Capturing Katie · Part 1 (1/2)
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She was the most beautiful and desirable woman I had ever come across in my whole life. I took great delight in watching her struggle against the bonds that held her exposed and captive to my every pleasure. Her dainty wrists were cuffed together and held above her head, her arms pulled uncomfortably high and tight by strong nylon ropes. Her long, shiny black hair cascaded about her shoulders, partially obscuring the dildo gag that was jammed into her mouth, and swayed from side to side as she hopelessly tried to escape the cruel bondage that held her firmly in place.
Her breasts were unusually large for such a young woman and it was those special features that attracted me to her in the first place. My eyes took in all of her beauty, travelling down past the narrow waist, her slim hips and continuing down to her full, but trim, thighs. Her legs were masterpieces: they were long and firm, perfectly shaped and their beauty was enhanced by the fresh welts rising as a result of her latest whipping.
The skin on her inner thighs, the area closest to her cunt, had drawn most of my fury this night and the result was plain: long, deep red angry welts that almost seemed the color of blood, criss-crossing in a pattern that showed how each cut of the whip had been laid down. I took pride in my artistic abilities: so what if my brush was a leather whip and my canvass the beautiful body of an innocent woman, fresh out of high school. Every burning touch of the whip had been laid down with forethought and design to carefully bring out her finest features.
Her ass had also been visited by my cruel punisher, but I had concentrated my attentions on her thighs and breasts, giving her ass somewhat of a break in order to let last nights wounds heal. The cross-cross pattern continued down her tanned legs, tapering off to nothing around the cuffs that locked her ankles to the ground, forcing her legs to be spread open about five feet apart. She was pulled taught by the ropes from the ceiling pulley, and the only way she could relieve the growing pain and pressure in her shoulders was by standing on her tiptoes.
But with her legs so unnaturally spread apart, it was impossible to stand up high for more than a few minutes…she moaned and groaned as her tortured body rose and fell in her vain attempts to relieve the pressure in her shoulders and legs. I watched the poor girl for a few minutes, almost feeling sorry for her. I turned down the bright spotlights that fell upon her from the concrete ceiling and moved closer to her, standing in front of her where she could see my face. My hands reached out for and roughly squeezed her full breasts, my fingers finding her nipples and pinching them until they were back to their proper hardness.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked at me pleadingly, moaning wildly and shaking with spasms that seemed to run uncontrollably up and down the full length of her body. She had been held in this stringent bondage for a long time, and it was time to let her relax a bit; after all, it wouldn't be a good idea to drain away every ounce of energy: it's no fun if you leave them too weak to scream and shake. I kept one hand on her right breast and let the other one slide down her belly and through the triangle of black hair that remained above her clean-shaven pussy.
Her body stiffened as she felt my fingers slide along the wet lips of her pretty cunt; a cunt that I had come to know very well during the past few days. Her pussy was a special delight: her vaginal lips were especially large, about the diameter of a half-dollar at their widest point, and her clit was about an inch long and very prominently displayed when erect and poking out from underneath the protective hood. My fingers cruelly gripped the tender membranes of one lip and she really started moaning and shaking when I pinched as hard as I could. I could feel my fingernails biting into her sensitive female flesh, eliciting longer and deeper muffled moans the harder I squeezed.
Her pussy had escaped major punishment so far, but later this evening, after she is locked into a more proper position for such work, I will give her cunt a full workout. But like I said, I was going to give her a little break, so I took my hands away from her frightened body and instead used them to unlock the three-inch dildo gag that was jammed into her mouth. She sighed and breathed heavily the moment the gag was out, licking her dried lips and opening and closing her jaw, trying to restore feeling that had been numbed by the constant expansion of the gag. "Please, " she pleaded, "Please let me go… You've had me here three days already…what more do you want?
I don't think I can take much more of this. I won't say anything to anyone, just let me go!" I ignored her stupid comments and she shut up after seeing the look on my face. I told her, "Keep quiet slut. You tired of hanging there? Well, tell you what I'm gonna do: how about if we make a little deal. You're good at deals, aren't you? How about this one, then. I'll let you down from there and let you put your arms down, if you ask me to tie your tits up tight. Alls you got to say is:Baby, please tie my tits hard… Got it?" She shook her head defiantly for a moment, but her mind started changing when she saw me head back towards the wall where my tools were hanging and reach for a riding crop.
I walked back and poked her pert, 36D tits with the end of the crop, lifting them up with the wide end and bouncing them from side to side. I let the crop rest on her nipple and looked into her eyes. She knew what would happen next: the first night I had her, I viciously beat her breasts with this same crop, drawing incredible screams from her. There were still marks on the sensitive undersides of her tits, where I like to concentrate when working on a big-titted girl.
She looked at me for a second, then, her head hanging down in defeat and her hair falling like a curtain around the pained face, said "Baby, please tie my tits hard." I slammed the crop into the hard, red nipple of her left breast and told her to look at me in the eyes. Her head tilted up, she again asked me to tie up her tits. What could I do? Here was this pretty young girl asking me to tie her tits… I'm basically a helpful guy and do what people want, so I uncranked the pulley and released the tension of the ropes. She groaned with relief as I snapped the cuffs off of her ankles, permitting her to close her legs and stand somewhat naturally.
Her wrists were still cuffed totgether, and grabbing these, I led her towards another part of the basement where I kept a special piece of furniture: the examination table. It was a table very similar to the kind found in gynecologist offices, except that this one had heavy duty leather straps and extra-strong steel bars instead of weak stirrups. I think she knew what was coming, because when she saw the table, she groaned, "Ohhhh nooooo…." and vainly tried to resist my efforts to get her up on the table.
Three days of severe treatment, however, had weakened her to the point where capable resistance was impossible and I had no real problem in getting her to sit up on the table and lie down on her back. I began by strapping down her waist with a wide leather belt. Next I removed her wrist cuffs and slid each wrist into a specially placed leather cuff that kept her arms locked against her sides. Two more belts were placed around her upper arms and another went around her neck, thus effectively restraining her upper body and preventing any movement, however slight. But before I continue with this session, perhaps I should fill you in on some background information.
My helpless little friend is Katie. I saw little Katie for the first time in a restaurant where she was working as a waitress. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her that night: her beautiful face, large tits and shapely ass drove all other thoughts from my mind. You see, I have this particular thing for young girls, but Katie was special because she also had big firm breasts and nipples that could be seen poking through the thin material of her work blouse. I don't think I tasted the food that night: my brain was all abuzz with planning out how I would get to know her better.
My fascination must have been obvious, because when a busboy came by to refill my water glass, he grinned and said "Nice, huh?" I nodded and said, "She is beautiful… I think I'm in love. How long has she been working here?" The idiot told me her name, and mentioned that she lived in Bay Shore, about 5 miles away. I hurried up and finished my meal. I probably spend too much money by going out to eat every night, but there are some benefits, like getting rewarded by finding out the names of girls like Katie and where they live. Driving back home, I already knew that I would be visiting Skyler in a few months and looking that sweet young thing up in the phone book.
I was shaking with lust, but I managed to control myself from improptu behavior, and besides, all of my trapping gear was in the van at home. To succeed in a hobby like mine, you need, above all else, patience. Pick your target carefully and then take your time…all the work pays off in the end: just look at Katie strapped down on the table…what a payoff!
The Capture
I waited about a month and a half before I started Operation Katie. I made sure not to return to that restaurant again, but looked her up in the phone book and found out where she lived. Her neighborhood was perfect for what I had in mind: small houses hidden by lots of trees that were far from each other and had long driveways. There was very little traffic on her street and no streetlights. Her house was about half of a mile away from a slightly busier street and this road could be easily reached by walking down an infrequently travelled path through some dense woods. I made careful plans, even waiting for her to come home during the ten days before I intended to take her.
It was very easy to park the van in a shopping center near her house, walk through some woods and place myself in some well-positioned trees and bushes where I could watch the front door of her house. This surveillance showed me that she lived alone, which was just what I wanted, and that she always came home by herself. Apparently she didn't have any boyfriends, which was even better. Everything seemed to be going my way until the tenth night of my watch. She came home like usual, around 10:00 PM, but after spending an hour in one of the upstairs rooms, she came out the front door with a couple of suitcases and put them in the trunk of her car. I nearly shit!
The little bitch was going out of town and about to ruin all of my plans. I thought fast and acted even faster. I took off and raced back to the van. I drove it to the street across the wooded path and parked it there after grabbing the bag holding my trapping gear. I ran back to the front of her house, heart pounding and hoping that she hadn't left yet. I lucked out and saw her car still there, with the front door open and all of the upstairs lights off. I snuck around closer to her house, waiting in the shadows by the side of the house in front of the car. She would be coming out any minute now, and I planned to make my grab as she walked from the porch to her car.
I waited a minute or two and then finally heard the screen door open, the front door closed shut and she was walking down the steps to her car. In a flash, I stalked her silently from behind and surprised her by tackling her from the rear and falling on top of her as we both hit the ground. She never knew what hit her. Years of practice have perfected my technique, and in just a few seconds I was sitting on top of her back with my knees holding her arms down and my hands slipping the gag into her mouth. She was kind of dazed for a minute, and didn't start to struggle till after the gag was secured, which by then was too late for her because noone could here her muffled screams anymore.
I punched the back of her head to settle her down a bit, then proceeded to handcuff her hands together, behind her back. I next cuffed her ankles, thus ensuring that she could not get away. I took a strong rope out of my bag and slipped it through the ankle and wrist cuffs, tying her wrists and ankles together very tightly. Her legs were bent back pretty good, and to make the bondage even tighter, I looped some cords around her knees, forcing her legs together. She was ready to be moved, except for one final thing, and after placing a hood over her face, I picked her up, along with my bag, and carried her through the woods to my waiting van.
I approached the van slowly, making sure that no cars were coming down the street or that noone was walking their dog. I quickly opened the rear door, put her inside and closed the door behind me. This had happened so fast that she was still kind of dazed and not really struggling, which made it easy for me to pack her into a waiting heavy-duty trunk. Snapping the lid closed, I piled some boxes around it, along with some moving blankets, and crawled up to the front to start the engine. I was soon out of that neighborhood safely and on my way home.
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