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{BlueWords} Down the Stairs (F+/M Fdom B/D)

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Down the Stairs

James lived on the fifth floor of his apartment building, and he 
liked taking the stairs up and down. He liked the idea of getting 
the exercise, something he knew he probably needed more of, and 
liked the idea of not being in the elevator with Mrs. Hertzog, who 
always wore too much perfume. He met a few other people in the 
stairwell at times, especially Anita, the cute blonde woman that 
lived one floor below him. He'd talked to her a few times, and she 
seemed friendly, but he couldn't get up the nerve to try and go 
any further, and at times she seemed like she couldn’t be bothered 
with him. He wished he were a bit more like Darren, the guy that 
lived down the hall from him.

Darren seemed to always have a new girlfriend. For some reason 
that James couldn't figure out, Darren switched girlfriends every 
few months, or even more often. Darren was about the same height 
and build as James, and James supposed that Darren was probably 
handsome. James supposed he himself was handsome, he was just a 
bit shy, which made it hard to meet and talk with women.

James liked to go out walking on Saturday mornings, so he was 
headed down the stairs to the parking garage, then outside. Darren 
came bounding down the stairs, two at a time past him.

"Hey, out of the way, old man!" Darren exclaimed. James thought 
Darren was a bit of a jerk, and could never understand what women 
saw in him. Maybe that was why they didn't stay longer than a 
month or so. He hoped that it didn't take being a jerk to attract 
women.

As Darren passed James he suddenly stopped.

"Shit, forgot my coat!" Everything was a big deal to Darren. James 
liked to take things a little more easily. Darren turned around 
and ran back up the stairs. James shook his head and continued on 
down, and out into the parking garage. He didn't have a car, but 
the garage exit was the easiest way to get outside of the building

James thought he saw someone behind him, just outside of the door. 
Without warning, something was pulled over his head. Some kind of 
thick hood that covered his head completely. He was grabbed by 
several pairs of hands, and his legs were kicked in the back, 
making him drop to his knees. He was astonished and afraid. What 
the hell was going on? His arms were wrestled behind him and a 
pair of handcuffs were put on his wrists, fastened behind his 
back. The hood was tightened, and a zipper at the mouth opened. He 
tried to speak, but a round rubber object was shoved in his mouth 
and fastened in place, gagging him.

He was picked up by at least four people, and he felt himself 
dumped in the back of a vehicle, a van he supposed. It was hard to 
hear what was going on. He thought, from the feel of the hands 
that at least a few of his captors were women. He was held down on 
the floor of the van and his legs were tied together, then pulled 
up and tied to his handcuffs, hog-tying him. The van started 
moving.

His captors were talking but James couldn't make out anything 
through the hood. He was poked and prodded every once in a while, 
but generally left alone during the trip. He was very scared, and 
almost started crying a few times. What did they want with me? I 
don't have any money, my parents aren't rich. The whole thing was 
so bizarre. Why kidnap me?

It seemed to take them half an hour or more to get to where they 
were going. The van stopped and his legs were untied. They pulled 
him out of the van and stood him up. He was walked several yards 
before they stopped him. Then they removed his shoes, socks, jeans 
and underwear, leaving him half-naked. He was too scared to try 
and kick or anything, he knew there were at least four of them, 
and he was afraid they might shoot him or something. He felt a 
thin metal object at his arm. He realized it was a pair of 
scissors, and they used them to cut his shirt off. Soon, he stood 
there completely naked.

He was pulled along and slapped a few times on the rear and legs. 
Then one of them grabbed his penis and pointed it down.

"PEE!" he heard a female shout at his ear. It was muffled but he 
made it out. Scared as he was, he managed to pee, apparently into 
a toilet.

After he finished, they bent him over and spread his legs. 
Something cool and slippery was spread over his anus, then a long 
thin nozzle was unceremoniously pushed in. They were giving him an 
enema! He wanted to struggle, but every time he moved too much, he 
was slapped or hit. He let them continue with the enema. 

The water was hot, almost too hot, and filled him up quickly. He 
felt a cramping pain in his bowels as the water rushed in. They 
forced him to stand there bent over, with the enema filling him, 
for about five minutes. Then they sat him down on the toilet. He 
voided immediately. It was very embarrassing, first to have to pee 
in front of them, then to have his ass washed out. They let him 
sit a few minutes, then stood him up and repeated the process 
again. The second one didn't seem to hurt quite as much as the 
first. After he was done emptying his bowels, they stood him up 
and wiped him off.

His despair was great. Why were they doing this? Who were they? 
Was it random, or did they want him for some reason? He couldn't 
think of anyone he had made mad enough to want to treat him like 
this. What else were they going to do? That thought scared him the 
most.

He soon found out. One of them attached a stiff leather collar 
around his neck, and he was tugged along. They stopped him, and he 
felt leather cuffs attached to his wrists and ankles. His feet 
were spread wide apart, and a bar attached to the ankle cuffs to 
keep them that way. The handcuffs were removed, but his hands were 
hooked together in front of him and raised quickly over his head.

The portion of the hood covering his eyes was removed, but he 
couldn't see anything because a bright light blinded him. A 
strange pair of goggles replaced the blindfold. The lenses were 
orange, and thick, and everything he saw through them was 
distorted. He could make out several people, but it was hard to 
tell their sex or even height. One of the blob-like people reached 
up to the hood and pulled down a zipper on the side, over his 
right ear.

"Listen up. There are a few rules before we begin. You are a slave 
for the rest of the day, and will be referred to as such. You will 
do as you are told. You are not to come. If you come, you'll be 
punished severely. We are going to use you in whatever way we 
want, your job is simply to get used. We're going to start out by 
whipping your slave ass. Hope you enjoy it."

He could hear the words, but didn't understand them. Why? Why him? 
What had he done? Did he know them? The voice was still muffled, 
he wasn't sure he'd recognize the woman it belonged to even if he 
knew her.

The women (he was sure they were probably all women) moved out of 
his view. Then one came back. She held something shiny up to his 
goggled eyes, a chain maybe? She attached it to his nipples. Small 
clamps bit into his skin, causing him to wince in pain. The gag 
blocked almost all sound he made. She tugged on the chain, pulling 
him forward a little, causing more pain. Tears welled up in his 
eyes

“Hey, look at this," the one in front of him said. She reached 
down and grabbed his penis. It was rock hard. He hadn't even 
realized it himself. "Guess he likes it rough," she added, 
sarcastically. She began to stroke his hard-on. It felt like she 
was wearing rubber gloves.

Behind him, someone had started to spank his ass with a paddle. 
She wasn't hitting very hard, and was making more sound than 
causing pain. The one in front continued to stroke him, just fast 
enough to make him want to thrust towards her. How could he be 
reacting like this? He was tied up, being spanked, and he wanted 
the woman in front of him to jack him off. A muffled moan escaped 
from his gag.

The woman behind him stopped, but another one started, using a 
small whip with many strands on it. She hit here and there on his 
back and ass, but generally not very hard. He was almost relieved 
at how incompetent their whippings were. God, how he wanted to 
come. What had they said, that he'd be punished if he came? If 
this were the worse they could do, he'd almost just as soon get 
off.

The next woman started on him, with a riding crop. She was 
different than the first two. Every blow hurt. Every blow hit 
somewhere new, and caused new pain. He started crying, tears 
splashing inside the odd goggles. His occasional moans became a 
constant keening. His penis jerked, then sprayed the woman in 
front of him with warm, sticky, white fluid.

"Christ, you made the mother fucker come." she said.

He had been standing, but now he hung from the cuffs around his 
wrists. He had never known such feelings, such pain. The last one, 
she had known how to wield a whip very well. He wanted to beg her, 
please, no more, no more. It was a minute before he realized she 
had already stopped.

They took him down and laid him on the floor, momentarily leaving 
him alone. It was a hard concrete floor, and it hurt where he lay, 
but he was afraid to move. In a few minutes they had regrouped and 
began tying him in a new position.

They left him on his back on the floor, hands stretched out behind 
him, tied to something. His legs were also tied to the same place 
his hands were, bending him in two and spreading him open. His ass 
was pulled up from the floor, and he was afraid of what they could 
do in this position. He felt a few pillows stuffed under his lower 
back, relieving some of the strain on it. One of the women came up 
and dabbed a cool lubricant on his anus, and pushed a finger 
inside. Someone else loosened his gag.

"No talking from you at all, understand?" she said, angrily. To 
make her point she reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing 
lightly. He nodded his head, hoping it would show his agreement. 
The last thing he wanted was to make them any angrier than they 
already were. The gag was completely removed.

One of them kneeled over his head and lowered her self down on his 
mouth, offering him her pussy.

“Eat,” she demanded simply.

He stuck his tongue through the zipper opening of the hood and 
tried to lick her. It wasn't easy, and the zipper scratched his 
tongue. She reached down and tugged at the hood a bit, opening the 
mouth some more. It made it easier for him, and he began to lick 
her pussy as well as he could.

At the same time, another woman had stripped, put on a strap-on 
dildo, and approached his ass. While he ate her partner, she 
slowly pushed the fake cock into his ass. He stopped licking when 
this happened. The woman on his face grabbed his balls behind her 
and squeezed them.

"Eat me, fucker1" she yelled.

He yelped in pain. He tried his best to ignore being fucked in the 
ass, and started to lick and suck on her pussy again. The woman at 
his ass at least moved slowly. He had the impression she was being 
coached on what to do, from the way she moved and the sounds 
around him. The woman he was eating had not let go of his balls, 
and applied pressure every once in a while to urge him on. It 
seemed like she was actually going to come soon, so he rapidly 
tongued her clitoris. She let go of his balls and leaned forward, 
allowing him easier access to her hardened nub.

"Yes, yes, mother . . . fu- aaughh!" she exclaimed. She rubbed up 
and down on his tongue and chin. Her juices coated his mouth and 
the hood. She tasted good, and he thought he would have liked to 
have done this under friendlier circumstances. She slapped the 
side of his head to get him to stop licking. Then she got up and 
stumbled away from his line of view.

He looked down and saw a blob-shaped woman kneeling in front of 
him, slowly pushing in and out of his ass with a thin fake cock. 
Another blob shape stood next to her, guiding her efforts. Two 
others watched from behind them. The ass-fuck wasn't as bad as he 
might have thought. At least, his penis was hard again, if that 
was any indication. The one fucking him seemed unsure of herself, 
and was taking it very easy.

Through the pain and humiliation, he was still amazed that he 
could be turned on, from being fucked in the ass no less, and so 
soon after already coming once. Nothing that had happened so far 
today had made any sense at all. He was suddenly scared again. 
Please, don't let them kill me, he thought.

The fake cock was taken out of his ass, but the respite was only 
temporary. As well as he could make out, the strap-on dildo was 
taken off of one woman and given to the woman that had been 
guiding her. She proceeded to remove her clothing and put the 
dildo on herself. She added some more lubricant to it, then knelt 
in front of him and placed it at his anus.

He tensed up, but then realized that since he couldn't do anything 
about this intrusion that he should try and relax, as much as 
possible. Slowly the head of the fake cock pushed into his ass. 
She pushed until it was over halfway in. Then another women knelt 
over his head and offered him her cunt.

He stuck out his tongue tried to lick her, although she held 
herself just a little out of reach. He could hear fragments of 
conversation around him.

“...wants it. Not so high and... now." "Maybe this.. .teach.." 
"...folded easy..."

He wanted to cry, to cry out, to ask them what he had done. But if 
he spoke, they had threatened him with more beatings. So he tried 
instead to please them as best he could. The woman over his face 
settled down, and he began licking her in earnest.

"Good cunt-licker, wonder why..."

The woman fucking his ass kept up her slow pace for a while, then 
she began to speed up. She was pushing a little deeper each time.

"No, please, no!" he screamed into the vagina above his head. Only 
muffled noises came out. Even though he was no longer eating her, 
the woman ground her pussy into his mouth, almost smothering him. 
The dildo plunged deep into his ass a final time, and his penis 
spasmed, squirting his come all over the back of the woman on his 
face.

"Better eat me now, bastard, or she'll fuck you again," she said. 
He heard laughter around him. He quickly began eating her pussy. 
Her taste was different than the other one he'd had. It was 
pungent and strong but he licked and sucked her for all he was 
worth. He was freely crying inside the goggles. Her juices flowed 
freely also, and she was soon coming, fucking his tongue and 
mouth.

As she got up, someone else quickly pushed the gag back in his 
mouth and fastened it around his head. He arms and legs were 
untied and he was pulled/helped up and led over to what he could 
make out as a thick table. They removed the nipple clamps, which 
he'd almost forgotten about. New pain flared back into his chest 
as blood rushed into his abused nipples. He moaned again into the 
gag.

They laid him on the table so his arms almost reached one side, 
and has hips rested on the edge. Ropes were tied to the wrist 
cuffs, then pulled under the table to attach to the ankle cuffs, 
binding him to the table and opening his legs wide. Then, 
strangely enough, they left him alone for a while.

He heard arguing, he thought. He really couldn't make out much of 
anything, just that it was a disagreement. Something was finally 
decided, but it was a minute or two before they got back to him.

The first blow was a surprise, a paddle hitting his ass. It didn't 
hurt much at all, except occasionally when it hit a welt left by  
the riding crop. He suddenly realized that they wanted him to 
suffer, and if he acted like it hurt, maybe they would be 
satisfied. After a few more swats, he began to pull at his bonds, 
acting like the spanking hurt worse than it did. He made as much 
noise as he could through the gag. After ten blows, someone else 
started in on him with a belt. It stung, but most of the blows 
didn't really hurt, either. He kept up his struggles.

The women were urging each other on, seemingly happy that they 
were causing him pain. The belt gave way to a whip with several 
strands. The woman wielding it didn't know how to use it at all, 
and it only made noise. She hit his legs and back, but only one 
impact had actually hurt. The next woman used the paddle again, 
and she could hit a little harder, but still not enough to really 
hurt. Then there was a pause.

Suddenly, he struggled in his ropes, not to act hurt, but out of 
fear. Only one woman left, and this one knew what she was doing. 
It was going to hurt, a lot. He almost started crying at the 
thought of it.

When the first blow of the crop hit, he jumped, more out of 
surprise than pain. It had hurt, but no where near what he had 
been expecting. Maybe it wasn't the same woman? He continued to 
jump and pull at the ropes, but after a few more blows, it still 
didn't hurt as much. He was pretty sure it was the same woman, the 
way she hit him felt the same. Her strikes just didn't have the 
same force. After the sixth or seventh blow, he started to moan 
into the gag, just for show, and he didn't stop until well after 
the last blow from the crop.

He was left alone again after his whipping. He heard some 
discussion, then he was released from the table. His hands were 
handcuffed in front of him and the other cuffs removed. They sat 
him on the floor, legs stretched out in front of him. His ankle 
cuffs were removed, and his feet, knees and thighs were tied 
together with rope. The rope was pulled up to his neck and tied to 
the collar. This bent him forward. A short rope tied his handcuffs 
to the collar, limiting the movement of his hands.

One of them leaned close to his ear. "We've put the key to the 
handcuffs on a chain around your neck. You should be able to get 
it and open the cuffs in a while. Remember what we did, asshole. 
You fuck anyone else like you did us, we'll be back." She got so 
close she was almost kissing the leather hood near his ear. "Next 
time, Darren, I get to fuck your ass. You remember.”

God, that was it! They thought I was Darren, he thought. He began 
to moan, to move around as much as his bonds allowed. "I'm not 
Darren," he tried to say. It was no use. The gag stopped any 
recognizable sounds. His movement caused him to tip over on his 
side, and he almost banged his head on the floor. He heard them 
laugh, then heard them walking away. He heard a door close, then 
silence. Even though it was useless, he tried to yell through the 
gag. Nothing. They were gone.

He reached up to his neck to get the key.





He struggled to get to the key around his neck. It wasn't easy. 
Finally, he grabbed it, but even then, it was hard to put it in 
the lock on the cuffs. He managed to undo one cuff. He was hurt 
and tired from the effort, so he rested a while before attempting 
to loosen anything else. Then he heard a sound.

It was a door opening. Someone was coming. Who? They had said they 
were done. He started to panic, and struggled to get out of his 
remaining bonds. The person walked up to him.

"Here," she said calmly, "let me help you."

She took the key and unlocked the other cuff. He let her, having 
no real options. If she was going to hurt him again, she could 
have easily taken advantage of the situation. Maybe she was having 
second thoughts and felt bad about what she'd done.

After the cuffs were off, she pulled off the goggles. He blinked a 
few times to adjust to the light. She was Anita, the woman that 
lived below him. He didn't understand it. She been one of them? 
Why had she come back? She removed his gag.

"I, I'm not Darren," he gasped out.

"I know," she answered. She continued to loosen and undo his 
bonds. The leather hood came off, then she untied the rope at his 
neck and around his legs. He let her work. He was too tired and 
sore to be of much help, anyway.

He just sat there, nude except for the collar around his neck. He 
hurt all over, and he felt a little dizzy. He looked around. He 
was in an empty warehouse. There were a few boxes scattered here 
and there, and the table, and not much else. He looked up at her.

"What, why?" he asked her.

"As you figured out," she started, "we thought you were Darren. 
Well most of us. After about half way through, I knew you weren't 
him. I kind of figured out it was you, James, although I wasn't 
absolutely sure.” She paused, looking at him. He couldn't tell 
whether he saw compassion or something much else in her eyes. She 
sat on the concrete floor a few feet from him.

"I don't know if you know Darren much, but he's a real asshole. He 
uses women, and I mean that literally. He's got, I don't know, 
some kind of charm, at least when you first meet him. It's easy to 
fall for him. You don't realize he's fucking you, in more ways 
than one, for a while. He gets you to start paying for everything, 
he takes you out less and less, has you make dinner for him all 
the time, gets you to loan him money. He's real smooth.” She 
looked at him, to see if he understood. “I guess that sounds kind 
of lame. I don’t know, he, he does just enough to keep you 
wondering. And, well, he's good in bed." She shook her head. "Only 
good thing about him. He just likes to -" She struggled for the 
words.

"He's just a user. Totally. When you finally figure it out, when 
you confront him, he admits it. Goes on about some bullshit, about 
how you were using him, laughs at you. Usually, by this time, he's 
got another girlfriend, too. Asshole." She whispered the last 
word. She was still hurting over him, James could tell. He thought 
she might start to cry, but she became stoic again.

"I could guess you all didn't like him," he offered humorlessly.

She laughed anyway. "Yeah, I guess you could. A few of us sort of 
met by accident. I knew one of the others, we started talking, 
found out that Darren had screwed us both. We contacted the 
others." She paused. "At first, it was just a fantasy, you know. 
Kidnap him, beat him up." As she looked at him, a slight guilty 
look crossed her face. "You have me to thank for making it a 
reality. Pretty damn stupid idea, I guess. I didn't know they'd 
get the wrong guy. Jerks." She sniggered. "They couldn't whip 
someone to save their lives."

"It was you, wasn't it? With the crop, and the second one to, to  
fuck me?"

"Yeah, I've done this before. I'm into this kind of stuff, 
bondage, S and M. Not with Darren, but with others."

"Why, when you knew it wasn't me, why didn't you stop?" His face 
had an almost pained look, as if she'd betrayed him.

She paused, studying him before answering. "You were enjoying it 
too much. I can tell, I've been doing this a while. I did tone it 
down a bit after I realized. When I was fucking you, I noticed 
that it wasn't Darren's dick in front of me. Guess all the others 
made love in the dark.” She sniggered again. Apparently she didn’t 
have much respect for the other women. “You two do look a bit a 
like, at least in the body." She looked at him up and down, and he 
realized he was naked in front of her. It didn't seem to matter.

"I realized that even if we had gotten Darren, none of it would 
have mattered. Darren’s an asshole, and this would have just 
pissed him off. And I didn’t want to burst their bubble, you 
know?” She shook her head again. “I convinced the others just 10 
swats apiece, at the end there. They wanted to whip the hell out 
of you. You probably didn't feel it much, anyway. They were kind 
of wimpy. Darren would have probably laughed. Not at me, though." 
She got a far-away look in her eyes.

Even though she'd "helped" him, he wanted to get angry at her. 
Enjoying it? How the hell could he enjoy getting whipped and 
fucked like that? He wanted to get angry, but then he remembered 
how he had come, how intense the orgasms had been.

Instead of anger, he found he was more curious. "Why'd you come 
back? What makes you think I won't go to the police?" She pulled 
her gaze back to him.

"I just figured you wouldn't. I think I might know you a little 
better than you do yourself, in some ways. If I hadn't been so 
damn pre-occupied with asshole Darren, I might have noticed you at 
the apartments. Actually, I did, I just ignored you at the time." 
She gave him the look again. It scared him. It seemed caring, but 
it looked into him, through him. It was compassion and hunger, 
somehow together. She stood up. 

"I came back to help you get loose. I brought you a T-shirt." She 
pointed to the table, where his clothes were. “I wanted to pick up 
my stuff, too. Those are my cuffs and hood. And I wanted to offer 
you a ride. It's a bit of a walk back."

He thought about it. She was right, he wouldn't go to the police. 
He wasn’t even sure exactly why.

He stood up, still naked in front of her. He thought about all the 
pain his body had been put through, about the control the women 
had had over him. His ass was sore, inside and out. His nipples 
were still throbbing. His legs had a few red marks up and down 
them, and his back probably did, too. He could still taste the 
juices from the cunnilingus he’d performed.

His dick was hard again.

He nodded his head, just slightly.

"Get dressed," she said. She pointed to his clothes on the table. 
"Leave the collar on." It had not been a request, nor a command, 
not exactly. A reminder, he decided.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied.

Her smile was something he couldn't read.


Copyright © 1998  by David Wright   All rights reservered.


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