The Captive 2_ Captivated · Part 2

The Captive 2_ Captivated · Part 2 (2/2)
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ing she almost lost her composure.

He was wearing fatigues and a balaclava but when he proceeded to blindfold her she mewed in distress.

But he was not into slicing and dicing, he was into splodging. The first squirt made her tense like a drum It took her a few minutes to work out what he was doing. something was on her skin but she was not sure what. It was only when she felt him start to lick it off she understood. When realisation struck home she relaxed. It was not something she had ever considered but it was harmless and she even began to enjoy the attention and the unusual sensations. She even felt herself getting a little warm between the legs. Her libido was quashed by a bucket of very cold water that made her gasp for air through the gag. She was not left to shiver but rubbed over vigorously

Once dried her hair was combed through. She guessed it must be the woman.

Her blindfold was kept in place to keep her disorientated while she was freed from the chair, allowed to stand and then her hands bound behind her as usual.

There was some time before her next meal. She rested as best she could on the bed. She might even have drifted off to sleep, she was not sure.

She ate on her knees. It was getting easier each time. She was long past worrying about her dignity.

She tried to use the bucket again. Squatting with her hands behind her was not too difficult. Again her bowels refused to move. She would have had difficulty cleaning herself anyway.

The door opened and the whole group walked in. Except there was no woman.

"Time for you to earn your keep." said one of them. She did not recognise the voice. He casually opened his fly and released his member. It started to swell in anticipation.

Since her last captivity Anne had developed her oral skills. David enjoyed it and she had learned to overcome the gagging reflex.

She serviced them all. It was almost mechanical. She vaguely wondered if they got any actual pleasure from it either. There was a certain amount of banter and comments about trigger happy when one of them came almost immediately. His embarrassment was clear even if he was wearing a balaclava. She did recognise her husband's cock but she consciously made no sign or changed her behaviour for him. They left as abruptly as they came. She was still kneeling. The taste of salt was overwhelming. She could kill for a long drink.

She anticipated the arrival of the woman. Glass in hand she fed Anne the water she craved and stroked her hair gently.

"Go lie down," she said gently.

Anne had expected some sort of sexual activity but none came. She was actually disappointed.

Her hands were released for the drink and bed.

Day two.

It started much the same as the day before. The breakfast was good and she was allowed to eat normally. She was again locked into the cage but this time the bondage was less stringent. Her legs were forced to bend by ropes holding the ankle to her thigh. Her hands were held to her waist individually either side. Her elbows were pulled back to ensure tension and she was gagged.

With some movement still available she was able to look at the cage more closely. It was indeed a little worn with several hasty repairs. There were a number of wires sticking out that could indeed hurt her. More curious though were the clips that held it together at the corners. One in particular looked almost like a razor blade. Why had David not sorted it out? He had spent many hours setting this up, it did not make any sense.

Eventually the strain of kneeling began to dominate her thoughts more than her surroundings. She was again relieved when they came to release her.

Lunch passed uneventfully. She emptied her bladder but once again did not pass any solids. David had asked her about this first time round and she had been a bit evasive. He had said that one of his friend's wife was a nurse. He had also suggested that an enema might prove interesting. Anne had been a little unsure.

"Prisoner stand at the foot of the wooden horse."

She allowed David to tie her down, with her chest along the top and her legs apart strapped to the horse. Her hands were still held behind her back. A ball gag ensured that there would be complaints. Her bottom was very exposed.

"I must say I did not believe what you had been telling me." The voice was female and almost pompous. "You say she is doing this voluntarily?" The incredulity was obvious just from the tone of voice. Anne did not hear an actual reply "Is the gag really necessary?"

"She likes it," David exaggerated.

"Does she know what is going to happen to her?"

"She can probably guess. We have discussed it." David was still being a little liberal with the truth. The discussion had not got past the suggestion stage. Anne had not agreed, or disagreed for that matter. She did have a pretty good idea of what was coming, but had no idea what it would actually entail.

"Two days is not unusual between bowel movements. There is no need for this. Let me just feel her abdomen. It's a bit difficult with her bent over like this. "

Anne jumped involuntarily as gloved hands poked her groin area. She could not complain.

"Maybe a little hard, but it could be just the way she is lying." There was a short pause, "You could always have used a suppository? No? well it can't do any harm. so let's get on with it."

There was some movement that Anne could not fully identify then the unmistakable feeling of her bottom being invaded. She tensed automatically.

"Try and relax dear do not fight the liquid."

It was all very well for her. Anne had never felt anything like this in her life. She squirmed and mewed ineffectively. She desperately wanted to expel the tube but had no muscles to do it with. If there had been pressure on her groin before it was greater now.

"You can put something in to plug it for now but she must be allowed to expel it after twenty minutes or so."

"You can keep an eye on her inside from the video cameras".

Anne was left alone. She felt full. She felt very uncomfortable, but she had to endure it. Eventually they returned. It seemed like an age before her legs were released and she was allowed to her feet. She was very unsteady.

"Hold it for just a few moments longer," she was told, "now squat and…."

Anne needed no further bidding. It was like a chronic case of diarrhoea. The relief was incredible. It seemed to go on for ever. She had no idea whether she expelled anything other than liquid. Her bottom was wiped thoroughly.

She was just about aware of a nurses uniform near her. She assumed it was genuine.

"Excellent. That should feel much better. What are you going to do with her now? She could probably do with a good wash."

"How about we take her outside and hose her down, that might be fun."

"Won't somebody see?"

"No, the garden is not overlooked.

Anne was encouraged through the back door, her hands still tightly bound behind her and the gag still in place. She could not resist them. She stood wide eyed as they brought out the hose and tried to run away. There was no where to run but she might be able to get out of the reach of the water stream. She cowered in the corner of the garden pulling futilely at the ropes that held her wrists. She was no escapologist. She could not free herself "We will have to tie her legs to stop her running away. Grab her will you?" The voice was distant and calm. "We only need hobble her so she can still stand up. If we ram a tent peg onto the hobble she won't be able to move."

She watched almost in a dream as two of them approached her. There was no way to stop them dragging her into the middle of the lawn. One of them held her and the other busied themselves between her ankles. Her legs were about a foot apart with the rope between caught on a metal tent peg. She was now unable to avoid the dousing down that had been prescribed. Her two assailants withdrew. Her legs were shaking. She was drooling from the gag. She watched in almost slow motion as the water left the nozzle and hit her square on the chest. She gasped. It took the wind out of her and the gag had already made breathing difficult. It was like being hit by a million flies. The water stung her. The plume traced up and down rapidly. Within seconds she was drenched from head to foot.

After the initial shock Anne was able to steady both her stance and her breathing. She could not see past the water to identify who was wielding the hose. They seemed to be aiming it a specific parts of her body: a breast, her groin. Sensibly enough the water was not aimed directly at her face.

Eventually they got bored. The pounding of water stopped and she stood shivering and gasping. No one approached for some time. She realised that it was actually quite warm outside and the sun was shining. Eventually someone took pity on her and rubbed her over with a towel. Her ankles were released and she was escorted back to her prison. Inside the gag was discarded. To her amazement several of them came in behind. Her wrists were unbound and dried but then retied in front of her. She was marched over to another part of the room and she found herself almost dangling from her arms. Hadn't they done enough to her?

She looked through slightly glazed eyes. The nurse was still with them She approached purposefully a towel in her hands. It was a very strange encounter. She was dried, gently and thoroughly. The nurse muttering professional platitudes like she was a hospital patient. It was meticulous. It was clinical. It was almost pleasant.

"How's that?"

Anne was not sure whether to answer.

"Thank you," she muttered.

"She needs some rest"

It was said with authority.

They compromised. She was not allowed total freedom, her hands were again tied behind her and the collar put in place, but they left her alone. She reviewed her recent experiences. Things had gone beyond a simple kidnapping. This had been nothing like her fantasies yet she was not unduly distressed. She had not enjoyed the hosing down but actually felt invigorated from the attention that followed. Each episode had had a mixture discomfort or distress combined with the satisfaction of endurance. Was she enjoying it? She was not sure. Did she want it to finish? No! Evening sessions seemed to be sexual. Even now there was a stirring in her loins. She appeared to be turned on by bondage.

There was the mundane routine of eating before her sexual desires could be fulfilled.

Her anticipation was heightened when she was taken over to the sling. She ended up in a sitting position, her hands still behind her. The wooden bar had been produced to hold her legs open as the loops on the sling were designed to go over each ankle but not restrict her movements. She was supported under the hips and under her arm pits. It was actually quite comfortable. Unfortunately there were the inevitable nipple clamps. She had resigned herself to this discomfort, but realised that she was reacting positively to their presence. A phallus was pushed into her pussy. It filled her but provided no stimulation. She was left to "cook"

Anne wanted sex. She had anticipated this session. She was aroused. She was made to wait.

The routine of the evening was established by the arrival of one of her captors. He casually dropped his pants, removed the phallus and fucked her. It was hard but she was already lubricated from her own excitement. He shot his load, growled some satisfaction then withdrew. The phallus was rammed unceremoniously back into place before he tidied himself up and left. No word was said. No acknowledgement given. She was to be a fuck machine.

Despite the inhumanity of her treatment she not only remained aroused, it grew in intensity. She counted the men through but she needn't have bothered, David was last, of course. The anticipation of the woman's entrance was overwhelming.

First the nipple clamps were removed. Anne anticipated the rush of blood. Her libido notched up a bit further. The phallus was replaced by a double dildo. The motion was now familiar but the dildo was bigger than any human equivalent and it was hitting the right spot inside her. The woman was in no rush, the strokes were long and even. She started to shake, Anne felt her own stirrings, The woman climaxed. Anne was still not there She was desperate to cum. She groaned as the woman slowed down.

"Don't worry, I know."

To Anne's surprise she picked up the phallus that had been torturing Anne all evening, but this time it was not held still. This thing was even bigger than the dildo. Anne felt like her vagina was being torn apart. Her body picked up where it had left off. The feelings increased. Her body shook, every muscle tensed. There was no gag to muffle the scream that signalled her satisfaction.

The bar was removed but she was left hanging. There was no way that the woman would have the strength to get her down properly. Anne closed her legs gratefully and luxuriated in the afterglow. It had been worth the wait.

The evening routine concluded. Anne slept with only a collar to signify her captivity.

Day Three

She spent the next morning in the cage again. This time she was sat cross-legged almost like some sort of guru. Her ankles were tied, her wrists held in place each knee There was no severe pressure or discomfort other than the effort of sitting still. It gave her mind a chance to wander

Could David take this as justification for having sexual relationships with another woman? The other woman she corrected. Superficially Anne had had sex with eight men and one woman. The fact that she had been powerless to resist was counterbalanced by the knowledge that it had been her idea in the first place. David had only put into practice the ideas she had dreamed up, but was this sex? She did not know who any of the other people were. She had not actively taken part except for performing cunningulus under duress. Last night they could have got the same result from fucking a doll or even a rubber tube. Any help had been provided by the swing, not her muscles.

If David wanted sex he could take her 12 times a day if he had the stamina but, and here was the crunch, it would be sex not intimacy. There was no love in this scenario. She was getting her "kicks" from abuse and mistreatment. She was getting her orgasms from a woman or a mechanical device.

David had in effect given her body away by allowing his friends to fuck her. Did he now think that he was entitled to find another body to compensate for his loss? Could she really blame him if he did? Had her obsession with this fantasy demolished a promising marriage. Should she call this whole thing to a halt and try and woo him back? Or was she just imagining it all? She could not ask without breaking the scene.

Anne agonised for what seemed like an eternity. When the two of them appeared joking to each other it was as if all her fears were justified.

The afternoon session involved being spread-eagled facing against the wall and being slapped, caned and gently whipped. There was no aggression involved and her skin was not damaged. It was almost playful. If David had any doubts about what was going on he kept them to himself. She was let down and fed in the usual manner. She took her time eating and waited before using the bucket. With some satisfaction her bowels behaved, and with some effort she was able to wipe herself.

"Stand by the chair."

Even though she was expecting it the speakers still made her jump.

The woman entered. There was no pretence this time. The outfit was both stunning and a little menacing. She wore black leather. The corset looked tight. She must have had help getting into it. Her boots reached up almost to her thighs. Her groin was covered. She had a studded collar and the same mask Anne had seen earlier in her captivity.

She approached with purpose carrying the now familiar holdall.

"Turn round and bend over, legs slightly apart!" She barked.

Anne complied her wrists automatically pulling in her bonds. She was shaking slightly.

There was a thud as the bag was dropped The noise of her searching. A pause. Was that a squelch? Something touched her quivering behind.

"Do not resist." she was told.

The invader was bigger than the enema tube. Anne gasped "Sit on the chair."

Anne hesitated. Her bottom was full and uncomfortable. she did not want to sit on it.

"Sit!"

She sat down gingerly. Any chance of removing the thing from her bottom was removed.

"Open your legs. Quickly now!"

The voice was firm and authoritative.

Ann's ankles were tied as before and just below the knee.

"Lean forward."

Anne was able to take some pressure off her bottom, but it was short lived. This was only to allow the woman to untie her hands from behind her. She was soon sat bolt upright, arms to her sides unable to move. A rope over her lap holding her down.

"Open."

She was not going to be allowed to complain.

"Comfortable?"

Anne shook her head, but not too quickly.

"You react well to these."

She was dangling the nipple clamps. Anne had never really looked at them. They looked quite innocuous but she knew what they felt like. She was unable to prevent them being used.

Anne lost sight of the woman as she delved into her bag again. She reappeared brandishing a traditional vibrator and some gaffer tape. Anne was bemused.

The vibrator was placed just touching Anne's vaginal lips and taped down. It was switched on.

The chair vibrated. The plug in her backside vibrated. Even her breasts vibrated. It seemed as if every part of her vibrated except the one part she wanted which seemed completely impervious to the vibrator. Anne desperately tried to move her hips forward but was held fast. She mewed in frustration.

Her tormentor stood for a moment then casually walked away. Anne assumed she would be left alone but the woman returned with a kitchen chair. She placed it squarely in Anne's view and sat down with her legs spread lewdly wide.

Anne watched mesmerised her body shaking, and her pussy aching. She was treated to a lesson in self pleasuring.

It was torture like none other. Anne was conscious of the void in her own pussy and had to watch as the woman opposite her pulled down the leather pants and brought herself to climax.

Having satiated herself she calmly picked up the chair and left.

Anne awaited her return with expectation. The droning in front of her continued steadily, promising much and delivering nothing.

She waited.

The vibrator suddenly gave out.

As if on cue the woman returned. She removed the nipple clips and rubbed the nipples vigorously to encourage recirculation. The new stimulus was almost enough to send Anne over, but no. Her legs were released.. She was desperate to finger herself off but the woman would have none of it.

"You will place your hands behind your head when I release them," she was told

Anne mewed a query. It must be late. It must be bed time. She needed an orgasm.

"Stand."

Anne struggled to her feet, her hands behind her head, her mouth still filled.

The intruder in her behind was finally removed.

"Walk."

She was guided towards the bed. To her dismay her hands were forced behind her. What was going on?

"You will sleep bound. if you complain the gag will be replaced."

Anne groaned. Why? What had she done?

There was no evening drink. The light went off without warning. Anne was left in darkness writhing on the bed. She was still conscious of the pressure exerted by the butt plug. Her nipples still tingled from the caress of the clamps and the subsequent rubbing. Her whole body was on edge. There was a void between her legs that she could not fill. She thrashed back and forth 'til her arms and wrists ached from the strain of trying to move them.

She must have slept despite her bondage. She was awoken by the lights Her eyes blinking and her hands trying to cover them but remaining pinned behind her.

Day Four

Her breakfast arrived. She was casually released without a word, her saviour pausing only long enough to replace the collar.

All thoughts of sex were gone. It was the start of another day.

She spent another morning in the cage. Her legs bent, tied ankle to thigh. Her arms tied in a similar fashion like some demented bird who was them made flightless by a rope pulling her elbows together. She lay on her tummy floundering and drooling from the ball in her mouth. It was both unpleasant and uncomfortable. There was no stimulation to her crotch or breasts to distract her.

Lunch came and went. She was getting stiff from her continued bondage, but there was no let up. She spent the next period in a strict "hog-tie". Her wrists only a few inches from her bound ankles, her back arched cruelly, anchored to one of the rings she had seen in the floor.

To her relief and to some extent amazement she was completely freed of all ropes and allowed to eat dinner normally. She stretched and rubbed herself trying to regain circulation and movement. She perched on the bed to await the evening scenario. Her bladder was empty. She was ready for what ever they might come up with.

The first strange occurrence was when four of them came in an proceeded to remove the cage from the room. It was obviously quite heavy and they wore gloves to protect themselves from the sharp edges. Then they returned with a contraption she had never seen before. It looked like half a barrel covered in rubber with a phallus protruding from it. She watched them plug it in and test it. The phallus went up and down and also vibrated. Anne had little doubt about it's effectiveness.

They left without saying anything. There was a slight commotion outside and in staggered the woman. She was as naked as Anne was. Her upper body encased in ropes, her arms useless behind her. She was taken over to the machine and impaled upon it. Her legs were tied down. She was gagged but her horror at the production of the nipple clamps was very evident. Anne guessed it was her first taste of them. She had been happy to inflict them on Anne. There was some satisfaction from seeing her get a taste of her own medicine.

Anne watched her fighting her bondage when one of them picked up the controls to the machine. Anne watched mesmerised as the poor woman was sent through hell to ecstasy. Her body convulsing through what looked like overwhelming orgasms. They forced several more upon her and she looked as if she would keel over completely. As they finally started to release her one of them walked purposefully over towards Anne.

"Now it's your turn"

They toyed with her. The spent time binding her. They delved between her legs to encourage moisture Eventually she found herself as the other woman had been. She was no where to be seen. Anne was not sure whether to be excited or terrified.

They did not bother with nipple clamps but one of them straddled the machine and fondled her from behind. She jumped as the phallus moved inside her. It was a strange sensation, not like fucking at all. The strokes were short and slow. Then they started it vibrating.

The first orgasms crept up unannounced and she shook from head to toe. They were not going to let her get away with that. Her groin was pounded and vibrated into almost agony. It felt like her insides would explode. She felt dizzy, she a was on the verge of passing out.. They turned it off, but did not release her.

She was allowed to rest then they started it up again. Could you die from too much "pleasure"?

She was exhausted and unable to even walk the few steps back to her bed unaided. She collapsed.

Day Five

She was dragged out of her sleep by arms and ropes. She was only just aware of what was happening. Her legs were already bound together at the knees and ankles, there was a rope around her chest and arms. He wrists were being bound in front of her There was something in her mouth: a piece of cloth or a scarf or something pulling at her cheeks and making her grimace. A bag was pulled over her head removing all vision. She was picked up and carried She squirmed ineffectively and mewed a complaint. What was going on? Where was her breakfast? Where were they taking her?

After a short while she was dumped unceremoniously down. She heard the familiar sounds of the cage being assembled. Why had they moved it? Why had she not eaten. What the hell was going on?

There were some unfamiliar noises around her. There were no voices but there was a lot of activity. It sounded like plastic, maybe a tarpaulin? There was nothing tying the bag down onto her. She assumed that the cage was closed and no one was near. She struggled to try and get it off. She had some movement but it was still severely limited. Her feet touched the cage. At least that had been correct. She squirmed expecting some sort of rebuke but nothing came. The activity around her seemed to have stopped. Then there was a strange hissing noise.

It took a moment or two to register what it was. It was running water, probably the hose, but where was it? She struggled harder to get the bag off. She was sure she felt water at her feet. At last her head was now clear.

She could see nothing but a blue wall outside the cage. The hose was a few feet away spewing water. There was already the water was lapping onto the floor of the cage.

Anne's heart was now racing as never before. Of all the fears she had, drowning had been the most persistent. She was not comfortable in deep water. She did not float well. What the hell was David thinking? The walls of the pool were taller than the cage. If the pool filled up she would most certainly drown. She had to get out of the cage.

Everything fell into place. The repeated visits to the cage. The opportunity to examine it. Even the knowledge that the number of the padlock would be known to her. She looked for the padlock. It was out of her reach with her arms held down and she doubted if she could manipulate it with her wrists bound either. She had to cut herself free and work out the lock combination. She could not call out and complain. There were no cameras to see her head shaking. She was on her own.

She found the right clip. She sawed away. It was actually quite difficult. She had to keep resting. One strand cut away but it did not seem to be enough. She tried again. The water was up to her groin. It was cold. Her hands were now under water but the rope was not through yet. The water hampered her efforts. She pulled and felt movement. A few more tugs and her hands were free. She wriggled out of the ropes around her chest and untied the gag. At least she could now breathe easier. She could also call for help, but for now she was determined to get out on her own.

She pulled at the now sodden ropes that bound her ankles and knees. The water was up to her breasts while she was sitting. She could not really see what she was doing. Her chin touched the water. At last the ropes gave way.

Getting back onto her knees she reached for the lock. Her head was touching the roof of the cage and the water was up to her arm pits. She had found the padlock. Could she see the numbers? Which one would he use? The water was rising quicker than she might have expected. Would David come to her rescue if she failed?

She tried every pin number she could think of to no avail. Her birthday? no, His birthday, still no. She squealed in anguish, "Happy Anniversary Darling."

Was it really their anniversary? She had forgotten with all the excitement of the last few days. Most women got flowers on their wedding anniversary. It looked like her husband was going to drown her. She was about to shout back when the penny dropped.

8th of August. The happiest day of her life. 0808.

. The lock clicked. She put her shoulders against the lid and heaved. It did not move. She remembered seeing them freeing the front two lugs, did so and tried again. It flew open and she stood up. The water was barely over hips now. She could see over the sides of the pool. David was watching her from a deck chair. He was dressed normally. He had a smile on his face. He looked totally relaxed.

"Have a towel," he smirked..

Anne managed an athletic hurdle over the edge of the cage which was a little unsteady. She splashed her way to the ladder of the pool and climbed out.

"You know I hate deep water," she complained.

"It wasn't deep," he countered, "you just couldn't stand up. What do you think?"

"Don't do it again."

"Who said we would do anything again?"

"Give me that towel you bastard," she said jokingly, "and turn that damn hose off before you flood the whole garden.

"Happy Anniversary," he repeated, "perhaps we can consummate it in a more traditional manner?"

"It's a bit early in the morning, besides I haven't had any breakfast yet."

Anne headed for the house a free woman. She was satisfied, for now. Maybe David did deserve a reward? She would have to think about it. Right now she wanted her breakfast, but despite her dislike of deep water the adrenaline rush had stirred something inside her. David might get lucky yet.

story continues in The Captive Part 3: Quelle Surprise

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