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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 this type of story 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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"I knew then if I saw his face I might recognize him but before I could 
ask his name he kissed me this time deeply almost knocking me off my 
feet.  I reacted, I think more from surprise than anything.  He seemed 
pleased as he told me it was time to rest.  I couldn't stay alone again 
and I begged him not to leave me alone in my darkness.  He then told me 
I had not earned any better treatment other than just a blanket and 
later he would tell me how I could earn improved accommodations.  He 
helped me sit and if I could I would have grabbed
onto his leg begging him not to leave me.  He was impervious to my tears 
as he walked away leaving me bound, blind and alone.  I called out that 
I would let him have sex with me if he did not leave me alone.  I am no 
fool, I thought I knew were all this was going"  

"Is that when he raped you, sorry, penetrated you?" asked the Lieutenant 
quietly

"No.  Nothing happened he was really gone", I said wearily.    

"Are you ok? Can you go on?"

"I am tired but I want to tell this, I think I need to tell this."

"Ok, I am sorry I interrupted you, now from my notes you had just offend 
him sex, what was going on in your mind then?"

"I don't know at this point if I was more scared or disappointed. But he 
did not return and take me up on my offer.  I sat, then laid down trying 
to get comfortable but it was impossible with my hands cuffed behind my 
back so I just started going over what I knew about my situation which 
wasn't much.  Then for some reason the lyrics from "Hotel California" 
popped into my head, "This could be heaven, this could be hell."  I 
thought to myself for sure this was hell, but stopped before I start 
crying again.  

"I must have fallen asleep as I slowly became aware of a gentle shaking 
of my shoulders.  I was so stiff from being bound and laying on my arms, 
just moving caused me to cry out.  He seemed genuinely concerned as he 
helped me up and asked me if I was thirsty.  I told him yes and I really 
needed to go to the bathroom.  He laughed saying I was standing in my 
bathroom.  I tried to tell him urinating on myself was so humiliating 
and dirty.  He told me that is the
point, I needed to learn humility and the dirty is just an extra.  I 
shook my head no and he told me he could wait then.  I actually could 
not.  I moved off the blanket and as far away from it as I could, 
squatted down and peed on the floor.  He helped me up again, moved me 
from the puddle and pressed a cup to my mouth with some cool water, I 
drank it down and asked for more, which he gave me.  Then I asked if I 
would eat today and he says sure but later.  Then he released my arms.  
They were so sore that they just hung from the shoulders
so I tried to swing them just to get the circulation back.  The manacles 
were still locked on he had just removed the chain but they felt so much 
better.  I told him he does not need to bind me, with the blindfold and 
the ankle chain I am not going any where.  He then informed me he likes 
me bound, he likes thinking of me bound.  He then moved me to another 
room.

"How big was this place!", remarked the detective.

The lieutenant shot him a cross look as he just shrugged then she nodded 
to me as to continue.

"He was seemed as gentle as before but announced he had a surprise for 
me.  Before thinking I blurted out "You are letting me go?"   That 
earned me a sharp smack to my ass and a hustle back to the "pit". He 
turned me around so he was behind me and told me to lift my arms.  He 
then started putting some leather straps all over my chest and across my 
back.  I had no real idea how it looked but from the feel of it I knew 
my breasts had been hiked up and made more prominent. There was also 
thick belt going across my waist and the last thing was a thick hard 
strap going across my pussy and coming back up between my legs to attach 
to the belt in the back. He commanded me to drop my hands to my side and 
stand still as I sensed him moving around probably admiring his work. 

"I felt him move behind me again as he loosen the braid and began to 
brush my hair out.  It felt so good I thanked him so he tells me it is 
really his pleasure, I have beautiful hair.  He arranges it for a minute 
in front and behind then finally with a sigh just re-braided it.  He 
then reattached the chain to the wrist manacles not in front or behind 
but to the waist belt of the harness so they hang at my sides but I was 
still helpless and vulnerable.  I had noticed the new harness made me 
stand up ramrod straight as the back piece between my shoulders to the 
waist belt was stiff and the waist belt was tight, tighter than even my 
new washed jeans.  In my minds eye I knew I was
standing very straight with my breasts round and full out from my chest 
for him to view.  He then informed me I could eat but he did not have 
time to feed me there was a bowl on the floor and I could crawl around 
to find and eat from it.  I started feeling around with my unchained 
foot, but he cautioned me to be careful if I tipped my bowl and spilled 
the contents I would have to eat from the floor and I knew how dirty 
that was.  I was appalled.  I had conditioned myself to him feeding me, 
but to scoot around on the floor trying to locate my bowl and then to 
eat like a dog.  I started to cry again.  He sighed and helped me to the 
floor and left.

"I sat for a few minutes crying then realized this behavior was not
accomplishing anything and I was hungry, I began to crawl on my knees 
trying to locate my bowl.   Locating it was easier said then done it was 
actually by my blanket.  Once I found it I bent forward putting my face 
right in the food.  The harness was so stiff it did not have much give 
in the waist and the pussy shield pressed hard into my slit making my 
attempts to eat somewhat more arousing, difficult and messy. 

"When I was done I raised my face out of the bowl and sat up.  I knew I 
had cereal all over my cheeks and with my tongue I tried to get as much 
as possible off.  Out of the blue came the comment "You are so cute."   
I replied I knew he was there, he would not pass up an opportunity to 
watch me humiliate myself.  Self assuredly he replied I was right and he 
had something to occupy my time while he was gone.  I sat and patiently 
waited, whatever he was going to do I
could not stop it.  

"He helped me lie flat on my back and then secured my ankles apart with 
some kind of rod attached to ankle cuffs.  Then he next undid the 
leather piece in front of my pussy and began to stroke my clit.  I tried 
not to respond, to think about anything but the tender caresses to my 
sex.  My plan didn't work, his did.   I could feel my hips shift trying 
to move into each stroke of my clit.  He seemed pleased as he stuck two 
fingers deep into my cleft, rubbing
my clit with his thumb as he massaged deep into my vagina.  A soft moan 
escaped my lips and with that he stopped.  I moaned again, this time in 
frustration and he chuckled saying he would not leave me totally alone 
as he slowly worked a large dildo into my hole.  He then switched it to 
slow vibrate and re-attached the leather strap to hold it in.  With my 
ankles restrained apart there was no way I could close my legs to 
maximize the vibrations of the invader to my clit. Then to prevent me 
from rolling over (he said) he had me bend my knees drawing my legs up 
toward my body leaving my feet flat on the
ground.  He then tied a rope from the waist belt to the rod so I could 
not straighten my legs.  I screamed he could not leave me like this, he 
assured me he could that I should be more comfortable then I had been in 
a while.  I asked him when he would be back, his response hopefully 
before the battery ran out.  Then silence.

"I knew this time I was totally alone.

"For the whole time he was gone the dildo droned on enough to get and 
keep me hot but not enough to push me over the edge.  I twisted and 
turned but was unable to get anymore stimulation from the invader, the 
leather strap holding it fast in place as it continued to torment me.  I 
was exhausted when he returned and asked me how I was feeling.  I bit my 
tongue to prevent a smart answer from falling out and just said nothing 
instead.  He sat next to me on the floor and began to roll my nipples 
between his strong fingers.  The increased sensation was too much, I 
began to moan and then to beg him to stop.  He asked me if I really 
wanted him to stop, I said yes I did, I couldn't do this.  He asked 
couldn't do what?  I explained I could not have sex with a man holding 
me against my will.  He laughed and said I offered myself to him last 
night.  I then told him I was weak, alone and afraid.

"He asked what changed now.  I told him I knew he could do anything to 
me he pleased, he was in control, he could hurt me and get me to beg him 
for sex, he could starve me and get me to beg him for sex, he could 
continue to terrify me and get me to beg him for sex but I would not 
willingly do this, it was coercion.  Fine, he said as he undid the strap 
holding the dildo in and he removed it very slowly seemingly to enjoying 
the fact my vagina musculature was reluctant to let it go.  He then 
began to massage my swollen clit, bending down to first take my nipples 
deep into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around
the hard nub as he slowly released it from the soft confines of his 
mouth letting me do nothing but experience everything he was doing.  I 
groaned with the sensations, the intensity was more than I could fight, 
no matter how strong my resolve.  He stopped for a second as he shifted 
around then I felt him suck my entire clit deep into his mouth.  Again 
swirling it drawing it deeper into his soft mouth, as he pressed a 
finger deep in to my vagina.  I couldn't stop it I just exploded in the 
strongest orgasm I could remember.  I arched my back and just screamed 
as the feeling spread from my pelvis down to my toes.  I must have 
bucked him off as he grabbed both nipples and pinched hard, I screamed 
again as the second orgasm washed over me.  I lay there panting and 
drenched in perspiration, telling him to stop, please stop.  He just sat 
there as I began to cry again.  

"He loosen the rope from the ankle bar to my waist belt allowing me to
straighten my legs then he removed the bar all together from between my 
ankles.  He pulled me into his lap and offered me some water.  I drank 
it down not wanting to talk to him, not wanting to tell him that was the 
most intense experience of my life, I would not tell him he won. He 
seemed to sense my mood as he brushed away the tears that escaped 
beneath the blindfold telling me to relax and to stop crying.  He then 
told me to open my mouth as he fed me another orange coaxing me to stop 
crying and just eat.  I was in misery, I was
not strong, I had given into the carnal desires of my body no matter 
what my mind wanted.  The only comfort I took was it was the only 
pleasure I had had during this ordeal, I needed the release.  But I knew 
I was deluding myself too, it was an incredible experience, one I wanted 
to repeat, one I knew I would ask him to repeat in a most humiliating 
way. 

"I thought to myself I had to say something or do something to make him 
leave me alone.  I was feeling the most vulnerable since my capture 
however long ago that may have been and I didn't want him to know it.  I 
told him I wanted to go home, he replied it was not possible.  I told 
him I would scream my head off, he said it would make no difference no 
one would hear and he would gag me.  He then
asked me how I felt and I replied dirty.  He laughed and told me I was
beautiful.  I asked how could I be beautiful I was bound, harnessed,
blindfolded, sweaty and laying on the floor.  He seemed amused when he 
told me to use my senses, he could smell my magnificent woman's smell, 
he knew I had felt an incredible orgasm more intense than any I had 
probably ever had and he enjoyed watching me respond to his touch.  I 
had a smart come back and likened what he was doing to watching a 
trapped animal.  He sighed and said no, not at all, a trapped animal was 
not usually loved.  I was so confused now I didn't
know how to react.  I just let him continue to feed me, then when he was 
done I told him I was tired and wanted to sleep.  He knew it was a lie 
but he gently laid me down, checked my bounds, got up and left me. 

"As much as I hated being alone in the dark I needed to think, to 
understand what was happening.  I wanted to just sob but I had cried 
buckets and it had accomplished nothing so far, in fact it made me feel 
worse.  I tried rubbing the blindfold off so at least I could get my 
sight back.  Obviously the thing had been tested on those trying to rub 
it off because it held fast to my face.  I tried pulling on the manacles 
attached to the leather belt hoping I could
pull free, possibly rip the leather.  All that accomplished was to wedge 
the leather strap deep into my slit causing more stimulation to that 
already tender spot.  I sat up now frustrated and mad at my situation, 
not at all understanding why I had been picked out for this 
maltreatment.  I just sat there and got angrier, why me, why now and 
just who did he think he was to do this to me, to make me
respond to him.  I had always had a fascination with bondage, domination 
and submission, but never had the intestinal fortitude to try it.  I had 
only shared my desires maybe two times in my life and I knew neither one 
was with my present captor to my knowledge."

"Did you ever go to clubs...a bondage clubs or sex clubs?", the 
lieutenant quietly asked.

"NO, never it was a fantasy that's all.  I had read some stuff on the 
net.  You know cyber bondage but I never went to any of those places."

"OK, sorry I interrupted again...now let's see you were getting angry as 
you sat there.  Then what happened?"

"All of a sudden I heard his voice, loud and firm, telling me to lay 
back down and spread my legs.  I said "No" with as much conviction  as I 
could muster.  I felt the stick strike my left breast right across the 
nipple it hurt like fire but I said "No" again.  The next strike to my 
right nipple was much worse causing me to almost topple over.  I knew 
the next would cut me so I laid back down.  He then told me to tell him 
what I was thinking, he had been watching me and he commanded me to tell 
him.  So I did.  I let all the frustration and
anger pour out.  I asked him all my questions and as I listened to 
myself I seemed to be babbling.  I ended up asking him again to let me 
go as I burst into tears again.  

He was very gentle as he held me and listened.  He stroked my cheeks, 
kissed away my tears and when I was finished he stood me up, loosened 
the ankle chain and took me from the pit. We walked through several 
different rooms as I could feel the difference crossing over several 
different thresholds.  He finally stopped and unlocked a door and helped 
me through.  Once inside he unlocked the manacles from the waist belt, 
loosened the body harness, unlocked the collar holding the blindfold on, 
and told me he was going to give me 20 minutes to shower, fix my hair, 
apply make up and be ready for dinner.  He then told me to completely 
shave off all the hair on my body from below my eyebrows down, I was to 
be soft and smooth for his inspection.   Then he left the room locking 
the door behind him.  It took me a few minutes to get the blindfold 
completely off but I had to see where I was.  The room had dimmed 
lighting as my eyes adjusted to seeing again.  I looked around me only 
to be disappointed by no window or identifiable features, it was nothing 
but a small tiled bathroom with a shower, sink and commode, not even a 
mirror.

I started the shower and as the water got warm I took just a few minutes 
to examine the harness he had me wear.  It was thick black leather with 
silver rings and buckles.  The blindfold was very similar with a collar 
that had held it on my face.  It really was more of a mask than just a 
blindfold.  Holding my bondage "clothes" made me tremble and I could 
imagine what I looked like as I wore them, probably like some of the 
Bishop drawings I had downloaded off
the net.  Looking at the pictures had fired my imagination, this was 
real and the power it held for me made me shiver.  I pushed it in the 
corner, wishing I could push it out of my mind as easily.  I stepped in 
the shower and just let the warm water run over my body it felt 
wonderful.  I found everything I needed first washing my hair, then I 
shaved as he had told me from my chin down until I again looked like an 
pre-adolescent girl again.  Reluctantly I got out of the hot shower and 
dried myself off, combing out my hair, letting it hang to hopefully dry.  
I looked about and found some make-up and I was surprised it was the 
exact copy of what I had at home.  Not just the brand names which could 
have been a coincidence but the same colors and shades which meant he 
must have spied on me.  Putting it on made me shake so I went with the 
"less is best" look.  

"I guessed my 20 minutes was up as I heard him unlocking the door.  I 
wanted to hide but instead I just stood transfixed with my eyes down.  
The door opened and in he walked I could not look at his face, but began 
studying his feet.  He wore boots and jeans nothing unusual there.  He 
walked around me looking at me then stopped and lifted my head up by 
tipping my chin up with his gloved fingers.  I meet his eyes and almost 
fainted.  He wore a leather hood that completely covered his head, 
taking away any possibility I could identify him by the color of his 
hair or eyes.  The hood was very intimidating to look at and I began to 
tremble again.  He chuckled and then told me again I was beautiful.  He 
played with my hair bringing it forward then pinning back off my face.  
He then told me to pick up my harness and blindfold and follow him. 

"As I followed him out the door I studied him for clues to his identity.  
He was tall, broad shouldered and with the gloves, long sleeved shirt, 
jeans and hood he could have been a hundred different guys. I followed 
him down a dimly lit, unadorned hall to a small room set with a 
impressive table and chairs illuminated by candles. The table was set 
for two and there were two covered dishes at each place.  He told me to 
put my harness on the floor as he pulled out a chair and motioned for me 
to sit.  There was no window or pictures and
even with the lovely set table, it looked stark.  I sat and he almost
apologetically told me to hold out my right hand.  I did and he fastened 
a chain to the manacle and then to the arm of the chair, with only about 
a inch play.  Then he told me to hold out my manacled ankle and he 
fastened a chain to it that was embedded in the floor.  I told him none 
of this was necessary and he said it added to his enjoyment of the meal.  
He stood behind me to rise the cover from my plate revealing a wonderful 
meal of Teriyaki beef, rice and vegetables.  The smell made my stomach 
rumble and as he moved from behind me to his seat and uncovered his 
meal.  He told me to dig in as he began to eat.  I am very right handed 
and trying to use a fork with my left hand was next to impossible so I 
asked him if I could please have my right hand unfettered.  He said no, 
he liked watching me eat.  I was too hungry to argue and persevered, 
making another mess of a meal.  He seemed to be so amused by my efforts, 
I could tell by the occasional chuckle as I used my tongue to snag a 
morsel off the fork.  I could not look at him the mask was too 
frightening.  He seemed to finish before me and was content to just 
watch and stare at me which added to my discomfort.  

"I finally had had all I could eat, he was making me too uncomfortable, 
his eyes never seemed to move and his human features were removed by the 
mask, it was un-nerving like I was not eating with another person.  He 
asked if his appearance bothered me, and I told him it did, it scared 
me, he said good that was the point.  I asked him how long I had been 
here, he told me that didn't matter.  He then asked me if I knew how 
beautiful I was, I told him I was too
tall and too skinny. He laughed out loud at that.  Then he turned the
conversation to the activities of earlier in the day, he wanted to know 
how intense the orgasm was for me.  He asked specific questions only 
wanting specific answers to his questions, like had I had an orgasm when 
bound before, had I allowed any boy friends to tie me up, had I ever 
practiced self bondage while I masturbated.  When I became petulant with 
my answers he took out an eighteen inch leather covered crop and hit the 
table to emphasize he wanted honest answers without the attitude.  I 
asked him if that is what he had hit me with, he said yes and he would 
again if I didn't settle down and just answer him.  I asked him if 
anyone had hit him with it and he said no.  I told him it really hurt, 
he had no idea how bad it hurt to be hit in the breast with it.  Then he 
said he would prefer if I just answered him politely then he would not 
need to use it.  

"I finished answering all his questions that basically I had never had a 
real bondage experience this was the first.  I sensed the meal was 
finished so I asked what he was going to do with me now and he said put 
me back in my room. I started to cry I couldn't go back there in the 
darkness, I had been good I had obeyed him, and begged him please not 
back to being chained to the floor.  He stood up and pulled from his 
pocket a thin gold chain that he put around my neck and using a pair of 
pliers from a drawer in the table he crimped the end links so I could 
not remove it easily.  If the links had been smaller I might have been 
able to convince myself it was just a necklace, but as I looked at it I 
knew it was a collar.  The evening was over and like Cinderella I was 
transformed back from dinner guest to bondage slave  He put back on my 
bondage gear, harness, and blindfold.  Even in my nakedness I had felt 
less exposed than I did now.  My heart sank I was going back to my 
blanket in the darkness.

"The little interlude of civility with my hooded captor had brightened 
my outlook that my circumstances might be changing, but the blindfolded 
walk back to my cell, pit whatever made me realize nothing had 
particularly changed.  Except for one thing, I had a small pallet had 
replaced the blanket on the hard floor.  I made a smart remark about how 
I was getting spoiled when he said, with no humor in his voice, he could 
remove it.  I profusely apologized realizing I was in the very inferior 
position and I would have groveled further to keep this little bit of 
comfort.  He laid me down telling me to rest he had plans for me later 
and left me after re-attaching the ankle chain.  I cringed at the 
thought but decided to just keep my mouth closed and try and rest some.  

"It may have been the full meal or the pallet but in no time I was 
asleep only to be awakened by him shaking my shoulder trying to arouse 
me.  He helped me up and then told me to pee if I had to but to make it 
snappy.  I walked away from the pallet as far as the chain would let me 
and squatted, urinating a puddle at my feet.  I realized as I finished, 
the room did not have the odor of an indoor toilet and I had used the 
floor repeatedly.  I was grateful but surprised.   I stood and walked 
back to where I thought he was waiting but I seemed to be alone when I 
felt him touch my arm.  With my thoughts on the
condition of the room and why it didn't smell, his touch startled me and 
I screamed.  He slapped my face telling me no noise he was not in the 
mood.  Since our association I had come to judge his moods by how he 
treated me.  Last night he wanted me to know a bit about him, further 
intimidate me, and get information.  At other times he had seemed 
affectionate, concerned but always strict giving me my rules.  This was 
different he was cold as he pulled me from the room.  He seemed so 
malevolent I dared not ask him where we were going.  

"I walked through a few rooms before he stopped and told me to stand, 
don't move, don't talk.  I couldn't help it I started to tremble again.  
He released my manacles from the waist belt connected then together in 
front of me, then attached a chain or rope to the connecting chain and 
hoisted my arms up until I was standing up on my toes.  He then went 
behind me and released the buckles on the body harness striping that 
from my body.  The strain on my arms and shoulders was incredible but I 
was too afraid to complain.  I sensed him walking around me looking at 
my extended form.  He then started talking to me, more at me, telling me 
I had not properly thanked him for the luscious meal he gave me, the 
private shower, the new bed, the harness, using the blindfold instead of 
tape, on and on, a litany of transgressions since I had come to stay 
with him.  If it were not for the cuffs holding me up I would have laid 
on the floor in as tight a ball as I could have.  I knew something 
terrible was about to happen.  

"He then gave me a new rule.  I was to remember to thank him for 
everything he gave me.  He did not have to give me anything, it actually 
was easier to keep me totally naked chained in the other room than in 
the nice harness and blindfold he had given me.  I did not go into the 
absurdity of the situation that if he had not taken me and didn't enjoy 
what he was doing none of this would be necessary.  He had something in 
mind and if I said anything
contradictory it would only make it worse, so I said thank you for all 
you have given me.  He laughed and said too little too late, I was going 
to get a whipping.  In my fright I started to babble anything so he 
would not hit me.  The first hit was across my ass with a leather strap 
and I screamed.  I think it scared me more than hurt.  I had anticipated 
a much worse hit and once it really registered in my mind it didn't hurt 
that much.  He kept up the attack
on my ass until it felt hot and tender.  Then he moved around and stated 
hitting my breasts with a softer strap than what he had used on my ass.  
It was not really a deep pain, it did hurt but it also made my breasts 
more sensitive, more responsive.  He then stopped and put his hand down 
on my pussy feeling my clit which had become swollen with arousal.  He 
then told me he had me shave my pussy so I would feel every strike of 
his whip across the bare skin, it would have no protection.  I was 
drenched in perspiration from the
fear and arousal. Everything he as doing made all my nerves fire at 
once.  I could tell when he shifted his weight, heard the whip cut the 
air and of course felt the leather hit my bare pussy.  I had never felt 
such an intense awareness of my body before.  He had awakened within me 
sensations and perceptions about myself I had not wanted to confess to 
anyone.  I liked pain, erotic pain was arousing to me, it made me feel 
everything with a heightened awareness.  My whole life I had been able 
to keep others at arms length and not let them get to close to the real 
me.  He had striped me literally of all
my defenses and now made me feel, intensely participate in what he was 
doing.

<Concluded in Part 3>




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