Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Hazard Title: The Cellar Keywords: Kidnap, Rape, Big Tits, Rough Sex, Mf Part: 1 Summary: Jason locks his new victim up in his cellar, ready to use at his leisure. *[The Cellar - Part 1]* 21st December 2004 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\ \ |o-------o| \ [-/\|-Hazard->|\/-] \ |o-------o| \ \/\/\/\/\/\/\/ =========================================================================== ============ There are going to be a few parts to this one, so keep 'em peeled. This one is about a guy that kidnaps a girl and keeps her locked up in a specially furnished cellar for his own sexual pleasure. He goes to great lengths to prevent her from finding out who he is so that he can release her. So no snuff or torture or anything in this. It's just a guy and his temporary sex toy! As always, adults only. This is fantasy and not fact. Also helps if you're into big tits! =========================================================================== ============ Jason pulled up to the house, the headlights of his van illuminating the porch in the dim dusk light. His heart was thumping hard in his chest and he could hear the blood coursing through his ear drums. He was partly afraid, but mostly he was totally exhilarated. He slipped the balaclava back onto his head, straightening up the eye holes then switched off the lights and stepped out of the van, closing the door. He walked round to the back of the van and listened. He could hear nothing. Steadying himself he put one hand on the handle, and got ready to open the door. Tugging on it, he jumped back, ready to move quickly if he needed to. Half expecting to be greeted by the girl flying out of the van making a mad dash to escape, he was relieved to find her still bound and blindfolded with the duct tape he had used earlier. "Please, please. Don't hurt me." the girl mumbled. She lay on her side, her hands taped firmly behind her back, her ankles taped together and her eyes and mouth taped over. She had worked the mouth tape loose and was able to utter a few unclear words. "Please!" she sobbed, quietly. As before, Jason said nothing. He would be able to communicate with her in due course, but for now, not a word. He grabbed her by her ankles that and pulled her to the edge of the van. She struggled at his touch, half squealing, expecting the worst, but instead found the duct tape at her ankles loosened and then removed. The girl froze as her feet were freed, not really understanding what was going on. Jason guided her to her feet outside the van, holding onto her forearms that were secured behind her back. He slammed the van doors closed then pushed her towards the house. Stumbling forwards in her blindness, she felt too vulnerable to even try to run. The girl found herself being guided forwards towards the house, pausing at the front door while it was opened. She heard Jason step inside, before pulling her in and closing the door behind them. Her movements were cautious and rigid, her whole body trembling with fear, her mind screaming at her to try and run, but her body unwilling - maybe because she knew she couldn't get far without being able to see. Forwards they moved, and another door was opened. She struggled for a moment, suddenly taken over by a rush of fear provoked adrenalin, but Jason kept hold of her. He made a growling noise, but said nothing. Her mind raced, envisaging some sort of monster that couldn't speak guiding her into a dungeon. She was shoved again but as she stepped out she felt nothing but thin air. She shrieked as she almost fell, but was held firmly by Jason. Eventually her foot made contact with a step going downwards. Tentatively she made her way down, her captor allowing her to move at her own pace. At the bottom they stopped, and another door was opened. This one creaked on big metal hinges as it opened. It added to the girl's image of a dungeon and once again she squirmed in Jason's grasp. This time he let her go, and she stepped blindly away, backing into a big empty space before pausing. Her senses were running wild. The room was cool, and smelt slightly damp. She could tell it was bright, as the light was creeping in through the cracks of her blindfold. She shuddered again as the big door creaked at it closed, slamming with a heavy metallic echo. Jason looked at the girl in the bright light of the cellar room. She stood, legs slightly bent, at 45 degrees from straight on to him, motionless apart from a constant slight shiver. He couldn't see her face clearly because of the duct tape, but he could tell her expression was a grimace of fear. He felt sorry for her, but he didn't feel guilty. How could he? Standing there in her tight t-shirt, her mini skirt and her knee high boots, she was a picture. Her huge round breasts strained against the t-shirt and her smooth naked thighs were visible under her skirt. Jason took a brief look around his cellar dungeon. She was a few feet away from the double bed he had moved there. A simple metal framed bed, bolted rigidly to the ground. He'd made sure that was impossible to disassemble without power tools. To the left of the bed he had a few items arranged neatly on the floor against the wall. There was a plastic drinking bottle, full with water, and a plastic bucket and some toilet paper. They were the necessities only. The rest of the 20 foot by 20 foot cellar was bare brick walls. He approached her, and she turned to face him. She shook uncontrollably as he gripped her shoulders and moved her backwards towards the bed. She fell backwards onto the soft mattress and instinctively pulled her knees up towards her chest protectively. "Please, please, don't hurt me" she mumbled again. Jason stood at the foot of the bed looking at her. He reached up, gripping her ankles and struggled to pull her down the bed. She kicked out, narrowly missing his face, which caused him to growl loudly. Freezing again, her body remained tense as Jason used the pair of handcuffs already attached to the foot of the bed to secure her ankle. She began to kick out again as he grabbed her other ankle, but soon her feet were secured to the base of the bed. She tried to clench her knees together, but her ankles were too far apart. Forced up to a sitting position, she felt her captor tugging at the duct tape binding her wrists. The moment they were freed her hands went straight for her blindfold but before should could get a decent grip they were torn away and she was forced onto her back, hands pinned above her head. Struggling, she couldn't stop her wrists being cuffed one by one to the headboard. She wailed and sobbed, moaning loudly as she realised she was now totally trapped. Trembling, she waited. Then she heard the clunk of a button and the hiss of a cassette player. "Listen very carefully to this recording. I am ransoming you to the appropriate parties for a sum of money." Jason stood at the end of the bed, looking at his catch as the playback of his recording began. The voice was heavily disguised with twisted voice effects to make it unrecognisable. He felt how hard his cock had become from the excitement, so he silently unzipped his pants, taking out his cock to stroke it slowly. The recording continued. "I have not spoken so far because I do not want you to hear my voice. You have been blindfolded because I do not want you to see my face. I wore a balaclava for the same reason. This recording is distorted also for the same reason. These facts should suggest to you that I do not intend to kill you. Although I appreciate this is a terrifying situation for you, you may find comfort in the fact that so long as you have no idea of my identity, I will be able to let you go. You have no idea where you are or who I am and so long as that is the case, you will be released whether I get the ransom money or not. I am not a murdered, but I am not to be messed with." The girl was breathing heavily, the magnitude of the situation now fully dawning on her. She was not convinced at all at this point that she would leave this dungeon alive. Meanwhile Jason stroked his cock slowly, looking at his sexy victim, watching her intently listening to the recording. "You will be unshackled and your blindfold removed. You will be locked in this room. You will be provided with food and water and sanitation. You must never hear my voice above a whisper, and you must ensure you never see my face. When I enter the room you will put on the blindfold provided. You may only remove this once I leave. These are the requirements of your release. If you understand, say `Yes' now. Then tell me your name and age." Jason stopped the tape and pulled the remnants of the gag off the girl's mouth. She nodded her head frantically. "Yes" she said, followed quickly by "Lauren, 16". Jason put the tape recorder down and turned back to the girl. Her skirt was almost up around her hips now, making the bottom of her panties visible. Her large breasts sat perky on her chest like two grapefruit sized jellies, confined by her bra and t-shirt. Jason wasn't going to mess about now. He knew he had this girl for as long as he wanted, to do with whatever he wanted, and right now he needed relief. He reached out for the crotch of the Lauren's panties, his fingers rubbing against her pussy lips as he grabbed the material. She shrieked in surprise and squirmed against her impossible bonds as he pulled and ripped them away. It suddenly became clear to her this wasn't just a ransom. Jason was easing a condom over his thick swollen cock - just another measure to ensure there was no DNA evidence as to his identity. Once it was down to the base of his tool, he climbed between her legs as she pulled and pushed and struggled against the cuffs. "No please" she whined, her face turning to one side, tears leaking out from under her blindfold. Jason ignored her words, leaning his weight down onto her and pressing his latex covered tool into her entrance. She felt like a vice, and he was grateful for the lubrication on the condom. She groaned loudly as Jason's thick long cock moved deeper and deeper into her tight virgin pussy. Her teeth clamped together, sucking in air as the pain took hold of her. Jason moaned quietly in pleasure. He paused to look at the young virgin beneath him, rigid on her bonds, grimacing at the pain. Her huge melons were possibly untouched by anyone but herself. Her tanned sexy thighs were meaty and unblemished. The thought itself was enough to make his cock throb with excitement, and he knew he wouldn't last long this time. With his crotched pressed firmly into hers, he felt his thick dick being crushed by this tight young pussy. Slowly manoeuvring his arms he gripped the side of both of her large soft breasts through her t-shirt and bra. He held tightly, squeezing into their soft forms with his thumb. Lauren merely moaned, sobbing, obviously unaware of the impact her curvaceous frame was having on Jason's level of arousal. Holding her tits he pulled his cock out slowly before forcing it back into the hilt. The sensation was electric and as her whole body throbbed with tension, he could feel her direct response to her pump. Her contracting cunt was bringing him to the edge, so he started up a quick torrid rhythm to finish off. Squeezing the sides of her massive jugs firmly and rapidly, he slammed his hips into her hard and fast. His pelvis smacked into her once, twice, three times, four times, five times - his cock being crushed inside the condom. Six, seven, eight and slam. He jammed into her on the ninth thrust and felt his cock explode. His hands clamping down on the sides of her soft breasts as he held his hips firmly against hers as his cock convulsed inside her. He released her tits and lay there fore a moment on top of her. Lauren was breathing heavily too, motionless in the aftermath. Slowly Jason pulled out as her tight pussy squeezed on his limp dick. He backed off, moving onto all fours and then slowly climbed off the bed. He sat back down on the edge and sighed, pulling off his condom and dropping it on the floor. "Mmmmmm" he moaned quietly. Lauren said nothing. Jason got to his feet and moved towards the door, opening it and slamming its heavy form behind him. But he hadn't left. He stood inside the room at the door, silently, watching his young victim lying still. And she remained still for a good minute or so before she began moving. First trying to sit up, but her bonds wouldn't allow it. Next she tugged at the cuffs at her hands, but ended up screaming with the discomfort as that tugged on her tender wrists. She pulled with her legs, trying to release her feet. The cuffs were around the ankles of her boots, but the boots and cuffs were far too tight to pull her legs free. Jason had moved closer, his limp dick having hardened again within the last 3 or 4 minutes. Her movement was making enough noise to mask his approach. He was feeling totally exhilarated and powerful now and his previous fears of being caught were totally gone. This was going to be his fuck whore, for as long as he saw fit, or until he could find a better replacement. Indeed, he could even have two at once maybe. He stood at the side of the bed looking down at her as she pulled on her bonds. Pondering the idea, his hard cock pointed towards her belly like a compass pointing to the north. "How big are your tits?" he whispered suddenly. Lauren shrieked and shuddered in the shock and tried to move away from the whisper as best she could. "How big are your tits Lauren? I like them". "36E" she replied in a croaky fearful voice. She felt Jason's hand begin to knead her left breast through the material of her t-shirt and she tensed up once more. It wasn't long before he was pulling up the shirt under her arm pits. He marvelled at the black lace bra that was encasing these monster tits. He pulled the base up over her tits to her neck and watched her heavy breasts bounce free. "16 squeezes for 16 years" Jason whispered, his right hand selecting the massive malleable flesh of her left breasts and squeezing. He groped, and massaged and firmly squashed her melon, 16 slow and meaningful times. Jason's cock was rock hard now as Lauren lay there taking the abuse, silent and motionless, her shivering having died down slightly. "Now, let's fuck these puppies" he whispered. He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his jeans, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor. "Please .... " Lauren whispered quietly, her sobbing beginning again. Jason moved onto the bed, straddling her chest, his knees up under her arm pits, some of his weight on her rib cage. Her breathing became more purposeful with this increased weight. He looked down at the mighty tits before him then tugged back down on the bra. The under wire was designed to fit her slim chest and the cups were designed to cope with her massive melons, so as he pulled the under wire over her tits, they were squashed together tightly. He quivered in sexual excitement at the mighty cleavage before him. Lauren remained motionless, her expression simply changing now and then as Jason manoeuvred himself. He spat a long stringy gob of phlegm down onto the top of her chest then used his fingers to work it down into the recesses of her cleavage. He could lose his whole flattened hand into the tight cleavage up to his wrist before his fingers poked out of the bottom. "Mmmmm .... Whore tits" he whispered quietly as he reached down for his cock. The power of his erection was trying to stick his cock to his belly, so he pushed it down at the base then moved his hips forward, sliding his cock between Lauren's huge jugs. Marvelling at the obscene view of this cuffed and blindfolded 16 year old with these massive breasts squeezed together, he began to slide his cock forwards and backwards. It wasn't long before he changed position. Sliding his legs back down the bed, he put his hands beside Lauren's head. Now on his front, but propping himself up on outstretched arms, he pushed his cock back between her cleavage. Leaning his hip weight down onto her large melons caused them to press more tightly around his cock as he squashed them. The feeling was superb as he started to pump his hips. Soon he was forcing his hips forwards with firm, forceful strokes. On each up thrust his hips squashing Lauren's heavy melons down onto her chest and upward under her chin. His thick dick remaining completely buried inside the bulky bags of tit flesh. Soon he was pumping furiously. His hips bashing into her soft breasts over and over as his cock stabbed through the chasm of her cleavage. Lauren was moaning from the discomfort and breathing erratically from the compression on her chest. After a few minutes his pounded worked her bra loose and her big round tits moved apart, destroying the tight cleavage he was fucking. Jason switched position knowing he was getting close to his second orgasm. Back to his original position, he straddled her chest on his knees and grabbed the sides of her tits, pulling them up to meet his cock at it pointed 45 degrees towards the ceiling. He closed them tightly around it and pulled his cock down so it was horizontal, parallel with her body. His fingers dug into the soft abused flesh of Lauren's giant jugs, bringing groans of pain and sob of discomfort to her lips. Ignoring this, Jason began to pump his hips ferociously, jacking her mammoth breasts up and down his cock in the process. Lauren groaned in discomfort in perfect time with Jason's fucking as he ravaged her tits. He crushed them in his grip, tightly and firmly, holding and pumping them like reins while galloping on a horse. Over and over he tugged on them and crushed them as a mighty orgasm approached. Groaning loudly he yanked them back hard onto his cock, causing Lauren to wail as cum exploded from his cock. The cum drained out into the depths of her mighty cleavage before spilling out onto her chest and neck. Jason slowed the tugging of her breasts as he came to a rest, their soft forms red and abused from his savage tit fucking. Lauren breathed heavily, groaning still, her blindfold almost off her eyes and tears leaking out. Jason was grateful for his balaclava as he caught sight of her eye looking at him from under the blindfold. She quickly closed it when she saw him and continued to sob. Carefully he climbed off her, his legs a little weak from the exercise. He pulled on his jeans and slid his feet back into his shoes. Lauren had turned her head away and had her eyes clamped shut. Jason leaned across and unlocked her wrist cuffs. Her hands instantly went to her chest to hold her red sore breasts. Moving to the base of the bed, Jason unsnapped her ankle cuffs and she pulled her legs up to her chest also, curling into a ball on her side. With the 4 cuffs in hand, Jason dropped a sleeping blindfold onto the bed for Lauren's use later then paused to look at his sexy fuck victim. "You can take the tape off your eyes now. Just remember the rules for next time" he whispered, his forceful whisper horse and aggressive sounding. Lauren said nothing and continued to weep as Jason moved to the door, opened it and left. It clunked shut heavily and bolts could be heard sliding into place. Lauren felt a slight sense of relieve, but she knew, sooner or later, he'd be back. To be continued ....