Captured Caroline - Chapter 3

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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.

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