Chapter 3: Opening Events
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 its 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, "Where 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
grid work 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 grid work 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 benefit 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 then 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. There 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 careful 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
desperation, 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.