The Hungarian Bride · Part 2 (2/2)
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"You aren't really going to whip me, are you?"
"Of course not. I might spank you, though. But only if you provoke me. Is that OK with you?"
"I don't know, I do not like pain."
"Yeah, the but the game wouldn't seem real if I couldn't discipline you if you were bad."
"Well, all right, but only if it is just play."
"We're agreed then, and ready to start the game." John stood up and grabbed Rosza's arm. "Into the kitchen, slave girl. There is work to be done."
The chains were on the kitchen table. John buckled the leather collar tightly around Rosza's neck and locked the buckle with a small padlock. He put a thick black zip tie through the end link of a foot-long chain and closed it around her left wrist. Another zip tie attached the chain to her right wrist. A slightly longer chain and two more zip ties connected and confined her ankles. John cut off the excess length of the ties with big shears. "On your knees, slave girl."
"Yes, Master." Rosza dropped to her knees. She didn't like the way this was working out. She thought, Submission and sex is one thing, submission and kitchen work is something else. Oh well, it won't last for long.
John opened the cupboard under the sink and brought out a ten foot chain. One end was bolted to the floor inside the cupboard and he padlocked the other end to the D-ring on Rosza's collar. He took a bucket of hot soapy water out of the sink and put it on the floor. "Your task, slave girl, is to scrub the floor. The brush is in the pail."
"You aren't serious, are you? You really expect me to scrub the floor?"
"Of course I expect you to scrub the floor. The floor is very dirty, and a humble task like this is just the thing to break the spirit of a haughty Princess. And you didn't address me as 'Master'." He took off his belt. "Do you want to be flogged again?"
Rosza stood up and backed away from John. "You wouldn't dare!"
She wasn't prepared for his move. He grabbed her around the waist, swept her feet out from under her, and dropped her on the floor. He stepped on the chain between her wrists, which pinned her hands down. Next he pulled over a kitchen chair, sat down, and draped her over his lap. Rosza squirmed and struggled, but John held her with his arm around her waist. He doubled the belt and swatted her across her bottom.
Rosza yelled, "Stop! That hurts!" The thin rayon didn't provide any protection and the belt really stung. John hit her again and she shrieked. After six more spanks she decided there was no real reason that she shouldn't do her share of the household chores. "I'm sorry, Master! I'll scrub the floor. Please, stop whipping me."
"I have another task for you first." John put Rosza on her back, moved the rayon to one side, and released his raging cock. He knelt between her legs and thrust into her. There was no foreplay, but Rosza found that she was aroused anyway. She bucked under his thrusts until they both came.
After he recovered John said, "That was fantastic." He sat up and kissed Rosza. "Now, slave girl, scrub the floor. And if you don't do a good job I'll tell Igor to take you to the torture chamber and exercise his skills on your body for a few hours. I have given him strict orders not to mar your beauty, but you will not have a pleasant time with him."
As soon as John left the kitchen Rosza cleaned herself up at the sink. She opened the drawer where she found the knife, but it no longer contained anything sharp. She pulled on the chain attached to her neck but it didn't move. I don't think I can get these chains off any time soon. And John may not have a torture chamber, but that belt wasn't pleasant either. Rosza looked at the floor. It was very dirty. She dropped to her knees, took a two-handed grip on the brush, and started scrubbing, her wrist chain rattling on the floor. This isn't nearly as much fun as sex, she thought.
After dinner the fantasies were stopped and straight bondage began. John took Rosza into the barn and had her strip. He had some pictures he had downloaded from a Japanese site and he experimented with various oriental bondage positions, starting with mild and working up to more severe bondage. In the ultimate position Rosza's arms were tied hand to elbow behind her back. Multiple strands of rope above and below her breasts welded her arms to her torso, and her legs were tied at the ankles, knees, and thighs. She was thoroughly gagged, her mouth stuffed with a wad of cloth held in place by a tight band of rope.
John tied a rope around her waist, ran it through her crotch and up her back, and tied it off to an overhead beam so she was standing on her toes. There was no longer any pretense that Rosza could escape. She dangled helplessly, and tears started to run down her face as the tight ropes bit into her flesh.
When John saw the tears he realized he had gone too far. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He took out the gag and cut off the waist rope. Rosza sank to her knees.
Rosza knelt at John's feet, her head bowed. She was still naked and still in tight Shibari bondage. It had been a long day and she wanted to be untied, badly. She pleaded, "Please, can we stop? I can't take any more."
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I just got carried away. We should have set up a safeword." John quickly cut off the ropes. Rosza's body was covered with red and purple lines. When the last of the ropes were off her body John picked her up and carried her into the house. "That's enough for today."
Rosza thought, For today? That's enough, period.
Sunday was a true day of rest for Rosza and John. They didn't play any bondage games, but instead indulged in more mundane activities, such as grocery shopping. John discovered that Rosza didn't know anything about cooking, so he prepared the meals. They had just finished dinner when her cellphone rang.
Rosza said, "That is strange. Only my mother has this number, and why would she call?" She answered the phone. "Hello? Who is it?" There was a pause and then Rosza began to speak rapidly in Hungarian. John didn't understand anything of what she said, but she shook her head a lot. She stopped talking and put a hand over the phone. "John, this is someone I knew in Hungary. He wants to stop by and see me."
"Oh? An old boyfriend?"
"No, nothing like that, we were children together. A year ago I loaned him some money when he had to get out of Hungary in a hurry. Now he's driving from Los Angeles and wants to stop by and pay me back."
"How did he know you were here?"
"His mother and my mother are good friends. He must have got the information from them. You are not jealous, are you? There is no reason to be, we were never more than friends, but I would like to see him again, if you permit it."
"OK, if that's what you want it's fine by me."
Rosza smiled. "Thank you." She handed the phone to John. "Could you tell him how to find us?"
Several hours later John heard a car pull into the driveway and park next to the house. He turned on the outside lights and opened the door. A man was getting out of a late-model Mercedes sedan. "Hello! Is Rosza here? I'm her friend, Imre." His English was good, but he had an accent that reminded John of Bela Lugosi.
"Yes, she's here. Come in." They entered the living room and John got a good look at the stranger. He was about thirty, with average features and below average height. He was very well dressed, wearing pressed slacks and a sportcoat, and his shoes were shiny.
Rosza entered the room. "Imre, good to see you." She shook his hand. "John, this is Imre. I have known him for a long time. Imre, this is John, my betrothed."
Imre shook John's hand. "Congratulations. Rosza is a good woman. She will make you a fine wife." If Imre noticed the rope marks still visible on Rosza's wrists he didn't say anything.
Rosza said, "My, you look nice, Imre. The last time I saw you, you were almost ragged."
"Yes, I have done well in America." He took a large roll of currency from his pocket, peeled off ten $100 bills, and gave them to Rosza. "Here is the money I owe you."
"This is much more than I loaned you! You don't owe me so much."
"Consider it interest. You helped me at a bad time and I am grateful. Besides, I can afford it now."
Rosza smiled. "Well, I will take it then. I don't have much money myself and I don't want to burden John. But let us sit down, and you can tell me about yourself. Where are you going?"
John and Rosza sat together on the couch and Imre took a chair. Imre said, "I left Los Angeles this afternoon. I don't know yet where I'm going first, but I need to return to Hungary." He yawned. "It has been a long day. I would like to talk but I am very tired. Is there a hotel near here?"
"John, can Imre stay the night here? Then we can talk at breakfast."
John wasn't thrilled about the idea, but he wanted to please Rosza. "Yeah, he can spend the night."
Imre said, "Thank you, John. I will get my case from my car." He left the house.
As soon as the front door closed Rosza said, "Thank you for letting Imre stay tonight." She giggled. "You can gag me when we have sex so he doesn't hear my sounds."
Monday morning. John woke up to find Rosza was already out of bed. He showered and dressed and went into the kitchen.
Rosza was wearing her blue dress and was sitting in a kitchen chair. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back and she was gagged with a knotted dishtowel. Rope was wrapped around her upper body, pinning her arms. Imre was holding a short-barreled revolver, which he pointed at John. He said, "Do not do anything foolish. If you do as I say no one will be hurt and you will have your Rosza back undamaged."
"What do you want?"
"I need some traveling money. You will get it for me from the bank where you work."
"Bank? What makes you think I work at a bank?"
Imre smiled sardonically. "Rosza's mother gave me Rosza's email address and it was not difficult for me to obtain her password, because I know the name of her kitten when she was a little girl. I read everything you sent her. Now get your car keys and we will go outside. Oh, first get rid of your cellphone. Put it on the table."
John got his keys from the rack near the door and took his cellphone from his jacket pocket and put it on the kitchen table. Imre was careful to keep a separation between them so John never had a chance to go for the gun, but John wouldn't have tried anyway. He didn't want to do anything that might cause Imre to hurt Rosza.
"That is good, John. Now park your car outside the back door. If you don't I will be forced to shoot Rosza."
"Don't hurt her! I'll do as you say. I won't risk her to save the bank's money." John got his car from the old barn that he used as a garage and parked it by the back door next to Imre's car, which was painted an unusual lime-green color.
Imre and Rosza were on the back porch. He held her arm with his left hand and pointed the gun in his right hand at her head. "Very good, John. Now open the trunk and get out of the car. Open the rear door." Imre walked down the back steps, pushing Rosza ahead of him. They walked to the rear of John's car and Imre moved away from it, leaving Rosza standing there. Imre pointed to a small cardboard box on the porch. "Put that on the floor of the back seat. Do not drop it, it is a gasoline bomb and we don't want it to go off."
John put the bomb in the car and closed the door. Imre said, "Help Rosza into the trunk." When John had done this Imre tossed him a set of leg irons. "Use these to hogtie her. And do it well, I will be checking your work."
John fastened a cuff around Rosza's left ankle, circled the handcuff chain with the leg iron chain, and locked the other cuff on her right ankle. "Now what?"
"Get in your car. Do not start the engine." Imre reached into the trunk and clicked the leg iron cuffs tighter. He slammed the trunk lid shut. "Now we will drive to your bank. Do not try to run away from me and do not reach for the bomb." Imre held up a cellphone. "All I have to do is press the 'send' button and the bomb will go off. You might be able to escape from the burning car, but Rosza will surely die."
"Don't hurt her! I'll do anything you say. Just don't hurt her!"
Imre got into his car. "Let's go now. When we get to the bank stay in your car until I tell you to get out. Be sure to obey all of the traffic laws. If you are stopped by the police I will use the bomb as a diversion to help me escape."
When he reached the bank John parked in his usual place. The bank was at one end of a large strip mall and Imre parked near the other end of the lot. John stayed in his car, his hands on the steering wheel, until Imre walked up and told him to get out. "So far so good, John. Now go into your office and act normally. I'll be watching you through the window. When you have the money call me on Rosza's cellphone. But remember this! If I see any sign of the police I'll set off the bomb!" He banged twice on the trunk lid. "Don't forget who is in here."
John went into the bank, nodding absently at the greetings from his coworkers. He sat at his desk and wondered what to do. He was worried sick about Rosza and he didn't care about the bank's money. But if he gave Imre the money what guarantee did he have that Imre wouldn't shoot him and blow up Rosza just to eliminate the witnesses? Imre was a ruthless bastard, and John didn't trust him for a second. He didn't doubt that not doing as Imre said would risk Rosza's life. He pondered his dilemma for over half an hour, consumed with anxiety, before he finally determined what he had to do.
John called the police. He was frightened that Rosza might be hurt, but this seemed to be the best way to avoid it. He couldn't face Imre and his gun without help. Eventually he was transferred to Detective Ramos, who wasn't surprised when he heard John's story. Ramos described Imre perfectly. "That what the man looks like?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"They pulled the same stunt in L. A. a few weeks ago. The MO is identical, they even used a 'European Bride' website to locate their last mark. But he wasn't as smart as you are, so he actually took money from his bank. He may not have to go to prison, but he sure messed up his life."
John didn't hear anything after 'they'. "Do you mean Rosza is in on this?"
"Yeah. Her real name is Rose Nagy. His name is Jared O'Malley."
"Is she Hungarian?"
"Her parents immigrated from Hungary, but she was born in New Jersey."
"I can't believe this! I met her at the airport! She had just flown in from Hungary."
"Did you actually see her walk through the security gate? Or did you meet her outside the terminal?"
"Outside the terminal. She said she got an earlier flight." John moved from denial to grief. "I've been a fool, haven't I?"
"You aren't the only one they've conned. Better to find out sooner rather than later. Now, here's what I want you to do…"
Imre call John a short time later. "Where's the money? Why are you stalling? Don't make me kill Rosza."
"Some clerks are working in the vault. I can't get the money until they leave. Be patient! It won't be long now."
"All right, but hurry!" Imre hung up.
John got another call. It was Detective Ramos. "We're in position around the bank. I talked to your manager and she's prepared a package with some money in it. Take it from the vault and tell Jared to meet you outside the bank."
John got the package from the vault. He called 'Imre', who met him outside the bank's main entrance. As soon as he took the money from John three men closed in. Two pointed guns at Jared and the other displayed a badge.
"Police. I'm Detective Ramos, and you're under arrest. Where's your accomplice?"
"Accomplice? What accomplice?"
"Don't give me that shit, Jared. We know all about you two. Where's Rose?"
Jared looked toward the end of the parking lot. "Well, I see my car is gone, so I guess she's gone too."
"Car? What car?"
John interrupted, "He was driving a Mercedes. It was a funny green color."
"Why didn't you tell me this before?"
John shrugged. "You didn't ask me, and I didn't think of it. I was kind of upset, and it never occurred to me to mention it."
"Do you know the year? The model? Do you remember the license number? "
"Sorry, I just remember it was a new-looking sedan with California plates."
Just then a patrol car pulled up in front of the bank. Ramos said, "I'll issue an APB with what we've got, but if you remember any more details let us know." He got into the patrol car and used the radio.
John was puzzled. "Jared, Rosza was chained up in the trunk of my car. How did she get to your car?"
"I gave her a handcuff key when I checked on her at your house. Rapping on the trunk lid was the signal for her to uncuff herself and slip out of the trunk. My car was unlocked and the key was under the seat. She was supposed to pick me up."
"What about the bomb?"
"That's just a dummy, a cardboard box filled with sand for weight. Why would I need a real bomb?
One of the detectives put the now-handcuffed Jared into the back seat of the patrol car. Ramos finished broadcasting the description of Jared's Mercedes. He said to John, "I can see you're shook up. Let's go into your office and I'll take your statement there. Then you can go home and unwind."
Once in the office Ramos spread a half-dozen photos on John's desk. "Recognize anyone?"
John pointed to a picture of Rosza. "That's her." He sighed and dabbed at his eyes.
Ramos was sympathtic. "Yeah, it's hard, but you got off easy. And you're far from the first man to be fooled by a pretty face. You'll get over it. Now tell me what happened, from the beginning."
John recited the sequence of events, starting from when he answered the ad. Ramos frequently interrupted with questions so it was some time before John finished his narrative. Just as Ramos clicked off his recorder his cellphone rang. "Yeah?… Oh, shit! Well, keep looking, she can't have gotten far."
"Was that about Rosza?"
"Yeah, the car was spotted and chased, but she abandoned it next to the door of a big department store in the mall and got inside before our car caught up. They haven't found her yet, but they haven't completed the search. She won't get away." He stood up. "I'll get this statement transcribed and you can sign it later."
John drove home in a funk. He was terribly depressed, both because he had been fooled and because he still wanted the Rosza he had thought he had. He parked his car in the barn and got out. He heard a faint banging from the trunk and opened the lid. Rosza was still inside and still chained up. He took out her drool-soaked gag.
"Oh, thank you. I was about to choke. Please, get me out of here and untie me. Do you realize how long I've been crammed in this trunk? I hurt all over."
"Why are you still stuck here? Jared said he gave you a handcuff key."
"Yeah, but I dropped it and it fell down into a crack where I couldn't reach it."
"If you're here, then who took Jared's car?"
"How the hell should I know? Some passing car thief. It was a valuable unlocked car, and the key was under the seat." She struggled against the ropes. "Why are you just standing there? Get me out of here and untie me."
John lifted Rose out of the trunk and put her on her knees beside the car. He retrieved the handcuff key, removed the leg irons, and helped her stand up. She asked, "Are you going to call the cops? I'd be really, really grateful if you didn't."
"I figured that. And I think it would be a waste if you were in prison." John backed Rose up to a support post and locked the leg irons back on, with the chain behind the post. He headed for the door.
Rose shouted, "Hey! How long are you going to leave me here like this?"
"Only until I fix up a place for you in the basement. By the way, do you really like to be tied up?"
"No, I just saw the pictures on your computer and decided that pretending I did would make you value me more. I'm not a submissive, either."
"Oh… Well, then you probably won't enjoy our time together. But I'll enjoy it, a lot."
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The Hungarian Bride · Part 2 (2/2)
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