Message-ID: <12279eli$9806172359@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12279.txt> From: "Terry Jones" <wld_rascal@hotmail.com> Subject: NEW STORY: A Tale for the Retelling 3/3 (M/F, NC?, BDSM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980618015333.23971.qmail@hotmail.com> This is a story from my imagination. If you do not like explicit sex, elements of BDSM, or possibly non-consensual sexual themes do not read this. If you are under the legal age to read erotic material in your area do not read this. Understand this is my story and has my copy write so do not ask if you can archive it on a pay site, or rewrite it putting your name on it or change it in any way. I am posting on this free site so those that enjoy these type of stories can write me and let me know. All complements will be enjoyed and acknowledged, most criticism appreciated, all flames returned in kind. Terry Wld_Rascal@hotmail.com -------------------------- He kept it up until I hung limply by my arms, he loosened the rope holding me u and let me slide to the floor. He moved over to me kneeled down and began rubbing my very swollen clit. He asked if I wanted anything. I said I wanted him to make love to me, he said not good enough. I said I wanted to have sex with him, he kept up the assault on my clit and said not phrased well enough what did I really want. I couldn't believe he wanted me to further debase myself, I said I wanted him to fuck me, fuck me hard. That he laughed said that he understood. He took a few minutes to get his pants off, move my arms over my head and positioned his cock at the entrance to my vagina. He pushed his swollen cock head in just enough so I would feel it and he paused. Asking again what did I want. I told him I wanted to feel his fuck muscle deep in my cunt. I wanted to feel it thrust in and out until he shot his cum deep within me. I was so in heat that I would have said just about anything he wanted me to. With these words he rammed his cock deep inside me until I thought I felt it hit my cervix. So impaled we began the rhythmic dance bringing us both closer to orgasm. I could feel with his every inward thrusts my clit massaged between our pubic bones until the orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. I arched my back, my vaginal muscles contracting on his cock until it was too much for him and I felt his body tense and climax as the warm cum spurt from his dick. He laid there on me until his cock became soft, kissing me, kissing my breasts, stomach and pussy. Then he rose up and gave me a deep sensual kiss on the mouth almost inhaling my tongue. When he was done it took me a couple of minutes to catch my breath as I remembered to say thank you." The lieutenant moved uncomfortably in her chair and softly said "You know it is still rape. Did he have sex with you from then on when ever he wanted?" "No what he did after that was more confusing than just sex I could feel myself getting caught up in all the feelings he had brought out in me. The lows of the humiliation and the exhilaration of the fucking." "Í think the guy is a pervert, a fucking pervert!" "Jeff comments like that are not helpful for Sara, OK. Um, see if you can send a car for Sara's parent's, and get some coffee and oh bring in the perp book, the one from vice." "Ok you want me to leave huh?" "Well, yes but I do want you to check on her parent's too." "Ok, I can take a hint." I just sat quietly subdued as the two completed their exchange, the detective got up and left the room leaving me with the woman lieutenant. "He's a good guy, he tends to side with the victim and sees everything as black and white. He just does not have much tolerance for any perceived kink." "I would want him on my side", I reassured the Lieutenant. "Do you want to continue?" "Yes if you were serious about sending someone for my parents I do want to finish this now." She just nodded as I started in again. "I was trying to understand what had happened, how could I respond to pain and pleasure. Why did the beating arouse me so, I was so confused, this is not the way it was supposed to be. He turned to me and asked how I felt I had only one answer "mixed-up". I then asked him if I could just lay where I was, he had more than enough chains to bind me so I could not get away. I was mad, mad at myself for being so weak. I though if I made him angry at me he would beat me in anger and I would feel punished for what I had just done. He said no, he knew I would be sore and he wanted to move me where I would be a bit more comfortable. I snapped why was he so concerned now when he had made me sore, when he had whipped me. He said yes he had, he had wanted me to feel, to respond to new perceptions, new sensations. I smartly retorted is this how he treated all the girls he kidnapped, bound, blindfolded, humiliated and whipped. I got no response from him so I pushed again by asking how many other girls had he subjected to this treatment? How many times had he done this before? He chuckled telling me I was his first. I asked the obvious question then, why me, why was I singled out. He didn't say anything for a minute, he took a deep breath and told me I was special. I was totally overwhelmed but I persevered in this line of questioning, what made me special? "He just continued to lay next to me slowly stroking his hand along the sides of my body. This became so infuriating to me I shrugged my shoulders trying to throw his hand off at the same time trying to move away from him, finally just rolling over so my back was to him. If I could not walk away at least I wanted him to know I was done trying to talk to him. "He then asked if I was mad. I said yes, I was furious and I didn't want to talk to him any more he could do with me what he wanted but I was tired of all the mind games. I was scared, hungry, humiliated, sore and dirty and I had had enough. He said "ok" as I heard him stand and put his pants back on then he moved closer to me and helped me to stand. Once on my feet he just pulled me forward by the rope attached to my cuffed hands as we walked back to what I thought might be the pit. Instead he lead me to a room and told me to stand as heard I him start some water running so I guessed the bathing place. I had come to associate places with activities since I have no other frame of reference. "The water continued to run for a quite bit longer than before but none touched my body so I thought great he was going to torment me while he cleaned up. If there were some place I could have seen to go, if the floor would have just cracked open and swallowed me up I would have felt better. I felt his hands on me as he turned me so my back was to him and he took off the blindfold telling me to keep my eyes closed. Getting the collar off and the rest of the straps unburdened my soul for just a second and I briefly thought I should whirl around and look at him, but my hands were still bound and I didn't think I could stand to be punished any more. He replaced the thick leather blindfold with a silk one that he tied securely behind my head. It was as effective but nowhere near as heavy. He loosened the braid and let my hair just fall loosely around my shoulders. Then he bent down and seemed to rearrange the chain attached to the manacle around my ankle telling me to walk five steps straight ahead and stop. Hoping there was maybe a cliff I would walk off of,I did without reservation and stopped. He picked up my right leg telling me to shift my weight as I was going to take a step up as he placed my foot into a warm tub. I squealed with delight as he helped me in the rest of the way and but to my dismay he got in and stood next to me. He untied the rope to the cuffs and turning me again so my back was to him eased me down into the warm water. It must have been a huge tub, as he eased in behind me easily, a leg on either side of me, and I was not at all cramped for space. "He then began washing me using some kind of sponge, soaping and rinsing. It would have been enjoyable if not for his presence so close to me, I tried to remain rigid not moving letting him do all the work and definitely not moving any closer to him. He must have sensed my plan as I began to scoot forward as well as he put his strong arm in front of me, across my shoulder and pulled me back toward him, telling me to relax. I was to tired to fight him as I leaned back against him and he began washing my breasts with the sponge. He was in no hurry as he took gentle strokes with the sponge actually squeezing the warm water over them soothing them. "I told him he hurt me and all he answered was he knew he had. I knew it was fruitless to ask why I couldn't take anymore double talk so I just laid against him as he gently continued. He put the sponge down and began to massage my shoulders and arms relieving some of the hurt caused by hanging from them, allowing the muscles to feel the warmth of the water and his gentle caress. It was mesmerizing it was so extraordinary for him to be caring for me this way. He then leaned over me and brought the sponge between my legs gently grazing the sensitive tissues. He was so gentle I could hardly believe this was the same person. I just laid there against him allowing myself the pleasure of his touch and the warmth of the bath, for as long as he would keep it up I would let him. I laid further back in to him almost snuggling into him as he kept up the gentle massage to my slit. I soon became aware of one hand in my slit one cupping my breasts. He leaned down and whispered into my ear how exciting I was to him, how responsive. I was so lulled with the bath and the gentleness I almost began to purr for that second I was allowing all the weariness the terror to drain from my body and live just for the moment. My mind acknowledged if things were different I would love this, this was my fantasy, this is how I wanted to be treated. "I sat bolt up in the tub, screaming, NO, NO, NO! His fingers never left my slit as he rose up enough to grasp me again by my shoulders and lay me back against him telling me he was going to take care of me and to just relax, enjoy the tub. I wanted to resist I wanted to fight, but I let him continue to bathe and sooth me. I relaxed back and he began soft kisses up and down my neck sending shivers through me. It was the most sensual bath I had ever experienced. Soft idyllic strokes up and down my body, gentle massage to my clit all enveloped in a warm water cocoon, soft kisses to my neck and back, I felt myself responding again wanting more from him. I dared not speak for fear of ruining the mood I wanted this moment to last, I wanted to be taken care of, cared for, loved. "But it couldn't last the water was chilling and somehow he flipped the drain and the water began to receded. I hated the thought of what would come next, usually these periods of gentle civility were followed by bound loneliness or worse some sort of physical torment. He stood first and then helped me to stand wrapping me in a warm thick towel. With my hands still cuffed I could not help dry myself and he seemed intent on wrapping me up in the thing any way. I just stood and let it happen as he stepped out. He must have put on a robe or something when he moved back to me he took my shoulders and let me fall into him as he picked up my legs, cradling me much like a child as he carried me from the tub into the room, I felt it rub against my cheek. "I turned to him and remembering my pervious lesson thanked him for the bath and gave him a small kiss landing somewhere near his neck. He stopped what he was doing and took my face in his hands and gave me a long sultry kiss, his tongue darting in and around my mouth never actually touching any surface. He broke the embrace only to finish drying me as I was trembling from the cold or the kiss I was unsure. I told him if he released my hands I could put my arms around him, a proper hug, not really telling him I longed to have him in my embrace. He stood quietly for a moment, probably thinking how quick he could subdue me if he had to, when I felt the chain from between the cuffs let go. Without a moments hesitation I reached up and embraced him moving my arms under his to draw his chest close, laying my head over his heart, taking in his man scent, relishing the closeness of another human. One of the things I cherish most is tactile communication with another human being, a touch, a hug even a handshake one of the many things denied me bound, blindfolded and alone in my cell. I think even he was surprised by the tenacity of my hug. He held me close in his strong arms but finally asked if I was still hungry. If I let go he would feed me. Not wanting to, but knowing I had to, I released him. He stepped back and moved around behind me to brush out my hair, letting it hang down my back rather than re-braid it. He then took my hand and like lovers out for a stroll he lead me into another room. By the delicious smells I guessed I was back in the eating room. He helped me to sit and pressing a glass into my hand told me to drink it slowly. I could not tell if he had left the room but he had not restrained me in any manner, except for the blindfold. I could have easily ripped it off and made a run for it, but for the disquieting voice in my head that told me he was near and running was unnecessary. I just sat quietly and drank the water he had placed in my hands, listening for any sound to confirm his presence. "I must have been lost in my own thoughts or relishing the coolness of the water as it ran down my raw throat for I felt rather than heard his presence. He gave me a quick kiss and then released the tie holding the blindfold on. As it fell from my face I kept my eyes closed a bit afraid to open them for fear of what what I might see. I then heard him rattling a chain and I opened my eyes expecting to have a hand cuffed or at least my ankle. Instead all I saw was a plate full of food, this time a shrimp and pasta dish. With a side long glance I spied a fork, grabbed it and without hesitation I started eating. It was as good as it looked, this guy could cook, more likely buy well. I knew he was just watching me, sometimes sipping at his drink but never taking his eyes off me. I could not bring myself to look up at him, I knew he would be too intimating and just his stare was making me very uncomfortable. "He broke the silence. He asked if I liked the food, which I assured him I did. I knew if I started trying to make small talk like ask him if he cooked it or what was in it I would just end up babbling and I wanted to keep the little bit of composure I had. I also wanted this moment to last. The whole stay had been so confusing. The emotions he brought out in me the sensations he made me feel from the depths of humiliation to the heights of warmth and caring to pure lust for his sex to the raw sensation of pleasure/pain. This period of relative normalcy I wanted to last. "He then told me again I was beautiful, that I was a sensitive, responsive woman that needed love and attention and he had just scratched the surface of what I was capable of feeling. He said he could tell by how I responded, I wanted to feel more deeply, I wanted intense sensation. He continued to tell me I was not a weak person but very strong, very dignified and worthy of all the love and caring anyone could give me. That as a very sexual, sensual woman I was more than capable of great depths of passion, I should trust my instincts, listen to my soul and give into the desires of my body. All the things he was saying were making me squirm in my seat, for I felt that as uncomfortable as it was to hear them, they rang true. Lost in my own thoughts, I knew I had just gone through the motions of relationships always looking for something more, always knowing my boy friends were never quite right for me. They were lacking some essential quality. Intensity. Passion. I really felt very little when I broke up with a guy. I always seemed to break up over the fact I was board, although I always told them it was anything else. "He then broke through my thoughts with the command to look at him. I slowly raised my head and again saw that he had hidden his identity this time with a latex hood. He then said he had been changed by this encounter. I had effected him having stolen his heart. He asked who did I see, I said my captor, my tormentor. He said who else I said I didn't know, he said yes I did. Who was he? I put my head down and quietly said my lover. "Louder", he said. "My lover I screamed. "He then told me how proud of me he was, how very delighted he was as he moved around to kiss me again fingering the gold chain around my neck. He then told me I was his and this chain while unbroken signified our relationship. Then he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. "I sat for I am not sure how long waiting for his return, waiting for what? Finally I decided to get up and move about. My muscles were still sore from the whipping and were beginning to cramp some. Once I began moving around the room I tried the door knob and it was unlocked. I opened it and looked out in the hall way. It was very dark and only light was from behind me and from underneath another door about 10 steps from where I was. Since I had opened the door I knew he would be angry so thinking in for penny, in for a pound I went to the next door, tried the door knob and opened it. That was the room where I found these jeans, T-shirt, shoes and a note. "I will come for you again." was all it said. Wrapped in the note was a small key that unlocked the manacles around my wrists and ankle. Shaking I got dressed as quickly as possible, tried the door I had entered by, it must have locked behind me, tried the other and it was open. I bolted out before he could change his mind. I was so surprised to find I was not far from where I worked and I called you all from the first pay phone I found. "Sara, what do you want us to do now? Catch the guy? Will you press charges if we do?" "I think so, yes I will." There was a commotion in the outer room as the detective knocked on the door and then stuck his head inside. "Sara your parents are here and your boyfriend is talking to one of the officers downstairs. Lieutenant, are you both finished?" "Yes Jeff I think we are, Thanks." Turning to me she asked, "Sara are you ready to re-enter your world?" I nodded as I wiped away the tears, standing trying to mentally prepare myself for the onslaught of many more questions than I could answer. The lieutenant knew what I needed as she put her arm protectively around my shoulders, gave a slight squeeze as we walked out in to the main room together, whispering "You can do this, you are a strong woman." EPIPLOGUE There in the police station was my family. Showering me with concern disguised as crying and anger, peppered with the uneasy silences, afraid of what to say to me about what had happened. They had many questions in fact they still do, I just didn't know how to answer them when I had so few answers myself. When I got home I suddenly felt so crushed by humanity I had to be alone so I escaped upstairs to the bathroom, stripped off all my clothes and looked at my body in the mirror. It had not been a dream. There on my body were the marks of a whip across my breasts, the red streaks still evident where the whip had thrashed my bald pussy and ass. The chain around my neck caught my eye and it actually looked elegant next to my skin. I stood there tying to imagine what I had looked like in the harness, blindfolded. How did he see me? The days when together as a blur, I even returned to work after a few days rest. After another week the lieutenant called saying the police had found the place where, they thought, I had been held. It was an storage facility used by a small company for appraising and re-finishing fine furniture. Seems some of the furniture had been moved into some of the other storage areas, especially one Queen Anne table and chairs and one large antique French bath tub. They also found a pulley and a chain bolted into the floor near a storm drain. The owners had returned after giving the workers their annual two weeks vacation to find some animal had gotten in and used the floor, the furniture moved, and boxes of gourmet take out food about. The police had followed up on the leads and all the men working for the company were either too old or had good alibi's. The fast food boxes were a dead end in that they were pick ups and not deliveries, the menu items common requests and since it was a popular and busy place no one remembered anything unique about who may have picked them up. Of course there were no fingerprints except mine. My boy friend had also been cleared and I laughed and said he was not longer my boy friend. Basically they were no closer to finding my captor then the day I escaped. The lieutenant then wanted to know if he had gotten in touch with me, I said no. She assured me they were still working on it as we hung up. So here I sit fingering the chain around my neck, waiting for him to come back, dreading, anticipating, hoping he will come back. I still have a lot of questions. <The End> > > > > -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>