L____ had been warned by her fellow slut E_____ in the past: "Be careful at work, especially if you are working late at night, alone in that isolated office building." L____ was a bold slut and would always brush E____'s concerns away with an "eh" and a shrug. She should have listened. I pulled into the vacant parking lot next to L____'s job. It was dimly lit. Quickly scanning the area, I saw L____'s car there, and I decided to kidnap her. I had done it before with other sluts, and I knew the risk was worth it. Well worth it: having your own slut terrorized and taken away; not knowing at first who had her or where she was going.
When I saw L____ exit her building I was set up so she would walk right by me without knowing. She was approaching my car, her stiletto heeled boots clicking on the asphalt, tired; her mind still on the job. When she had just passed my driver's side door, I jumped out, moved quickly and stood behind her . I saw her shoulders go rigid and heard heard her loud gasp. She knew she had been warned to be careful when she worked late at night. This was her worst nightmare.
I lifted my hand out of my jacket and zapped her with a stun gun set on low. I only wanted to immobilize her momentarily. It would be too delicious to have her regain consciousness while bound and gagged in the back of my car, already on her way to her fate. I also needed her pliant and obedient in her transport. Once she was zapped, she started sinking to the ground, and I grabbed her torso and started hauling her into the back seat of my car. I threw her limp body into the back seat, and we drove away quickly into the night. My cock was rock hard.
As I sped away, I thought of parking on the shoulder of the road and taping her spread eagled legs over the headrest, stuffing her panties in her mouth and plunging my cock into her while listening to her scream through her panties, choking, begging in her suppressed voice to be let go. About six blocks away, I saw the wisdom in pulling into a deserted area near Interstate 95 figuring I had best bind, gag, and blindfold my new captive--my cum slut and now my kidnapped slave-- while she was still unconscious. We had a long way to go.
I cuffed her hands behind her back, cuffed her feet together, using a long piece of rope to hogtie her. I shoved the ball gag deeply into her wet mouth and tightened it nice and firm...to the last hole. This took a little work, as she remained blacked out, and I needed to take her volumes of thick hair and push it to the side to fasten the buckle properly. I fought the temptation to fuck her, but I could not resist biting down on her exposed neck, so vunerable to my gaze.
I placed a blindfold over her eyes. I admit seeing that helpless slut aroused me so much that I had to grab at her tits. Even unconcious, I could see her nipples were responding to my restraints and were hard...as was my throbbing cock. There would be tit fucking later. Oh yes. There would be tit fucking.
It took hours of careful driving on 95 to get her to my Cape house, and I had heard her return to alertness during the journey...first with low moans, then a supressed muffled scream under her gag. She had never seen me during the attack. She was still blindfolded. "Do you remember my voice, whore? I heard her suck in her breath, gasp, then scream. "That is right, slut. I have kidnapped you, and you are soon going to be giving me a great deal of pleasure. "
It was a long drive, and I had to pull over several times into truck stops to get coffee, always parking away from the truckers, knowing that all they had to do was look down from high up in their cabs, and they would see into my car and see a bound slut, tits thrust out, drooling under her gag, blindfolded, and the journey would be over before it had begun.
I crossed the bridge onto the Cape, then made that long dark ride down Route 6, speeding along and feeling the air grow cooler as we approached the end of land. Truro is still a wilderness in many ways, and as I turned down it's pitch black hilled roads, devoid of tourists in winter, going deeper and deeper into the interior of the dunes and my property, I saw my road and turned, pulling into my garage. We had made it. Kidnapped cargo intact. As soon as I shut the motor off, L____started struggling and screaming under her gag. She was fighting so hard, I thought she would break the cuffs.
I laughed at her and said, "You know me, cum slut. You know it is of no use. You are my sex slave. Don't you realize where you are? Smell the air." She grew very still. I could tell she was thinking. It had been a while, but she remembered. Oh yes. She remembered. She grew very still. She knew now just how isolated and alone she truly was. She also knew from past experience I would do anything I pleased with her, and she would obey me. Despite her restraints, she was not moving at all. Thinking.
I got out and opened the back door, taking the rope off her hogtied feet, and I had to quickly dodge an attempt by her to kick me. "Well, well," I said in a low voice, half to myself. "This is a new development. And you used to be so obedient under the rope."
"Get out, whore. Go into the house by following my voice and listen carefully. I have a new room in this house now. A renovation if you will. It is my bondage and rape room. You will be blindfolded, but be assured. There is a bed. There is a chain dangling from the ceiling to use if I wish my captive's hands to be above her head. There is a bureau full of bondage equipment. I also have cameras on tripods and attached to the wall to record what I do to my sluts. " She gasped.
I continued. "I do not want to be too rough on you--to start--or you will get used up way too early, but we are going to be very busy. Very busy." I shoved her to her knees, grabbed her thick, dark hair and yanked her head back, tilting that full lipped mouth up. I pushed her gagged mouth into my cock, still covered by my jeans, and the slut started sucking. She was starved for my cock, even with a gag in her mouth.
"Well, well. Look at the kidnapped whore suck. You want that cock, don't you slut?" She nodded. "You've missed that cock, haven't you?" Her head nodded again. "I suppose I should give you a taste." I slowly unzipped my pants, lowering them and her ball gagged mouth moved frantically over the length of my cock. Feeling that gag on my cock made it electrified. She found her way to get her tongue outside the ball gag and started flicking on my cock's tip, and I saw a wicked grin erupt on her blindfolded face as she boldly licked up the drops of pre-cum. I remembered our first time and how after cumming, she has leaned up on her elbow and taking her finger, scooping up cum on her fingertip and sucking on her finger, knowing she was a wicked slut. A true cum slut.
I dragged L____ over to the bed, dumped her down, cut her clothes strip by strip with a knife, then I stood over her while I removed my clothing. I had decided to spread eagle her face down with rope to the bed's posts, then put a pillow under her stomach to lift her exposed ass and dripping cunt helplessly under my rigid cock. L____started fighting her new ropes. I commanded her to stop. "You are a kidnapped whore in my house. It will be days before you are missed, and I am going to spend days raping you. Escape is impossible. You will always be gagged unless you are eating a meal or sucking me.
You will always be restrained in some fashion. It does not matter if you resist me or obey me, I am still going to fuck and torture you repeatedly." L____screamed into the pillow. Maybe fear. Maybe frustration. Maybe many things. "Lay there alone for a bit, whore. You are doomed to be a kidnapped, raped slave." I turned out the lights and left her in the dark. I closed and locked the door. I went upstairs and went to bed, my cock throbbing.
I spent the morning thinking about how I would handle the coming activities, and mentally setting up a few situations I thought would be interesting. I certainly wasn't worried about anyone hearing L____'s screams. I did think it would captivating to provide L____ with some unexpected distractions and give her some choice in deciding her fate. Watching her trying to choose which pain to receive could be quite arousing.
When I saw L____ exit her building I was set up so she would walk right by me without knowing. She was approaching my car, her stiletto heeled boots clicking on the asphalt, tired; her mind still on the job. When she had just passed my driver's side door, I jumped out, moved quickly and stood behind her . I saw her shoulders go rigid and heard heard her loud gasp. She knew she had been warned to be careful when she worked late at night. This was her worst nightmare.
I lifted my hand out of my jacket and zapped her with a stun gun set on low. I only wanted to immobilize her momentarily. It would be too delicious to have her regain consciousness while bound and gagged in the back of my car, already on her way to her fate. I also needed her pliant and obedient in her transport. Once she was zapped, she started sinking to the ground, and I grabbed her torso and started hauling her into the back seat of my car. I threw her limp body into the back seat, and we drove away quickly into the night. My cock was rock hard.
As I sped away, I thought of parking on the shoulder of the road and taping her spread eagled legs over the headrest, stuffing her panties in her mouth and plunging my cock into her while listening to her scream through her panties, choking, begging in her suppressed voice to be let go. About six blocks away, I saw the wisdom in pulling into a deserted area near Interstate 95 figuring I had best bind, gag, and blindfold my new captive--my cum slut and now my kidnapped slave-- while she was still unconscious. We had a long way to go.
I cuffed her hands behind her back, cuffed her feet together, using a long piece of rope to hogtie her. I shoved the ball gag deeply into her wet mouth and tightened it nice and firm...to the last hole. This took a little work, as she remained blacked out, and I needed to take her volumes of thick hair and push it to the side to fasten the buckle properly. I fought the temptation to fuck her, but I could not resist biting down on her exposed neck, so vunerable to my gaze.
I placed a blindfold over her eyes. I admit seeing that helpless slut aroused me so much that I had to grab at her tits. Even unconcious, I could see her nipples were responding to my restraints and were hard...as was my throbbing cock. There would be tit fucking later. Oh yes. There would be tit fucking.
It took hours of careful driving on 95 to get her to my Cape house, and I had heard her return to alertness during the journey...first with low moans, then a supressed muffled scream under her gag. She had never seen me during the attack. She was still blindfolded. "Do you remember my voice, whore? I heard her suck in her breath, gasp, then scream. "That is right, slut. I have kidnapped you, and you are soon going to be giving me a great deal of pleasure. "
It was a long drive, and I had to pull over several times into truck stops to get coffee, always parking away from the truckers, knowing that all they had to do was look down from high up in their cabs, and they would see into my car and see a bound slut, tits thrust out, drooling under her gag, blindfolded, and the journey would be over before it had begun.
I crossed the bridge onto the Cape, then made that long dark ride down Route 6, speeding along and feeling the air grow cooler as we approached the end of land. Truro is still a wilderness in many ways, and as I turned down it's pitch black hilled roads, devoid of tourists in winter, going deeper and deeper into the interior of the dunes and my property, I saw my road and turned, pulling into my garage. We had made it. Kidnapped cargo intact. As soon as I shut the motor off, L____started struggling and screaming under her gag. She was fighting so hard, I thought she would break the cuffs.
I laughed at her and said, "You know me, cum slut. You know it is of no use. You are my sex slave. Don't you realize where you are? Smell the air." She grew very still. I could tell she was thinking. It had been a while, but she remembered. Oh yes. She remembered. She grew very still. She knew now just how isolated and alone she truly was. She also knew from past experience I would do anything I pleased with her, and she would obey me. Despite her restraints, she was not moving at all. Thinking.
I got out and opened the back door, taking the rope off her hogtied feet, and I had to quickly dodge an attempt by her to kick me. "Well, well," I said in a low voice, half to myself. "This is a new development. And you used to be so obedient under the rope."
"Get out, whore. Go into the house by following my voice and listen carefully. I have a new room in this house now. A renovation if you will. It is my bondage and rape room. You will be blindfolded, but be assured. There is a bed. There is a chain dangling from the ceiling to use if I wish my captive's hands to be above her head. There is a bureau full of bondage equipment. I also have cameras on tripods and attached to the wall to record what I do to my sluts. " She gasped.
I continued. "I do not want to be too rough on you--to start--or you will get used up way too early, but we are going to be very busy. Very busy." I shoved her to her knees, grabbed her thick, dark hair and yanked her head back, tilting that full lipped mouth up. I pushed her gagged mouth into my cock, still covered by my jeans, and the slut started sucking. She was starved for my cock, even with a gag in her mouth.
"Well, well. Look at the kidnapped whore suck. You want that cock, don't you slut?" She nodded. "You've missed that cock, haven't you?" Her head nodded again. "I suppose I should give you a taste." I slowly unzipped my pants, lowering them and her ball gagged mouth moved frantically over the length of my cock. Feeling that gag on my cock made it electrified. She found her way to get her tongue outside the ball gag and started flicking on my cock's tip, and I saw a wicked grin erupt on her blindfolded face as she boldly licked up the drops of pre-cum. I remembered our first time and how after cumming, she has leaned up on her elbow and taking her finger, scooping up cum on her fingertip and sucking on her finger, knowing she was a wicked slut. A true cum slut.
I dragged L____ over to the bed, dumped her down, cut her clothes strip by strip with a knife, then I stood over her while I removed my clothing. I had decided to spread eagle her face down with rope to the bed's posts, then put a pillow under her stomach to lift her exposed ass and dripping cunt helplessly under my rigid cock. L____started fighting her new ropes. I commanded her to stop. "You are a kidnapped whore in my house. It will be days before you are missed, and I am going to spend days raping you. Escape is impossible. You will always be gagged unless you are eating a meal or sucking me.
You will always be restrained in some fashion. It does not matter if you resist me or obey me, I am still going to fuck and torture you repeatedly." L____screamed into the pillow. Maybe fear. Maybe frustration. Maybe many things. "Lay there alone for a bit, whore. You are doomed to be a kidnapped, raped slave." I turned out the lights and left her in the dark. I closed and locked the door. I went upstairs and went to bed, my cock throbbing.
I spent the morning thinking about how I would handle the coming activities, and mentally setting up a few situations I thought would be interesting. I certainly wasn't worried about anyone hearing L____'s screams. I did think it would captivating to provide L____ with some unexpected distractions and give her some choice in deciding her fate. Watching her trying to choose which pain to receive could be quite arousing.
I entered the room where L____ remained blindfolded and bound, and I brought in a piece of equipment I had recently constructed. I knew she could hear the scraping across the floor. Amazing how still a cum slut will become while bound. Binding has a way of fully concentrating their attention onto you and your cock. I walked over to the bed, bent down and nuzzled her neck. She moaned. I put my mouth to her ear and said, "There are going to be choices made this morning, slut." I took off her blindfold, and she blinked repeatedly, trying to get her eyes in focus, then when she saw what was before her, she screamed. Loudly.
L____ saw a large wooden "X" with wrist and ankle cuffs fastened at each end. It was an ancient symbol, The St. Andrew's Cross. A classic, you might say, and it had many possibilities. I could easily place L____ on the cross while it was laying flat, then, depending upon which end was raised, she would wind up with either her head or her cunt up or down. I explained this to her and saw her eyes widen with fear. "Choose, slut." I made a thumb up or thumb down position and asked her to pick. She nodded at "up." "Good choice, whore, as upside down suspensions can be dangerous. All of that blood rushing to her head, and your exposed cunt juices dripped down onto your tits and into your own mouth and eyes."
The cross had been built so that a two-inch thick dowel rod could be inserted right at the crotch area. When L____ relaxed her arms, her entire weight would be supported by the dowel rod, which would split her pussy lips. This would become very painful in just a few minutes. She would have to hold herself up with her arms to avoid having the dowel cut into her clit and cunt. Of course, her arms would tire eventually, leaving her no choice but to bear the pain in her cunt. I attached clamps to each nipple with a small cord running from the clamp to the end of the dowel rod. When L____ raised herself up to relieve the pressure on her pussy, the cord would pull taut, causing the clamps to bite harder into her nipples.
"Poor L____" I said, chuckling to myself. "You cannot win. You will have to decide whether to have pain in your tits or pain in your cunt." I completed my morning work by putting a penis gag in L____'s wet mouth. Every time she wanted to gasp, or rest her jaw, it would bite into a leather cock, getting her mouth ready for what she truly desired. Her thick dark hair spilled loosely out of her blindfold and collared neck. The restraints kept her proud head high. Her melon-sized tits were totally exposed, pushed out to meet my pleasures, heavily clamped to bear the pain. I had left her four-inch boots on, and they gave her legs a wonderful shape. Her thighs, slightly heavy, jiggled deliciously as she strained against the cuffs and rope, pulling away from the dowel and wood that were her fate. I saw cunt juice dripping down her thighs and knew that at any time, her position was perfect to receive my cock in her mouth, or in her cunt, or between her tits. She was totally accessible.
My whips and floggers could bite into any area on her body, especially the more sensitive ones. The cross had made her immobile. Feeling whimsical, I took a small whip and slashed it across one side of L____'s tits, then the other: criss cross. I did the same across her cunt, which the whore arched toward me as the lashes came down. For now, I was content to look at this display and release my cum at my pleasure across her strained, clamped, gagged body; admiring the red welts on her tender flesh that showed me "X" marked the spot.
L____ saw a large wooden "X" with wrist and ankle cuffs fastened at each end. It was an ancient symbol, The St. Andrew's Cross. A classic, you might say, and it had many possibilities. I could easily place L____ on the cross while it was laying flat, then, depending upon which end was raised, she would wind up with either her head or her cunt up or down. I explained this to her and saw her eyes widen with fear. "Choose, slut." I made a thumb up or thumb down position and asked her to pick. She nodded at "up." "Good choice, whore, as upside down suspensions can be dangerous. All of that blood rushing to her head, and your exposed cunt juices dripped down onto your tits and into your own mouth and eyes."
The cross had been built so that a two-inch thick dowel rod could be inserted right at the crotch area. When L____ relaxed her arms, her entire weight would be supported by the dowel rod, which would split her pussy lips. This would become very painful in just a few minutes. She would have to hold herself up with her arms to avoid having the dowel cut into her clit and cunt. Of course, her arms would tire eventually, leaving her no choice but to bear the pain in her cunt. I attached clamps to each nipple with a small cord running from the clamp to the end of the dowel rod. When L____ raised herself up to relieve the pressure on her pussy, the cord would pull taut, causing the clamps to bite harder into her nipples.
"Poor L____" I said, chuckling to myself. "You cannot win. You will have to decide whether to have pain in your tits or pain in your cunt." I completed my morning work by putting a penis gag in L____'s wet mouth. Every time she wanted to gasp, or rest her jaw, it would bite into a leather cock, getting her mouth ready for what she truly desired. Her thick dark hair spilled loosely out of her blindfold and collared neck. The restraints kept her proud head high. Her melon-sized tits were totally exposed, pushed out to meet my pleasures, heavily clamped to bear the pain. I had left her four-inch boots on, and they gave her legs a wonderful shape. Her thighs, slightly heavy, jiggled deliciously as she strained against the cuffs and rope, pulling away from the dowel and wood that were her fate. I saw cunt juice dripping down her thighs and knew that at any time, her position was perfect to receive my cock in her mouth, or in her cunt, or between her tits. She was totally accessible.
My whips and floggers could bite into any area on her body, especially the more sensitive ones. The cross had made her immobile. Feeling whimsical, I took a small whip and slashed it across one side of L____'s tits, then the other: criss cross. I did the same across her cunt, which the whore arched toward me as the lashes came down. For now, I was content to look at this display and release my cum at my pleasure across her strained, clamped, gagged body; admiring the red welts on her tender flesh that showed me "X" marked the spot.
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