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THIS STORY IS FICTION…COMPLETE AND TOTAL FICTION.  IT DEALS VERY EXPLICTLY WITH
BONDAGE AND RAPE.  IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SUCH FANTASYS PLEASE MOVE ON TO
ANOTHER STORY.

BONDAGE CAPTURE. 
PART ONE

I am a bondage freak.  I want to tie women up in as complete and total as ways
as possible.  If she can make a sound I want gags that cram her mouth full.  If
she can move a finger I want to wrap them in tape.  If she can see, a blindfold
won't do.  I need a rubber hood with the smallest breathing holes that will
keep her alive.  I like big breasts and helplessness.  I also want the woman to
be scared, humiliated and resisting.  I don't like to whip, beat, draw blood or
any of the typical sadistic tendencies usually associated with BDSM.  The only
punishment is the bondage.  If a woman is almost able to escape, just add
another 50 yards of rope.  Take away all her senses with hand wraps, ear plugs
and blindfolds.  Another a squeeze or two on a pump gag can do wonders in
breaking a bound girls will to fight.  
I had dealt with this obsession for many years.  Subsisting on the occasional
TV show or detective magazine that showed women in bondage.  I always felt
wrong going into pornography stores, afraid someone would see me.  Besides,
almost all bondage porn is crap.  The bondage is usually poorly done and it is
almost always obvious that the model is just that, a model. Knowing she could
get out at any time.  Usually any bondage film I would get would immediately
drift into beating the woman on screen up until she was bloody, or she would
"come around" to enjoy her bondage, which for me was almost as bad as the
whippings.  If I tied a woman up against her will, what sort of moron would I
have to be to believe that she would be so overcome with passion that she wants
more?  It always was so false and overpriced that I felt regret every time I
gave the idiots that made the film money.
My father had been a wealthy man, so when he died I had enough money to live
not only comfortably, but also in the lap of luxury.  I don't do drugs or even
alcohol.  My vice that needed feeding was my need to tie a woman up against her
will.   To do what I wanted to do to her sexually while she was helpless.  I
bought a big old house in the open area east of Los Angeles.  It had been built
in the late '40's and had a huge bomb shelter below the even larger basement.
I spent a full 6 months making the shelter sound proof, clean and climate
controlled.  The only entrance I camouflaged with bookshelves and false walls.
The doors were already re-enforced steel, but I had special vault level locks
installed on them.  The room itself was completely covered, from floor to
ceiling, in thick muffling carpeting.  OF course every single kind of bondage
device that was available to purchase was already stocked in the massive
closets that lined the room.  I also had a rubber vulcanizer and shaper in a
side alcove, plus a tool room with leather and leatherworking tools in
abundance.  
The preparations were complete, now came the difficult part.  How do you
capture a woman?  Especially one, who would have a great body, but still not be
missed TOO much?  Fortunately I lived in Los Angeles.  The capital of perfectly
bodied women.  I wanted to get one with a minimum of fuss.  I have a panel van
that has, of course, been outfitted for my specific needs.  I bought it in a
government auction, as it had been seized in a drug bust.  Just looking in the
back it seemed to be a regular van for a plumber or electrician.  But the fine
dealers who had owned the vehicle before had been kind enough to give it a
false floor with more then enough room to put a slender young woman or even
two.   I had been cruising the streets for a couple of weeks.  Looking for
someone with a pattern.  I got lucky (Perseverance is it's own luck though)
There was a strip club right off a small college campus in Inglewood.  I had
been scouting the college, when I saw this tall, busty brunette walking out of
the club.  She obviously worked there, as evidenced by her enhanced body and
sleazy clothing.   I watched as she got into her late model Toyota sports car
(that she had parked at the far end of the parking lot...to avoid scratches)
and drove away.  I HAD to have her..she was perfect.  Big tits, haughty
attitude.  Long limber body.  I staked the place out for 2 weeks.  I got her
schedule down pat.  I never actually went into the club, but each day I
followed her a little bit further to her home (I traded out cars a number of
times, to not arouse suspicion)  
The car was her weakness.  I knew how to get her.  I picked a weekday night
that she worked and planted a small radio controlled explosive on her left rear
tire.  I then took my van up the road that she drove home. I was going to do
nothing if there was the slightest chance that somebody was near her.  Again I
was lucky.  When her car reached the intersection in a lightly wooded park area
I had staked out there was nobody there.  I hit the button and her tire
exploded.  She almost lost control of the vehicle and lurched to the side of
the road right behind my van....fucking perfect!  I waited a few seconds then
stumbled out of the van like a good Samaritan.  She was already looking at the
tire shaking her head.  She did not even notice me until I was almost upon her.
 
	"Hello" she said. "I seem to have a flat."

I did not say a word, I just jammed the stun gun I had in my hand right in her
stomach.  She let out a gurgled cry before flopping to the ground like in a
mild seizure.  I worked quickly.  I pulled her into the van and slammed the
panel door behind me.  I slapped some cuffs on her wrists and ankles and looped
them together behind her back in a fairly strict hog-tie.  She was already
recovering when I jammed a huge ball gag in her over lipsticked mouth,
tightening the roller buckle brutally.  I got out of the van went over to her
car and removed the remnants of the explosive device on her tire.  I started
the car and drove it further off the road into the bush.  I took the keys and
her purse and hurried back to the van, eager to get back to my victim.  She was
squirming in the back, straining against the metal bonds around her slender
wrists and ankles.  Spittle bubbled at the corners of her gagged mouth as she
tried to scream around the rubber jammed in there.  I started the van and
quickly left the scene of the crime.  She was mine!!!  My next destination was
a huge truck stop on I-5 so that I could pack her correctly for the hour drive
to her new home.  Keeping my speed in check as I could hear her muffled moans
of fear and struggling was one of the hardest things I have ever done.  Finally
I pulled into the giant parking lot and found a space between two large
vehicles.  Nobody from the outside could see in.  I could take my time now and
bind her right.  

I got a knife out and quickly cut away her skimpy clothing.  I was stunned.  I
could tell she had a tremendous body before, but I had no idea until those
cloths fell away.  Perfect tan skin, long legs, and a slender tight waist.  Of
course being a stripper, it was her tits that were her livelihood, and hers
were spectacular.  They were obviously enhanced by silicone, but that did not
matter to me.  She had a narrow ribcage with "D" cups.  No sag or wrinkles. My
hands were shaking as I realized what a treasure I had.  I had to get my work
done quickly now, because my lust was overcoming me.  Not wanting to fool
around, I got a calves skin leather full helmet out and quickly began lacing it
over her shaking head.  Her gagged cries of fear ass the thin leather was
pulled over her pleading eyes almost made me lose control again.  The helmet
was a strict discipline type.  It was very thin and pliable, actually
stretching around her face as I unmercifully laced it down the back of her
skull. Her muffled cries were being further stifled, not only by the ball
crammed in her mouth, but also by the leather being stretched over it.  I
finished lacing it up at the base of her neck.  Then I pulled tight, built in
leather belts that ran over her where her eyes, mouth and chin were.  I love
redundancies in my bondage and these belts were simply on this cruel Helmut to
make everything just a bit more demoralizing.  I could just imagine her
confusion and terror as her face was covered in layers of inescapable leather.
There were small stiffened holes at her nostrils and I made sure that her
breathing was clear.  She was panicking and beginning to hyperventilate, but
she could breathe fine.  I flipped her onto her stomach.  The weight of her
body pressing her perfect breasts onto the floor of the van.  Soft moans
continued to come from her bound head.  I pulled her elbows together and
wrapped a leather belt tightly around them, binding them together.  I then
released her cuffed wrists.  Her still bound legs kicked out helplessly I
straddled her as, so I could work on her arms first. I reached over and grabbed
a black leather single sleeve armbinder.  With her elbows still bound it was
relatively easy to lace her arms together in the inescapable leather.  The
single piece of tapered leather ran from her hands to just below the tops of
her arms.  It laced up the back just like the helmet did.  Like the helmet the
tighter you laced it the more the leather stretched.  Of course this also had
the effect of pulling her arms more and more together.  Needless to say I laced
it as tightly as my considerable skill would allow me.  By the time I reached
the top her arms were one smooth leather sheath.  Her hands were forced into
tight fists. Balled up because there was no slack left in the sleeve.  Her arms
were fused together to the elbow and no further then a couple of inches apart
all the way up to her shoulders.  There were straps that ran from the top of
the sleeve over her shoulder, then crossed between her tremendous breasts.  The
straps then ran under her armpits and attached again to the underside of the
leather sleeve by two buckles.  Another redundant part of the bondage that just
added to the bitches helplessness. Now to work on her legs.  I was still
straddling her perfect ass.  I simply turned around and grabbed her still bound
ankles by the short chain that still held them.  I released the last of her
original bonds.  I got off of her and flipped her back onto her back.  She
tried to kick out, but there was no chance.  I pulled her right ankle against
her right thigh and pulled a thick leather belt around her leg to keep them
together.  Before she could react I did the same to her left leg.  As usual I
tightened the belts as much as I could.  I sat her up on her bound legs.  It
was one of my favorite positions.  A woman with arms bound behind her and he
thighs strapped to ankles.  She was now sitting in the middle of the van. Legs
curled under her, her arms strapped and wrapped behind her back..  Her huge
tight breasts jutting out because her arms were pulled so far back.  She stared
sightlessly from her leather wrapped face.  Extremely muffled mews coming from
her packed and wrapped mouth.  Her arms strained and pulled at the leather
keeping them immobile.  She tried to stand or even move her legs.  She was
bound.
I pulled a wide belt around her narrow waist.  The belt locked in front and had
"O" rings all around it.  A second belt was attached to the first one at the
middle of the front of her stomach.  What my captive could not see was the two
vibrator dildos attached to this belt.  I pushed her onto her back and forced
her bound legs apart.  The Wide plastic invaders were lubed up and the first,
larger one was forced into her cunt.  The second the cold plastic touched her
clit her struggles got extreme.  She bucked and fought as I slowly pushed the
too large invader into her pussy.   Her bonds would not let her move enough to
avoid the pressure of the dildo.  She mewed and grunted in her leather prison.
My hands and body were shaking I was so excited, I had to stay on track. 
Finish the binding and get her home, then I could take my time with her.  One
more vicious push and I rammed the dildo to its hilt.  Not trusting myself I
roughly flipped her onto her stomach forced her bound legs apart again and
jammed the second, smaller, vibrator into her unwilling ass.  If she fought
before, she now became a desperate squirming fireball.  I showed no mercy,
however, and soon had her ass filled to the brim.  The end of the belt that
held the dildos in her looped onto the belt around her waist at the small of
her back, I then looped it through a "D" ring at the end of the single sleeve.
 I pulled it as tight as I could bringing her arms flat against he ass.  I had
one more cruel strap to add to make the bondage complete.  At the top of her
leather helmet was another "O" ring sewn into the material.  I ran a strap
through it, laced it down her arm and attached it to the "D" ring at the end of
her wrapped hands.  Of course this was the same point that bound her arms to
the strap that held the dildos inside her.  I gave myself a treat and
slooowwwlllly took up the slack in the strap.  Bringing her head back inch by
inch.  The poor girl was really panicking now.  The van was relatively cool,
but her perfect body was covered with a thin layer of sweat.  The muscles in
her shoulders strained against the captivity.  Her whole body shook with the
efforts she was putting out to get any slack in her confinement.  I pulled her
head back as far as I thought safe and buckled the strap.  Every twitch her
upper body made now just pulled the dildos into her body tighter.  Her soft
moans just continued, as she lay there, unable to move, or even twitch a
muscle.  
I opened a special panel in the bottom of the van.  Underneath it was a space
about 20 inches deep, 2 feet wide and about 5 and a half feet long.  I picked
her up and laid her into the slot, face up, so she was lying on her arms.  I
forced her legs flat so that her feet were on either side of her hips.  Her
toes were pointing towards her head. I put the lid back on top of her,
preventing her from pulling her legs out from under her.  With her head bound
the way the top of her head was touching the bottom of the hole she was in.  I
locked the top down.  Put a little rug over the door and jumped back into the
driver's seat.  If the van was not running there was only enough air in her
tomb for a couple of minutes.  It was airtight and had soundproofing baffles
built all through it.  The only air was from a ventilation system that only ran
when the engine was on.  I wanted her healthy and strong.  I quickly started
the ignition, and pulled out of the parking lot.   I was taking her home.

TO BE CONTINUED






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