Erica groaned into the thick rubber ball that filled her mouth as she stumbled across the room, the short chain between the tight metal cuffs on her ankles forcing her to take halting steps. The grip of her unseen captor was tight on her bare upper arm. The rough black bag that covered her head was still damp from the many tears she had cried during the long drive spent locked in the trunk of her own car. Her wrists hurt where the ungiving handcuffs bit into them behind her back, chafed from her earlier, desperate struggles to escape. Her ankles were spared some of that discomfort by the white cotton socks that protected them.
The man’s attack had been sudden and powerful. One moment, she had been standing near the trunk of her car, hitting the remote to unlock the doors, looking forward to a night alone at home after a long day of work. In the next moment, she had been thrust against the cool lid of the trunk, her cries quickly muffled by the ball that was still wedged between her teeth. The long drive in the car had given her plenty of time to curse herself for not reacting faster, for not finding away to fight back as the cold steel cuffs closed on her. When she thought of that moment of capture, she could still clearly hear the horrifying sound of them ratcheting closed on her wrists. Then, a moment later, she had been up-ended into the trunk, a bag thrust over her head and cinched, and her ankles trapped in iron before the lid closed and this strange journey began.
The grip on her arm changed and she was brought to a sudden stop, the chain between her ankles tinkling as she was brought up short. She tried, weakly, to pull away from his tight hold, her bare legs trembling from the exertion of the hurried walk after their long confinement in the trunk. Her breathing quickened as she heard a new rattle of chain from above, and she instinctively turned her cloth shrouded face upwards to look, seeing nothing through the opaque canvas.
“Uhhhh…. Uhhhh… Eeeeehhhzzzzzeeee” She cried out, her desperate pleas made incomprehensible by the thick gag as she felt cold chain wrap around her throat. The heavy metal pressed tight against the tender flesh of her neck. She heard the click of a padlock and then the footsteps of her captor walking away from her.
Standing alone now, chained in this strange place, unable to see her environs, she twisted her arms behind her back, trying to reach the tight leash that encircled her throat, but the cuffs on her wrists would not allow it. Taking a few, hesitant steps, she quickly discovered that the chain was connected to something above her head as she played out what little slack she had and felt it go taut against her neck.
As it had so many times on the drive to this place, her mind reeled with the thoughts of what was going to happen to her. Why had she been kidnapped? Why would someone do this to her? She wasn’t anyone important, just a flat-broke waitress at a sports bar, looking forward to a relaxing night at home, or at least what remained of it. Now here she was, in the hands of some lunatic, these damned chains making her powerless to protect herself. She prayed that it was some kind of prank or joke, and that the bag would be removed to reveal everyone she knew standing by laughing at her expense.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a clicking sound from above her, and she cried out as she felt the slack gradually begin to disappear in the chain on her neck. She screamed hysterically into her gag, small breasts rising and falling quickly as she panted for air through her nose. Slowly but firmly, the retracting chain pulled her back to where she had been standing when it was locked on her neck and then continued, drawing her up onto the toes of tennis shoes.
Eyes clenched shut beneath the covering bag as new tears spilled from them, her whole body tensed in anticipation; she waited for the inevitable moment when her feet would leave the ground. Instead, there was a final click of the chain and her rise stopped. The tension burst from her as her body was wracked with sobs of relief. Teetering awkwardly on her tiptoes, forced to rely at least partially on the chain on her throat for support, the weight of her hopelessness threatened to overwhelm her.
Lost in her misery, she didn’t notice that her captor had returned to her side until she felt his hand come to rest on her shoulder. She tensed at the sudden touch of his rough hand through the tight, thin material of her vertically striped, black and white shirt. And then the world was unbearably bright as he plucked the bag from her head. She blinked her eyes quickly, trying to adjust to the brightness of the bare light bulb that dangled above and in front of her. Almost gently, her turned her face to his and brushed back the strands of her auburn hair that were plastered to her cheeks by some sick combination of drool, tears, and sweat.
“You must be very frightened.” He said softly, holding her gaze. His voice and eyes seemed so normal, almost friendly, in stark contrast to her treatment thus far at his hands.
“Uh Huh” She croaked behind the gag, another sob wracking her body as she struggled to stay focused, remain strong, and hold back another bout of helpless tears.
“You must have so many questions to ask right now.” He continued, his voice remaining steady and calm, though his hand strayed from her shoulder down over the front of her shirt, cupping one of her breasts while the fingers of his other hand played absently with the knot of material between her breasts where the shirt was tied up. “You’re probably wondering why this is happening to you? Or perhaps what I intend to do to you?”
She nodded slightly, panting for air through her nose, though the movement of his hand over her body told her that the answer to one of those questions might be as bad as she feared. Releasing her breast after a gentle squeeze, his hand glided slowly over her smooth, bare stomach beneath the tied up shirt, the touch of his fingers to her bare flesh sending nervous shivers through her. His hands continued their roaming, slipping down over her waist and around behind her to grab the firm globes of her ass for a moment, caressing them through the tight black material of her spandex shorts. She felt hot new tears spring to her eyes despite her best efforts as his hands explored her helpless body. She could only watch as he sank to his knees in front of her, his hands continuing down over her trembling thighs, caressing and exploring her legs until they reached her confined ankles.
“Would you like me to take the cuffs off you?” He asked as he untied the laces of her left sneaker, lifting her foot slightly to remove the shoe before placing her socked toes back down on the floor.
“Uh huh” She grunted desperately, drool from around the gag dripping down over her chin to land on her small, heaving breasts, and dampening the material of her shirt.
“I’ll be happy to remove them, pet, but only after we’ve taken a moment to ensure that you understand a couple rules.” He continued after her answer, moving to the other shoe and removing it as he had the first. Somehow, she felt more helpless with only the white athletic, knee socks covering her feet now, and not only because she now had to stand up further on her toes to avoid more pressure on her neck. The theft of her shoes felt an exceptionally cruel measure to her, in spite of everything else he was doing to her, as if she had lost some connection to her prior life.
“First of all…” He spoke, his voice continuing in the same calm manner as he rose to his feet, hands continuing to glide easily over her body. “When I remove this gag, and on those occasions when I do not keep something stuffed between those pretty lips of yours, you may only speak in response to questions, or when you have been granted permission to do so. Understood?”
She nodded quickly, as much as the tight chain on her neck would allow, a cold shiver running down her spine as he moved to stand behind her, one hand cupped beneath each of her breasts. She felt dizzy, sniffling through her nose as her world seemed to be quickly collapsing around her. His index fingers made slow, lazy circles around her nipples through the thin material of her shirt, and she gasped when he suddenly pinched each nipple between a thumb and forefinger. She yanked once more at the relentless steel cuffs that imprisoned her wrists, whimpering in pain as he continued to apply pressure to the base of her nipples.
“Secondly…” He continued, and she shifted on her toes, trying to step forward slightly to relieve some of the pain to her breasts. “If you do not do what you are told, when you are told to do it, you will be punished. Do you understand?”
“Eeehhhhssssshhhhh!” She screamed into the gag, sputtering as a new torrent of drool slipped past her forcibly opened lips, spilling onto the front of her shirt. She desperately wanted to force his hands away, to run away from him, but the maddening chains kept her held tightly in place.
Erica staggered; losing her balance as he suddenly released his grip on her nipples. Teetering awkwardly, she coughed around the gag as the chain on her throat tightened while she struggled to regain her balance. After a few tense and fearful moments, she found her precarious footing once more, tears streaming down her cheeks as she panted in relief. The steel cuffs on her ankles clanked as she brought them together, straining high up on her toes to reduce the tension on her throat.
While she balanced, trying to make sense of the impossibility of it all, she felt her captor’s hands in her hair. Drawing her auburn tresses back, she moaned in relief as she felt him release the leather straps of the gag, and then pull the thick rubber ball from where it was pressed behind her teeth. She worked her jaw, opening and closing her mouth for a few moments while she tried to alleviate the cramp that threatened to overtake it.
“Oh God… oh God…” She whimpered, sobbing with relief. “Thank you… Thank you…”
She felt his hands on hers behind her back, and quivered in anticipation of the release of the vile handcuffs from her sore wrists. Instead of release, however, his hand closed on the chain between them, and she felt him draw her wrists up high on her back. She tugged reflexively against the pressure as he held them in place.
“Pleeaassseee….” She whined her voice breaking as she pleaded with him. “J-just take them off. You don’t have to do this. I’ll… I’ll be… I’ll be-”
Her desperate plea was broken off by the thud of his palm against her left ass cheek. She staggered on her tiptoes as the blow rocked her, the thin fabric of her shorts offering her no protection from its force. Before she could react, or even fully process the first strike, he delivered a second to her right cheek, and this time she yelped, crying out in surprise and pain.
“Please! Stop!” She cried out as his hand landed on her ass again, blushing crimson as tears born of both pain and humiliation sprung to her eyes. “Don’t!”
“How quickly we forget the rules.” He said calmly, his voice betraying no hint of his emotions as he struck her ass again, still holding tight to the chain between her wrists. She clenched her eyes shut and bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying out as a fourth, stinging slap landed on her tender flesh, and then a fifth. The blows were getting harder, she realized, and what had originally seemed to be merely degrading was becoming truly painful now. Sobbing, tears spilling from her eyes, her breath hissed behind clenched teeth as he struck her twice more in quick succession. She could feel her firm ass cheeks reddening and growing warmer as the assault continued. She wanted to plead with him to stop, to spare her this punishment, but the reality of his ridiculous “rules” was sinking in now.
“Let that be a lesson to you.” He whispered in her ear after a tenth and final blow, finally releasing the chain between her handcuffs. “You’ve endured your first punishment session, though I don’t believe it will be your last.”
“What’s your name, pet?” He asked as he walked back around in front of her.
“It’s… it’s Erica.” She responded between gasps of air, her cuffed hands rubbing the sore flesh of her ass.
“And how old are you?” He continued, drawing a cigarette from a fresh pack and holding it between his lips. Again, his “normalness” shocked her. He seemed like someone she might meet on the street, wearing worn jeans and a long sleeve black shirt, and yet here he was.
“I’m tw-twenty three.” She stammered, the pain of the spanking finally subsiding into a dull ache. It seemed impossible to her that he would be asking these sorts of questions. Had it just been random chance that he grabbed her? A long list of questions was bottlenecked in her mind, but she bit her tongue, afraid of another spanking.
“Are you a student at the University here?” He asked before lighting the cigarette between his lips and taking a long, luxurious draw.
“Yes... I mean… No, not right now.” He raised his brow as she answered, so she continued. “I was, but I dropped out. I want to go back, but I haven’t really figured out what I want to do yet.”
“So you wait tables while you get that figured out?” He asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
“Yeah…” She said softly, holding his gaze as he stared into her eyes, trying to focus on his questions as an island of reality in this nightmarish place. “The money’s pretty good… and there are always extra hours to pick up.”
“Do you like your job?” He asked, and she tensed slightly as he stepped in a little closer to place his hand on her bare hip.
“I-it’s… ok.” She nearly whispered, feeling new tears threatening to overtake her.
“What about the uniform?” His hand moved to the waistline of the lowslung spandex shorts, tracing along the edge that marked the boundary between the bare flesh of her stomach and that concealed by the tight material. “How does it make you feel to go out dressed like this?”
“I… I… I don’t really…. really think about it…” She whimpered, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “You know… it’s just for fun… for the guys at the bar.”
“I bet you get great tips.” He said softly.
“P-pretty good.” She sobbed, her voice cracking as she felt the tip of his finger slip under the waistband of the shorts.
“Do you live alone?” He asked, his finger gliding slowly along he hip toward her backside, still under the edge of the shorts.
“No. I have a room mate.” She gasped as she felt his finger hook under the string of her thong, drawing it up from concealment, the bright pink band across her left hip now.
“Is that by choice?” He continued as a finger on his other hand drew out the waistband of the thong on the other hip. “Or would you rather live alone, but need help with the rent?”
“I’d… I’d rather live alone.” She whimpered, tensing and rising up a little further on her toes as he drew up on the pink waistband, the thong wedging further into the crack of her ass beneath the shorts.
“Did you like your life?” He asked, still holding tight to her thong and using it to draw her closer to him.
She opened her mouth to answer, but couldn’t find any words. A choking sob escaped her lips. She felt utterly powerless as she stood before him, locked tightly in the wicked chains, her mind spiraling quickly into a tailspin of despair.
“It doesn’t really matter whether or not you did.” He spoke, his soft voice hardening slightly as his eyes narrowed. “As of the moment I found you, that life is over. Tell me. Have you ever been bound before? Tied up?”
“N-no.” She answered quickly, grateful to have a less emotional question to latch on to.
“That’s a shame for you really.” He answered, his eyes revealing what appeared to be true compassion, as his hands finally released her thong and reached around behind her back to caress her arms. “It might have made this transition easier for you. How does it make you feel?”
“How do you think it makes me feel?” She snapped, a flash of anger lighting in her belly.
“I know how I think it makes you feel.” He smiled a crooked grin, his hands coming to rest on her bound wrists, caressing them gently. “But I want you to tell me how it feels right now. You have my permission to say whatever you please.”
“I hate it!” She cried out, turning her face away from him to stare at a point on the bare, stone wall, not wanting to see whatever her captor’s reaction might be as the words gushed from her. “They’re too tight, so my wrists hurt. A-and my legs hurt from being up on my toes like this. But I have to stay up on my toes because you’ve got this fucking chain wrapped around my neck, and it will choke me if I don’t.”
She felt him draw in close to her, his arms wrapped around her in an embrace as he continued to hold her bound wrists. Trembling against him, the strain on her bound body seeming to grow as she talked about it, she could feel his hard cock pressing against her body through his jeans.
“Please just let me go…” She begged, sobbing openly now. “You don’t have to do this to me. I won’t tell anyone. I swear. Just let me go.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, pet.” He whispered in her ear as she cried. “But I can let you out of the cuffs and allow you to ask a couple questions, if you will make a deal with me.”
“Yes, please, yes!” She cried into his shoulder, her tear-streaked cheeks resting against his shirt. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want… just take them off.”
“After I take them off, you will have to strip for me.” He spoke calmly, his breath hot on her ear. “I will allow you to ask me one question for each item of clothing you remove.”
“Wh-what?” She gasped, eyes going wide as his words struck her. “You will undress yourself.”
“No, please… don’t… don’t make me…”
“I’m not making you.” He answered, his voice level. “If you choose not to disrobe for me, I will flay the cloth from your body with a whip. How they are removed is your choice. But make no mistake. They will be removed.”
“Oh god… oh god….” She moaned, her voice barely a whisper. “Ok… I’ll do it.”
She exhaled with relief as the key rasped in the lock and the tight steel cuffs were removed from her wrists. Her sore shoulders protested as she brought her hands around in front of herself for what felt like the first time in an eternity, rubbing the chafed flesh where the metal had held her. Still up on her toes, she watched as he crouched and unlocked and drew away the other restraints from her ankles. As he turned and walked away, her hands went immediately to the chain on her neck, scrabbling at it and the heavy padlock that held it in place. She found no give in either material, still as helplessly imprisoned as she had been while wearing the cuffs, only slightly more comfortable. A short distance away, her captor pressed one of two industrial-style buttons on the wall. With a rattle, the chain on her neck rose for a moment and she cried out, grabbing it with both hands, and then it went entirely slack and she collapsed to the floor in a heap.
“You bastard.” She hissed angrily, her heart hammering in her chest from the aftereffects of the terror of being hung that had gripped her for a moment.
“Tsk… tsk… tsk…” He shook his head as she slowly regained her feet, feeling nearly free with the slack in her leash now, but still locked to the ceiling. “You’ll have to be punished for that language later.”
She opened her mouth to protest, and then closed it quickly, not wishing to make matters any worse than they already were. Her whole body ached as she stood looking at him, but she was grateful to be out of the handcuffs, and to not be forced on her toes any longer. Her stomach fluttered, filled with dread and fear, as she realized the price that she had paid for it, though. Her trembling hands moved to the knot of the shirt tied between her breasts, and she gazed at her captor, pleading silently with wide eyes to not be forced to strip herself. She saw no mercy in his cold eyes and barely suppressed a new burst of tears as she, shaking, untied the knot and let the striped shirt slip down off her arms. Her small breasts rose and fell slowly, barely covered by the sheer pink material of the bra that was designed to hide beneath the shirt.
“Are…. Are you…. Are you going to h-hurt me?” She finally managed to choke out, blushing crimson with humiliation as she began to undress before this stranger.
“Yes.” He replied. “Quite badly at times, I imagine.”
“But why?” She sobbed, hugging herself tightly as hot tears stung her wide eyes.
“I’m afraid you have to pay up front for your questions.”
Trembling, breath quickening, she hooked her thumbs under the waist of her spandex shorts. Swallowing hard, she slid them quickly down her legs, stepping first from one leg and then the other. She kept her gaze locked on his eyes while she removed them and dropped them with the shirt.
“I will hurt you because I am sure that you will need to be punished from time to time. You’ve already earned two in just your short time here. And I will hurt you because it thrills me to see you cry.”
His words seemed to hollow something out in her. She felt almost detached from her body as she lifted her left leg and slid the sock down her calf and off her foot. A slight shiver ran up her spine as she placed the bare sole of her foot back down on the cold cement floor.
“Are you going to kill me?” The words rushed from her lips before she had time to think of what she wanted to ask.
“I hope not to. It would be a tragic waste.”
“When will you let me go?” She asked, mechanically removing her other sock, wearing only her pink thong and bra now, as well as the heavy chain on her throat.
“When I grow bored of you.”
Bending her elbows, she reached up behind her back to the clasps of her bra. Pausing before releasing them, she looked across the room at her captor, who stood leaning against the wall. The placement of her hands reminded her vividly of the spanking she had received earlier, and she shuddered at the painful memory. Unclasping the bra, she slid it down her arms and let it fall to the ground, her small, round breasts falling free. The air felt cool against so much of her bare skin.
“Why me?” She asked, her voice low, one hand moving instinctively to cover each breast.
“You won’t like the answer to this one, pet.” He said soothingly. “You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’ve been prowling the streets here since I got into town a couple days ago, and you were the first attractive target that I found who I could take. Had you called off work today, or stayed late, or even if someone else had just been out before you, your life might not have taken this turn.”
It was just random chance? Her mind reeled. Nothing more than bad luck had resulted in her falling into the sick pervert’s clutches. She was in some strange basement, wearing only her thong, and locked to a chain on the ceiling. She’d been spanked, humiliated, and tied up for hours now, and it was all just by chance?
“Please…. Do I have to… do I have to take off any more?” She whimpered.
Without answering, he turned and walked the short distance to what looked like a workbench. Looking it over for a moment, he selected what looked almost like a conductor’s wand. It was longer, though, and thin, looking like it was made out of flexible wood. He tapped the end of it against the palm of his hand as he turned to face her again.
“No!” She cried out, quickly thrusting her fingers under the string of the thong and pushing it down her legs, baring her neatly trimmed pussy. “Don’t! I’ll take it off!”
“Then, to answer your last question: No, you don’t have to, but I already told you the consequences if you didn’t.” He grinned wickedly, returning to the buttons on the wall.
“That wasn’t my question… I didn’t mean…” She sobbed, goose bumps rising on seemingly all of her flesh, as she now stood naked before her captor, one hand over her pussy and the other arm across her breasts.
“What you meant doesn’t matter, pet.” He smiled as he pushed the button on the wall again and the chain on her neck slowly began to retract up toward the ceiling. Trembling, she kept herself covered with her hands as she was once again drawn back to the familiar spot. The chain dug into her throat, pulling relentlessly at her.
When the chain finally came to a halt, she was once again up on her toes, though bare toes this time. She watched her captor pick up a box from next to the workbench and carry it over to her, setting it on the floor beside her feet. A glance down into it let her see what appeared to be a bundle of black leather straps and buckles. From within the box, he picked out what looked to be nothing more than a short leather belt.
“Hands behind your back.” He ordered coldly. “Palms together.”
“Please.” She whimpered. “You don’t have to tie me up again. I won’t try to escape. I couldn’t even if I wanted to with this chain on my neck.”
“That’s another punishment you’ve earned.” He responded simply. “Must I repeat myself?”
With a quiet whine, she moved her hands behind her back, placing them palm to palm. She was grateful that he was standing behind her and unable to see her now fully exposed breasts and pussy, but knew that it was only a matter of time. Her heart rate quickened as she felt him wrap the thin leather belt around her wrists, and then cinch it tightly in place, pinning them together. With the little belt in place, once again making her hands useless to her, he wove her fingers together into a ball.
“Keep them that way.” He order as he reached into the box again, this time withdrawing what looked like a long, black leather sleeve, festooned with buckles and straps. She trembled at the sight of it and then looked straight ahead, keeping her fingers wrapped up in a ball as ordered.
“Wh-what is it?” She asked softly as she felt him slip the sleeve up her arms behind her.
“It’s called a single glove, or armbinder.” He responded, pushing it all the way up her arms until her clenched hands slid into a soft pocket at its end.
“And why are you… why do I…” She stammered, trying to find the words as the shape of the soft sheath drew her arms closer together behind her back, pulling back on her shoulders slightly. “Why do you want it on me?”
“Because it’s quite an effective form of restraint, for one thing.” He answered, not seeming to object to her questioning as he wrapped a pair of straps sprouting from the top of the thing across her chest, crisscrossing them between her breasts and buckling them in place to hold the sheath up high on her arms.
“But… but…. Please, you don’t have to restrain me. I told you… I told you…” She winced as he began to tighten the straps on the thing, gradually drawing her arms closer and closer together inside its leather embrace.
“It’s ok, pet. Just try to relax.” He whispered as he continued to cinch the thing tighter and tighter behind her. “I’m going to let you talk now while we get you dressed because I know that this is hard for you. And you have quite an ordeal ahead of you after we’re done.”
“But please… I can’t get away…” Erica gasped, breathing faster as she felt her shoulders gradually drawn backwards as her elbows nearly came together inside the armbinder. “I’m so scared… Oh god, please, I’m scared. I’m just a girl…”
“And a beautiful one at that, but I am not keeping you bound because I need to.” He cinched the last strap of the cruel device tightly in place, her arms now welded together uselessly behind her back in its leather grip. “I am keeping you bound because I enjoy it.”
Not daring to speak again for fear that her emotions would overcome her once more, she tugged helplessly at her bound arms while he reached into the box for another wide, strap-covered piece of leather. Though more confining than the cuffs which she had earlier worn, the binder was at least not as uncomfortable as the steel against her flesh. Still, she’d have traded her position now for what she had viewed as hellish then. At least then, she’d been dressed, and the increased restriction of the new bondage made her feel infinitely more helpless.
He wrapped the new piece of leather around her waist. It looked like a corset, the sort of thing that belonged on the cover of a romance novel, though infinitely more sinister in appearance when crafted of black leather. It came up to just below the straps that circled her breasts, and the front and sides of it were set with a number of sturdy silver rings. As he began to buckle it in place on her, pulling tight on the straps on the back, she felt it gradually pressing harder and harder against her waist.
“What are you doing?” The words rushed from, along with her breath, as he yanked hard on the straps, gradually compressing her abdomen with each successful notch of tightening. “Stop…. It’s too tight. I can’t breath.”
“Take shallow breaths, baby, and relax.” He whispered softly as he put the finishing touches on the tight corset.
“Oh yeah, I’ll just relax!” She spat angrily, squirming as she yanked at the leather that held her. “I’m trapped in a room with some sick pervert fuck who gets his kicks from tying me up and his box of twisted toys. I should just lie back and take it?!”
“It looks like you don’t have a choice, doesn’t it?” He spoke softly as he wrapped a leather belt, with rings like those that adorned the corset, around the middle of her left thigh, buckling it in place.
“Does it make you feel strong?” She hissed, trying to sound stronger than she felt, watching as he connected a thin chain that dangled from the side of the thigh-belt up to the side of the corset to stop it from potentially slipping down. “Does tying up a girl half your size make you feel big?”
“No.” He answered her accusation with the same, even tone, continuing her bondage by attaching a matching leather cuff to her right thigh. “It just makes me hard as hell.”
She glared down at him as he squatted to wrap a leather cuff around her right ankle. She wanted to kick at him, but she had no leverage, and could do nothing to stop him as he buckled and locked the leather firmly around her slender ankle. A matching cuff was applied to her left ankle, and she saw that they also were fitted with the same silver rings that the other pieces of leather held. Her legs were now each fitted with a pair of cuffs, though they were still not attached to anything. She had the feeling that this would not remain the case for long.
He rose slowly, holding on to the ring on the left ankle cuff as he returned to his feet. He bent her knee as he lifted her bare foot from the floor and she shifted uncomfortably, trying to keep her balance on the toes of one foot now. Foot lifted completely, her calf and heel pressed to the back of her thigh and ass, she heard a metal click and looked down to see that he had clipped the ring of the ankle cuff to the matching ring on her thigh. She tugged at it, but found no give, her bare foot now uplifted behind her.
“The sole of the foot is very susceptible to pain.” He said calmly, standing behind her now, and she felt the light tap of the wand he had selected earlier against her twitching foot.
“What!?” She gasped, the tight corset forcing her to continue taking short, shallow breaths, struggling to maintain her balance while twitching to get her foot away from him. Don’t… don’t…. god, please, don’t hurt me…”
“I’m afraid that you’ve given me no choice, dear Erica.” He sighed. “Now that you’re dressed, it’s time for you to receive the two punishments you’ve earned.”
“No, don’t…. please don’t…” She whimpered, hating herself now for not fighting harder against the application of the leather that now held her so tightly in its grasp. “I… I can’t take it.”
“You will receive ten lashes with this birch rod.” He said calmly, ignoring her desperate pleas. “You will count off each strike. If you miss one, we begin again from one.”
Before she could reply, the lash came down hard on the tender sole of her foot and she cried out in pain. Tears instantly sprung to her eyes as the burst of agony tore through her body. Curling her little toes, pointing her foot upwards, she tried to shield it from another blow as it twitched helplessly against the leather cuff that held it in place. There was no avoiding the second lash of the slender rod as it came down hard on her tender flesh, crisscrossing the first. She bucked against the leather straps, drawing the leash up tight on her throat as she nearly fell.
“If you don’t start counting, you’re going to be here all day.” Her cruel captor said, standing behind her as brought the rod down hard on her heel.
“Three!” She cried out, sobbing helplessly as she squirmed against her leather restraints.
“Oh no, pet.” He corrected her, landing a fourth slash of the rod to the back of her right thigh, stunning her with its force and making her stumble forward on that one outstretched leg. “We start counting at one.”
“One… two…” She choked out between heaving sobs of pain. “Three… Four…”
“That’s only one now, pet.” He announced, grinning wickedly behind her, and then lashing the exposed back of her knee.
“Fuck!” She screamed, bordering on hysterics, as she leapt forward at the vicious attack to the back of her knee. Panicking, she hung from her neck for a moment, gasping for air, before she finally managed to get her foot back underneath her. The leg, two painful welts beginning to rise on the back of it, seemed so helpless and exposed as she regained her balance and stood as still as she could.
“That’s not a number that I’ve ever heard of.” He spoke calmly behind her. “We’d better start over at one.”
A long, low whine escaped her lips as she struggled to fight back the depression that threatened to overwhelm her mind. Stilling herself, she calmly awaited the next blow of the crop, trying to focus on her anger instead of her misery. Whoever this sick bastard was, she promised herself that she would make him pay. It felt like a very hollow threat, even in her own mind, as she stood before him, naked save for the twisted leather bondage devices that he had used to secure her, but she focused on it nonetheless. At some point, he would make a mistake, and she would be ready for it… she hoped.
“One!” She grunted as the rod lashed across her exposed sole again.
“Two!” She hissed as the next blow landed, holding back the expletives that formed on the tip of her tongue. “Threeeeee!!” She cried out as the next slash returned to the back of her knee, the word becoming a pitiful cry as she struggled to avoid recoiling and choking herself on the damned neckchain.
“F-four. Five!” He voice was a whimper as she called off one, and then another as two blows landed on the back of her stretched calf in quick succession. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gasped for air, outthrust breasts heaving with each sob.
“Halfway there now, pet.” He said cruelly as he brought the crop down again, across the twitching toes of her upturned foot.
“Six!” She screamed as the wicked blow sent a flash of white pain through her mind. It should be done now, she knew, furious that the first four hadn’t counted under the twisted rules of his game.
The next attack of the rod paralyzed her with its force, a terrible blow directly across the arch of her helplessly bound foot. She fell forward against the chain on her throat as she gasped for air, struggling to recover from the pain that tore through her little sole.
“Suh… Seh… Seven…” She groaned when air finally returned to her lungs, just in time for another blow from the rod, this time mercifully across her right ass cheek. “Eight!”
“Two more to go now, pet.” He spoke calmly as he came to stand before her, looking deep into her wide, tear-filled eyes as she gasped and sobbed. “I imagine that you will think twice before defying me now.”
“Nuh… Nuh… Nine…” She sobbed, her head falling forward, hair concealing her tear-stained cheeks as the ninth blow came across her belly. She stared down in disbelief, the angry red welt that began to rise on her flat belly vivid proof that the pain she felt was indeed hers.
She sobbed, watching helplessly as he ran the tip of the rod along the contours of her left breast. It felt so thin and light, its touch firm but not strong, hardly seeming capable of inflicting the torments that currently plagued her. She cried out, closing her eyes tightly and looking away as he pulled back the rod, lifting it high. Holding her breath, she tensed in anticipation of the forthcoming blow. When she heard his laughter, the air burst from her and she turned back to face him, lower lip quivering as she sobbed. He stood looking at her, smiling wickedly, the rod still upraised and poised to strike.
And then, without further warning, the rod came down hard across the center of her right nipple. Jumping back at the searing pain, she lost her precarious balance, falling backwards to dangle from the chain on her neck. He reached her in an instant as she sagged against the chain’s grasp, scooping her up easily with one hand on the firm globes of her ass and the other on her shoulder. She felt the clip on her ankle released and then the chain on her throat unlocked as she was set back on her feet, legs trembling.
“T-ten…” She sobbed as she began to recover. “Ten… ten… please… no more…”
She watched as he walked away from her, leaving her standing in the center of the large room. She realized that she was almost entirely free now. With the chain released from her neck, she only had the corset on her waist and the arm-binder to contend with. Unfortunately, the latter was almost entirely effective on its own, welding her arms into a straight and useless mass behind her, imprisoning her hands. She struggled against its control, but could find no give, her bare feet padding softly on the cold concrete floor as she turned, staying up on the toes of her sore left foot to avoid pressure against its aching arch and sole.
“I fear you’ll find no room for escape from it.” Her captor spoke, and she turned to face him. “I welcome you to try, but you’ll find that there is no hope of escape from this place.”
“Pleeeasssee…” She whined, stepping back gingerly away from him as he approached, favoring her right foot. “No more… just let me go… please, I’m begging you. I can’t take it.”
“Oh, but you must take it.” He said firmly, reaching up to grab her hair as he reached her, forcing her to bend forward under his control, and dragging her across the room with him. “And you’re still owed a second punishment.”
She sobbed helplessly, stumbling after him as he held tight to her hair, dragging her with him into a darkened corner of the room. Keeping her bent forward, he pressed her to a rough wooden saw horse, the length of its wooden top along her upper body. As she sobbed, she felt him draw leather straps around her waist against the tight corset that confined her waist, buckling it to keep her pressed against the beam of wood. Her small breasts fell to either side of the length of the top.
“You… You don’t have to do this!” She cried out hysterically as she felt herself buckled in place against the horse, bent forward uncomfortably. “Why!? Why are you doing this?!”
Without answering, he forced her to spread her legs, drawing each ankle wide to match the angle of the legs of the horse to which she was attached. She trembled helplessly against the rough wood as the cuffs on her ankles were locked in place to the bases of the legs, and then her thighs as well. It was a strange feeling, having these various attachments points on her body now. It sickened her how easily he could use them to bind her in place. She heard another click, and then a tug on the end of the arm-binder. The tug grew in intensity, slowly drawing her arms up behind her, pressing her harder against the horse.
“Wait! Stop! It hurts!” She cried out, trembling as she felt her sheathed arms drawn up behind her until they were perpendicular to her back. “Oh God, please get it off! Get it off! It hurts!”
Forced up on her toes as far as the cuffs that bound her ankles would allow by the horrific pressure on her shoulders, she squirmed desperately against the rough wooden horse. It felt as though her arms would tear free of their sockets, pulled so forcefully above her back as she bent forward. She bucked wildly against the horse, but it didn’t move, bolted in place to the hard floor. Her whole body revolted against the unnatural strain of the position, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out over her bare flesh as she struggled.
“No more… please… no… no more… I’ll do whatever you want.” She whined pitifully, straining desperately to find some relief from her forced stance. “I’m sorry… oh God, I’m so sorry… I’ll be good…”
“It’s called a strappado, pet.” He said, his voice silken smooth as he placed one hand on her firm, naked ass. “I’ve always wondered what it must feel like. It seems terribly uncomfortable.”
“It… it huuuuurtsss…” She whined, tensing as she felt his hand exploring the soft globes of her ass. “Please let me up… I can’t take any more...”
“Oh, poor little one.” He whispered, one of his fingers moving down to glide easily over the lips of her pussy, so exposed and open as she was bent forward for him. “This isn’t your punishment. That will be coming in a moment.”
She squirmed against the rough wood of the sawhorse as the tip of his finger played along her nether lips. This new violation of her body, combined with the terrible strain of the position in which she was bound, was too much for her. Breaking down into hysterical, helpless crying, she collapsed against the horse. Her whole body quivered as she sucked in air between each pathetic sob. She tried to talk, to plead with him for release, but could not find the words. Her world became only tears and pain as she trembled in the straps.
“It’s not all right!” She screamed, finding her words in the blur of pain and anger. “It’s not all right! You can’t fucking DO THIS!!”
“Oh, but I can.” He hissed as he entered her roughly with his finger, pushing the tip into her pussy. “I can do whatever I want to you. And right now, what I want is to fuck you.”
“Oh god… oh god… please don’t… don’t rape me.” She whimpered, gasping for air as he began to work her pussy with the intruding finger. “God, please, not like this.”
Her body tense, straining against her bonds, she heard him unzip his pants and the slight rustle of his jeans. His finger withdrew from her, and then was replaced with the tip of his cock. A long, low cry arose from somewhere deep inside her as the tip began to press against the lips of her pussy. She felt his hands on her ass, one squeezing each cheek hard as he slowly entered her. He groaned in pleasure as his cock filled her.
“You bastard… you sick fuck…” She moaned, straining with all her might against the tight leather that confined her as he entered her. “I’ll make you pay for this… so fucking help me… you piece of shit.”
He didn’t respond to her threats as he slowly slid in and out of her. She could do nothing to stop or slow him as he fucked her, using her like a piece of meat. She hated him in ways that she had never imagined herself capable. Every minute spent in this hellish basement was worse than the one before, and the twisted bastard showed no sign of slowing or stopping the pace. She tried to just zone out; to take her mind somewhere else while he fucked her body, increasing his pace as he became more worked up. But the pain in her arms and the confinement of the corset wouldn’t let her escape, forcing her to remain grounded mentally while she struggled.
She cried out in pain and surprise as he suddenly grabbed her hair and yanked back on it. Holding tight to a handful of it, he pulled back with each quickened thrust of his cock into her pussy. Screaming as he drove into her, she wept uncontrollably, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. And then he came with one final, hard thrust. She felt his body trembling as he released his hot cum inside her pussy, yanking back harder on her hair. For a few moments, he just held her there, pressed hard against her. Moaning in satisfaction, he slowly withdrew from her and wiped his cock on the inside of her thigh. She could feel his juices inside her. When he released her hair, she fell against the sawhorse, sobbing softly.
“You must be exhausted, pet.” He spoke softly, moving around next to her as he arranged himself back in his pants. “Would you like to get some rest now? Go to sleep?”
She nodded weakly, looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes as she felt his cum slowly drip down the inside of her thigh.
“Ok, baby.” He smiled warmly down at her, and she wanted to smash his teeth from his mouth. “You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow.”
“P-please…” She groaned, her voice hoarse from her screams. “Just let me go… you got what you wanted…”
“Hardly.” He said simply, and she cried out in relief as he released the chain that held her arms aloft, allowing her arms to fall back against her back. “Though you’ll find, pet, that if you manage to be a good girl, not every day has to be like this one.”
He released the locks that held her legs to the horse, and then unbuckled the belt around her waist, allowing her to stand again, on wobbly legs.
“Y-you don’t have to do that…” She whimpered as she watched him squat to attach a short chain between the leather cuffs on her ankles. It was clipped in place with carabineers on each end, and she burned with frustration, knowing how easily she could remove them if only she had her hands. “I won’t try to run… I can’t try to run…not like this.”
“But pet, if you’re not going to try to run, why do you care if I fetter you?”
“It’s just… it’s just…” She whined, tugging experimentally at the chain between her ankles, feeling it grow taut at her tug, watching her small foot in disbelief. “It’s so hard… not being able to move the way I want… it’s so frustrating… I can’t bear it like this… I can’t…”
He laughed softly at her outpouring of frustration, and then began to lead her across the room, drawing her after him with a finger hooked through on of the metal rings on the front of her corset. She stumbled awkwardly after him, struggling to deal with the chain that hobbled her. They reached one of the darkened corners of the room, and she stopped short when she saw what it held, causing him to lose his finger hold on corset ring.
“Wh-what… what is that for?” She whimpered, eyes going wide at the sight of the small, heavy metal cage that rested in the corner.
“That’s where you’ll be sleeping tonight.” He answered simply, as if the concept of her sleeping in a cage that seemed to be designed for the size of a dog was nothing abnormal.
“But… But I can’t fit in that.” She voice broke as she stared at him in disbelief.
“Oh yes you will. You can’t really expect better accommodations after how you’ve been acting up today, can you?” He opened the door with his foot and then grabbed her hair cruelly, forcing her down onto her knees next to him.
“No!” She cried as he forced her awkwardly down to the ground, struggling mightily against her bonds. “Not like this… I can’t sleep in there… I can’t sleep in this stuff…. Take it off…. Please….”
“Let this serve as motivation to be a better girl tomorrow, pet.” He said grimly, taking a small bundle of leather straps from a hook on the wall above the cage. “Now, open wide.”
She clenched her jaw as she saw what he held. It was another one of those red ball things like the one that he’d had in her mouth earlier, though this one had a lot more strapping attached to it. A part of her knew the futility of her resistance as she knelt there wrapped in his restraints, but a stronger part wouldn’t allow her to just accept this. That part screamed at her to fight him, to find some way to escape this horror.
“Please not that…” She hissed through clenched teeth as he pressed the ball against her pouting lips.
A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his other hand move down to her left breast, the fingers teasing the nipple as it thrust forward under the pressure of the armbinder.
“Ow! Fu-mmmpppphhhh” Her cry of protest as he pinched the base of her nipple was cut off by the thrust of the thick ball into her mouth, back behind her teeth again. She felt him wrap the straps around her head, a pair of them going diagonally across her face, partially obscuring her vision as it followed the sides of her nose. When the straps were buckled in place, they held the ball in place between her lips, and also forced her jaw to remain clamped shut on the rubber.
Grabbing her hair again, he forced her to bend forward. With a firm swat to her ass, he propelled her forward, shuffling awkwardly through the door of the little cage. She didn’t bother to fight him, feeling the helplessness of it now, focusing instead on getting inside it as easily as possible. It was a tight fit within the cramped confines of the cage, forcing her to draw her legs in under him so that he could close the door. Curling up on her side on the cold steel floor of the cage, she kicked out reflexively at the sound of the door closing. Squirming in her bonds, she began to cry again inside the little cage, lying on her side with her knees drawn up to her bare chest. The position and the inability to stretch out her legs at all seemed to amplify the effects of the tight corset on her waist.
Kneeling down next to the cage, her captor reached in to run his fingers along the side of her thigh. He seemed about to say something as she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. God, he wasn’t really going to leave her like this all night, was he? But then he simply rose, blew her a kiss and walked away. Trembling in the dark dimly lit corner, she cried out after him, her impassioned plea transformed to incomprehensible mewling by the gag in her mouth. She heard the click of the door as he left, closing it behind him, and then was left to the sounds of her tears and the creaking of her leather-ware.