My Ellie · Part 1

My Ellie · Part 1 (1/2)
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The electric blue BMW convertible pulled up before the old salt box home. The woman who stepped out brushed the wrinkles from her impeccably tailored white business suit. She looked at the house. Its unkempt yard full of weeds and peeling paint made her smile.

Expensive heels clicked on the cracked walkway up to the house. She rang the bell and waited patiently for the old man to answer the door. Perhaps he’s changed his mind, she thought. I might have to have the police drag him out after all. Although it would make a scene, it would delight her to see the troublesome old man humiliated in front of his neighbors.

She was almost disappointed when the door opened. The man who answered was eighty-one years old. He had to look up slightly to see her cold blue eyes. She was impressed at how he had cleaned himself up. A clean shave, neatly combed hair and fresh clothes made him quite presentable. She was glad the judge who had declared him incompetent for her hadn’t seen him like this.

Holding a sheet of paper out before her she said, “Mister Rach, I have the court order. You are now officially a ward of the state. And I am your court appointed guardian.”

“So now you’re here to drag me off to some geriatric concentration camp,” he answered sourly.

The woman’s reply was honey sweet. She could be gracious in victory. “Now Mister Rach, Forest Manor is a lovely facility. You’ll make lots of new friends there. And you won’t have to struggle to keep this old place up anymore.”

“My Ellie and I shared this home for forty years,” came the plaintive response.

“Now Mister Rach,” she said with just the edge of an odd steel in her voice. “You promised me that if I didn’t involve the authorities that you’d let me drive you over to your new home. You’re not going back on your word, are you?”

The old man let out a long sigh. “No, I guess not. Still, I’d like to have one last cup of tea in my old house before I,” he choked on the words “leave it forever.”

Seeing her cue, she put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know this is hard, But it’s really for the best.”

The old man seemed to brighten, “Miss Williams, would you join me for a cup of tea?”

She put on her best fake smile, “Call me Diana, we’re going to be great friends you and I. And I’d love a cup of tea.” She glanced surreptitiously at her watch. She could do this and still get him to the home before ten. Back to the office before noon and list his property with the realtor by one.

As she walked the long hall to the kitchen she noticed two suitcases by the door. A good sign if he was already packed. He’d put up a good fight, but now had come to grips with the fact that he’d lost.

Ed Rach pulled out a chair for the woman who had upended his peaceful existence. He already had two cups with tea bags prepared and hot water in the tea-kettle. He carefully spooned sugar over the powdered medication in the bottom of the cup.

As he poured the water he told her, “The key to a good cup of tea is to add the sugar first. That way the hot water dissolves it quicker.” With slightly shaking hands he carried the two cups and saucers to the table.

He sat down next to her and raised his cup, “To old times and new beginnings,” he said.

Diana raised her cup, touching it gently to his and said, “Hear, hear!” She winced slightly at the sweetness of the tea. If he has this much sugar in his tea I’m surprised he’s not diabetic, she thought.

She let her mind wander as the old man reminisced about his old life and his wife, what was her name? Oh Ellie, that was it. She murmured some vague pleasantry about what a wonderful woman she must have been.

She wanted to get going. She gulped down the last of her tea in an effort to get the old man moving. But he was taking his dear sweet time. She was tired and the room felt like the heat was turned on. “Awful warm in here,” she muttered.

Ed watched the woman finish her tea. She was pretty, in an ice princess sort of way. Reminded him of that ice girl in the Disney film he’d seen. Same blue eyes, same silver blonde hair. He was waiting for the moment when she’d realize something was wrong.

Diana couldn’t stand the heat anymore. She needed some air. She pushed herself up from the table, only to find the room spinning crazily around her. She saw the old man jump up to catch her and thought, should he be moving that fast? Then darkness fell.

Ed kicked back his chair when the woman stood up. He slipped his arms around her as her eyes rolled back in her head. Gasping, he eased her to the floor. “Bitch is heavier than I thought,” he grunted. He checked her pulse and respirations. They were good. His sleeping pills had done the job.

Getting the right dosage had been a challenge. First crushing the time release capsule and taking it himself, to judge the effect. Then increasing the number of crushed tablets and seeing how long before he was unconscious and how soon he’d wake up-if at all. He knew that he had something in the range of an hour before she woke up. He had a lot of work to do.

Diana rose to consciousness like a swimmer rising from the depths. The light was too bright, shining in her eyes. Then the strange stiffness in her neck, the gagging sensation in her throat, the heaviness in her arms and legs.

A muffled voice calling to her, “Easy Miss Williams, this will take you a few minutes to get used to.” What was wrong with her hearing? Why did her skin feel so tight? She felt the old man help her to a sitting position. That’s when the true horror of her situation hit her.

She looked down at a body clad in bright red latex. High heeled boots on her feet were crushing her toes. Her ankles were shackled together with black leather cuffs, a short chain between them. A short black latex skirt at her waist was topped with a wide leather belt. It had gleaming metal rings spaced evenly about. Her hands, also encased in the red latex, were cuffed to the belt, giving her only a few inches of movement.

Her head and upper body were similarly encased in the tight fitting latex. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and fed through an opening in the top of the hood. Around her neck was a wide collar. It prevented her from turning her head to see the man who supported her. She tried to cry out, but her mouth was filled. The very act of yelling made her gag.

“Careful now,” said the old man. “That’s a pretty long dildo on the end of that gag. If you make yourself vomit with it in there you’ll choke to death.” He paused, “Not that you’d be a major loss to the world.”

Diana was seized with panic. She struggled against her bonds, trying to pull her hands free. The man eased her gently to the floor. He stood back to watch as she flailed about helplessly.

“It took quite a while for my Ellie to get used to that outfit,” he told her. “You’re going to get the crash course. I hope you’re a fast learner,” he said as he left the room.

Diana’s biggest fear was the gag he’d stuffed in her mouth. The phallus was right at the back of her mouth. It wanted nothing more than to slide down her throat. Using her tongue she pushed it slightly forward. She then clamped down on it with her teeth. As long as she could maintain her grip it wouldn’t gag her.

She sat up looking for a means of escape. The boots on her feet were ridiculously tall. It was unlikely she could walk in them, never mind run. Instead she began scooting herself across the floor. If she could make it to her cell phone she could dial 911.

Inch by inch she moved over the outdated linoleum floor. The strap of her purse hung down from the table. By stretching to the limits of her shackled hands she just caught it. The Coach bag tumbled to the floor with a heart stopping crash.

Diana searched frantically through her bag. She couldn’t find the phone! Could she have left it in the car?

The old man’s voice came distantly to her. “So, looking for this?” he asked, holding up her phone. “While you were out I opened it with your fingerprint. Created myself a password. The director of that old age death camp sent you a text, asking what the holdup was. Want to see your response?”

He held the phone before her. On the screen was a message, ostensibly from her, “Couple issues came up. Going to move his relocation to Monday. See you then.”

He stood up, slipping the phone into his pocket. “So that gives you and me all weekend to get better acquainted.”

Ed dragged a metal pole bolted to a wooden platform into the center of the kitchen. Diana’s eyes widened as she saw the large black dildo on the top of the post. “The first thing,” he told her as he stepped behind her “is to teach you how to walk in those boots. They’re called ‘ballet boots’ by the way. They have an eight inch heel and keep your toes pointed like a ballet dancer. Ever do ballet? Hope so for your sake.”

He slipped his arms around her waist. With a grunt he hauled her to her feet. She staggered at first and would have fallen if he wasn’t holding her. She struggled, but quickly realized that would only send them both crashing to the floor. Instead she let him guide her as she tottered toward the ominous looking pole.

When he had her positioned with her knees either side of the pole he said. “I’m going to uncuff your ankles. “Think you can stand if I let go of you?”

Diana could only grunt in response. She wobbled precariously as he let go. When he unlocked the chains from her ankles she moved her legs apart slightly to improve her balance. The stiff posture collar prevented her from seeing what he was doing. But she felt his hands lift the little skirt, felt a tug of a zipper being pulled and then the cool air on her exposed pussy.

Ed grabbed a tube of lubricant. He slathered it liberally on the dildo. Halfway down the pole was a wing nut. He loosened it, allowing him to raise the pole to the proper height. He grabbed Diana’s waist belt with one hand, raising the pole with the other.

Diana jumped when she felt the cold thing touch the lips of her pussy. It was only the hand hanging on to her belt that kept her from toppling over. But she pulled against him, trying to shuffle away from the thing.

“Hold still, ya stupid bitch,” Ed snarled. “This is going in one way or another. So you decide how much damage you want it to do.”

For an old man Diana found him exceedingly strong. She realized that he could probably hurt her badly if she fought him. With a whimper of protest she stood still. “That’s better,” he said calmly. “Now inch forward a bit and spread your legs.”

She did as she was told. Diana shuddered as she felt him spread her folds. A moan escaped her as the large head slipped inside. It rose inside her, filling her completely. It advanced until it met resistance, then backed out an inch or two.

The old man stood up, groaning at his worn out knees. “This is called a mannequin pole,” he told her conversationally. “With those boots on you can’t lift your leg high enough to get off of it. And if you stumble well, it’s going to hurt. This will teach you to stand up straight and walk in your boots.”

Diana stared in horror at the old man. Did he really mean to leave her like this? Already her feet were cramping from the cruel shoes. From deep in her throat came a plaintive “Ohhh, heese”. It was the closest she could come to, “No, please” with her teeth locked around the gag in her mouth.

She watched as Ed went to the stove. She stared incredulous as he brewed himself another cup of tea. Ignoring her whines of protest he settled himself at the table.

“So by now you are wondering how an old codger has all this kinky stuff,” Ed said as he sipped his tea.”Well, for the duration of a long and happy marriage my Ellie and I were the kinkiest couple around. She loved being my sub. And I loved being her dom. That outfit you’re wearing used to be hers. She was a little smaller than you. But latex don’t care.”

“A couple things you may have noticed that need explaining,” he went on conversationally. “You may have noticed that your hearing isn’t too good. That’s ‘cause I stuffed earplugs in your ears before I put your hood on. It’ll keep you from getting distracted. But it makes it harder to hear my commands too, so you’ll really have to pay attention. I always felt bad when I had to punish Ellie. But I think I’d enjoy it with you.”

The look on the man’s face told Diana the truth. He would enjoy punishing her. What she had to do was try and hold out until someone noticed her missing. Would they believe the bogus text he sent, she wondered?

She watched as her captor got up from his chair. He walked over to her, placing his hand between her breasts. “That collar you’re wearing is called a posture collar. I’m sure you’ve noticed that it is pretty restrictive. Keeps you from turning your head or looking down.” She could feel him pushing gently on her chest, forcing her to fight to maintain her balance.

“It means that you can’t even shake your head ‘yes’ or ‘no’. So instead you’re going to grunt when I ask you a question. One grunt for yes, two grunts for no. Do you understand?”

Diana said nothing. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Answer me, slave!” he shouted as he delivered a stinging slap to her thigh. Diana yelped as the impact jostled the pole inside her. Staggering, she pinwheeled her cuffed hands to avoid falling and impaling herself on the pole.

“That’s your first lesson,” he told her. “Answer when I speak. Do you understand?”

Fighting back tears she grunted once. Yes, she understood.

“Do you understand that you are now my slave?”

Diana hesitated, saw his hand begin to move and quickly grunted once. She told herself that she wasn’t really his slave. She was only humoring him until help came. But what if help didn’t come? What else would she do to placate him?

“Have you noticed your nipples?” he asked conversationally as he moved his hands towards her breasts. “The only openings on this catsuit without zippers are the two openings for your nipples.” He brushed his hands lightly across her nipples, sending a little tingle through her body. “The openings let your nipples pop through. They tend to get very sensitive,” he said as he gave each one a tweak.

Diana squealed as he pinched her. With so many other discomforts she hadn’t even noticed the cool kitchen air on her exposed nipples. But the pinch told her that they were swollen little buds, pressed through the tight latex.

“Would you like me to stroke your nipples, slave?”

She grunted twice. No.

He smiled at her. “I can either stroke your nipples or spank your ass. Which shall it be? Spank your ass?” he paused. Two grunts. No. “Then stroke your nipples?” One hesitant grunt.

Diana closed her eyes as the dry, callused fingers toyed with her nipples. She could feel warmth building inside her as the pleasure centers of her brain switched on. Unconsciously she eased herself down on the dildo. A shudder racked her body. It felt so… Her eyes snapped open. What was she doing? Angrily she tried to twist herself away from his touch. She might be a captive but she didn’t have to play his sick game.

The old man laughed, “Caught yourself having a little fun did you? My Ellie was the same way at first. But she came around. I guess it’s time to get back to work.” He fished in a pocket and brought out a pair of clamps. “Ever seen these before?” he asked. “They’re called cloverleaf clamps.” He stepped in close, slipping an arm around her waist. Holding her tightly, he reached up and closed the clamp on her swollen nipple.

Diana let out a shriek of pain. She hardly heard him when he told her, “The interesting thing about cloverleafs is the more you pull on them, the tighter they get.” By way of demonstration he pulled on the chain. Diana saw stars as he tugged on her nipple.

“Now this is what you might call a training session,” he said conversationally. “It’ll help you learn how to walk in ballet boots. You’re going to step your right foot forward and your left foot back,” He instructed. “That’ll let you pivot on your pole. I’ll walk with you just to make sure you don’t topple over. That might be uncomfortable,” he said with a wink.

Diana watched as the old man stepped out in front of her. In his left hand was the end of the chain clamped to her nipple. She watched the chain straighten as he took up the slack. The message was clear; move or have your nipple yanked.

Gritting her teeth against the gag Diana slid her right foot forward an inch. That was the easy part. Next she had to slide her left foot back. She wobbled dangerously as she did so. She let out a whimper as the pole inside of her pressed against her.

Stabilizing herself Diana tried again, right foot forward, left foot back. This time she didn’t wobble as much. If her captor was satisfied with her performance he didn’t show it. He just kept leading her with that chain.

By the time she had made a three hundred and sixty degree turn around the pole Diana’s calves were on fire. In addition to that she could feel every ridge and vein on the hard rubber phallus inside her. While the rest of her body protested her vagina was sending signals of delight.

After three rotations on the pole Diana could stand it no longer. Slick with her own juices she stopped. Ignoring the clamp pulling on her nipple she clamped her knees around the pole. Panting against her gag she eased herself down until the tip of the dildo bottomed out inside of her.

Flexing her hips, Diana moved herself up and down on the pole. She had only an inch or so to play with. But it was enough. Gasping in time to her movements she let the growing orgasm build inside her. Her mind wailed in despair at this self humiliation. But her body was in command. And it didn’t care. There was only a need to be fulfilled.

The orgasm passed leaving her shaken and humiliated. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the old man who stood before her. The posture collar didn’t even allow her to bow her head in shame. The muffled sound of his voice came to her stuffed ears.

“Hehe, nothing like a little ride on the pole to take the starch out of a woman,” he chuckled. “It took a little longer with my Ellie. But she wasn’t a princess like you. Then again, I had years to train her. You’re getting the crash course.”

Reaching down, he loosened the screw that held the pole in place. Diana let out a moan as the dripping wet dildo slid out of her. She might have fallen if he hadn’t been there to support her. She let herself be turned toward the kitchen table.

“Time to get to work, slave,” he told her, “walk over to the table. Pull out the chair and sit down.”

The idea of getting off her feet was all the incentive Diana needed. Carefully she toe walked across the kitchen. She wobbled, but found if she bent her knees slightly it gave her a bit more stability.

Reaching the table she grabbed for the chair. Her hands were still chained to her waist. But there was enough play in them that she could move her hands in an arc of about twelve inches. She turned and eased herself down on the chair. A sigh of relief escaped her as she took her weight off her tortured feet.

Ed fished in a bag he had left on the floor. He pulled out several items that Diana didn’t recognize. Setting them on the table he said, “Spread your legs, slave!” When she hesitated he delivered a slap to the side of her face that made her ears ring. “I don’t have all day to waste. Do as you’re told the first time,” he growled.

Diana blinked the tears from her eyes. She spread her legs, feeling the cool kitchen air on her still wet pussy. She watched with trepidation as the old man knelt before her. There was a tug as he pulled the zippered opening to one side. She felt him press something cold and sticky against her inner thigh. He repeated the process on the other side. All Diana could do was give him an inquisitive grunt, “Mmmh?”

In response to her query the old man said, “It sucks getting old. Annoying aches and pains fill your days.” He paused to grab a little egg shaped toy from the table top. “But being old doesn’t mean you stop learning,” he said as he spread her lips with his fingers. He pushed the egg inside her, ignoring her muffled yelp at his intrusion.

Diana felt him work the crotch zipper closed before he stood up. Not one for toys, she had only the vaguest idea of what he had put inside her. With a growing feeling of dread she watched him pick up two remote controls from the table.

“Take this for example,” he said as he waved one of the remotes before her. “Wireless connectivity, multi-function remote.” He pressed a button. The little egg tucked up inside her began a steady whirring that made Diana jump in her seat. “My Ellie would have loved something like this.”

He held out a second remote. “But the same technology can be used for other purposes,” he told her. “If you’ve got a bad back, a remote controlled TENS unit can give you blessed relief. Little bursts of electric current fatigue the irritated nerve endings.”He paused with his finger over a button. “But you want to be careful where you put the electrodes.” He pressed the button.

Diana squealed as a jolt of electricity shot across her pussy. She clamped her thighs together, doubling over as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably. As wet as she was from her recent session on the pole, the current from the gel pads on her thighs found an easy path.

As suddenly as it started, the electric torment stopped. A click of the other remote and the egg went silent as well. Diana sat on the chair, her body quivering in fear and anticipation. She did her best to blink away the tears from her eyes. She barely heard the old madman as he spoke to her.

“So you see, at any time I can give you pleasure or pain with the touch of a button. But just sitting here and watching you twitch would be boring. And I know you’re a real go-getter. No sitting around for you, no sir!” He waved his hand around the kitchen, “So you’re going to be my little rubber maid. You’re going to clean up this place

My Ellie · Part 1 (1/2)
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