Janet · Bound · Part 1

Janet · Bound · Part 1 (1/2)
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Chapter 1

It wasn’t his fault- she was the one who’d suggested it in the first place- who’d made it possible. For months, they’d been communicating via email, exchanging fantasies. Hers was to be captured and carried off by force, never to be released. To be used as a slave, kept chained in a dungeon in the dark. He’d decided to go along with it, just for her sake- just a bit of fun really. Hell, she’d begged him to do it! Was he to blame for getting a little carried away?

He’d gone along with it, all the while realising that she was dead serious. She’d given him her home address, for gods’ sake, told him where to find the spare key, and admitted she lived alone. The only work she did was on the internet- if anyone was to miss her, they didn’t even know who she really was. The key was under the fire extinguisher, just as she’d said and once he’d carefully unlocked the door, there was no latch or chain.

The smell of her apartment was intoxicating. He’d slipped inside the door and just stood there, eyes closed, breathing in her scent. An old trick from his hunting days was to almost close his eyes and focus on a point- a way of quickly becoming accustomed to the dark. He did this now, noting that the whole building was solid concrete, with thick carpet throughout. He could dance through the apartment without a sound.

Padding across the carpet, as his eyes adjusted to the dark he found the bedroom door. It was too easy. Heart hammering, and knees shaking, he paused for a moment, trying to calm his breathing. Taking the rope and leather harness gag with a fat rubber penis out of his pockets, he carefully eased the door open. A faint light shone through the curtains- there she was, her dark hair spread across the pillow. Apart from having longer hair, she was just as in the photos and on the web cam. He gazed transfixed as her chest rose and fell with her steady breathing. He could hear her exhale, a faint noise in the silent room as he stood at the foot of the bed watching her.

She would probably freak- he was meant to come in the daylight hours, so she’d see who it was first. He’d agreed to that, but shit- she didn’t seem one for half measures and he’d always believed if you were going to do something, you might as well do it right. Besides, if she didn’t want to be surprised, she could have put the chain on the door!

He could see her collar- she’d said she always wore it to bed with the lead attached. That would make things easier for him. The rope in his left hand, he crept to her side. Carefully, he lifted the gag up and slipped it into his own mouth, wetting it with his saliva- it would go into hers so much easier. For another moment, he gazed at her- she was so beautiful, smooth skin and soft shiny hair. The collar framed her face and her lashes looked like those of a little girl. With a deep breath he gathered his strength – it was time.

With a knee on her chest, he pulled her head back by the hair, and shoved the black rubber penis into her mouth. Rolling her over, he transferred his knee to her back, and buckled the straps tight. She fought like a wildcat, making more noise than he’d thought possible. Surely the neighbours would hear!

Managing to wrestle her left arm up behind her, he wrapped the rope around it, then grabbed for her right arm. Nothing fancy at this stage, there’d be time enough for that later. Bucking and screaming, she was soon lashed into immobility, with her ankles tied up to her wrists. The free end went up to her collar, and using his strength, he pulled until her muffled screaming turned into a muted gurgling sound.

As he tied the rope off to the D ring at the back of her collar, she lunged back, cracking his forehead with the back of her own head. Seeing stars, he decided to stop messing around and pulled harder bending her backward in an agonising bow. She was certainly awake now! Her eyes as big as saucers, she stared at him, horrified.

‘Janet- this is what you asked for’ he said, holding his sore head. ‘Don’t look so surprised.’

The look on her face didn’t change, either she didn’t like what was happening, or she was taking her part very seriously. Unfortunately for her, she was not going to have an opportunity to comment. Once his head cleared, he sat down and pushed her onto her side. She’d quietened down now, just staring unblinkingly at him. ‘You look a little surprised’ he said- ‘didn’t you think I’d go through with it?’

He slipped his hand down her pajama top. Closing his eyes as he felt her soft skin, he caressed her breasts, and toyed with her nipples. For more than half an hour, his hands roamed over her, undoing buttons as required. His fingers entwined with her hair, he knelt down and kissed her stretched out midriff. His lips and tongue made journeys over her, licking and sucking, as more and more skin became exposed. Her face was red, from lack of air and probably a little frustration, when he sat up and looked at her face.

Untying the rope at the back of her collar afforded some relief- at least her face went back to its normal colour! ‘You’re very beautiful’ he said, gazing at her. ‘I hope I can make you very happy. Your eyes are gorgeous, you know.’

Now that she was limp and unable to put up a fight, he untied her, leaving the gag in place. Soft moans came from behind it as she lay there, barely able to move. Her own leather cuffs were wrapped around her wrists and locked on. As he sat her upright, she made feeble sounds of protest, and tried to resist. In her weakened state, she was no match for him and was soon standing at the foot of the bed with her wrists attached to a rope going up to the hook in the ceiling.

Her feet were slipped into a pair of high heels, then her ankle cuffs were locked into place. Soon she was standing naked, legs held apart by her spreader bar, her head back, as he stood behind her. Again, his hands and lips were on her- teasing and titillating. He stood in front of her and gazed at her, gently gliding his fingers over her smooth skin and her hips. A wide leather belt with a crotch strap dangling from it, was buckled around her waist, and first a well lubricated butt plug, then a vibrator was slid inside her. The crotch strap was pulled tight, lifting her up onto her toes.

He wrapped a short skirt around her waist- just to accentuate her legs and turned the vibrator onto its lowest setting. An amusing half hour or so was spent, just watching her moan and wriggle, before he lay down and fell asleep, to the sounds of her moans and the muted hum of the vibrator.

He awoke to the sight of her dangling at the foot of the bed. She was still and quiet now, the batteries had run down, and so had she. He woke her with more caresses and kisses, before untying the rope from the ceiling and freeing her ankles. She slithered to the floor, limp and spent. Her hands went to the gag, to be gently pulled away by her new owner.

Chapter 2

‘We don’t want to disturb the neighbours, Janet’ he said soothingly, lifting her skirt and unbuckling the crotch strap. The vibrator fell out onto the floor, and he carefully eased the butt plug away from it’s cosy spot. She was a mess, dazed and disorientated. Her arms were as limp as a rag doll. He helped her up and took her into the bathroom.

Afterwards she was tied to a chair in the kitchen, still naked. The gag came off, and was replaced by a large rubber ball, held in place by a few strips of duct tape. Before applying the tape, he entwined his fingers in her hair and licked and kissed her lips. ‘We don’t want the tape to stick to them, my sweet- your lips are too pretty to harm.’

She sat bound immovably, legs apart and wrists behind her, while he spent some more time kissing and caressing her. ‘You’re so sexy Janet, I just can’t stop myself. Good thing I don’t have to, hey?’

Standing behind her, he slid his hands down over her, teasing and stroking her skin. He rolled her nipples between thumbs and forefingers while kissing her neck. His hands were all over her, on a mission of exploration and discovery. Holding a handful of hair, he pulled her head back and kissed her face, his other hand cupping her chin.

Abruptly, he let go. ‘Well, I’d love to do that all day Janet, but we’ve got work to do.’

Using a pair of scissors, he started on her hair, cutting off as much as possible, then lathered up what little was left. Within a surprisingly short time, he was carefully shaving her eyebrows off, leaving her completely hairless all over, apart from her lashes. ‘Soon you’ll see why, Janet’ was his only comment as he wiped her off.

As he began to free her, there ensued a short struggle, culminating with her face down on the floor having her wrists bound behind her back with cotton rope. For her, the reality was far removed from her fantasy. He was meant to come in daylight, not jump her when she was asleep. This was terrifying- not the least bit exciting. She just wanted to be able to tell him to stop for a moment. She kicked and screamed, thrashing about on the carpet as he tied her wrists to her ankles once again.

‘We need to keep you quiet for a little while Janet’ he said, producing a hypodermic filled with clear liquid. ‘This is just a mild sedative, it’ll wear off soon.’ Her eyes were wide against the bald head- the lack of eyebrows emphasising her eyelashes and giving her the appearance of a doll. ‘I wouldn’t fight it; you don’t want the needle to break off in your arm.’

As she drifted off to sleep, he peeled the tape off, pulled a tight leather hood over her head and laced it tight. The ball was forced into her mouth and her jaw held closed. The hood completely covered her head, the only opening being breathing holes for her nostrils. After making sure she could breathe freely, he replaced her collar. She was so small and light, he was able to pick up her limp form and carry her to the bed. He stood and looked at her, lying limp on her bound arms. Naked apart from the hood, her skin was smooth and white; she had the body of a teenager. It was then he realised- he was never going to let her go. The plan to take her became a reality as of that moment. Well she’d always said she wanted to be a full time slave- a 24/7 sub.

Chapter 3

He was just giving her what she wanted. The feelings he had for her were far more powerful than any law or moral code. Any sense of honour or respect for women just didn’t seem important any more. Only one thing mattered- keeping her in chains forever. But first- he had to pack. A huge suitcase was in the wardrobe, just her size. It took a bit of doing, but finally she was packed inside, wrists handcuffed together, the chain locked to the ring at the front of her collar. She could touch her mouth through the leather hood, but there was no way she’d get the hood off, it was there until he unlocked the collar and set her free. A baby monitor was placed in her limp hands, and taped in place near her mouth

Her ankles were restrained with her own leather cuffs and a padlock between them. Nothing else was required, the suitcase would hold her if she woke up prematurely. Using her own folding trolley, he moved her temporary prison out into the back of his van, and tied the handle to the luggage rail inside. Going back into her apartment, he quickly loaded a few more suitcases with whatever clothing took his eye. The smells inside her wardrobe were divine. Taking a moment, he closed his eyes and breathed her scent in, filling his lungs with her. Another case full of jewellery and make up went on the trolley and in his anonymous Amtrak overalls and cap, he wheeled it down to the van.

Cap over his eyes as he drove past the security cameras, he hummed to himself as he listened to the sounds of her steady breathing in the earphone. ‘I wish they all could be Californian girls’- those Beach Boys sure had it sussed.

It was around 2 hours drive to his place. Smiling to himself he thought about the other part of the surprise- she thought he lived in Australia! Well, he had at one time…

As they left the city limits, he relaxed and started singing his favourite song at the top of his voice. ‘East Coast girls are hip, I really DIG those styles they wear…’ Watching his speed carefully, he motored along, dreaming of good times to come. The occasional whoop of sheer exuberance the only interruption to the sedate journey.

At first he’d wanted to play along with her fantasy. She seemed really something in her emails and on the phone, her sexuality was unmistakable. Just listening to her voice one day, he’d pretty much flipped out- she’d just casually mentioned what she was wearing at the time. It wasn’t some bizarre fetish wear, but there was something in her voice that got to him. From that moment, he could not stop thinking about her. Months went by- he was a rational guy, not given to whims of fantasy. He told himself his feelings for her were just feelings, nothing more- not something to be taken seriously. Even as he’d entered her apartment, he’d managed to convince himself that she’d still be waking up in her own bed next week, the same as usual.

Well, not any more! She was his now. Her fantasy now an ironclad reality- she would be iron clad once they got there, alright. He’d been busy in his workshop, making up a few surprises for her. Some were in a box in the van- he really had meant to just play with her in her own apartment. The plan had been to tie and gag her, then come back to the van for the box of toys.

The hypodermic just sort of happened to be in his coveralls.…

Just for a moment, he closed his eyes- the image of her head on her pillow tugged at his heartstrings. Shit- he was in love with her. No use denying it. He’d known for months now, but hadn't admitted it to himself. It just wasn’t right to feel like this about someone a bloke had never even seen! He was a confirmed bachelor anyway, not about to get caught up in some sort of long distance relationship with a woman he shared a kink with!

All that had gone out the window as soon as he’d seen her. The thought of spending his life without her seemed bleak and miserable. All those years of independence and self-sufficiency seemed a hazy memory. As if by it’s own accord, the van turned up the road into his house- they were home. The trip had seemed like a 5 minute drive- he had no memory of it, whatsoever. Shutting the motor off, the only sound was a roaring in his ears, as if his emotions were boiling over. Her breathing still sounded the same in the earphone, thank god- hopefully he would have noticed any problem, not just kept on driving…

As the automatic door rolled up, he slid out and hurried around the back. There was an unconscious woman in the back of his van! He ran the thought through his mind again- an unconscious woman in his van…. Her wrists and ankles secured- trapped inside a suitcase- god what a feeling.

She was going to love this, he thought, opening the back doors and untying the handle of the case. Well maybe not at first…

He laid her temporary prison down and opened it up A quick look around for unwanted spectators and he lifted her up over his shoulder. She was so light, he could have carried her around indefinitely, but it just wouldn’t do to be seen giving a naked bound woman a tour of the grounds. Not that she’d see anything through the hood anyway. Opening the door in the garage, he went down the steps into the concrete bomb shelter.

Pausing in the entrance, he looked around with satisfaction. The previous owners of the property had been a little paranoid, building a reinforced concrete bunker with a hidden door opening into it. He’d spent months down there, fixing bolts in the walls, building furniture and ‘decorating’ the place. It wasn’t exactly a dungeon, but was about as close as he’d ever need. More of an underground bedroom, with an attached ensuite.

The ‘sleep box’ hadn't been his idea- something he’d read about somewhere. It looked like a coffin, made from dark timber. The idea was for her head to first be encased in a padded box, which closed over her neck and had a plastic tube and mouthpiece that directed air into her mouth, similar to a scuba diver.

The idea was to totally remove outside stimuli, so she could be ‘trained’ or brainwashed by subliminal messages piped in through the inbuilt earphones. She’d drift off to sleep at night listening to soft music, which had an undercurrent of repetitive phrases designed to break down her will and turn her attention to her own body. She was to be trained to serve and to do it willingly- not for him the whips and cruelty described in books and stories. She was his dream girl, not some captured maiden.

She would be laid face down in the larger box, her headbox fixed into place, and the padded lid closed. The beauty of the system, was that there was no need for further restraint. Once the lid was closed, she’d be compressed so tightly, she’d be unable to move her hands from her sides. That way, all chafe marks would be eliminated.

Chapter 4 – Janet’s new home

Gradually she woke up, her head aching and vision blurred. What was that in front of her? She seemed to be stuck somehow, as if she couldn’t move. Blinking and shaking her head, she tried to focus on the thing in front of her. Funny, it looked like her own reflection? Only different somehow. She pulled at her arms, it was if she was tangled in her blankets unable to move.

Struggling to wake up, memories came back of being bound and molested on her own bed. As her mind cleared, so did the reflection in the mirror above her. She was lying on her back naked, stretched out to the four corners of a large wooden table. Leather straps held her wrists and ankles, with many more around the rest of her taut body. Three wide straps were around her waist, above and below her breasts. More held her thighs, above her knees and her elbows. Her neck had one that went up under her chin, and appeared to be fixed to the table, stopping her from moving her head. The straps around her wrists were pulled so tight, her whole body was stretched. The hood was gone and she could see the alien sight of her bald head.

Looking wildly around, she saw a familiar face- thank god, it was him, her online friend. Breathing a sigh of relief, she tried to speak. He smiled as a hoarse croak came from her dry mouth. ‘Don’t try to speak Janet- I’ll let you know when it’s time to.’

‘You just lie there quietly for a while and I’ll get you a drink.’

A wave of panic shot through her- what was he doing? More memories came back to her- the way he’d jumped her as she slept, tied her in an agonising hogtie and teased her until she couldn’t think anymore. As she tried to make an intelligible sentence, he got up and bent over her. Softly he kissed her dry lips and stroked her cheek. ‘Shush now, my precious- I’ll get you a drink.’

Her wide-eyed stare followed him until he came back. With a plastic cup, he dribbled a little water between her lips. ‘Don’t try and talk Janet- I just want you to lie there quietly. If I ask you a question, it will be a simple yes or no one. Do you understand?’

Eventually she managed to move her head up and down a little. ‘Thank you’ he said smiling down at her. ‘I don’t want any unpleasantness between us. I’m not going to hurt you’ he went on, stroking her cheek. ‘I just want to keep you- forever. If you’re good, I’ll let you come upstairs and wait on me sometimes.’

‘Now, before I go, are you all right? By that I mean can you breathe and will you be alive when I come back?’

Dazed, she nodded her head once more, eyes still wide and unblinking. With a kiss on her forehead, he swept out the room, closing the door behind him.

Time passed slowly for the stretched maiden on the big table. He fingers fluttered and her toes wriggled. Little else moved apart from the irregular rise and fall of her chest and her eyelids opening and closing. Even her eyes remained fixed on the image above her. The mirrored tiles showed a creature unlike anything she’d seen in all the bondage pictures. Strangely hypnotic and somehow disturbing. It seemed hours before he came back in. She was in a daze from being fixed in one spot so long, her whole body stiff and sore.

‘Let me go please,’ she croaked ‘my arms are hurting.’

His answer was to bend down and kiss her lips. ‘Don’t worry, we’ll soon have you out of this.’

Yet again, he began to caress her, starting with a massage to her stiff arms. ‘Let’s just get back to a nod or head shake for communication’ he suggested. ‘We don’t want to be using that nasty gag again do we?’

This time, he took some time teasing her, then slipped a moistened finger inside her, which was soon replaced by a slippery little egg vibrator. As the gentle buzz and his hands worked on her helpless body, she closed her eyes and drifted. Much much later, she was drifting in a haze of pre orgasmic bliss. There was no up or down, no getting close to the edge and backing off. This was a continual hovering.

It seemed to go on for hours. She lay there moaning, her head moving from side to side. She could see the reflection in the ceiling, him bending over her naked form, teasing and tormenting. She was caressed, kissed, her nipples teased sucked and clamped. Ice cubes were slid over her body, various vibrating toys and even a feather duster took their turn in the assault on her senses. The little vibe hummed quietly away, driving her crazier by the minute.

When the torture stopped, she was barely conscious- her body covered in perspiration and she trembled uncontrollably, as if from a chill.

When she was released from the table, she couldn’t move, just lay there limp, sightlessly staring at the ceiling. Her mind was a complete blank, she didn’t even care about that elusive orgasm any more. Once her new owner had cleaned her up and toweled her off, she was rolled over and given an expert massage. All the knots and stiffness were lovingly smoothed out as she lay limp and drained.

In a near catatonic state, she lay there while the box was fitted over her head and locked shut. With no hair to get in the way, it went on beautifully, the breathing piece in her mouth, and the earphones in the correct spots. As the box closed, the foam padding forcing her jaws together, Janet started struggling. Gently but firmly, he helped her into the larger box, making sure her head box slipped into the appropriate place.

It was a little tricky to have her arranged just right before closing the lid, but she was soon crushed within the padding, her arms held tightly by her sides, just as anticipated. She was totally deprived of sensations, no movement possible apart from wriggling her fingers and toes. A dark silent world disturbed only by a faint hiss of air which in itself was soothing and restful.

A little drained himself, her new owner went upstairs. He watched the monitor and listened carefully- this was a crucial time for her. Her heart rate went up a little, but she wasn’t the type to panic and soon had herself under control. When her breathing steadied, he relaxed. A sterling effort for someone who’d been attacked in her own bed in the dead of night, teased and tormented for hours taken away, then locked in a box. Of course she was probably a little drained, maybe a touch short of energy. Taking a deep breath himself to steady his nerves, he picked up the microphone. There was no script for this, he’d decided to wing it. Somehow he had to reassure her that he meant no harm and cared deeply for her.

‘Janet, everything’s going to be OK’ he said softly. It sounded lame, but he had to start somewhere. He went on, speaking quietly and steadily, explaining that she now belonged to him for good. ‘You need to be properly trained, Janet- you must admit things haven’t been going well since you lost your last job.’

From then on he was on fire- he briefly set out how her life was going to be- constant supervision, her health and fitness attended to and all bad habits ceased. She was now his domestic slave for keeps. A few parts were left out- the subliminal messages she’d hear once asleep, and the cart she’d be trained to pull. She’d be unable to reach orgasm for at least a week, depending on how she went, and then only once a week thereafter. No need to tell her that either! That was one part of the average ‘captured’ stories he approved of, the enforced chastity with orgasms as a reward for good behaviour.

Gradually, her breathing slowed as he droned on. Either she was becoming reassured that she’d be OK, or she really was tired. Once she seemed to be asleep, he turned on the tape, with soothing music and deep and meaningful messages in the background, just below the threshold of normal hearing.

Chapter 5 – Training

Janet · Bound · Part 1 (1/2)
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