The Captive 2_ Captivated · Part 1 (1/2)
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(story continues from The Captive)
Part 2: Captivated
If David had thought that he had heard the last of Anne's captive fantasies then he was wrong. To say that she was dissatisfied would be a little unfair but despite the frightening finale Anne wanted more. It had been over too quickly. She wanted to explore the feelings of bondage and helplessness. She had enjoyed the sex but wanted more frustration. She was even curious about her pain threshold. And she wanted to be frightened again. Despite her subsequent embarrassment the emotions had been incredible, but she doubted that David could fool her again. In her heart she knew he could not harm her.
After months of preparation the scene was set. David had been working in the garage to prepare it for her. There would be no outside agencies this time. David was the kidnapper but she had allowed him to include some of his "mates" as part of the gang. It had surprised her when David had requested it. She had met some of his friends and they seemed nice enough. Maybe she did not know them as well as she thought? Or had David a few secrets of his own?
Her "capture" was still a surprise. She was drying the dishes when suddenly a hand was over her mouth and her arm cruelly twisted behind her. The dish crashed noisily to the floor and shattered..
"Fight and I will hurt you."
The voice was muffled and unrecognisable. Despite his warning she tried to resist but the grip on her arm made her squeal. A piece of cloth was forced into her open mouth and something locked onto her wrist. She did not know whether to try and spit out the cloth or concentrate on using her free arm to strike out. In the event it was academic as her other arm was grabbed and forced back behind her and locked in place. With her hands out of commission she was unable to fend him off. Something was pulled over her mouth holding the cloth in place. The speed and efficiency caught her off guard and her heart started racing. Was this real or was it the fantasy? She was forcibly encouraged out of the kitchen and across the small porch to the garage.
Her eyes blinked at the brightness of the lights. She stumbled forwards almost losing her balance. She was aware of there being more people around her. One must be David but there were more here than expected. Was that a woman? She looked around wild eyed at the circle of balaclava faces and her knees turned to jelly. She gasped for breath her mouth full of cloth. Her heart was beating hard and fast. Fear welled up inside her and no foreknowledge could convince her that this was not real. She searched desperately for a familiar face but they were too well disguised.
"I think she has too many clothes on."
The voice was female. Who was she?
"Be my guest."
That voice, muffled though it was, she recognised. It did little to calm her down. She was restrained and gagged and vulnerable. They circled around her. She had nowhere to run.
"Hold her please, I would hate to damage her for you." the woman continued, her voice flat and emotionless.
Somebody grabbed her arms from behind, holding with a grip like iron. Anne watched disbelievingly as the woman approached brandishing a wicked looking knife.
Anne needed no encouragement to stay still as the woman systematically shredded her clothes. The knife was sharp but it never touched her skin. Having finished the woman sheathed the knife and almost casually took a nipple in each hand and twisted them. Anne shrieked but the gag absorbed most of the noise.
"She's all yours, who is going first?"
She yelped again as her feet were swept from under her the man behind taking most of her weight. She was soon on her back with her legs spread and her vagina was being pounded by a half naked man. It was hard, it was emotionless. It was rape.
By the time the fourth man had entered her Anne was weak and sore. She had no fight left in her. She recognised the grunts of the final assault. David had waited until last. Did he enjoy seeing her abused? What had she created?
She was encouraged to walk over to a bed. Hands attached a collar to her and then released both the gag and the handcuffs before withdrawing. She was left alone, shivering uncontrollably.
Her reactions surprised her. Yes, she had been abused, but then again, wasn't that the whole idea? Her fantasies had included rape, yet the reality had shaken her to the core. It was so brutal. The bondage had been simple yet effective. Her screams had been muffled. David could not have known that she was really scared, besides, had she not told him to try and scare her? How could he know that this time she had not enjoyed those sensations?
She rocked herself back and forth. Trying to convince herself that it was only sex. It was only fantasy. It was her fantasy, but reality does not always live up to expectations.
Eventually she calmed down. The adventure had started. They had spent so long, and not a little money on this project. It was time to see what David had been up to.
The most noticeable addition, apart from the bed she was sitting on, was the pole to which her collar was attached. It stood in the middle of the garage and went floor to ceiling. Anne tested the limits of the chain. It prevented her from reaching the door main door at one end and the house access at the other. She found various metal rings set into the walls and floor, which need no explanation. There were cameras in each corner so she could be watched at all times and speakers, which she doubted was for music. The bed was a metal constructed single. She noted four chains and cuffs at each corner. The was a metal chair bolted to the floor but no table. There a bucket for her personal needs.
There was also a rather ominous looking wooden "horse" with a padded top about waist high. In far corner, and out of her reach was a cage, probably designed for a large dog. She would not be able to stand up or lay straight if put inside it.
"Everything a jail needs," she murmured to herself.
She squatted over the bucket and successfully emptied her bladder. Almost as if this was a signal a voice boomed out of the speakers.
"Attention prisoner."
Anne stopped, she could not decide where to look. The words came from all around her.
"You will obey all commands or risk punishment. You will not speak unless spoken to unless you are in desperate need. Your safety word is Red. If you are unable to speak then a vigorous shaking of your head will have the same effect. Do you understand? Please nod your agreement."
Anne nodded.
"Good. Now go back to the bed and attach your ankles to the cuffs at the bottom. By the time you have done this you should be able to work out how to secure your wrists also."
The voice stopped. Anne saw no reason not to comply and set about securing herself. This was a new twist. She had never indulged in self bondage. The cuffs had a simple snap together clasp. Having secure her ankles she snapped one on her left wrist and with a little pressure against the mattress was able to close the last one. She was now spread-eagled on her back, naked and vulnerable. She shivered involuntarily. She could still see the small door and watched it intently to see who would come in. It was opened with purpose.
The vision that greeted her was not what she expected. It was the woman. She wore a sort of mask to hide her facial features. Her blond hair was in a ponytail. Anne did not know her. She wore a dressing gown loosely done up. It seemed probable that she was actually naked underneath.
"The boys have had their fun, it's time for me to have mine" she announced.
Anne squirmed a little uncomfortably. The idea of lesbian sex had never even crossed her mind. She could also not see how she could give pleasure with her limbs spread wide.
The woman disrobed. She was not actually naked but the leather harness only accentuated her body. The belt looked snug at the waist and her breasts were squeezed and accentuated. Straps ran round the tops of her thighs but her vagina was not blocked. This was some kinky woman. Anne's mouth suddenly seemed very dry.
"Have you ever been with a woman?"
Anne hesitated.
"You may answer, " the woman encouraged.
"No," Anne croaked.
"Then you are in for a treat. First I will drive you wild and then you will pleasure me."
It was a statement. Anne saw no need to respond "But first let's get rid of that collar. The chain will get in the way."
Anne was uncertain what to expect. Her first experience of this Amazon had been both humiliating and painful. Her nipples seemed awfully exposed and she could not fend off any sort of attack with her limbs spread wide.
As it turned out the woman was true to her word. Anne was driven wild, but not with pain. Her quivering body was caressed, licked and sucked into submission. The woman was older than Ann and knew exactly where to touch and how to touch. She played Anne like some sort of musical instrument causing moans and gasps and making her pull futilely at the chains that held her. When the woman knelt between Anne's legs and started to lick around and then into her pussy Anne went crazy. The release when it finally came was the biggest she had ever known It felt like her insides were trying to escape by any means possible. Anne could not stop the cry that left her lips and to her dismay the woman did not stop. A second wave engulfed her and her body shook from head to toe.
"Excellent," the woman purred, "now hold still, I am going to release you from the bed but you are not to try and move until I tell you."
Anne lay meekly, panting from the exertions.
"Now turn over and put your wrists behind you."
The woman was a rope expert. Anne felt the ropes wound and cinched and knew that she could not free herself. For good measure a rope was taken around her waist and her hands secured to it.
"Now you are going to pleasure me," the woman told her.
Without the use of her hands it was clear that all the work would have to be done orally. Anne struggled to her knees, adjusting to the restriction. The woman lay on her tummy. Anne was a little perplexed.
"Start on my back." she was instructed.
Anne did her best. She even risked licking the top of the woman's anus and got a shiver as a reward. The woman turned over and Anne forced herself not to rush straight to the nipples starting at the woman's feet and slowly working her way up and around the groin. It was hard work but the woman seemed more than content. Eventually she felt strong hands encouraging her to delve between the legs. It was moist but not unpleasant and Anne set about her task with gusto. The woman bucked and screamed but the hands held her head in place. Eventually the woman called a halt.
"Excellent," she repeated, "we are going to have some fun, I can see."
She took her time getting up off the bed. Anne sat on her haunches watching her.
"My instructions were to leave your hands tied and to replace the collar," the woman informed her. There seemed a tinge of sympathy in her voice. Nevertheless she replaced the collar before donning the gown and leaving. Anne was left to contemplate the recent events and to wonder what else was in store. Her stomach told her that maybe some food would be nice.
The previous captivity had been short she had been fed once like a baby. Anne knew that his one was to be much longer but realised that they had not discussed it before hand. Mundane things such as eating and sleeping had never crossed her mind. She could not ask for food, she would just have to wait and see. Her tummy grumbled at her but she was not in a position to satisfy it. She waited.
She waited.
She got off the bed to stretch her legs. Thought about the bucket but decided there was nothing to release, paced around a bit and then perched again. No one came. She was getting very hungry.
Eventually the door opened and the smell of food reached her nostrils. She watched a tray being casually placed on the floor and waited for her hands to be released, but the person turned round and left.
Anne was flabbergasted. She pulled rather futilely against the ropes around her wrists. She had not been trying to escape. Should she have been? She was desperate for food but the idea of eating like a dog appalled her.
She agonised but could see no alternative.
"Eat or it will be removed" boomed from the speakers.
She had no choice. She was too hungry.
It was not physically difficult to get to her knees but she was already psychologically wounded and this new twist only increased her emotional turmoil. She was not enjoying her captivity. Perhaps she should call a halt?
The stew was actually very nice, but it got all over her chin and cheeks and she could not lick it all off. The drink had a straw in it, that at least seemed more civilised. It was some sort of fruit smoothie.
Anne looked around for some way to wipe her face. The only possibility was the bed but she rejected it. If they wanted her to look attractive they would have to clean her up. She was developing a new mind set. This was going to be a test of her will and she was going to overcome it.
"Prisoner stand by the pole."
Anne jumped. She had no way to anticipate the blaring of the speakers. She moved almost in a trace and stood as requested.
"Now what?" she said to herself, yet she knew that she was glad to have something else to think about. She stood resolutely facing the door her back to the pole.
David entered. She knew it was him despite the army fatigues and balaclava. She guessed that his friends had gone home but had no idea exactly what time it was. She showed no sign of recognition and tried desperately to look the part of the frightened prisoner. There was a little bit of truth in it anyway.
David was carrying some sort of wooden pole and a holdall. He went behind her without acknowledgement or even a glance. She felt the chain of her collar pulled tight to the pole. She was already helpless to stop whatever he had in mind.
It took a while. An extra rope around her waist pulled her hips to the pole. He spent some time winding ropes around her chest over and under her breasts and then cinching them under her arms then cinching her breasts. She did not attempt to look at him or what he was doing. Where had he learned to tie like this? The pole was used to hold her legs about two feet apart. She had thought she would be bolt upright? A ball gag was encouraged into her mouth. Was that for her or for him? Gagging was something they had discussed. She had said that it made her feel more vulnerable.
He checked she was secure. There was no need. She could not move. As he started to encourage her nipple to swell she guessed what was going to happen. The pain was as severe as she remembered but she tried not to flinch or gasp. Both nipples were suitably grasped. He knelt in front of her fiddling with something. Her vagina was invaded with what must be either a dildo or a vibrator. She was not sure which would be better. She was still sore from the earlier assault and not in the least bit aroused. He pushed it hard then somehow secure it. She could not see past her bunched breasts even if she wanted to. All she knew was that the invader was pushing into her. He stood up and went behind her. She whelped as he slapped her buttocks making them sting. He gave her several smacks before walking resolutely past her. He did not look round. She was left to suffer in silence.
The invader was silent and motionless. She was not sure if she wanted it to vibrate or not. Her tummy was full from her recent feeding and she was still conscious of having orgasmed earlier but it irritated. The pain in her nipples had subsided as she knew it would. She squirmed despite her knowledge that there could be no escape. Her wrists were wedged against the pole and her back giving no movement even if there was any slack in the ropes that held them. Her collar kept her tight to the pole and her legs were securely held. She had wanted to test her endurance. David had given her the opportunity to do just that.
Anne stood stoically. She was uncomfortable and not in the least bit aroused. Several times David appeared and warmed her bottom up. The first time he had also produced a flannel and wiped her face, but there was no love in his actions.
She actually welcomed the interruptions. She could not tell how long she stood for. She lost count of how many times David appeared. On one occasion the nipple clamps were removed but there was no attempt to rub them or even touch them further. The intense burning stirred something inside her but it was not encouraged. The clamps had done their job. She still could feel their not so gentle caress long after they had gone.
And so time passed. She was getting stiff. Her feet ached. She wanted to rest. She even needed to pee. Was David waiting for her to give in? If so he would have to wait much longer than this.
The urge to pee grew stronger. It was not something she had considered. Her legs were open, she could not cross them. The intrusion inside would not block her passage, no matter how big it was. Slowly the pain in her groin grew. David appeared in time to see a flow of liquid leave her. He stopped in his tracks.
Anne was in turmoil. Everything was going wrong. She was not in a position to rectify things but it now looked as if David's resolve would waiver. Over the past few months they had talked, even argued over this "fantasy". She had thought he had hardened himself to it, maybe even getting pleasure from it? It was now up to him to either take this incident in his stride or stop it here and now. She could not be sure what he would do. She was not even sure what she wanted him to do.
He stood, his posture unsteady. As she watched he seemed to pull himself together. He approached with purpose.
"Could you not wait?" he hissed. "look what you've done."
Anne could not see. She could not even feel any liquid just the relief of pressure from her groin. She mewed an apology but knew he could not understand.
"You will have to clean this place up, but first you will have to be punished."
He went behind her and landed a torrent of smacks onto her already beleaguered bottom. It hurt but by now Anne did not care. The decision had been made. The kidnap would continue. He left in a bit of a hurry. he returned shortly brandishing a mop and bucket. He methodically undid the ties around her body. The knots securing her wrists must have tightened from her exertions but eventually he got them loose. Only her collar prevented her from moving. She rubbed her wrists automatically.
"When I get back I want all this mess cleaned up," he told her, releasing the link that held the collar to the pole.
The chain was of course still in place. Anne looked at the puddle and the dildo on a stick that had been inside her. It was not a vibrator. David had been quite creative she thought. She shrugged. It would not take long to clean up but the concrete might take a while to dry. She was bit wobbly on her legs but the mop served as a useful support until she regained her strength. Apart from the incongruity of doing it naked it almost felt like normality.
"Place the bucket and things near the door and then sit on the bed"
The voice, obviously now David, made her jump.
She complied, of course.
David returned leaving a glass of milk on a tray and removing the other items. She let him leave before fetching the glass.
"Must be bedtime," she murmured to herself.
"Lights out in two minutes, " David announced.
Anne had no means to gauge the time exactly and wasted no time finishing her drink and returning to the bed. There were no covers but it was not cold this time of year.
The darkness seemed almost impenetrable. There were no windows or glass of any kind and no light seeped from the back door. It was a little bit scary but Anne felt in no real danger. She realised that she was actually very tired. Sleep came surprisingly easily.
She awoke in darkness. She was momentarily disorientated. Everything came flooding back to her consciousness: the abduction from her own kitchen, the gang rape, the lesbian encounter and the accident at the pole. What would this day hold for her? Perhaps it was still the middle of the night? She felt rested and alert. Her body clock was telling her to wake up. Her eyes strained to penetrate the blackness but failed. All she could do was wait. She decided to keep her eyes closed in case the lights came on and blinded her.
It was actually quite relaxing. She remembered her fantasies. They still felt good. The reality had been different but she had no regrets. She waited with anticipation for the next challenge.
The lights came on. There was the telltale buzz of igniting fluorescent tubes and a brightness beyond her eyelids. She was ravenous. She hoped that the breakfast would be more civilised than her "doggy" dinner.
The tray appeared. A full English with fruit juice. As far as Anne knew David was no cook. She had half expected a Mcdonalds'. She used the chair as a table and squatted to eat. It was good.
"You have ten minutes before your morning session."
As usual the speaker made her jump. There was no way to anticipate it. It was strange turn of phrase though probably accurate. Anne attempted to use the bucket. Her bladder complied but her bowels were still unconvinced. She shrugged. She had been not long before she was taken the day before so it was not that unusual. There was no way to prepare for the unknown so she perched on the bed with her hands loosely in her lap.
Two people entered. One was David the other was the woman. Uncomfortable thoughts entered Anne's mind. Surely David was not having sexual relationships outside the scenario? They had not discussed it. She was being fucked by all and sundry, but superficially against her will. Did it matter if David was getting "a bit on the side"? Anne could not decide. There may, of course, be nothing going on at all, but how was she to know? Had she been the one teaching him rope work?
They did not approach her directly but went over to the cage and started to open it up. There was a hinged lid, as well as a small door, then the four sides folded out flat. She knew that the collar would not let her get that far so she just sat and watched.
The woman approached carrying the ominous holdall.
"Stand facing the bed with your hands behind your head."
Anne complied. She felt a bit like a naughty school girl.
With her hands out of the way her breasts were treated to a thorough binding with several turns around each breast squeezing them hard. Her wrist were crossed and bound behind her head. She thought she recognised the next procedure: a rope doubled and looped around her waist the pulled between her legs but this time it was tensioned to her wrists. The rope was pulled very hard forcing her arms far over her head and pulling inside her pussy. Anne gasped.
The collar was now removed allowing her to walk gingerly to the now dismantled cage. She felt like she was being cut in two. Once on the cage floor she was helped down into a sitting position. The woman busied herself tying Anne's ankles and knees tightly to each other. Her knees were encouraged to bend and a rope taken from them to the middle of the breast tie. She was now in a forced sitting position slightly bent over trying to take the pressure off her tortured breasts. The woman produced another length of rope. Anne was bemused. What more could she do?
Starting at her ankles the rope was taken around her arms under each elbow and the back to her ankles. As Anne adjusted to this new restriction they started to reassemble the cage around her. She could just about see the clips that held each side then the lid came down. There were lugs in the top that engaged and held the sides together. She was just able to see a padlock put in place to secure it.
"Listen carefully, this is an old cage discarded by it's previous owner. The reason being there are a number of breakages in the mesh which have very sharp edges. If you brush against them you could be scratched or seriously injured. Do you understand?"
Anne found any movement difficult so answered, "Yes, I understand."
"Do not try and roll over."
She heard two sets of footsteps retreating but could not turn her head enough to follow them with her eyes.
She tested her bonds. Any movement she made produced pressure on either her breasts or the rope between her legs. Already she was conscious of the pressure on her buttocks from the sitting position but any attempt to relieve it was met with resistance from the ropes and pain in her vagina or tits. It suddenly felt very warm in her confinement.
By the time they returned to release her she was sweating profusely. She gritted her teeth against the constant attacks on her bottom, breasts or vagina. She became aware of their presence. The were talking almost casually.
"Aren't you worried about forgetting the code. You had to wire shut the door so there's no other way in."
"I was able to set the number myself so I used one that means something to us. We do that with all our pin numbers and things. I just have to remember which one I chose. That's got it. Better hurry up she looks under a lot of strain. Where the hell did you get the idea from?"
"I saw something similar on the Internet and improved upon it."
"I'm glad your on my side"
"Oh your all right. I'm submissive with men, I thought you realised that."
"Does that mean you enjoy bondage yourself?"
"Never tried it. I never found a man I trusted, Hubby didn't need to: he just beat the shit out of me. That's why I eventually left him."
The conversation carried on over her they released her from her bondage. It was almost surreal. As if she was no longer a person.
"Perhaps you would like go in here when this is over?" David continued.
The woman did not answer straight away. She was undoing Anne's hands and just casually pulled her arms out and down retying them behind her. She had no strength to stop her nor the will to resist.
"I will have to think about it," the woman eventually answered.
Anne was encouraged to her feet and almost frog marched to the middle of the room. The collar was replaced and they left her standing shakily. She leant against the pole and felt tears coming to her eyes. She was no sure why but could not even wipe them with her hands behind her back.
Her strength and composure returned to her eventually. A glass of water and a straw was casually left for her and she drank gratefully. Her mind was still in a whirl. Who was this woman. How come she did not know her? Was David interested in her? The fact that she was probably old enough to be his mother did not seem to matter.
"Prisoner stand by the pole facing it and do not move."
She obeyed mechanically glad to have something else to think about. Someone came up behind her. Undid her wrists and pulled them over her head. She was forced to stretch upwards onto her toes. The movement was welcome after her cramped position earlier but she wondered what was about to happen to her.
Nothing.
She was left dangling. She looked up and realised that there was a short bar inserted through the pole which she had not noticed. She was literally hanging from it by her wrists. The minimal aspect of this bondage ate into her already fragile psyche. She was being manipulated and tortured with almost casual disdain. Her arms began to ache and she shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. She heard someone approach and strained to look for them.
"Eyes Front!"
The order was barked across the speakers. Anne reacted immediately her heart beating as if she had been attacked or hit. A blindfold was placed over her ensuring complicity.
She no longer had time to brood or sulk. Her body bucked and squirmed as fingers danced over it lightly. She was laughing but it was not from pleasure.
She never saw her attacker. She was tickled mercilessly for what seemed like an age. She was left hanging and exhausted, the blindfold still in place. She could not tell if it was the same person or someone else who eventually released her. Once again her hands were retied behind her back. She was not going to allowed any freedom.
"Do not turn round until you hear the door closed" was the command from the speakers as the blindfold was removed. She sought the comparative sanctuary of the bed as soon as possible and curled up as best she could.
Her next meal had to be eaten without the use of her hands. She had almost resigned herself to the probability. It had been cut into small pieces as you would with a child. The irony was not lost on her. She was being dehumanised.
The afternoon brought the moment she had been dreading. It was totally irrational but the chair brought up visions of two films that she had sat through while David was transfixed. They were not her type of film, brutal. sick even. She sat, her wrists and ankles secured and a gag in her mouth. All it needed was for someone to walk in wearing a thick leather and rubber bodysuit and she would have shit herself. As it was, when she realised it was not David approach
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