Kidnapping Rachel · Part 1 (1/2)
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I had been watching my prey for some time. Her routine was straightforward. She finished work at the end of the week and went for drinks with her colleagues. It would get to about 7 and she would adjourn to her car and drive to the out of town supermarket. Her evening shopping would take about and hour and she would load the car and drive home. It was at the supermarket that I planned to take her. The car park was large and badly lit and of course it was Friday night and most people were in the pub. It would be quiet and everyone else would be preoccupied with their shopping.
I waited for her in the car park and was pleased when she arrived right on time. The evening rush had finished and the car park was emptying. I waited while she completed her shopping and went to load her car. She reached down to put the last bag into the boot and stood up to close the lid. I had closed in while she was loading the car and as she stood up I pulled the hood over her head. She was momentarily stunned and I bent her forwards into the boot, pulled her arms behind her back and quickly pulled the zip tie tight around her wrists.
She had regained her wits enough now to start to struggle and was struggling viciously with everything she had. I bundled her legs into the boot and a further zip tie secured them down. She was becoming more frantic and I knew this was because her air was running out. I unfastened the hood and lifted it off her lower face. She opened her mouth and drew in a huge breath at which point I stuck the gag into her mouth. I fastened it behind her head and pulled the hood back down. I didn’t fasten the laces tightly around her neck, just enough to stop it pulling off. She would get enough air for the short journey and I could sort her out more completely when I got her to the destination.
One final zip tie pulled her ankles up to her wrists and placed her into a hogtie and she was done. The whole thing had taken less than 2 minutes.
There had been no screaming and no one around seemed to have noticed. I closed the boot and took her keys from her bag. My car was parked outside my flat and
I had walked here with the intention of driving her car away. I climbed into the driving seat and set off.
It was only a short ride to my intended location. I had rented a house in the country which was perfect for my needs. It was fairly small but in extensive grounds. It also benefited from a fair sized cellar, which was at least the size of the ground floor if not larger. It could be accessed through the house, but also from the outside via a small hatchway. I had spent a couple of weeks refitting the entire house to meet my needs. Everything above ground was fairly discrete, but downstairs in the cellar everything was obvious. I had purchased or built all the equipment I would need and included plenty of restraints and other toys which I planned to use over the next few days. The grounds themselves were mostly lightly wooded.
There was a large 8 foot fence around the entire complex which was accessed through the main gate. I was the only one with access to this gate and although it would be perfectly possible to climb either the fence or the gate from the inside, I decided the place was perfect for her incarceration.
I pulled the car into the driveway and closed the gates behind the car. A privacy screen was also pulled in place across the drive which meant that only a very small portion of the grounds was visible from outside and there was pretty much no where from outside that the house could be observed from. I opened the boot of the car and carefully lifted my captive onto her feet. I needed her to walk so bent down to cut the tie around her ankles. It would also be easier to move her around if she could see so I unloosed the hood. Before I lifted it off her head, I explained that she was stuck inside the grounds and would be unable to get outside without help.
Nevertheless, I removed the hood and turned my back to close and lock the car. No sooner had I done this than she took off. I turned at the noise and had a quiet chuckle to myself. This was going to be fun, she definitely had spirit and it would be wonderful when I finally had her completely under my control. She had run across the driveway and round one side of the house. Her hands were still stuck behind her and she was still gagged but she was making a courageous effort to get away. I set off after her and as
I could hear her crashing through the woods it was fairly easy to establish where she was going. The fence was about a mile distant in all directions and so would take her about 10-15 minutes to run there, although in her current condition and through this terrain that might take longer.
I let her go as in reality I wanted her to find the fence and realize she was stuck, at least for the time being. I continued my pace in her direction figuring that she would be somewhere near the edge of the grounds. I stopped to listen and realized I could not hear her moving. Either she had figured out she was making too much noise or she had reached the fence and stopped. It was getting dark and I knew it would be better if I got this over with. I started to run forward knowing she would also now be able to hear me coming. I burst out of the woods into the small clearing that ran all the way around the fence. I quickly looked right and left and spotted her about a hundred yards off to my left. I chuckled again that she had emerged from the wood and sprinted towards her. I heard her try to scream and again she took off only this time around the perimeter of the fence.
Her partially restrained state and my longer legs meant I closed the gap fairly quickly and tackled her to the floor. She squirmed and struggled, kicking her legs and trying to fight with her arms. I sat on her back and leaned down to whisper into her ear.
“I am very cross with you for taking off. You will of course now have to be punished. That can wait until I get you back to the house though.”
I removed the pack I had slung onto my shoulders before I had set off after her and removed several items from it. A thick leather collar, wrist and ankle restraints, several short lengths of chain, some padlocks, some thick rope and finally a large hunting knife. This last object I placed directly in front of her face so she could see it. I moved my weight around and locked the ankle restraints on her legs and attached them together with a short chain. I did the same with her wrists, but left the zip tie on for now. I placed the collar around her neck and locked it with a small padlock. I now got off her and stood her up. I led her towards a tree and tied a rope to her collar. This rope was thrown over a branch and I pulled until she was standing on her tip toes. I was could see the fear in her eyes as I explained what was to come next.
“I think it would be best if you were naked now. It is much more difficult to negotiate the local terrain without clothes don’t you think?”
I tied 2 ropes to her wrist restraints and after cutting the zip tie hauled on them until she was tied spread between 2 trees. I could see the collar putting more strain on her neck so untied that rope and let her down. More rope to each ankle and these were pulled as far apart as the chain would allow. She was now standing in front of me, spread-eagled between 2 trees, collared and gagged and I had never wanted her more. I knew I needed to finish this before it got completely dark so I took the knife and quickly cut down the front of her t-shirt and trousers. I took a firm hold and ripped these items from her body. She seemed shocked by the violence of this action and shrank away as far as her bonds would allow. I cut the straps to her bra and took this off allowing her breasts to swing free.
Her panties came next and in a short time she stood naked before me. I couldn’t resist running my hands over her body. I cupped her breasts and took note that her nipples had hardened since her bra was removed. I reached between her legs to gently stroked her only to find she was already incredibly wet.
“Looks like you are enjoying this already. Don’t worry pet, there is plenty more to come.”
Her entire body flushed red as it betrayed her true feelings and she shook her head that she was not enjoying this at all.
“I think your pussy would disagree with you.” I said as I took a final stroke and wiped that on her top lip so she would have no option but to smell her own arousal.
I now strapped a wide leather belt around her waist and lowered each wrist in turn and locked it to the belt.
I untied her ankles and tied a rope to the ring at the front of her collar. I quickly cleared up the rest of the rope and her clothes, stuffing those into my bag, before I set off back towards the house. The lead line was about 8 feet long and she was jerked forwards when it tightened. She moved as quickly as she could with her ankles still tied but made adequate progress through the wood.
It took about 20 minutes to get back to the house and by this time it was completely dark. This suited me as she had probably not taken much notice of her surroundings earlier. I led her in through the back door and stopped at the door to the cellar. It needed unlocking so I took the key from its hook opposite the door, opened it and led her through, down a fairly steep set of steps and into my lair.
I had made sure this place was well insulated both for noise and heating purposes. I pulled my captive into the middle of the room and removed her collar. I knew she didn’t like to wear it but it had served a purpose and she could now be somewhat unfettered. I pushed her towards a metal contraption in the centre of the room. This was made from steel tubing and I encouraged her to sit. Her legs where then strapped to the lower supports and straps were placed around her waist and pulled tight. A further strap around the top of each thigh ensured she would be unable to move her hips and thus free herself from the coming ordeal. I freed each arm in turn and lifted them above her head and strapped them in. Three straps for each arm ensured she was thoroughly secured. I crouched under her chair and lifted the device
I planned to use into place. I small plug was lubricated and I gently inserted this into her ass, while a much larger plug went into her now dripping pussy.
The base of both of these connected onto a rubber device shaped to mould itself to a person and was covered with tiny rubber nubs. These would vibrate against the victim incessantly causing them untold sensation. I positioned the final vibrator over her clitoris, making sure that the prongs where properly settled and would not shake loose. I then attached a set of nipple clamps with a silver chain between to her nipples. I leant forward and kissed her on the head before turning around and climbing the stairs out of the dungeon.
Her torment had just started, but I wanted to give her some time to think about what was to come. I retrieved my bag and went to the car to get her handbag and purse and to make sure her phone was turned off. I doubted anyone would be looking for her before Monday, but if people were ringing and it was going straight to voicemail they would just think she was out of reception, at least for the short term. I got her purse, turned the heating in the cellar up to full and headed back down to see my captive.
She had only been alone for a few minutes but I could see things were beginning to sink in. She had obviously been struggling and I was relieved to see that she had neither managed to loosen any bonds or to dislodge any of the vibrators that I was going to use on her later. I took her driving license from her purse in front of her and read from the front.
“So Rachel, this is what is going to happen. You need to be punished for your little escape attempt earlier and this is how it is going to be. The vibrators in your pussy and ass will be turned on to a random setting. This is a fairly sophisticated piece of kit that will monitor heart rate and muscle contractions to ensure you do not get off too easily. I can assure you however, that you will get off, several times. In fact, I am fairly certain that by tomorrow you will be suitably contrite regarding your actions earlier. I am not entirely heartless however, so I will remove the gag on the condition you do not speak unless I ask you a question.
Nod if you agree.”
Rachel nodded quickly so I stepped forwards and unstrapped the gag and removed it from her mouth. It had been in place for a couple of hours and she worked her stiff jaw to lessen the ache.
“Would you like some water?”
I asked and again she nodded.
I retrieved the glass and held it to her lips. She drank the entire glass and I offered her another. She said yes and we repeated the process.
“I have to leave you now. It is getting late and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I hope you are comfortable.”
With these words I flicked the vibrators on, hit record on the camera that would allow me to observe the proceedings and left the room. I went upstairs and got myself a drink, settled in a comfortable chair and switched on the tv to watch the feed from the cellar. I had deliberately left the lights on as I didn’t really want her to get much rest this evening. I could tell that the increased temperature was beginning to take effect as there was a think sheen of sweat covering her entire body. I could hear a faint vibration coming from her crotch and knew it was beginning. She was starting to squirm and to buck her hips presumably in time to the stimulation.
Each movement caused the small weight I had placed on the nipple chain to swing a little but it was all adding to her torment. She screwed her eyes shut and her mouth was open as she panted to get more air. I could tell she was getting nearer her orgasm when she opened her eyes and let out a small scream. I chuckled as the vibration had stopped, guessing she was right on the edge but without enough stimulation to get over.
I refilled my glass and waited for the games to begin again. It took about 10 minutes before the machine reckoned she was calm enough for it to start the stimulation again.
This time she was bucking her hips and panting practically straight away and she desperately tried to get enough to orgasm, but again she would be denied.
The frustration on her face was glorious and I wondered how she would feel later when the stimulation changed. Again the vibration kicked in and this time
I thought she was going to make it over the edge. Her body was streaming with sweat and it was running off her face, down her body and into her crotch. She looked delicious right at that moment. Tightly restrained, plugged, clamped and writhing with delicious agony.
She opened her mouth to scream and again it was one of frustration as she was again denied the orgasm. I felt a pang of sorrow for her at that point, knowing she would be desperate to get off. This time the machine stopped for only about 60 seconds, just enough time for her to catch her breath before it kicked in and on a higher setting that all the previous ones. It seemed about right as she had been denied orgasm for about 90 minutes by this time. I could hear the vibration clearly coming through the mic and her scream was almost feral as she finally was brought over the edge. Her entire body tensed and she screwed her feet and hands up tightly and she continued to scream until it seemed she would have no breath to scream with. It seemed to go on for an age, but in reality it was only about 60 seconds but when she was done she slumped as much as the bonds would allow.
I, however, knew what was to come now. The vibration had not stopped but during the time of her orgasm had reduced itself to a lower setting. It now kicked back up albeit not to as high as setting as before. I could see the muscles of her abdomen contracting and relaxing in turn as the vibration was transmitted throughout her entire body. I knew this torment would be worse than not being allowed to come at all and sure enough within the next few minutes, she was brought to another screaming climax. This treatment continued for about the same amount of time as the previous one had, during which time she multiple orgasms.
I watched continuously, fascinated by her moans and screams and by the seemingly tireless way in which she fought at the moment of climax. It was approaching the 90 minute mark again by which point she had of course, been tormented for nearly 3 hours. Her skin was soaked with sweat and it had run down her into little pools under her chair. She was coming almost continuously now and her body was shaking all the time. Tears had run down her cheeks and I could see saliva escaping from the corners of her mouth. I knew she was due for a break, but as
I was not controlling the machine I did not know how long this would be. I decided it was time for me to go to bed, even though I could have stayed up and watched her all night. I flicked 2 switches outside the cellar door. The first one turned out the lights and the second turned the camera onto the night vision mode. An eerie green glow bathed Rachel strapped into the chair, but at least now the glare of the lights was taken away and she might be able to get some rest. I checked the tv one more time and realized the vibration had stopped. Her head was slumped on her chest and she was breathing deeply. I assumed she had passed out almost as soon as the lights had gone off and the vibrations had stopped.
I went to bed sure in the knowledge that my captive would be fine until the morning. I was certain she would not have as comfortable a night as I would, but then she was not here to be comfortable. I knew she would need some rest too tomorrow, but for now, I needed to get to bed.
I slept for a solid 9 hours and woke feeling refreshed. I stretched and threw off the duvet. I needed a coffee and a shower, but also needed to check on my guest. I wandered into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on, then went to see how Rachel was doing. I hit the switch to kill the vibrators and to turn the light on and checked the tv to see how she was doing. Her head was resting on her chest and there was a line of drool running down from her mouth, down between her breasts and pooling on the floor between her feet.
She looked exhausted. There were shadows under her eyes and I guessed she hadn’t really slept all that much if at all. She was drenched in sweat and I had left the heating on full all night. I knew she would need moving and that she would be in no fit state to provide any resistance. I killed the heating and switched on the air conditioning in the cellar. I knew that would take a few minutes to have an impact on the temperature, so I made myself a coffee and drank it in front of the tv.
She was beginning to rouse herself and she must have worked out something was happening. I finished my coffee and decided to go and once again greet my captive.
I had not bothered to dress after waking and she seemed somehow more intimidated by my lack of concern at my nakedness. I gently lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
“I am sure you could use a shower and some time to rest so if you tell me you will behave I will make you comfortable and give you time to clean yourself up. If not, we can still do it the hard way, but I know you will not like that quite as much. Last night was your punishment for running but it was still fairly mild compared to what I can manage down here.”
She nodded her agreement and croaked that she would behave. I unstrapped her left arm and told her to finish freeing herself. There was a shower in the corner of the room and I told her to take her time showering and then to put on the items in the box I took from a shelf.
“When you are done, kneel at the bottom of the steps and don’t move. I will be down for you shortly.”
She nodded again and I left her to it. I knew she would want to inspect the room but was happy to leave her to it. There were no windows in the basement and I had locked the door at the top on my way out. The only option for her was to do as I had instructed. I made sure the camera was still on and went to review the tape from the previous night. I could see she had managed to free herself and was surveying the room.
She found the shower and the toiletries I had left for her as well as the large bath towels on the rack by the shower stall. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature before getting in standing in the water.
While I had one eye on the feed from the cellar, I was also reviewing the tape from the previous night. I started after I had turned out the lights and left. The vibrators had continued to torment her for another 3 hours, causing her to orgasm again and again. She had screamed and screamed for them to stop but they had been relentless in the torment of her pussy. I could only imagine what her crotch must feel like about now, but I knew she would recover fairly quickly. Certainly the shower would help. I was fast forwarding through the recording as I would have plenty of time later to peruse the tape at length but for now I just wanted the highlights. I stopped it randomly to play for a couple of minutes and could see she had basically been tormented with countless orgasms for the entire night.
The program seemed to last about 90 minutes and would give her a brief respite in between. This meant she had suffered at least another 6 cycles of stimulation. I was a little surprised to see that she was still coming and coming in the minutes before I turned off the machine and brought the lights back on. I had seen her catch a few minutes of exhausted sleep at periods where the vibration was either low or off, but I knew she would be incredibly f
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