Saturday 14 April 2012
SILENCE OF THE KITTENS
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She works in a small building in an industrial park, with an open
parking area but no security guards. This open area seemed at
first to be a bad place to make a "romantic pickup," but then I had
an idea that would make it possible even in this environment.
I rented a Ford Aerostar minivan, and drove to an area near her
parking lot. I waited until she got to work in the morning and
parked. She parked head-in, facing her building. I followed in the
Aerostar a few minutes later, and pulled in head first right next
to the driver's side of her car, so the van's sliding door faced
her driver's side door.
Her car was now hidden from view by a large vehicle, as though it
were hidden in a forest - and there was a bear waiting in this
forest.
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She worked a bit late again this evening, so the number of cars
had thinned, but that's good for me. Strike one for her. Like all
hunters, I can be patient when I need to be. She strolled out
towards her car alone; strike two. And, she was fumbling around in
her purse for keys rather than being nice and alert, like they
tell you in those cop shows. Strike three, you're out.
I was waiting in the Aerostar, looking out through the side
window. When she got within 100 feet, I got out through the rear door
of the minivan and crouched behind it. She unlocked her car and
opened the door, turning her back to me, and reached into my pocket
for a bandanna. As she went to get into her car, I stepped
behind her, wrapped the cloth around her mouth, and grabbed her around
the waist with my other hand. As her body stiffened in alarm, I
spoke into her ear, "Chloroform Active." She struggled of course,
but within seconds she had "lost consciousness." I released her
mouth as soon as I felt her slump, and hauled her into the back of
the Aerostar, and went back for her purse and keys. I locked her
car, too - no sense in losing it.
Once inside the van again, I went straight to work. I knew the
"chloroform" wouldn't put her out for long, so I had to work fast.
I began by applying her first piece of headgear for the night.
This was a leather bag, about 6 inches deep, with drawstring. The
drawstring was actually one of those plastic tie straps that they
use for electrical cables, where you can pull it shut but it
ratchet-locks and can't be pulled open again. Cops use them when they
run out of handcuffs. Even tiny ones are practically unbreakable
by human strength, and this one was a quarter-inch wide. Pulling
her own head off would be easier that breaking out of this, but
all I needed was a pair of large scissors - which she of course
would not have. The plastic-strap drawstring went from one side of
the bag to the other, 180 degrees away, where it was driven through
a 3-inch foam-rubber ball, and then back around to the beginning
where the strap met its other end.
I placed this bag over her head, thrust the ball(gag) securely in
her mouth, and tightened the strap. I then got another plastic
strap and looped it below her chin and over the top of her head.
Once it was tight, the headbag was secure. I looped a strap around
her throat (fairly loosely), and inserted a strap underneath it
in the back. I the secured her right wrist in this strap and
pulled it tight. The left wrist was secured to the back of her neck
and to the loop around her right wrist in the same fashion.
Finally, I secured her elbows together above her head with another strap.
I then pulled her over so that her head was near the passenger
seat, and secured her elbows to it with yet another strap. They
sell these things in bags of 50, and I brought three bags with me,
just in case.
I wrapped each ankle with straps looped together, then joined the
head of one strap with the tail of another, making one long strap
from the two. This went through the ankle straps and around her
thighs, drawing her feet up to her ass. I ran a strap through her
knees, and then with another strap, fastened her knees to the
back seat on the driver's side.
At this point, I must confess, my patience and composure left me
for a time. I sat back and gazed at her, stretched along the
floor of the minivan. She was wearing a short-sleeved blouse - blue,
my favorite color - through which I could see the outlines of her
bra, one of those "sports-bra" things. Her company must have a
relaxed dress code, for she was wearing blue jeans, though her shoes
were nice sandals with two-inch heels. Looking up to see if
anyone had seen me, I then crouched down and began to examine her. I
lifted her blouse and rolled up the bra to expose her breasts and
nipples. The blood rushed back into her breasts after I released
them from the bra, and her nipples began hardening from the cool
breeze now caressing them. I stroked them with one hand, the other
hand reaching down to undo her jeans.
She began to stir then, and I realized that she was coming to. I
said "Chloroform Inactive" and she really started to struggle. I
sat back and watched for a while, making sure that she was really
secure, and that no one had noticed anything. Her cries were
"translated" by the bag and gag into soft mewling cries, like a
kitten searching for its mother. I removed her shoes and attached
straps to her big toes, then ran a strap loop from her toes to a belt
loop, holding her feet "en pointe."
As I drove her to my house, I thanked myself for renting a van
with an automatic transmission. It left my right hand free to
stroke her breasts, side, and feet. When you stroke the bottom of the
foot hard, there's some reflex that's supposed to occur; I
couldn't tell if this was the case, since she was struggling and
trembling so much anyways. I undid the fly of her jeans, leaving the top
button fastened - it was holding her toes up after all - and
probed her sex. I was surprised at first - she was a shave-tail! This
I took to be a good sign.
When I reached my house, I parked near the back door. I cut the
straps holding her elbows and knees to the seats, and wrapped her
up in a blanket. I carried her into the house like a sack of
laundry. The neighbors didn't notice.
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SILENCE OF THE KITTENS
Part 2
Imagine four pieces of wood, attached together in the shape of a
letter "H." This particular "H" had two crossbraces, however. It
was 8 feet tall and 5 feet wide. At the bottom of the "H" were
two boards; they were footrests. The topmost of the two
crossbraces had a 4" by 4" block of wood attached to it. The "H" was
studded everywhere with screw-hooks.
This was my bondage frame. It was suspended from the ceiling of
my basement by two rope hoists attached to the side posts of the
"H", between the two crossbraces. This allowed it to be raised or
lowered, and pivoted or reclined to any position I wished.
I took my new captive downstairs; bound and blindfolded, she had
no idea what would happen to her when she met the frame.
I laid her down on the floor and cut off the ties securing her
elbows, knees, throat, and toes. I left her wrists and ankles
together, and the headbag on. She probably thought that she was to be
released; she was only partially correct. I rolled her blouse and
bra over her head and onto her wrists, and I pulled her pants and
underwear down to her ankles. As she tried to kick, I again used
the "chloroform."
I cut her remaining ties, including the headbag, and removed
them, along with her clothes. I then put on some more restrictive
headgear: a thick locking collar with several D-rings, a blindfold
made of some ski-goggles covered with black tape, and a more severe
gag. This gag was a long phallus made of cloth, about 4 inches
long and 2 inched in diameter, with a ring around the base. The
ring secured the phallus to the gag-straps and prevented her from
biting through it. The gag had a few D-rings on it as well.
I attached locking cuffs to her wrists and ankles, and moved her
below the frame. I lowered the frame down so that it laid on top
of her, and then I pulled her torso between the crossbars. When I
laid her torso down, her legs were beneath the frame and her
upper body rested on top of it. I fastened her ankles above the
footrests, and locked her wrists to chains which were then attached to
the top of the "H." I then began to raise the frame.
As the frame rose to the perpendicular, she began to stir again.
I inactivated the chloroform again, and she began to explore her
new situation (quite vigorously).
The top crossbrace was behind her shoulders, and the wood block
atop it was below and behind her head. The lower crossbrace was in
front of and below her navel, leaving her pussy exposed. The
crossbraces caused her breasts and ass to stick out, and her back to
arch.
Her head was shaking back and forth, threatening to dislodge the
blindfold, so I secured her gag to the wooden block behind her
head, drawing her head severely back, and causing her back to arch
even more. I then strapped her shoulders to the top crossbrace. A
bondage belt was locked to her waist, and this was secured to the
lower crossbrace. Finally, I went back to her wrists and
tightened the chains as much as possible without putting her on tiptoes.
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Now, even though she was much more desperate and panicky, she was
quite immobile. I stood back and admired my new acquisition; she
was sweating quite a bit even though the basement was rather
chilly. Her struggling finally died down to a few trembles as hope
fled, and I reached for the first of my whips.
It was a 10-inch flail with about 15 laces; more of an annoyance
than any real punishment, you would think, but use it enough, and
it can really be effective. I began whipping her tits, first
around the sides, and working towards the nipples. I would flail
hard, then stroke for a few seconds, as if to let the skin cool for
the next blow. Her skin began to redden but not bruise - it stung
more than caused damage. Her struggling and mewling began again,
and increased as I applied some strokes to her armpits and upper
arms.
I said in a loud whisper, "Wonder why I am doing this?" She
stiffened; it was the first time I had spoken, but she couldn't
recognize my voice if I whispered. I paused as if expecting a response,
and then whispered, "because I can."
I then began flailing her hips and pussy. Mewling - terrible
pain, or intense pleasure? Only one person in that basement knew,
and I wasn't going to ask her until much later, if at all.
After several minutes of alternately flailing and stroking her
front, I then moved behind her. Before beginning the flail, I
reached down and opened a nearby box - it contained my rectal dilator
kit. This was a large tube of lubricant, along with 5 cylindrical
objects, with diameters ranging from 1/2 of an inch to two inches.
Each cylinder had a flared base, with a screw-eye attached to
it. I was only planning on going up to number 4 today, a little
over an inch and a half wide - number 5 I save for special occasions.
I lubed up number one, then applied some lube to her anus, and
slid it into her rectal cavity. This provoked even more useless
struggling; I checked her wrists to make sure there was no blood,
and then fastened the screw-eye on plug number 1 to her waist belt
with a length of thin chain.
I then began flogging her back, from the shoulders down,
alternating the hard strokes with soft ones again. After a few minutes of
this, I lubed up plug number 2 (7/8 of an inch) and applied it to
her anus. I then began to flail her ass and inner thighs. We
were both sweating at this point; she trembling and trying not to
anticipate the next strike, and I had to switch arms.
After several minutes of this, my arms needed a break, as did her
whole body. I set down the flail, and unfastened the rope hoists
holding the frame up, and lowered it a bit. I also reclined it
to about 60 degrees from vertical, so that her hips and legs now
thrust forward, suspended at the level of my now raging cock. I
donned a rubber and some lube, and inserted myself into her pussy.
This new violation should not have been any surprise to her, but
she began to struggle anyway - or writhe in pleasure? I prefer to
think so. As I thrust myself into her, shallow at first and then
deeper each time , I reached up with one hand to fondle, and then
twist, her reddened tits. With my other hand, I waggled the plug
in her ass.
All of this foreplay was too much; I was embarassed to spend
myself within a few minutes. After about ten seconds of afterglow, I
disengaged myself, removed the rubber, and inclined the frame
until it was leaning 45 degrees forward. Her ass was now quite high -
and inviting. I lubed up plug number 3 and inserted it after
removing number two from her. I then reached for my paddle.
The paddle is rectangular and covered with leather, 6 inches
long, not including the handle. It is smooth on one side and studded
on the other side. I began with the smooth side, on her breasts
and belly, then switched to the studded side after a while. As the
was now facing forward, her tits hung down, exposing the backs of
her tits that had been hidden before now. I made sure that this
area received more attention.
I then moved to the her back, replaced plug number three with
plug number four (1 and a half inches in diameter), and then applied
the paddle to her ass and inner thighs. I gave her a few hits
with the paddle, then I reached between her legs with my hand and
stroked her labia and clit with my fingers. Then a few hits, and
some more fingering. I continued this for about 10 minutes, and
judged her ass done to a turn.
I applied another condom to myself lubed it well, then removed
plug number four and inserted my own cock in its place. At first,
she accepted it, with a sob as she had with the plugs, but when she
felt its warmth and shape, and after my hips met her ass after a
few tentative strokes, she began struggling again.
This was my second fuck of the evening, and I was sheathed, so it
took me almost 20 minutes to cum. As I pounded away into her
still-tight asshole, I reached around her and continued stroking her
clit and labia. She was struggling and trembling a bit still, but
maybe two or three of the wilder struggles and moans were
orgasms... maybe it was one 20-minute-long orgasm... at this point,
even she probably didn't know.
After a very satisfactory cum myself, I sat down to recuperate.
This was some damn hard work, but we were nearly finished.
I broke my promise with myself, and lubed up plug number five,
deciding that she was especially deserving. She accepted this large
offering which scarcely a whimper this time - perhaps she was
learning.
I then went over to my clamp kit, and removed my prize
possessions: my four Clover clips. These clips are designed to clamp down
harder the more they are pulled on. I applied these to her
nipples and labia, then attached a few lead weights to each one. She
was still leaning forward, so the downward weight was pulling out on
her nips and nether lips. Just to make things a bit more
interesting, I removed the straps at her shoulders and the waist belt, so
that she could move around a bit more. She did, only to discover
that the slightest movement would cause the weights to sway and
the Clovers to dig in. After a few more "meows," she settled back
down again. I went back to the clamp kit and removed several
clothespins. I attached some to her tits, upper arms, her sides above
the waist, her inner thighs, and finally to her inner labia. All
of these areas had received the attention of the whips, and were
quite tender - the pain/pleasure as the clothespins bit in must
have been indescribable.
Her struggling and constant mewing were arousing me again; the
third cum is a tough one for me, but I could tell that we both needed
it. I inclined her so that she was nearly horizontal, donned a
third condom, and entered her pussy from the rear.
My thrusting caused her weights to jiggle, which made her
struggle, which aroused me more, so I thrust more energetically, causing
the weights to jiggle... This terrible/wonderful chain reaction
kept building until I began to feel that lovely pre-cum rush.
I pulled out and went around to her head, which was suspended at
about cock-height, and held facing "up" (now forward) by the
severe gag. I reached down to the gag, and revealed another surprise -
the cloth phallus could be detached and removed, leaving the
metal ring in place!
I whispered to her again, for the second time that night, "We're
almost through, bitch. I am willing to let you go soon, but I
will not let you go until I have cum. The faster and better you make
me cum, the sooner you will be free. If I cum especially well, I
will not harm you further." She listened to this in silence; she
apparently knew better than to scream or beg, especially since I
had just promised her the only thing she really wanted - freedom.
Or did she really want to be freed? Well, even if she wanted to
to stay, she knew she must follow my commands, and give me the cum
that my now eager cock was waiting for. She licked her lips,
pondering the purpose of the ring - how could it silence her if it
left her mouth wide open?
I maneuvered my cock towards her mouth; she must have sniffed her
own pussy secretions on it just before I drove it home, for she
began to protest just as the tip passed her lips. I drove myself
halfway in, silencing her without choking her, and just stayed
there as she gurgled and tried to push me out with her tongue. She
didn't realize it, but the tongue play felt just awesome. She began
to falter, finally, which was no good.
I slapped her back between the shoulderblades, in the middle of a
large red patch from the flail. "Lick and suck, slut, lick and
suck - make me cum, or you'll regret it!" Her tongue woke back up,
and even though the ring held her mouth open wider than my cock,
she began sucking as well as she could. As this was going on, I
reached down and pulled on the clips attached to her tits and arms.
Finally, my exhausted cock gave it up for the third time. This
cum was almost painful, but you know what they say - even a bad cum
is great. It took me a while to recover from this one; after
sitting back a few minutes to catch my breath, I finally got up and
removed all of the clips from her, and replaced her gag.
I put the waist belt back on her, then righted the frame and
lowered it to the ground. I unlocked her ankles, stepped her off of
the frame, and locked them together. I then unlocked her wrist
cuffs and locked them onto her belt, one on each hip. She was a bit
unsteady on her feet, so I carried her upstairs to the bathroom. I
was a bit unsteady too.
I have read that cold water on bruised skin will make the bruises
less severe; I doubted that I bruised her, but just to be on the
safe side, I chained her into my tub and gave her a five-minute
cold shower. After drying her off again, she seemed a lot more
awake...
Finally, I replaced her locking leather cuffs with more nylon
straps, tied as before: throat to wrists, elbows together, ankles to
thighs, and knees together - she was still nude at this point, so
I allowed her toes to go free for the time being. I left the
goggle blindfold on, but replaced the gag with a simple piece of
tape. I then wrapped her in the blanket again and carried her out to
the van.
I secured her to the floor of the van again, and then drove back
to where she worked, but parked in a dark area a few buildings
away. I took her keys, walked to her car, and drove it to the van.
I then carried her into her car, tossed in her clothes and
pocketbook, and drove it back to where she parked it.
I then cut her knees, thighs, throat, and elbows loose, leaving
only the ties at her wrists and ankles. After being curled up in
the van, she stretched out in a sensuous, catlike manner - ghod, do
I want to cum a fourth time? As tempting as she was, my bound
beauty, I knew that trying this here would be far too dangerous. I
applied a strap to her throat, then strapped it to the bottom of
the steering wheel, with her face nearly resting on the driver's
seat. While she tested this out, I popped a tape into the stereo,
turned the balance so that all sound was coming from the right
front speaker, and placed a pair of scissors under her tummy - within
reach of her hands.
I then stepped out of the car, went over to the passenger side of
the car, and reached through the window and pressed the play
button.
My whispering voice came from the speaker in the passenger door -
it sounded as though it was coming from the window where I was
standing: "Do not move. Do not move or make a sound for five
minutes. What you feel below your tummy is a pair of scissors. This
will allow you to free yourself, but only after the five minutes
are up. If you move before that time, I will hurt you... severely.
Much worse that you have been hurt so far. If you obey me in
this, I will not bother you again - you have satisfied me
completely. If I think you are going to disobey me though, I will have to
take you back and teach you another lesson. Don't want that, do
you? Do not call the police. I have left no evidence, you have no
idea who I am or where you have been, so you will go through all
of that humiliation for nothing. So just lie there for another
four minutes and then you can go home safe. I recommend stopping for
some Solarcaine - you're going to need something to treat those
bruises and let you sleep. I will leave you soon. If you promise
to behave me for just three more minutes, this will all be over
and you will be safe..."
The tape goes on like this for about 20 minutes. Of course, as
soon as I hit the play button, I snuck off and drove away. I
wasn't lying; if she obeys me and doesn't summon the police, she is
completely safe from me. After all, I wouldn't REALLY hurt
anybody...
She works in a small building in an industrial park, with an open
parking area but no security guards. This open area seemed at
first to be a bad place to make a "romantic pickup," but then I had
an idea that would make it possible even in this environment.
I rented a Ford Aerostar minivan, and drove to an area near her
parking lot. I waited until she got to work in the morning and
parked. She parked head-in, facing her building. I followed in the
Aerostar a few minutes later, and pulled in head first right next
to the driver's side of her car, so the van's sliding door faced
her driver's side door.
Her car was now hidden from view by a large vehicle, as though it
were hidden in a forest - and there was a bear waiting in this
forest.
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She worked a bit late again this evening, so the number of cars
had thinned, but that's good for me. Strike one for her. Like all
hunters, I can be patient when I need to be. She strolled out
towards her car alone; strike two. And, she was fumbling around in
her purse for keys rather than being nice and alert, like they
tell you in those cop shows. Strike three, you're out.
I was waiting in the Aerostar, looking out through the side
window. When she got within 100 feet, I got out through the rear door
of the minivan and crouched behind it. She unlocked her car and
opened the door, turning her back to me, and reached into my pocket
for a bandanna. As she went to get into her car, I stepped
behind her, wrapped the cloth around her mouth, and grabbed her around
the waist with my other hand. As her body stiffened in alarm, I
spoke into her ear, "Chloroform Active." She struggled of course,
but within seconds she had "lost consciousness." I released her
mouth as soon as I felt her slump, and hauled her into the back of
the Aerostar, and went back for her purse and keys. I locked her
car, too - no sense in losing it.
Once inside the van again, I went straight to work. I knew the
"chloroform" wouldn't put her out for long, so I had to work fast.
I began by applying her first piece of headgear for the night.
This was a leather bag, about 6 inches deep, with drawstring. The
drawstring was actually one of those plastic tie straps that they
use for electrical cables, where you can pull it shut but it
ratchet-locks and can't be pulled open again. Cops use them when they
run out of handcuffs. Even tiny ones are practically unbreakable
by human strength, and this one was a quarter-inch wide. Pulling
her own head off would be easier that breaking out of this, but
all I needed was a pair of large scissors - which she of course
would not have. The plastic-strap drawstring went from one side of
the bag to the other, 180 degrees away, where it was driven through
a 3-inch foam-rubber ball, and then back around to the beginning
where the strap met its other end.
I placed this bag over her head, thrust the ball(gag) securely in
her mouth, and tightened the strap. I then got another plastic
strap and looped it below her chin and over the top of her head.
Once it was tight, the headbag was secure. I looped a strap around
her throat (fairly loosely), and inserted a strap underneath it
in the back. I the secured her right wrist in this strap and
pulled it tight. The left wrist was secured to the back of her neck
and to the loop around her right wrist in the same fashion.
Finally, I secured her elbows together above her head with another strap.
I then pulled her over so that her head was near the passenger
seat, and secured her elbows to it with yet another strap. They
sell these things in bags of 50, and I brought three bags with me,
just in case.
I wrapped each ankle with straps looped together, then joined the
head of one strap with the tail of another, making one long strap
from the two. This went through the ankle straps and around her
thighs, drawing her feet up to her ass. I ran a strap through her
knees, and then with another strap, fastened her knees to the
back seat on the driver's side.
At this point, I must confess, my patience and composure left me
for a time. I sat back and gazed at her, stretched along the
floor of the minivan. She was wearing a short-sleeved blouse - blue,
my favorite color - through which I could see the outlines of her
bra, one of those "sports-bra" things. Her company must have a
relaxed dress code, for she was wearing blue jeans, though her shoes
were nice sandals with two-inch heels. Looking up to see if
anyone had seen me, I then crouched down and began to examine her. I
lifted her blouse and rolled up the bra to expose her breasts and
nipples. The blood rushed back into her breasts after I released
them from the bra, and her nipples began hardening from the cool
breeze now caressing them. I stroked them with one hand, the other
hand reaching down to undo her jeans.
She began to stir then, and I realized that she was coming to. I
said "Chloroform Inactive" and she really started to struggle. I
sat back and watched for a while, making sure that she was really
secure, and that no one had noticed anything. Her cries were
"translated" by the bag and gag into soft mewling cries, like a
kitten searching for its mother. I removed her shoes and attached
straps to her big toes, then ran a strap loop from her toes to a belt
loop, holding her feet "en pointe."
As I drove her to my house, I thanked myself for renting a van
with an automatic transmission. It left my right hand free to
stroke her breasts, side, and feet. When you stroke the bottom of the
foot hard, there's some reflex that's supposed to occur; I
couldn't tell if this was the case, since she was struggling and
trembling so much anyways. I undid the fly of her jeans, leaving the top
button fastened - it was holding her toes up after all - and
probed her sex. I was surprised at first - she was a shave-tail! This
I took to be a good sign.
When I reached my house, I parked near the back door. I cut the
straps holding her elbows and knees to the seats, and wrapped her
up in a blanket. I carried her into the house like a sack of
laundry. The neighbors didn't notice.
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SILENCE OF THE KITTENS
Part 2
Imagine four pieces of wood, attached together in the shape of a
letter "H." This particular "H" had two crossbraces, however. It
was 8 feet tall and 5 feet wide. At the bottom of the "H" were
two boards; they were footrests. The topmost of the two
crossbraces had a 4" by 4" block of wood attached to it. The "H" was
studded everywhere with screw-hooks.
This was my bondage frame. It was suspended from the ceiling of
my basement by two rope hoists attached to the side posts of the
"H", between the two crossbraces. This allowed it to be raised or
lowered, and pivoted or reclined to any position I wished.
I took my new captive downstairs; bound and blindfolded, she had
no idea what would happen to her when she met the frame.
I laid her down on the floor and cut off the ties securing her
elbows, knees, throat, and toes. I left her wrists and ankles
together, and the headbag on. She probably thought that she was to be
released; she was only partially correct. I rolled her blouse and
bra over her head and onto her wrists, and I pulled her pants and
underwear down to her ankles. As she tried to kick, I again used
the "chloroform."
I cut her remaining ties, including the headbag, and removed
them, along with her clothes. I then put on some more restrictive
headgear: a thick locking collar with several D-rings, a blindfold
made of some ski-goggles covered with black tape, and a more severe
gag. This gag was a long phallus made of cloth, about 4 inches
long and 2 inched in diameter, with a ring around the base. The
ring secured the phallus to the gag-straps and prevented her from
biting through it. The gag had a few D-rings on it as well.
I attached locking cuffs to her wrists and ankles, and moved her
below the frame. I lowered the frame down so that it laid on top
of her, and then I pulled her torso between the crossbars. When I
laid her torso down, her legs were beneath the frame and her
upper body rested on top of it. I fastened her ankles above the
footrests, and locked her wrists to chains which were then attached to
the top of the "H." I then began to raise the frame.
As the frame rose to the perpendicular, she began to stir again.
I inactivated the chloroform again, and she began to explore her
new situation (quite vigorously).
The top crossbrace was behind her shoulders, and the wood block
atop it was below and behind her head. The lower crossbrace was in
front of and below her navel, leaving her pussy exposed. The
crossbraces caused her breasts and ass to stick out, and her back to
arch.
Her head was shaking back and forth, threatening to dislodge the
blindfold, so I secured her gag to the wooden block behind her
head, drawing her head severely back, and causing her back to arch
even more. I then strapped her shoulders to the top crossbrace. A
bondage belt was locked to her waist, and this was secured to the
lower crossbrace. Finally, I went back to her wrists and
tightened the chains as much as possible without putting her on tiptoes.
***************************deamon
Now, even though she was much more desperate and panicky, she was
quite immobile. I stood back and admired my new acquisition; she
was sweating quite a bit even though the basement was rather
chilly. Her struggling finally died down to a few trembles as hope
fled, and I reached for the first of my whips.
It was a 10-inch flail with about 15 laces; more of an annoyance
than any real punishment, you would think, but use it enough, and
it can really be effective. I began whipping her tits, first
around the sides, and working towards the nipples. I would flail
hard, then stroke for a few seconds, as if to let the skin cool for
the next blow. Her skin began to redden but not bruise - it stung
more than caused damage. Her struggling and mewling began again,
and increased as I applied some strokes to her armpits and upper
arms.
I said in a loud whisper, "Wonder why I am doing this?" She
stiffened; it was the first time I had spoken, but she couldn't
recognize my voice if I whispered. I paused as if expecting a response,
and then whispered, "because I can."
I then began flailing her hips and pussy. Mewling - terrible
pain, or intense pleasure? Only one person in that basement knew,
and I wasn't going to ask her until much later, if at all.
After several minutes of alternately flailing and stroking her
front, I then moved behind her. Before beginning the flail, I
reached down and opened a nearby box - it contained my rectal dilator
kit. This was a large tube of lubricant, along with 5 cylindrical
objects, with diameters ranging from 1/2 of an inch to two inches.
Each cylinder had a flared base, with a screw-eye attached to
it. I was only planning on going up to number 4 today, a little
over an inch and a half wide - number 5 I save for special occasions.
I lubed up number one, then applied some lube to her anus, and
slid it into her rectal cavity. This provoked even more useless
struggling; I checked her wrists to make sure there was no blood,
and then fastened the screw-eye on plug number 1 to her waist belt
with a length of thin chain.
I then began flogging her back, from the shoulders down,
alternating the hard strokes with soft ones again. After a few minutes of
this, I lubed up plug number 2 (7/8 of an inch) and applied it to
her anus. I then began to flail her ass and inner thighs. We
were both sweating at this point; she trembling and trying not to
anticipate the next strike, and I had to switch arms.
After several minutes of this, my arms needed a break, as did her
whole body. I set down the flail, and unfastened the rope hoists
holding the frame up, and lowered it a bit. I also reclined it
to about 60 degrees from vertical, so that her hips and legs now
thrust forward, suspended at the level of my now raging cock. I
donned a rubber and some lube, and inserted myself into her pussy.
This new violation should not have been any surprise to her, but
she began to struggle anyway - or writhe in pleasure? I prefer to
think so. As I thrust myself into her, shallow at first and then
deeper each time , I reached up with one hand to fondle, and then
twist, her reddened tits. With my other hand, I waggled the plug
in her ass.
All of this foreplay was too much; I was embarassed to spend
myself within a few minutes. After about ten seconds of afterglow, I
disengaged myself, removed the rubber, and inclined the frame
until it was leaning 45 degrees forward. Her ass was now quite high -
and inviting. I lubed up plug number 3 and inserted it after
removing number two from her. I then reached for my paddle.
The paddle is rectangular and covered with leather, 6 inches
long, not including the handle. It is smooth on one side and studded
on the other side. I began with the smooth side, on her breasts
and belly, then switched to the studded side after a while. As the
was now facing forward, her tits hung down, exposing the backs of
her tits that had been hidden before now. I made sure that this
area received more attention.
I then moved to the her back, replaced plug number three with
plug number four (1 and a half inches in diameter), and then applied
the paddle to her ass and inner thighs. I gave her a few hits
with the paddle, then I reached between her legs with my hand and
stroked her labia and clit with my fingers. Then a few hits, and
some more fingering. I continued this for about 10 minutes, and
judged her ass done to a turn.
I applied another condom to myself lubed it well, then removed
plug number four and inserted my own cock in its place. At first,
she accepted it, with a sob as she had with the plugs, but when she
felt its warmth and shape, and after my hips met her ass after a
few tentative strokes, she began struggling again.
This was my second fuck of the evening, and I was sheathed, so it
took me almost 20 minutes to cum. As I pounded away into her
still-tight asshole, I reached around her and continued stroking her
clit and labia. She was struggling and trembling a bit still, but
maybe two or three of the wilder struggles and moans were
orgasms... maybe it was one 20-minute-long orgasm... at this point,
even she probably didn't know.
After a very satisfactory cum myself, I sat down to recuperate.
This was some damn hard work, but we were nearly finished.
I broke my promise with myself, and lubed up plug number five,
deciding that she was especially deserving. She accepted this large
offering which scarcely a whimper this time - perhaps she was
learning.
I then went over to my clamp kit, and removed my prize
possessions: my four Clover clips. These clips are designed to clamp down
harder the more they are pulled on. I applied these to her
nipples and labia, then attached a few lead weights to each one. She
was still leaning forward, so the downward weight was pulling out on
her nips and nether lips. Just to make things a bit more
interesting, I removed the straps at her shoulders and the waist belt, so
that she could move around a bit more. She did, only to discover
that the slightest movement would cause the weights to sway and
the Clovers to dig in. After a few more "meows," she settled back
down again. I went back to the clamp kit and removed several
clothespins. I attached some to her tits, upper arms, her sides above
the waist, her inner thighs, and finally to her inner labia. All
of these areas had received the attention of the whips, and were
quite tender - the pain/pleasure as the clothespins bit in must
have been indescribable.
Her struggling and constant mewing were arousing me again; the
third cum is a tough one for me, but I could tell that we both needed
it. I inclined her so that she was nearly horizontal, donned a
third condom, and entered her pussy from the rear.
My thrusting caused her weights to jiggle, which made her
struggle, which aroused me more, so I thrust more energetically, causing
the weights to jiggle... This terrible/wonderful chain reaction
kept building until I began to feel that lovely pre-cum rush.
I pulled out and went around to her head, which was suspended at
about cock-height, and held facing "up" (now forward) by the
severe gag. I reached down to the gag, and revealed another surprise -
the cloth phallus could be detached and removed, leaving the
metal ring in place!
I whispered to her again, for the second time that night, "We're
almost through, bitch. I am willing to let you go soon, but I
will not let you go until I have cum. The faster and better you make
me cum, the sooner you will be free. If I cum especially well, I
will not harm you further." She listened to this in silence; she
apparently knew better than to scream or beg, especially since I
had just promised her the only thing she really wanted - freedom.
Or did she really want to be freed? Well, even if she wanted to
to stay, she knew she must follow my commands, and give me the cum
that my now eager cock was waiting for. She licked her lips,
pondering the purpose of the ring - how could it silence her if it
left her mouth wide open?
I maneuvered my cock towards her mouth; she must have sniffed her
own pussy secretions on it just before I drove it home, for she
began to protest just as the tip passed her lips. I drove myself
halfway in, silencing her without choking her, and just stayed
there as she gurgled and tried to push me out with her tongue. She
didn't realize it, but the tongue play felt just awesome. She began
to falter, finally, which was no good.
I slapped her back between the shoulderblades, in the middle of a
large red patch from the flail. "Lick and suck, slut, lick and
suck - make me cum, or you'll regret it!" Her tongue woke back up,
and even though the ring held her mouth open wider than my cock,
she began sucking as well as she could. As this was going on, I
reached down and pulled on the clips attached to her tits and arms.
Finally, my exhausted cock gave it up for the third time. This
cum was almost painful, but you know what they say - even a bad cum
is great. It took me a while to recover from this one; after
sitting back a few minutes to catch my breath, I finally got up and
removed all of the clips from her, and replaced her gag.
I put the waist belt back on her, then righted the frame and
lowered it to the ground. I unlocked her ankles, stepped her off of
the frame, and locked them together. I then unlocked her wrist
cuffs and locked them onto her belt, one on each hip. She was a bit
unsteady on her feet, so I carried her upstairs to the bathroom. I
was a bit unsteady too.
I have read that cold water on bruised skin will make the bruises
less severe; I doubted that I bruised her, but just to be on the
safe side, I chained her into my tub and gave her a five-minute
cold shower. After drying her off again, she seemed a lot more
awake...
Finally, I replaced her locking leather cuffs with more nylon
straps, tied as before: throat to wrists, elbows together, ankles to
thighs, and knees together - she was still nude at this point, so
I allowed her toes to go free for the time being. I left the
goggle blindfold on, but replaced the gag with a simple piece of
tape. I then wrapped her in the blanket again and carried her out to
the van.
I secured her to the floor of the van again, and then drove back
to where she worked, but parked in a dark area a few buildings
away. I took her keys, walked to her car, and drove it to the van.
I then carried her into her car, tossed in her clothes and
pocketbook, and drove it back to where she parked it.
I then cut her knees, thighs, throat, and elbows loose, leaving
only the ties at her wrists and ankles. After being curled up in
the van, she stretched out in a sensuous, catlike manner - ghod, do
I want to cum a fourth time? As tempting as she was, my bound
beauty, I knew that trying this here would be far too dangerous. I
applied a strap to her throat, then strapped it to the bottom of
the steering wheel, with her face nearly resting on the driver's
seat. While she tested this out, I popped a tape into the stereo,
turned the balance so that all sound was coming from the right
front speaker, and placed a pair of scissors under her tummy - within
reach of her hands.
I then stepped out of the car, went over to the passenger side of
the car, and reached through the window and pressed the play
button.
My whispering voice came from the speaker in the passenger door -
it sounded as though it was coming from the window where I was
standing: "Do not move. Do not move or make a sound for five
minutes. What you feel below your tummy is a pair of scissors. This
will allow you to free yourself, but only after the five minutes
are up. If you move before that time, I will hurt you... severely.
Much worse that you have been hurt so far. If you obey me in
this, I will not bother you again - you have satisfied me
completely. If I think you are going to disobey me though, I will have to
take you back and teach you another lesson. Don't want that, do
you? Do not call the police. I have left no evidence, you have no
idea who I am or where you have been, so you will go through all
of that humiliation for nothing. So just lie there for another
four minutes and then you can go home safe. I recommend stopping for
some Solarcaine - you're going to need something to treat those
bruises and let you sleep. I will leave you soon. If you promise
to behave me for just three more minutes, this will all be over
and you will be safe..."
The tape goes on like this for about 20 minutes. Of course, as
soon as I hit the play button, I snuck off and drove away. I
wasn't lying; if she obeys me and doesn't summon the police, she is
completely safe from me. After all, I wouldn't REALLY hurt
anybody...
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