Kidnapping Rachel · Part 2

Kidnapping Rachel · Part 2 (2/2)
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atigued from her ordeal. I saved the digital video onto my computer and checked the feed from the cellar. She had finished her shower and was wrapped in a towel checking out the other equipment in my dungeon. I could leave her to it for a while longer and make her some breakfast.

This only took a few minutes and I went back to the video feed to watch her open the box I had left for her.

There were not many items in there, but I knew she would be reluctant to put them on. She took everything out and put it on the floor. There were 2 sets of steel restraints, one ankle sized and one for her wrists, a steel collar and a harness blindfold. I knew she was not keen on being gagged, so had decided to leave that for now. Of course everything had locking clasps and there were 6 small padlocks and 2 short pieces of chain to finish off the ensemble. I saw her look apprehensively around the room then back at the items in front of her.

She knew if she locked herself any chance of escape would be lost for now, but she also had heard the solid door at the top of the steps be locked and she knew I could keep her down here indefinitely if I wanted.

I could practically feel her indecision and then watched her take a deep breath and start to get ready. She pulled her hair out of the way and placed the collar around her neck. She picked up a small padlock and slipped it through the hasp. I saw her take another deep breath then push the padlock closed. Once she had completed this first step, she didn’t seem so hesitant and quickly locked her ankles into the shackles and had locked a length of chain between them. I smiled as she picked up the blindfold and place it over her head. She knew she would not be able to shake it loose and all the straps met in the back with one locking clasp. She took the blindfold off again and placed the steel around her wrists and locked the left one in place with the chain dangling from it.

She replaced the blindfold on her head and strapped it tightly in place. I knew her world had been plunged into darkness and could see her fumbling with a padlock to secure the blindfold. I heard a resounding click and knew she had managed. She was now only left with one padlock to attach to her right wrist and she would be ready. She suddenly realized I had instructed her to be at the bottom of the steps and she was about 10 feet away. She stood up and slowly minced her way across the floor until she encountered a wall. She moved carefully to the right until she found the steps.

I was impressed she had remembered this, but slightly disappointed I would not be able to punish her some more for forgetting. He knelt down at the bottom of the steps and took placed her hands behind her back. I saw her fumbling behind her and heard the click of that final padlock. I watched her pull on her wrist cuffs, gently at first then with more force and I was happy she was restrained. I went down to the dungeon to collect my prisoner.

She flinched as the lock turned in front of her but she was steady when I walked down the stairs to stand in front of her. I was still naked and the sight of her restrained by her own hand had made me incredibly hard. I needed to resist for now and knew she would be begging me to fuck her before the day was out. I checked her wrists and was satisfied they were in fact secure before I unlocked her ankle chain and replaced it with a longer one about 18 inches apart. To the centre of this

I attached a vertical chain which I connected to her collar at the back. Her hands were then raised slightly and locked to this vertical chain. By raising her hands a little she would have to hold them there or put pressure on her throat. I did not want to make things particularly hard for her, but also wanted to make sure she had something to think about. I attached a leash to her collar and I gently tugged her forwards and up the stairs.

I led her into the kitchen and sat her on a high stool. I was going to have to feed her breakfast and started with the orange juice. Very gently I placed the glass to her lips and she drank greedily. I knew she would be dehydrated and so refilled the glass again. She drank that one quickly enough and I asked if she wanted to eat something. She was fed a bowl of cereal and a couple of slices of toast before she said she had had enough. I asked if she wanted anything else to drink and she just asked for water. I knew she would need the bathroom soon and decided that would be next. I wanted to get the water into her system but knew she had drunk too much for it all to be absorbed. I stood her up and walked her to the bottom of the stairs. She was informed there were stairs in front of her and I led her up. The master bedroom had an en-suite bathroom and so that was where I took her.

She seemed a little embarrassed at first so I simply locked her collar to a bracket on the wall and told her to call me when she was done. I saw her try to stand but she was pulled up short by her collar. It was not long before I heard a long stream of piss flow into the toilet. She called soon after and I cleaned her up. She was a little distressed by this but I told her she was going to get some sleep. I lay her down on her stomach and unlocked her wrist cuffs from each other but left them on. I asked her to roll over and locked her ankles to chains at either corner of the bed. They were held apart but they were not too tight so she would have some comfort.

I locked her hands together and lifted them above her head. I locked them to a chain running from the head of the bed and locked the end of that chain to her collar. I watched her squirm a little to try to get comfortable and then I gently pulled a duvet over her. She relaxed a little into the massive bed so I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. She was a surprised at first but soon returned the kiss with equal fervor. I told her to get some sleep and I would be back to check on her shortly.

I left her to rest knowing she would be incredibly tired. She had only been with me for one night and I knew she was going to need this rest if she was to last the rest of the time. I was not sure just how long to let her rest, but felt that at least a few hours would probably do her good. The next few hours passed fairly slowly for me. I did a few chores and settled down with a drink to watch some TV. There was not really anything worth watching but it was passing the time.

I went back to my room to check on my prisoner. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched her. She was snoring quietly and looked very peaceful. I looked at my watch and saw she had had just over 3 hours. I felt she could probably use a while longer and I wandered back downstairs to amuse myself some more. Another film later I went back upstairs to check on her. She was still asleep but was no longer snoring.

It didn’t matter because I had already decided it was time for her to wake. I lifted the edge of the duvet and ran my hand down her side. She stirred and tried to move but it didn’t take long for her to realize that she was still restrained. I threw back the duvet to expose her entire body.

She looked delightful, restrained as she was and I was struggling to contain my excitement. Again I ran my hand down her side from her armpit all the way down to just below her hip. She flinched slightly and I did the same down her other side. She tried to move away from my hands but I was stroking both sides at the same time and she had nowhere to go. I was relentless in my torment and she was struggling not to squeal. I was tickling both her sides together and she was wriggling and squirming as though she could get away. My hands left her flanks and moved down to her inner thighs. I stroked gently up from her knees to her groin, over her mound and up her stomach. She had regained her breath and I knew it was time to begin again.

I took her left foot and ran my fingers up the sole. She squealed again and tried to pull her foot away. I held her ankle tightly, even though the restraints meant she was unable to move her foot much anyway. I tickled her left foot for about 5 minutes and then switched to the other one. She was begging me now, almost crying with laughter and squealing for me to stop tickling her. I tickled her right foot for a while longer before I got bored with it and wanted to move on to something more fun.

She was breathing heavily and covered with a sheen of sweat. I bent down and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard on it and pulling it between my teeth. She gasped as my teeth closed but did not cry out.

I moved a hand down to her crotch and could feel her wetness there. She may not have admitted it, but her body was betraying her again. I nibbled on the other nipple and that elicited a groan. I still hadn’t gagged her again but for now did not think she warranted that. My hand was playing with her pussy, stroking up and down and tickling her clit. Her hips were beginning to rock in time to my ministrations, but I knew I did not want her to get off too easily. I leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“If you come, you will have to be punished. And this time you will definitely not enjoy it.”

She shuddered at these words, but they only seemed to excite her more. The stroking at her pussy was getting faster and her breathing was becoming more ragged. I knew she was nearing her orgasm and wanted to see if she could hold it. I bit down again on her nipple which caused her to gasp and seemed to cool her fires a little. She obviously liked me playing with them, but was less keen on the biting. I stopped stroking her pussy which caused her to moan as though she wanted me to continue regardless of the consequences. I grabbed a large vibrator from my toybox and placed it against her pussy on high.

The vibrations were transmitted throughout her groin, but I made sure they reached her clit by placing my finger against both that and the vibrator. She was thrusting her hips up to try to get a better contact when I took the vibrator away and put my mouth on her pussy instead. Almost as soon as this happened, she screamed and I felt her entire body tense up in the throes of orgasm. I had achieved my goal and she had elicited her own punishment. She had been warned and could expect something even more devious that before.

I heard her whisper something and turned to her and asked her what she had said.

“Fuck me” She begged.

“Pardon?” I replied.

“Fuck me” She repeated, this time more fervently.

“You want to be fucked, after you came without permission and after I warned you of the consequences if you did?” I enquired.

She nodded her head yes which made me smile.

“I wanted you to beg to be fucked, but I am not convinced you really want it.”

“Please,” she repeated “fuck me now, fuck me hard until you come deep inside me.”

Fair enough, I thought, I am not one to turn down such a request. But first, I needed to change her position. She was now getting far too comfortable where she was and would need to be changed before I was willing to enter her. I unchained her from the bed and stood her up. She was still blindfolded and now I added a large ring gag.

This was big enough for my cock to fit through and from her reaction I think she knew it. I locked her hands together behind her back and fitted a 3 foot spreader bar between her ankles. I attached a rope pulley to her wrists and hauled them into the air, putting her into the strappado position. The bar between her legs was locked to the floor and her collar was attached to the centre of this bar.

This assured me she would stay in one place while I took my pleasure. I stood in front of her, my cock bobbing against her head and told her she knew what she had to do. She strained to lift her head but eventually got her gagged mouth over my penis. I had allowed it to go a little soft to ensure it would easily go into her mouth, but as soon as it did it enlarge to fill the available space. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head and she did her best to suck my dick. I took my penis out of her mouth and pushed an inflatable gag through the ring. A few pumps ensured she would stay quiet and already a thin line of drool was seeping from around the gag.

I moved behind her and positioned myself at the entrance to her pussy. She was still soaking wet from before and I was easily able to enter her from behind. I started with long slow strokes, taking my cock nearly all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. She was moving against me as much as her bonds would allow and panting through her nose. I could feel my own orgasm approaching but did not want this to finish too quickly. I withdrew and moved back around to her head, deflated the gag and took it out, replacing it with my now damp cock. She would be able to taste her own juices along with my own and I now fucked her face as

I had her pussy previously. She was taking most of my entire length and again I could feel myself moving to the brink of orgasm. I was not sure if she knew the effect she was having, but I was determined to enjoy it. Again I stopped short and withdrew, once again replacing the pump gag into her mouth.

I retrieved a large dildo from my toys and went again to her pussy. She was so moist, her juices were running down the inside of her legs and the dildo slid in easily. I knew she was approaching her own orgasm as she was now slamming her hips back to meet each thrust of the dildo. Her breathing was coming fast through her nose and she was almost over the edge. I removed the dildo and replaced it with my cock and rammed it as far in as I could get. I felt her pussy tighten and knew she was about to come. I withdrew nearly all the way and pushed back in again as far as I could. She was grunting now and my balls were slapping her behind with each thrust. I was only moments away from coming myself and had sped up the fucking until we were both on the brink of orgasm. I leaned forward and took a nipple in each hand and gently pulled on them while I continued to fuck her.

She screamed into the gag as she reached her own peak and it was only moments later that I tipped over the edge. Her pussy was grasping at my cock as though to extract every last drop of come from it and she was crying softly from the intensity of the feeling.

I knew it would not take her long to recover from the fucking she had just received but did not want to let her off that easily. The tears had stopped but her chest was still heaving from the ordeal. I knew the position was not particularly comfortable and that I would have to let her down at some point fairly soon but that time was not right this second. I stood in front of her head and removed her gag. A line of drool escaped her lips as the gag came out and I let it pool on the floor. My come was running down her legs and had reached the inside of her knees.

I went attached by a thin silver chain and had small screws that were used to adjust the tightness of the clamp. Her nipples were full and engorged and I knew they would be sensitive. I placed the first clamp on her right nipple and tightened the screw until I was certain it would not come off. She winced as it was tightened, but did not say anything which was fortunate for her. The second clamp went on in a similar way and the chain gently pulled her breasts together. I took a heavy elastic band and wrapped it over the centre of this chain. To this I attached a 1lb fishing weight. I did not think this would cause her too many problems, providing she stayed still. If she moved around, the band would cause the weight to bounce up and down, pulling on the clamps and stretching her nipples with them.

I bent down to her head so I could explain what was going to happen. I showed her the latex whip which I explained I was going to use all over her body.

“I want you to count each blow. Each time you forget or delay too much, you will need to start the count again from zero. I am going to continue until you reach fifty.”

She started to protest until

I told her that if she preferred I could increase the number to 100. She shook her head and I went to stand behind her. Her position did not allow her to see what was to come, but I watched as she steeled herself for the first blow. What she didn’t know was that the whip I had chosen should shock her and would definitely cause her to jump, but should not cause any real pain. It would turn her skin a lovely shade of red and she would believe that it was hurting, but I knew from experience that it would be mild discomfort at worst. Of course, what she didn’t know was that I could switch to the riding crop if I felt she deserved

I started with her lovely bottom. It presented such an inviting target that I just couldn’t resist. The first blow landed across her ass cheek and she flinched as expected. She forgot to start the count so I helped her on.

“I am prepared to remind you about this first one. From now on, if you miss one, I am not going to tell you until I have done 10 more.”

She moaned and I knew she was not happy about it. She was tough though and I expected her to finish this with little problems. I was partially hoping she would manage without missing a single number and part of me wanted her to forget at about 45. I swung again in exactly the same spot and this time she started the count.

“One.” She said. I continued with her bottom until it was starting to go pink. This took 15 more swats and I could see she was now sweating profusely. I knew this was not hurting but would be uncomfortable. Her nipples were also being bounced around a little and I thought that was probably causing her more discomfort than the whipping. I put the whip down and used my hand to spank her bottom twice each on each cheek. She counted the blows quickly which took us up to 20. I thought she would probably like a break and told her I would be back in a few minutes. I went into the kitchen where I had got a little surprise in the fridge.

I took a large pot of ointment out and went back to see my prisoner. The cream had been in the fridge since yesterday and was very cold. It had a little surprise in it however in that it was a slight irritant and would cause the skin to become more sensitive. It similar to the stuff physios use on sports people when they get a mild strain. I took a large dollop and spread it onto her now very red bottom.

She sighed as the cold spread throughout her cheeks and I looked to see a small smile on her face. I chuckled to myself as I waited for the inevitable reaction and sure enough within the space of a few minutes the smile had gone from her face and she was beginning to squirm with the heat. It would not be too bad although the whipping would make her more sensitive to the cream. I picked up the whip again and started on her flanks. They were stretched because of her position and I knew would be sensitive.

I also picked up a feather which I knew she would just love. The feather was first and I ran it up her side. She managed to stifle a laugh at first but when it reached her armpit she had no choice but to let a giggle out. As soon as she had, I replaced the feather with the whip and gave her a few gentle swats to the same side. She was too busy laughing at first to remember to count the first 3 but I said nothing as she caught up with 24. As I had promised her, I would give her another 10 before I told her she would need to go back to zero.

I ran the feather up the other side in a repeat of the action before and again she giggled.

The count began again at zero and this time I felt she had probably had enough. I methodically used the whip on every part of her exposed body and she resolutely counted with me until we reached the 50 mark. I was impressed that she had taken quite so much and most of her exposed skin now had a rosy red glow. I could also see that her nipples were still being tugged by the clamps and could guess that her shoulders were probably beginning to get sore from the position I had her in.

I positioned myself in front of her and told her to use her mouth on my cock. She didn’t hesitate and began long, slow strokes up the entire length with her mouth. She stopped at the top of each stroke to lick and caress the head with her tongue. It was apparent that this was difficult for her. I knew my cock would taste of her pussy as well as my own sperm and that it was likely to be unpleasant for her. This combined with her position meant she was not having an easy time of it, although she was having a damn good go.

I could feel myself approaching orgasm, but didn’t want to come at this time. I took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back until she had lifted off my penis. I looked her in the eyes and held her gaze for a few moments, before letting go of her hair and allowing her head to drop. I lowered her wrists from the strappado and she slumped to the floor. The spreader was still on her ankles and for now I left this in place and her wrists were still cuffed behind her back. She made no move to resist as I lifted her up under the arms and carried her upstairs. She rested her head on my shoulder and it appeared she was resigned to her fate.

I gently laid her on my bed and locked the collar around her neck. Once this was in place I was able to remove her wrist and ankle cuffs to allow her a little more freedom. She was still well secured even though it was very simple, without access to some tools, it would be virtually impossible for her to break free of the collar and chain.

I knew she would appreciate the extra mobility, even though the chain was not long enough to allow her even off the bed. I encouraged her to get under the covers whilst I went into the bathroom to clean up. I expected that she would want to do the same, but for now was happy to keep her chained to my bed. I was undecided as to what I was going to do with her long term, but was going to enjoy the rest of the weekend.

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