Deep Cover Engagement · Part 2 (2/2)
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“No.. please. Leave me in a little longer,” I said, even a bit to my own surprise. I apparently didn’t need to tell him twice. He shoved the gag back in my mouth, but left the towel where it was. He turned the vibrator back on, but at only half the speed. With the sparks and shivers still pulsing through my helpless body though, that was enough. I was back into my own floaty world, where I moaned and strained as he began to flog my very sore ass again.
When he eventually did free me almost another hour later, I hugged him close and never felt more connected. I can’t even explain it, though I certainly did try. We talked through how he just wanted to basically take out his rage, and when I offered myself up something just kind of clicked that I could be that outlet. I tried lightly to pressure what it was at work that had him feeling that way but he just repeated “It’s being dealt with probably.”
And then we talked about what it was I’d just gone through. I confessed I didn’t know, I tried to explain what it was like but had no idea where it came from. But just like I like making him happy, he likes making me happy. And he wanted to know what is it that gave me something so good I started sounding more like a wild beast than a woman and kind of blank out entirely. I couldn’t believe it was as long as it was because time simply didn’t work right when I was that helpless.
The next night, we tried the roles reversed. I could do whatever I liked and he wouldn’t put up any fight. I took as much advantage as I could think of, teasing and torturing his cock, sitting on his face to the point of near suffocation. I brought out the flogger, got some rope to replace the zipties, and really allowed an unrestrained id to have full and uncontested reign. And it was great for both of us, better even than our sex had been.
So we both agreed, regardless of who took the lead, it was better for both of us if we agreed that only one of us would. We each in turn became each other’s playthings.
So even with the wedding and my cover job, we each took time to explore. With his wealth and the cards he gave me, we each had no qualms about buying what tools we thought might suffice. Our apartment had both a den and a spare bedroom, which became his and my dungeon respectively. Chains and metal became a favorite, heavy and noisy and so unbreakable. The sound of a padlock shutting was becoming a near pavlovian response that made my pussy start to salivate.
He installed several discrete anchor points throughout the house, especially in the den. And as he would lead me somewhere, he always made sure to lock me to one of those anchor points. I knew the moment I start to submit that I am powerless. He kept finding new and interesting ways to tease me, to torture me, or to overwhelm me with pleasure, and always finding a time to use me for his on pleasure. He got a belt with a crotch strap that locks into place but splits to allow continued functioning, but with several vibrators embedded in it with batteries around the waistband to last for days or maybe weeks between full charges.
He would often leave me with some kind of teasing device like that on. He says after that he just goes to another room, but I have no way of knowing that and there is something truly gripping about that abandonment. He has even teases that he might chain me, leave some food out, and go away for a week or more while my belt keeps me in stimulated company locked to some anchor point and helpless.
I’ve made use of many of those anchor points myself, though the chain I lead him around with always leads back to his cock. Perhaps my favorite is to lock it to the back of a chair, it forces him to kneel in front of the chair. At different lengths I can let him lean forward and service me for long periods of time. Other times I lock it so far forward he needs to lean back making him only be able to watch as my pussy sits inches from him but unreachable. I would sometimes leave him to anguish in a spiked chastity cage, gagged and holding in the large vibrating bullet chained to a chair forced to watch me slowly masterbate to some very loud lesbian porn on our large television. I had teased him many times that maybe I ought to order an escort or two and make him watch as I scream in delight for hours.
Of course, these are fantasies. When not “in the moment” we both agreed we didn’t actually want that, at least not right now. I wasn’t going to bring in other people, he wasn’t really going to leave me alone, but the fantasy was engrossing. We felt like teenagers first experimenting with something new and almost overwhelming. As his stressful days seemed to get more frequent, his desires seemed to climb with them. He would come home upset or angry and I then realised the chance to make him feel better. When he seemed more angry, I’d submit. When he felt more scared, he seems more ripe to be dominated. Either way, his mood would improve, and he’d seem to get a little bit looser lipped. Something I felt a little bad taking advantage of, but what made me live with it was knowing that if I weren't trying to gather information I’d still want to do every other part of it.
Two weeks before our wedding, Anton didn’t come home. I was a worried, but at least a relieved when he eventually texted that he needs to work until quite late. I waited up on the couch for him and fell asleep watching netflix.
I woke up to the sensation of cool metal manacles being closed around my wrists behind my back. It was still pitch black outside but the room was brightly illuminated. I looked up to see Anton with his knee holding me down. He had a very serious look on his face, the kind he had when he was deeply insistent on my total obedience. He got this way sometimes after a particularly stressful time, and the one he had generally before some of our most intense sessions. He placed another pair of metal manacles around my ankles and stood me up.
I hadn’t seen these ones before, the hands were separated by about six inches of chain with an o ring in the middle, and my feet had only a few inches more than that. It was only then as I bent my head down to look at the restraints that I noticed he had already gagged me with what felt like a panel gag I didn’t instantly recognize. It prevented me from asking him about his day in any meaningful way, but that could all happen later. He was a man on a mission and I was to be his to do with as he pleased until he was done.
He brought out a tool from beside the edge of the couch that looked like a hook you might use with climbing equipment, but the inside of the hook was sharp edged like a knife. My eyes went wide for a second after some light glistened off the knife edge. He placed it at the collar of my shirt and pulled down, it shred away the pajama tops I had on like they were paper. He ripped two more lines over my shoulders and then ripped the ruined top off from behind me. They were not exactly cheap clothing, but it was his card that bought them and it was frankly too hot to think about any of that. He knelt down and did a few more choice cuts, allowing my pajama pants to be pulled away as well leaving me naked and in cuffs. The end result I got to often, but with significantly more showmanship than stripping me before the cuffs.
He reached behind the couch and pulled out what looked like an animal control pole, complete with metal wire at one end. He slipped it around my neck while I was still admiring how imposing it looked. He had recently gotten a steel dog cage that he had locked me in, and I remember telling him how much the animal level of humiliation, helplessness and then abandonment when he left the room all felt amazing. But this pole was new, I had never seen any of this before, I loved it when he simply introduced his new toys like this without warning first, another thing I’ve confessed. I get to have no idea what was coming next because I’ve never seen any of this before.
He seemed to look me up and down, as if thinking through something or trying to remember something. He didn’t vocalize, He simply stood silently until he made his decision, when he set down the pole and attacked it with a carabiner to an anchor point and walking briskly towards the bedrooms and then back. It suddenly dawned on me that with a rigid pole rather than a leash, it didn’t need to be locked I simply could never reach the other end of this eight foot or so pole. He walked up behind me when he returned and without warning pushed the large egg vibrator into my ass. Only a moment later it turned on, at about the same time Anton took hold of the pole and began to pull me forward.
But he was pulling me out towards the hall. I was completely naked, my hands could not even cover my crotch but there was very little I could do. As we left the door of our apartment I lowered my head and began to follow closer. I trusted there was a plan, there always was, I’d just have to hope that at whatever hour this is that no one would see us. All the same, I was glad when he decided to use the utility elevator rather than one from the main bank. It brought us down to the lowest level of the underground garage, It was quiet and empty, with few cars around and one blue van parked near the elevator.
When we reached the van, he slid the side door. Leading me by the pole, he pushed me to sit down on the surprisingly cushioned floor of the van. But he continued to push with the pole, forcing me to scoot backwards until I could bring by cuffed legs inside. At that point he pushed my head down to face towards one of the several round extrusions poking up from the otherwise flat floor of the van. When he lined up my head with that round extrusion roughly over my gag, I heard a click and my head was suddenly locked into place. Whatever kind of gag he used on me had clicked in locking me where I was.
Next, I felt a seatbelt like thing strap across my back. just below my ass and at my knees. A strap behind me attached to the o-ring in my wrist cuffs, and another in front of me attached to the o-ring in my ankle cuffs. All the straps then tightened until each one was independently satisfied that I was pinned down in a kind of hogtie. I could not move, and no movement of the car could force me to. I heard as the doors shut, and saw the floor darken but I was otherwise unable to see anything that was going on around me. I could hear the drivers door open and close, and feel the vibrations of the motor as he started it up and drove off.
We drove for around 15-20 minutes, long enough to lose track of time. The vibrations of my ass were still going strong, and he had finally decided to take our kink outside our home with all the endless possibilities that might entail. It meant that I wasn’t thinking of this like a cop, I was thinking of it like the perverted little sex monster this man, my man, has been helping me discover I am. I was so distracted I had barely registered that we had stopped.
When the van door opened, Anton immediately grabbed for the control pole that was still holding a coated wire around my neck. He released all the straps before finally pressing a button to release my gag. He dragged me out of the van into what looked like an old brick factory like would have been built and abandoned some time ago. There were now several identical metal tables, each with several metal loops. He pushed me to a kneeling position and said his first words all night. “Brings your arms in front of you.”
I thought it was strange, but I complied, he could have just unlocked and locked them back in the front, or had them in the front from the beginning. At that height it was simple to step over the chain in two moves in order to bring them in front of me. He simply pulled on, leading me to one fof the tables and laying me down. On closer look it was particularly odd because there was a small opening in the metal table right where the neck should go. Once he seemed satisfied with where I was situated, the various metal loops raised up, showing them to be hooks on long pillars. They each turned ninety degrees and descended down again, locking me to the table at several points. them to be.
Just then a second van entered the building, I looked over as best I could, but the loops over my neck give me very little movement in particular.
“I know you’re probably looking over to the van to try to see what’s going on. You do seem to always want to know what’s going on, isn’t that right Anne?”
My face very suddenly went pale. Fuck. He just used my real name. I suddenly pulled with all the strength I had but nothing moved. My head was spinning. I look over at the second van and two men get out of the front and slide the door to their van open. I saw three more women bound in the van exactly the same as I had been. This wasn’t some sex game, this was real. The women they pulled from the van one at a time were stunningly beautiful. One tall and pale, red wavy hair, she was brought to the table closest to me. Her eyes were red and puffy like she had been crying. The other two seemed to be identical twin blonds, each gifted with large perky breasts that jiggled freely as they each pulled and whined and protested what was happening to them. But each girl was only brought out one at a time and had two people wrangling them, none of them could do anything but slow down the inevitable.
Once the girls were all secured, the two that came in the van left the way they came. As they left they gave a honk, telling several other people that were out of sight to emerge and begin their work. Starting at the far end, a kind of conveyor belt of activity started. I couldn’t see much, but I could see the sparks of welding. I heard the gagged screams be intermittently loud. It was all extremely unsettling. One short man was working underneath the tables on a kind of low chair an auto mechanic might have. He worked on the back of the neck of the pale woman beside me who seemed to have a renewed burst of crying as a result with one sharp burst of gagged screaming. When he slid over to me I just looked up at the ceiling. I felt the pain of needles. Some vibrated like a tattooing gun, but one felt more like a sharp pain like some large knife had been plunged into me.
I got a preview of what was going to come for me next by watching what they did to her. Next came the humiliating and painful nipple piercings deep at the root of the areola. Then the welder took spare metal and sealed the cuffs the pale woman wore onto her hands, which I could not help but notice were identical to mine. After doing the same to her ankles, they placed a thick collar around her neck with a single o-ring in the front and back, and they welded that shut as well from under the table. By that point she had a thousand yard stare, she had left her reality for now. But when the welder came for me, Anton stopped him for a moment.
The men connected a pole to the collar of the first twin at the far side before releasing her. When they did, they connected a second poll to the back of her collar too, and two men led her off the table far beyond her reach. They walked her up to her twin who now had a bar on the front of her collar too, which allowed them to easily attach the other girl to the back of the other. Eventually they slapped the redhead back to reality enough to sit her up and lead the coffle of slaves off, each being held rigidly eight feet apart, with two handlers on either end of the line. They were then marched into another room leaving me alone with Anton.
He stood over me and held out my police badge. I had put it in storage behind a fake name behind another fake name, I couldn’t imagine how he found it. “You see, with you joining our family, we have to be careful. We have great investigators, they can pull all kinds of strings to find what no one else can find. And guess what they turned up yesterday afternoon? Well I do have to say Anne.. you don’t look like an Anne. You certainly don’t fuck or talk or act like an Anne. You had me, I believed all of it. So tell me, was any of it real? Oh that’s right, you’re still gagged. I’ll take this off. Just know that if you are honest, nothing you say will make things worse for you, but a lie might make me find a way to make things worse. So be careful, do not lie, and only speak when I tell you to. Things can always get much worse, understand?”
I nodded as best as I could. He then unbuckled my gag and set it beside me.
“What was fake, what was not really you, exactly?”
“Just that I was a cop, and that that was the reason why I first approached you. I’m not nearly a good enough actress to fake all the rest. I swear that is all I kept from you and all I faked for you.” I replied, trying and failing to hold back tears. “I actually do love you. I was actually looking forward to our.. our wedding,” I said before distracting myself by the fact that I couldn’t feel the ring on my finger. I don’t know when he took it off but it clearly wasn’t there.
“And I’m supposed to what, believe you?” he said as he stood over me.
“Don’t you?” I replied. “Haven’t you trusted me.. I kept my job from you just as you kept your job from me. If I weren't Anne, would you ever show me this place? Would you ever bring your wife here?”
“That’s not the same and you know it. I wasn’t creating a relationship based on the lie”
“Well.. my job required getting close and your job didn’t, but please, believe me.. I wasn’t expecting this, I wasn’t expecting any of this. You have no idea how many times I thought.. Fuckit, just go dirty. Join the family and just get rich and happy. You’re, you’re not a good person if you’re running a place like this, but you are a better match for me than any man I’ve ever met with. I.. I had been seriously considering turning my back on everything if it meant not bringing you down.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No.. I didn’t.” I said as my crying began to intensify. “So.. at the risk of punishment, can I ask about any of this?” I asked looking boldly into his eyes.
“My love for you wasn’t an act. I don’t recruit, this wasn’t a set up. When we want girls, we have people who specialize in that. No.. I thought I was finding my soulmate.”
“I’m still that person. I’m still that girl who stayed up late just talking. I’m still that person who loves you so much I never even thought that I was in danger as you brought me here to my grim fate.”
“You’re the one that wanted to see the family business, here it is. What do you care about more, stopping this or saving us?”
“Save? In what world does your father let me live exactly? I know with me gone I can’t be cross examined at trial and so they’re going to have to throw a lot of evidence out and the case against everyone gets a lot weaker. What possible universe would I be allowed to exist when I can do all that?”
“In the universe where you disappear to the world. You’re world would shrink and to the outside world you’re just another girl that went missing. We will never have the life we wanted, your job and mine saw to that. But, if you cooperate, we can find a different kind of normal. If any of this had been real, maybe we can find enjoyment. On the other hand, inside your neck is the same little safety we put in all our girls; a little tracker, a little transceiver, and enough cyanide to make it quick. So do not think that this is some offer you can weisle out of later, if you accept you will never be able to leave my home. You will never be able to talk to anyone besides me. It will never be normal, but it can be yours. Can you accept?”
And just like that, I watched the world of my life become very small. I nodded nonetheless. I might entertain the thought that a death would be easier, but.. Maybe. Maybe the love can regrow. Maybe love can rebuild. My life as a crime fighting cop was over, snuffed out forever. But he stopped short of welding me into my cuffs, and that said to me I’m not going to face a life those other poor souls will.
Anton released me from the table, my legs were understandably weak but I fought through to stand up nonetheless. He grabbed me by my arm and began leading me away to a dilapidated looking elevator. He whistled loudly, causing the welder to come back out with a messenger bag. He grabbed the cart with his tools and followed me into the elevator, causing my heart to sink. I swallowed hesitatingly, struggling to find a good reason why he would be following us. He said nothing, pressing the topmost button. He seemed conflicted still but I wasn’t sure if I should let him stay that way or try to interject. Finally he turned to me and looked me in the eye. “No funny business? You understand there’s no getting away now?” he said tapping on my still sore neck. “You run, or do anything..”
“I swear,” I said, wiping my wet cheeks as dry as a hand can. The elevator doors finally opened, out onto the flat roof of the building. There was only a small covering around the elevator itself, But even up the three or so stories, you could see for a surprisingly long distance. It was only a sliver through the various trees and buildings, but you could even see the ocean. The pre-dawn light barely illuminated it, but it was there.
“Ok, take them off,” he said with still a note of caution. The man who had done the welding pulled out a fine metal instrument and sticked it into one of the wrist cuffs. It caused it to pop open, and he did the same to the other arm, freeing my hands completely. Though he did fail to do the same for my feet.
Anton cleared his throat and closed his eyes for a moment, gathering up to him the best words. “Anne Cathalin Mostov, I know this is not your first choice, but neither of us can have that now.” he said holding my hands and standing directly in front of me. The welder handed him a collar which he presented to me. It was a deep black metal collar. I found it crazy, but it seemed to be modeled as a larger version of my former engagement ring. The black titanium was not an exact match, but the red ruby that sat in the middle was without a doubt the same as must have been taken off my ring whenever it was it was removed.
I was suddenly distracted as I heard a torch light up, spitting out a line of hot fire to heat some kind of small cauldron. Anton reached into his pocket and pulled out my badge and placed it in my other hand which was not holding the collar.
“I want this final decision to be yours, you can be Anne the cop, or Anne the woman who claims she still loves me. This collar is a way of showing you belong to me, and it will be sealed closed with the brass from your badge.” Anton explained. I suddenly noticed the details of where the collar closes. It formed a small channel, slightly thinner than a straw and made up of interlocking segments that with a solid obstruction would make the collar impossible to open. It looked like a lock would be enough to do the job, but a lock clearly does not have the symbolic meaning he was reaching for. I handed over the badge I had once worked hard for and stared as it slowly but surely began to melt.
I moved my hair away as best as I could, but before I closed the collar he rushed to slip in some kind of protective fabric between the collar and my skin. It was cold against my skin, but that was probably for the best. He knelt me down and held my hair back, but I closed my eyes. I heard the sound of hissing and the pad getting significantly hotter, but I couldn’t feel any splatter onto bare skin thankfully, though the cold liquid nitrogen meant to cool it was slightly less precise and hit the uncovered edge of one shoulder.
After a period of silence I opened my eyes and looked up at Anton. He was smiling and helped me up to my feet. “Let’s go home,” he said as he grabbed one of my hands band began to lead me away back to the elevator.
Trust returned only slowly, very slowly when he kept me under lock and key for so much of it. But all this time later, that was the day we now mark as the true day we started our relationship, as Anton and Anne.
Deep Cover Engagement · Part 2 (2/2)
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