The Ransom Payment 1_ Kidnapped · Part 2

The Ransom Payment 1_ Kidnapped · Part 2 (2/2)
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have warmed me as I didn’t notice the cold for the pain.

“So now where in the fuck am I?” I thought once we stopped and the engine quit after what felt to be hours of bouncing on the hard metal floor.

I heard the lock pop and the lid click open.

“Still awake back here? Are you OK?” Shit-wad asked as if he really gave a shit. If he did, I would be at home sleeping with or fucking my husband. Not bound uncomfortably with cramping bowels and what feels like a watermelon shoved in my pussy. I felt myself lifted out of the box, again by the harness and now, the huge invaders being pushed evermore painfully inside of me. The tension on the crotch straps did push the vibrators tighter against the spots they were targeting, though, not enough to ease my other discomforts.

He set me down on the gate again and I felt the truck damn near jump up when he hopped down. He lifted me again by the leather straps around my body. “Now what? and Fuck that hurts!” was the only two thoughts which crossed my mind. At this point I had forgot all about what had gotten me into this situation… Tyler’s well-being.

The brute had walked only several feet before I felt myself lowered again. No door, no porch, no inside warmth. Now it seemed to be a wooden box. Not as cold as the steel one on the truck but not exactly warm neither. It did feel much smaller though as each shoulder bumped against the sides as he lowered me in.

“You sleep out here and think about what is happening to you. Don’t worry. Your hubby is nice and comfy inside on his own bed. Not bound quite as tightly as you are but quite immobile none-the-less. If you can get sleep, I advise you to. If not, the vibrators might begin to work on you, though, I doubt enough to get you over the hump. Have a pleasant night.” He said then closed the lid. I had a suspicion that this box might be below ground due to its relative warmth, the sand falling on me when he closed the lid, and, the muffled sound the lid made when it closed. I heard two bolts close and two locks click, then, nothing at all.

“How long Ty?” The man who just placed Tyler’s wife in a box in the ground asked. A man Tyler knows to be Martin Lewis, but, calls Bear. Not only due to his size, but, his demeanor. However, that demeanor being that of a teddy bear, not a grizzly.

“That I’m going to leave Dana out there?” Tyler asking if that was what the big man wanted to know.

“Yeah.”

“Late morning or early afternoon tomorrow.” Tyler responded.

“Are you sure? That’s a long time for her to be so tightly tied Ty. Are you sure her circulation or breathing won’t be cut off.” Bear asked.

“She’s tough. A lot tougher than she looks buddy. Besides, that’s what this is for.” Tyler said pointing at the video monitor that showed a picture of his wife and a read-out of breaths per minute from the pressure sensitive pad she was laying on.

“Yeah, but what if?!?” Bear said sounding very concerned. “I mean, I really hated treating her the way I did. If it was anybody but you who asked me to do this, I would have told them to go fuck themselves.”

“The only thing you did to her was inflate the dildo’s. She did everything else.” Tyler pointed out.

“Under the belief that you and her would be killed if she didn’t.” Bear responded, more bitterly than he intended.

“Look bro. Did you notice the little tattoo she has just above her left shoulder blade?” Tyler ask his friend.

“No. It was too dark and I really didn’t go checking your bound wife out.”

Tyler pulled his phone off his belt and thumbed it until he found what he was looking for. He handed his phone to the big man.

“I took that once while she was asleep. I asked her about it and she said it was just a design she liked and got it when she was young and dumb. Her words, not mine.” Tyler explained as the Bear looked at the picture on the phone.

“It’s a cool design. I could see how she might’ve liked it.” Bear said handing the phone back to Tyler.

“So you don’t know what it signifies then?” Tyler asked.

“No clue.” Bear replied.

“It signifies a BDSM submissive. I looked it up on the net. It means she is or has been into this stuff. She just hasn’t told me about it yet, or, may never would have. I don’t know. But, I also looked through her diary… I know… I know, I’m an ass for doing so. But I had to find some things out. I didn’t just think of this scenario out of blue sky, she wrote about a fantasy; somewhat, though not exactly, close to what we are doing to her now. This is one of her fantasies bro.” Tyler explained to his friend.

“Or, maybe, was one of her fantasies Ty. Have you thought about that?” Bear said, trying to point out something maybe not-so-obvious to his best friend.

“I know. I’m rolling the dice here Bear. This is a bit far, and, honestly pretty damn cruel. I’m all-in on whether she’ll love me or hate me for it. If she dumps me for it, she’ll walk away with half of my worth even though we haven’t been married long enough for her to be legally entitled to it. That’s the gamble I’m willing to take. I just put roughly three-hundred-seventy-five mill or so down on ‘red’ and the Croupier has spun the wheel and thrown the ball.” Tyler said somewhat emotionally.

“All bets aren’t closed yet Ty. There’s still time to make her think ‘we’ got paid and released you both. Oh, yeah, speaking of that I didn’t want to leave this in the Lexus.” Bear pointed out, then, tossed Tyler the five-thousand his wife had brought.

“You keep it. You’ve earned it bro.” Tyler said, tossing the rubber-banded stack of hundreds back to Bear.

“Right now this stack could get me life in the pen.”

“That ain’t going to happen and you know it. You haven’t kidnapped anybody, technically, and there has been no sexual assault; again, technically, and there is no way I would ever let you fall for this bro. You know that. Or at least I hope you do.” Tyler assured Bear.

“Of course I do. Just jittery from all of this I guess. I know it’s your gamble and your marriage on the line. I care for you and just a bit nervous on whether you thought out all the angles. I really do hope this goes great for you if you want Dana to be your bondage-babe. Believe me… she looks great in it though that’s not really my thing.” Bear said.

“Can you sleep Bear? If so, I’ll take first watch and let you get four or so. If not, you can watch her until you can sleep. Up to you brother.” Tyler inquired.

“I’ll take first. Heart’s still pumping a little too hard to sleep. I mean, I feel like I’ve done this shit for real… and… my adrenaline level is still maxed out.” Bear explained “I understand. Don’t stress brother. You’re doing nothing but helping a friend explore his marriage a little. It’s cool and you have not hurt her or responsible if she does get hurt. This is on me. Believe me… I am emotionally drained and that is the only reason I could get any sleep right now. This is taking its toll on me too bro. Wake me if anything goes wrong.” Tyler said then assured himself the respiration and CO2 monitor’s alarms would sound if either fell outside of the norms.

“Oh fuck… will I ever! Goodnight Ty.” Bear assured Tyler.

“Four hours… no more bro.” Tyler said, nodding at the clock.

“You got it.” Bear replied, noting the time.

“Fuck I wish my gut would finally realize it’s not shitting anything out. These cramps are about to drive me completely fucking mad! If I could just get my bowels to calm down these vibes and this bondage just might take me back to the past and be a bit enjoyable. I thought those days were behind, but now, damn.”

“How the fuck could I ever explain that to Tyler?!” “Hey honey, I hate that you were kidnapped and held for ransom and I was taken and (possibly) raped by some guy the size of a gorilla, but being tied up was so exciting. Can we start playing with bondage?” “Yeah, that would go over great I’m sure. I’d be having to find a good divorce attorney the next damned day.”

I hoped whatever this guy has planned for me didn’t require me to be well rested. The pain in my ass and the continuous cramping wasn’t about to allow me any sleep.

I could feel the butterfly tickle my clit every now-and-then between my cramping spells but the contractions in my rectum cancelled out any satisfaction it gave me.

I lay there trying to ignore my aching and spasmodic bowels for what seemed like days. I knew it had not been and only hours had passed, but, just how many? Better yet, how many more was going to have to pass while in such agony?

I struggled against my restraints for a bit and resolved myself to the fact that I was not getting free. I had known it before I struggled. I had been the one to bind myself and I knew as I did I would not be able to get free, but, the struggling seemed somewhat fun and almost had me become a little aroused. Up until another fucking spasm of course.

As I laid there and tried, and failed quite miserably, to ignore the pain I was in, I thought I heard something above me. I became sure when I heard the bolt unlatched above my head. Another click of what I thought to be the other lock and, sure enough, the second bolt released and I heard the lid lift. Oh shit… what now?

I felt a warm hand rub the cool skin of my thigh and realized the bastard was getting the inflation bulb to the dildo in my ass. I cried through my aching jaw and into the zipped-shut mouth of my mask. I’d rather he just kill me now than inflate that fucker anymore.

Much to my surprise the pressure in my ass began to slowly be relieved. He actually allowed it to fully contract. Next he found the bulb to my pussy. He didn’t relieve all the pressure from it, but, my pussy hadn’t the one complaining to high heaven.

I felt the dildo’s vibrators turn up a little but then I heard the lid close, bolted, and locked again. I could feel the vibrators working more inside me now, but, he left the most important one at what I believed to be too low of a setting to allow me some satisfaction.

I tried furiously to grind the small vibrator over my clit hard against the bottom of the box. However, the groin straps of the body harness and the thick rubber of the panties prevented me from gaining anymore sensation. All I ended up accomplishing was making my nipples sore by pulling the clamps against the chain trapped underneath me and the studs around my nipples bite deeper.

The more time that went by the more I felt myself become aroused to the point of near climax. The buzzing in my ass was a welcome relief to the cramps and I could feel my juices begin to make the latex covering my pussy become slick. The wide wings of the butterfly prevented any stimulation over the slow buzz it gave off however. Now the pain of the cramps had turned into pain of unfulfillable lust.

I must have dozed off as I was startled as I heard the lid open but had not heard the locks opened. I gasped loudly at the surprise of the door opening, pulling me back into the reality of the predicament I was in and wondered what was going to happen now.

Once again, a strong hand wrapped tightly around the harness in the small of my back and lifted me. I cried out as the straps dug into my body. Again, he put me over his shoulder, my arms and legs being pulled upon ever more tightly as my stomach bore my full weight on his shoulder.

I figured it was somewhere around noon or later as the air was actually a little warm against my bare skin. I felt him ascend a few steps to what I thought must be a porch as his heavy footfalls seemed to fall upon wood. I was fully awake and had my senses tuned onto the slightest sound and movement. I did not hear him open a door but I heard it close behind us. I was carried several steps after entering wherever and whatever we were in.

I was laid on what felt to be just a plain mattress, but, it was the softest thing I had been on since the night-before-last and it felt comfortable.

“Ok bitch. You will do what I say, when I say, and only what I tell you to. Do you understand me? One slow nod for yes, two quick shakes for no.” My husband and my kidnapper demanded.

I couldn’t help myself and I shook my head twice quickly. Two hard slaps to my rubber covered left ass cheek was his reply.

“Hold on… let me give you a little persuasion Mrs. Carlsson.” He said.

A few moments later I heard Tyler’s voice. “God honey… do whatever this guy says! He will kill us… I have no doubt of it! Please, for me I…” a slap which sounded hard.

“Enough asshole! I only needed you to prove you were here and I mean business.” The huge man said, Tyler remaining silent afterwards.

“Again… do you understand me Dana? He demanded again.

This time I gave him one slow nod.

“Good. I’m going to change your restraints around. Do you need to use the toilet before I restrain you again?”

Again, one slow nod.

“Ok. Hold on.”

I heard keys jingle and he removed the lock holding my arms to my ankles. I was finally able to straighten my legs, however, they were stiff and my muscles and knees complained as I did. He worked the arm binder loose and slid it down my arms, holding my wrists in one large hand when it was free of my hands. I heard the unmistakable clanking of handcuffs then felt them as he closed them snuggly around each wrist.

He continued to remove the rest of the leather straps secured upon my body, restoring a little more of my movement as each were removed. Once he removed the leather cuffs from my ankles they were replaced with steel ankle cuffs.

“I will guide you to the bathroom. Once in there, I will re-cuff your hands in front of you. You will remove the panties and bra and allow them to rest upon the cuffs. You will place the dildo’s in the sink and the clit vibrator on the vanity. The nipple clamps will be put back on before you ask me to allow you out. Do you understand these instructions?” He instructed then asked.

One slow nod was all I offered.

“Good.”

He led me using the chain between the nipple clamps, tugging on the corresponding nipple of the direction I was to turn to and both when I was to go straight. Each tug made the studs pressing against my nipples dig in and my nipples burn. I began to sob from the pain and the thought of the indignity that this man will see my naked body in bright light and without the use of closed-circuit camera once I exit the bathroom.

He spun me around by the chain, then I felt it drop against my chest. He removed one cuff and turned me around with his rough hand against the soft skin of my left shoulder. He ratcheted the cuff around my wrist again. He removed the padlocks locking the leather harness about my body and unbuckled the straps where he knew I would not be able to reach with cuffed wrists. The door closed and I heard a bolt secure it from the outside.

My nipples screamed bloody murder as I loosened the thumb screws and extracted my nubs from their encompassment. Ever so gingerly I massaged the blood flow back into them.

I finished removing the leather harness then pulled the vibe on my clit free of the rubber holding it in place, found the vanity and set it on it. I put my thumbs as wide apart in the waist of the panties as the cuffs would allow and began to slide them down, working my thumbs around the top and having to wiggle my ass free. I could smell my juices as the latex loosened from my vulva and slipped down my legs. If I had cum last night, I sure don’t remember it.

I released the air that engorged the dildo in my pussy; the vibrators batteries having died sometime through the night. I removed the phallus from my vaginal canal and felt blindly for the sink to put it in. I waited to remove the one from my rectum until I was sitting on the toilet in case it was not the only thing to come out. I felt around for the toilet, found it and ensured the seat was down before turning to sit. I allowed the dildo, which had caused me such discomfort throughout the night, to slip free. I found the toilet paper roll and wrapped it.

I relieved my body of its functions, cleaned myself, then cleaned the butt plug using hot water and soap I had found next to the sink.

Working myself free of the latex bra using cuffed hands was much more difficult than the panties had been. Lifting my arms over my head and pulling the rear of the bra up over my shoulder blades had seemed to be a losing battle at first but I finally freed it. It caught several times on the hood I still wore, but again, I ended up winning the battle.

I dreaded having to put the nastily painful clamps back on my still aching nipples but he had specified that I would, quite succinctly. I put them on so if he decided to guide me around by the chain, they would not come off. The tears welling in my covered eyes paying testament to how tight I fastened them. I knocked on the door.

The door opened after being unlocked.

“Oh Dana, that is a sweet smell you filled the bathroom with. I can only hope you taste as good as you smell.” The man said, grabbing the chain between my nipples, making me glad I had made sure they would not come loose and piss him off.

He guided me by the chain, using the same method of signaling guidance as before. Once back at the bed he turned me around and sat me down.

“Ok… we can remove these for now.” He said and put his fingers on the clamp on my right nipple.

I screamed loudly as he turned the screws.

“Oh yeah… righty-tighty-lefty-loosey.” He said laughing after tightening the clamp hard on my already sore right nipple. “You remove them.”

I did giving only small whimpers as the studded bars released their grip. I held them out for him to take once they were free, which he did. I heard them set down on what sounded to be a wooden dresser or nightstand nearby.

“Lie face down on the bed Dana. Arms above your head.” He said gruffly.

I did as I was told.

“I would love to have you on your back so I could admire those lovely tits of yours and torment your nipples some more. But, you need to get some proper sleep now and I do not want you to drown on your own saliva. I’ll just have to admire your awesome ass for now.” My humiliation growing ever stronger as he spoke of my naked body.

The cuffs around my wrists were removed and the latex bra removed from around my wrists. He placed a leather cuff around my right wrist. I knew the feel. These were Humane Restraint hospital restraints. Any hope I had of slipping loose while he wasn’t looking was dashed immediately as he locked it around my wrist and repeated the motion on my left wrist. The steel cuffs were removed from my ankles and replaced with more hospital restraints. Lastly he buckled my waist with more professional restraints, placing me in what they call a five-point restraint position.

I had no idea it was going to happen until the first blow from the flogger landed upon my bare ass. I tried to roll away but the restraints worked as designed and held my ass vulnerable. The whip land quick and accurate, finding its mark on one cheek then the other. By the time the whipping had stopped, my ass was ablaze. I knew the sting would last for a while and the redness even longer; thanks to experiences from my previous life.

The door closed and bolted and I become lost in a world of not-so-sweet dreams…

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