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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

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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>
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