindfold I'd used on her the night before. The posture collar
stopped any of the struggling nonsense this time and when I was
finished only her nose was not covered by shiny black leather. Next I
attached a couple of small arms from the box to the wrist rope where
it went through the spreader bar. Then I attached two cables from
the box to the wall, one AC power the other to the building ethernet.
Caroline started to twitch as the dildo and butt plus started their
low frequency vibration. As she squirmed she pulled on the rope
attached to her nipples and slowly tortured herself. I looked at her
as she winced and writhed, vision in leather and latex. The butt of
the dildo was pushed tight, straining against the leather panties
looking for all the world like a small cylindrical dick. As I watched
it began to move as her cunt muscles squeezed it out and the tight
panties forced it back in. I knew that the vibration though
stimulating was not enough to bring her off instead she would have to
stand there in a state of sexual frustration until I chose to release
her. However being a considerate sort I'd arranged a small
distraction.
"Slave," She ignored me trapped in her private world. "Slave," I
slapped her right nipple with the crop which got her attention.
"Frustrating isn't it?" Of course she had no way of answering, the
posture collar stopped all head movement and gag and blindfold dealt
with everything else. "The good news is that the vibrator will go
faster the further forward you lean. She lent forward a little and
sure enough the pitch of the vibrator increased, of course the clamps
did painful things to her nipples. She leaned back and suddenly when
crazy struggling and screaming in pain.
"Lean forward!" I commanded. she seemed in too much pain to notice me
so I grabbed her shoulders and pulled forward. Immediately the
pressure on the nipples increased and she tried to struggle more. I
held her there and the pain subsided.
"That was the bad news, periodically a small electrical shock will be
administered to your cunt and anus. To switch it off you need to lean
forward and hold the pose for five seconds. Every time the shock
comes it will have a higher intensity and will take longer to shut
off."
Again she tried to say something. I continued, "Just before the shock
you will hear my voice giving you an instruction. Obey it and the
shock will be avoided. fail and you know what happens."
I looked behind me at the camera that would let me watch all this from
the comfort of my office then prepared to leave. Reaching up I
released her hair from the pony tail and let the blond locks cascade
around her shoulders. Finally I fitted her with a pair of light
headphones which I attached to the AV. grid. She twitched and leaned
forward obviously too late to stop the shock. I stood silently for a
few minutes watching her move the little she could in response to my
computer generated instructions. The moans issuing from behind her gag
showed me that she had discovered the other benifit of obedience, the
sudden high speed burst from the vibrators that came when she reacted
immediately.
The rewards were short so that she wouldn't be able to cum but in her
painful position these flashes of pleasure would be very welcome. She started
to obey the commands with increasing enthusiasm and I noticed that her
cunt was already juicing up again. I watched for a few more minutes hen left
to watch "television".
The rest of the morning I worked, easily clearing the backlog that had
built up during my preparation for the kidnapping. On the TV I
watched as Caroline continued to thrash around. A window on my PC
monitor showed the current score. Shocked twelve times she was
currently on her 150th order and getting tired. I smiled, Caroline
would have spotted immediately that I was using an aversive
conditioning technique. As a method of brainwashing it was slow and
primitive but it was also effective. As a Psych major Caroline
probably understood that her brain was being conditioned to obey my
voice. She may even have noticed that the headphones, gag, gloves and
blindfold had enforced a kind of sensory deprivation and that the
insistent buzz of the vibrator was robbing her of the ability to
focus. However just as you can shoot a ballistics expert, her skills
could not protect her against this application of her science.
The persistent computer continued to pound orders into the primitive
areas of her brain offering pleasure for compliance and pain for
disobedience.
I imagined the horror, to understand exactly what was being done to
her mind, to realize that in a few weeks her will would be broken and
she would obey me like a dog eager to get my approval. Perhaps
some part of her mind realizing what was happening but powerless to
resist......
Another rush of megalomania and then I shut down the program and went
downstairs.
She stood, legs trembling. I could tell that she wanted to slump down
but the tether at her collar prevented it. Her latex stockings were
again coated in her juices her body covered in sweat. I freed her
ankles first holding her steady as she moved her legs for the first
time in several hours. Next I disconnected everything, though I left
the vibrator and butt plugs in their respective holes. Finally I
freed her neck and fastened a leash to the collar. Taking the
spreader
bar along I lead her up from the dungeon and into the house. This
is not as risky as it sounds, I have an excellent security system that
warns me of any visitors and a gate ensures that they can only reach
the house if I want them to. I sat her on a kitchen chair and gave
her water. She said nothing but "Thank you Master" at the end all
fight temporarily gone.
In fact she seemed so submissive that my hard on returned and this
time would not be denied. I decided to do something about it.
With the gag still hanging from her neck I took her to the living
room where I replaced the spreader and used the remaining ropes to
secure her wrists to it. This resulted in a kind of hog-tie which
left
her kneeling before me as I sat in my chair. Unfastening my leather
pants I pulled my hard dick free then pulled her head towards it.
"I'm giving you the honor of blowing me slave, do it well and you will
be excused punishment for the rest of the afternoon." I did consider
telling her what would happen to her if she bit me, but I thought that
could give her idea's. I had a ring gag for just this occasion but it
was downstairs in the cabinet so I watched with some trepidation as
her mouth engulfed me.
I was intending to give her demerits based on lousy technique. Sam
gave great head and I had come to expect a lot from my partner. It
soon became apparent though as the tip of her tongue played lightly
over the engorged head that Caroline was a virtuoso on the skin
flute. I gasped, struck dumb as she sucked on my balls, next she deep
throated me quickly and easily with no hint of gagging. I looked down
at her blindfolded face, mouth around my dick a dribble of my precum
on her chin and the only thought on my mind was that I was glad she
couldn't see the stupid grin on my face. Somehow through the haze of
rapidly mounting pleasure I remembered what I'd planned to do during
this occasion. Hands trembling I reached for the remote control unit
on the table beside me. I still don't know how I found the right
button (she was licking the length of my dick like a lollipop at the
time), yet I managed to push it. Then I sat back enraptured whilst
somewhere in the bowels of the house a computer executed it's program.
Ten seconds later the phone rang. We both stiffened I through release
of anticipation, she in shock. Her mouth was still around my dick so
using one hand to hold her head in place I answered the phone.
The voice on the other end was that of the house management computer
telling me the internal temperature, the selections on the VCR, the
states of the lights, but for Caroline's benefit I pretended it was a
friend a few miles down the road wanting to visit.
"Sure Bob come on over," I said aware of the faint noises coming from
my dick gagged slave, "But give me a few minutes ok, I was just
playing with a new toy and need a few minutes to tidy up."
I hung up, pleased she hadn't decided to bite me. It had been a risk
without the ring gag but a small one. I figured the gag incident
would stop her from trying anything too extreme for a while.
I grabbed the side of her head, actively fucking her face for the
first time. She wasn't stupid, she took this as a signal I wanted to
finish, stopped teasing and instead started sucking hard and bobbing
backwards and forwards in a strong persistent rhythm. I could hear the
tiny metal clanking noises that the nipple clamps chain made as it
struck the tight leather of the bustier. I felt I would die in ecstasy
and wondered if Caroline would be rescued with me gone. My hazy
mind was full of the headlines "Noted writer dies in kinky sex
session, girlfriend unable to free herself dies of exposure." Then
suddenly I exploded in her mouth.
"Swallow every drop slave, every mark on the carpet is one on your
hide." She needed no extra encouragement swallowing the cum with a
terrified look on her face.
I took hold of the gag around her neck and pushed the rubber
mouthpiece against her lips. "Open wide slave, we have guests coming
and it's time to make sure that you stay good and quiet!" She
hesitated, but only for a second until she remembered the
repercussions. The gag lesson was one that had been well learned.
I strapped the gag tightly ensuring that she could make only the
slightest of noises, then I dragged her across the room and behind a
large couch. The spreader bar hog-tie arrangement was strict enough,
but to avoid her rubbing her crotch against the floor I turned her on
her back so that her heels and shoulders formed a tripod arrangement
with her knees and pussy thrust high in the air. She moaned slightly
at the uncomfortable position but hey, she's the slave. Still I did
feel a little guilty after she gave such good head so I ran quickly to
my office and got a little battery box for the dildo and butt plug.
A few second to connect everything and she was buzzing away again. I'd
set the device to a level that I thought was close to her orgasm
point; it was possible she could get lucky and cum but restricted as
she was I doubted it.
"My friend is coming here slave," I said with maximum malice, "If he
even suspects that you are here I'll make you suffer."
Retrieving the remote I sat in a chair where I could see her clearly,
then I punched in some numbers and waited. The house has an excellent
surround sound system, over fifty compact speakers in discrete places
in all the main rooms. Sam had contacts in the music industry and we
had talked about hosting private concerts once we were married.
With this in mind I had extended the system installing a number of
mikes
and a multitrack recorder so that I could record the events for later
enjoyment.
When Sam had dumped me the system had languished and the only use
I'd made of it was during an impromptu game of "blindman's buff" I'd
hosted during the house warming party. Still the success of that trick
had
inspired me to use it to test Caroline.
Across the room came the sound of the door opening.
"Ah Bob," My disembodied voice said, "What can I do for you?"
"Sorry to trouble you Dick, but the portable printer I have seems to
be broken." Bob Cummings was perhaps my closest neighbor and one of
those people who are destined to be victims of technology. When he had
discovered that I was a computer columnist he had immediately assumed
that I would provide free technical support for his every problem. I
had recorded this incident a few weeks before when his inkjet had run
out of ink ("Oh, you mean I need to refill it??"). Since then I'd
spent a couple of weekends making sure that it would sound like a real
live event to someone on the floor in Caroline's position. The test
was clear, she had been ordered not to draw attention to herself, yet
as far as she knew a total stranger had just walked into the room.
I watched her as the conversation turned to printers and refills. She
moved occasionally, mainly thrusting her crotch in the air, but it was
unclear if her intention was to get off or get free. In either case
she made no obvious sounds. I began to wonder if she had discovered
the deception, but I couldn't see how. The floors were concrete
ensuring no conduction of footfalls and the sound quality was
excellent. I sat and watched her as she made small movements
behind the couch. This was not the thrashing and screaming I'd
expected at this point but by now the voices could be heard only
faintly from one of the other rooms. Several minutes passed then the
conversation reentered the room from my study with Bob
asking about the list price of my desktop printer ("I guess you don't
know huh? I mean you journo's get given this kind of thing...")
Phantom Bob was leaving, if she thought that there was any possibly
of rescue she would have to make the move soon. I held my breath,
waiting for the faint muffled scream the sudden thrashing of limbs but
it didn't come. The posture collar made head movement impossible but
with the little leg movement she had left she had turned on her side
to face the departing sound. Yet despite the fact that "Phantom Bob"
and I held a conversation just in front of the couch behind which she
was hidden and she must have known that her gagged screams would carry
at least that far; she made no attempt to alert him to her presence.
Phantom Bob left and the recording ended. I went over to her and
removed the hog-tie and spreader. I didn't bother to hobble her as
high
heeled boots are difficult enough to walk in. Attaching the leash I
lead her downstairs. I removed the posture collar and replaced it with
her usual one, removed the blindfold, then I removed the dildo and
butt plug along with the leather panties. She was as expected very
wet, and the slight moans that accompanied removal of the dildo seemed
to confirm that she had still been denied an orgasm. I removed the
pad gag and replaced the ballgag around her neck.
"Very good slave. As a reward for your obedience I will leave you
ungagged for the rest of the morning as long as you don't speak,
understand?"
She nodded her agreement.
Then I took her back to her cell fastened her hands in front of
her, with a chain to a ring on her collar ensuring that her crotch was
out of reach. Then I refastened her collar to the wire and told her to
get some sleep. She settled down happily, glad that the gag was still
around her neck and not in her mouth.
It was about twelve when I took her from the cell and back into the
dungeon. She started to ask questions so I regagged her, she gave me a
betrayed look but didn't kick up a fuss when I lead her to the table.
I did have some trouble when I strapped her down so I upped the
pressure. "Well well well Cunt. So this is a demonstration of the
of your obedience to your MASTER. All you are doing is making your
punishment far worse." She stopped struggling and looked at me with
big frightened eyes, I continued to tighten straps. I stood back and
surveyed my handiwork. Her gloved hands where cuffed above her head,
her collar fastened to the table. I had fastened her waist to the
frame of the table with a wide leather belt and had cuffed her ankles
to the two table legs. She was spread and vulnerable, her pussy on
the
very edge of the table and at the perfect height for sex. She must
have realized this because she continued to struggle as best she could
as I went over to the basement room. Here I collected a towel and a
basin I had brought from upstairs. Coming back to the table I put the
basin down next to her and reached inside. The gag barely muffled her
scream when I opened the straight razor in front of her. It was a
family heirloom left to me by some great uncle. He had apparently
taken it with him in his journeys around the world but I suspected
that he had never taken it where I was about to.
Gently I used the warm water to dampen the bush of fine brown hair
between her legs. She stiffened beginning to see what I had in mind, I
could see her pondering it. A minute ago she had been convinced she
was about to be raped, now she faced this which was in many ways
worse. I started to soap her crotch, being carefull not to touch the
bustier or the latex stockings. By the time I had brought the blade
near
to her helpless body she had decided that she wanted no part of it
and
started to squirm as best she could.
Holding the razor up menacingly I smiled. "I'd stop that if I were
you, this isn't the kind of place I'd like a nick." I played the light
reflecting from the blade across her face.
She froze, eyes firmly closed, breathing in short bursts, as still as
a
statue as I shaved her pussy. I didn't completely denude the area, I
left a small oval patch just above her clit for decorative purposes.
I had to confess that I'd done a good job as I ran my fingers over her
smooth soft flesh. She groaned a little and I was suddenly aware of my
almost painful hard on. Reaching down I opened her cunt lips and
lowered by face onto her exposed clit. It would appear that the shave
had been stimulating to her also, for the little nub was already
engorged. Gently my tongue touched it, she heaved in a huge gasping
breath, her hips straining against the imprisoning belt. I licked and
a muffled groan issued from her gagged lips. I started in
earnest, each lick, nibble or suck accompanied by a gasp groan or
murmur from the far side of the table. I thrust my tongue deep in to
her, savoring her salty flavor mixed with the smell of the soap and
listening to her muffled whinnies as she went wild. I paused and
looked up, fingering her with my gloved hand as I watched her,
tear-filled eyes closed, hard thrusting nipples, mouth straining
against the ball. I smiled, my slave on the brink of orgasm. She
noticed the drop in sensation and looked up. "Want me to fuck you
Slave?" She shook her head defiantly, I just fingered a little
faster. One set of her lips slid helplessly over the rubber ball, the
others over my leather fingers. Her breathing and moans came in
staccato bursts and I knew she was close, so I stopped. She squealed
something and tried to trust her hips up against my hand. Helpless,
so close to cumming but unable to stimulate herself that extra little
bit, she thrashed against her bonds.
"I'll only ask once more Slave. Do you want to be fucked?"
Her eyes were full of the terrible internal conflict, she so
desperately wanted to cum but the humiliation of her position, to
have to beg her rapist to fuck her...... I helped her out, I turned
away. She gave a muffled squeal and strained against the bonds,
gloved
hands and booted ankles tugging in futile desparation, the
fire in her crotch burning away the last of her self respect.
I turned, "Well Slave?" She closed her eyes, and nodded. In seconds
I was in her, my shaft buried in her warm tight hole. As I thrust her
pussy started spasming, drawing me further inside, her passion expressed as
little gagged screams her body straining all the time. Under any
circumstances she would have been a good fuck, but combined with her
complete helplessness she turned me on more than any woman in my life.
All thoughts of Samantha were swept away as we came together, her
muffled scream filled the air as I pumped my load into her.
I pulled out and cleaned us both up with the towel I'd brought to dry
her. She seemed quiet so I leaned over and removed her gag. There was
silence for a few minutes as I rehobbled her legs and prepared to
unstrap her from the table.
At last she spoke, "You raped me!"
"WE had sex," I corrected, "Rape implies lack of consent, YOU asked me
to fuck you twice and that nod wasn't my imagination either."
"I'm your prisoner, you would have done it to me anyway."
I smiled, "Be very careful what you say Cunt or you could make life
hard for yourself. Truth is that you wanted it so bad you
begged for it, and now that it's over you are horrified that you
actually got off on it so suddenly you are the poor victim again."
She was silent deep in thought as I eased her off the table and
fastened her hands behind her. I reached for the gag.
"Please don't," She smiled at me, a warm deep smile that convinced me
that I had chosen the right girl. "Please Master, I thought we could
talk for a while, if you explain what you want....."
"Humm, obviously you paid more attention to your psych lectures than
your grades suggest." She went pale.
She swallowed nervously. "Who are you?" She asked, "I never said I was
a psych major."
I smiled, happy at her discomfort. "I am your master," I said. "I told
you once before you are not a random choice. If you were then the
police would probably be looking for you now. As it is I moved you out
of your apartment, and left your back rent so that Mr. Philips will be
happy that you're gone and won't ask any questions."
I stepped back so she could see me counting things off on my fingers.
"Lets see, I disposed of your car, YOU successfully got yourself
fired, Alice and Brenda are at that trade show in Chicago and your
mother complains that you never write regularly. Nobody knows you are
gone, no one will even notice that you are missing. Even assuming that
anyone reports you missing the police will think you left yourself.
There will be no rescue because no one cares that you're gone."
I saw her eyes fill with tears, "Lets face facts here, Caroline Conway
was an easy victim, but she doesn't exist anymore, all that's left is
a slave who doesn't know when to shut up."
"Please," She said her voice full of desperation, "You don't have to
gag me again. I hate it, I can't swallow properly and it hurts. This
place must be sound proof or you wouldn't have risked leaving me
ungagged earlier. You don't have to do it I'll be quiet I promise."
I smiled. "You misunderstand Cunt, you are gagged because I want you
gagged. You're right about the room being soundproofed, but the real
point here is that I own you. Whether you are, awake or asleep, hot
or cold, noisy or silent *I* decide. If you want to talk to me, that
is a privilege you earn through your obedience, not a right. Property
doesn't have rights slave I suggest you remember that." I looked at
the despair in her eyes as I pushed the bright red ball between her
teeth. Reaching behind her head I tightened the strap. "Later today
you'll get a chance to show your obedience slave, If you follow orders
you'll have a few hours ungagged, we'll talk then."
My gloved thumb traced the line of her lips as they formed an O around
the ball. "There, that's MUCH better. Trust me slave in a few years
you'll feel uncomfortable when you're NOT wearing a gag." My finger
caught the single silent tear that ran down her cheek, she sobbed as
the full impact of her situation hit home. "Get use to the idea slave,
it isn't as bad as it first appears." I lead her back to her cell,
attached the wire to her collar and left her sobbing on the bed.
