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Subject: "No More Work" (mf, NC, torture)
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WARNING:  This is a story of the nonconsensual, though perhaps
not wholely unwelcome abduction (it is just an erotic fantasy,
so draw no meaning from that) and torment of a woman, including
forced sex. If this is not to your taste, please do not read it.

DISCLAIMER: It is not an accepted practice within the BDSM
community to abduct and play with people without obtaining
_some_ form of consent, even if they are expected to enjoy
the events.


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"No more work", Part 1
 by
 SD


It was hard to see as much of Patricia as I wanted.  That was
partly because I would never tire of admiring the lovely lady,
with her long legs and fine breasts, but principally because her
work schedule left her so little free time.  It seemed such a
pity that she spent so much of her time chained to a computer,
which couldn't appreciate it's good fortune.

We would have to do something about that.


The next day I arrived at the lab and played with one of the
terminals until there occurred one of those brief periods when
the lab emptied out except for Patricia, and then I went to her
office.

"Hi", I said.

She looked up from her monitor.  "Hi !", she said brightly, "what
are you doing here ?"

"I came to pick you up".

She looked a little confused.  "Were we supposed to meet today ?
I'm sorry, but I'm swamped today and can't go anywhere.  Could we
reschedule ?"

"Ahh... in order: No, we weren't; Yes, you could if you wanted
to; and yes I could but I won't", I said, as I bent down and
grabbed her both her arms above the elbows and yanked her out of
her chair.

"What do you think you're doing ?", she asked, her eyes
darkening.

"I think I'm abducting you, Professor Lewis".

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I just can't play today, I have so much to
do..."

"It will wait", I said, tightening my grip on her.

"Let me go," she said, and tried to slide out of my grasp, and
finding that to no avail, began to struggle in earnest.

"LET ME GO ! NOW !  STOP THIS !  I DON'T WANT TO GO WITH YOU',
she shouted as I started to drag her, squirming and struggling,
out of her office.

"You're coming with me, Patricia, whether you want to or not", I
said as I lifted her off her feet.  With her feet off the floor
and her arms pinned she couldn't struggle effectively.  She
could, if she chose, put a heel where it would a lot of damage,
and end the struggle that way, but I knew she wouldn't be willing
to hurt me.

"At least let me logoff", she asked, ever the perfectionist.  I
glanced at her screen.  "It's an inquiry, it'll time out", I
said, as I carried her, struggling and cursing and kicking w/o
effect, out of her office and then out a side exit of the lab,
carrying her down the backsteps, and out a little used exit,
beside which I had parked a rented van. Putting her down and
briefing daring to hold both her arms with one of mine, I opened
the door of the van, and she moved suddenly and broke free and
started to run but she stumbled a little and I managed to grab
her waist length hair before she could build up any velocity, and
pulled her back, entrapping her arms again and pulling her back
to the van over her angry and colorful, but oddly quiet, protests.
Pushing her into the van, I forced her down on her stomach, and,
keeping a knee pressed into her lower back, snatched a pair of
handcuffs, and letting one of her hands free managed to get the
cuffs on one wrist, then caught her other flailing fist and
dragged it down and locked the other cuff around it.

I then rolled off her back so I was sitting on the backs of her
legs, and used that leverage to help me bind her legs together
just above the knees, then caught her in mid curse and forced a
piece of foam rubber into her mouth.  Wrapping a length of chain
around her head and in her mouth to hold the gag in place, I
locked the chain, then forced her head down and fastened the
chain to bolt on the floor of the van, forcing the sexy and
smoldering captive to lay on the floor of the van as I drove
her to her new accommodations.

I pulled the van into the garage of my house.  The playroom was
empty and no one was expected for a few days.  Ms. Lewis was
familiar with the playroom, having been there before, though not
previously as a prisoner.  Putting a leash around her neck, I
undid the chain holding down her head, and pulled her from the
van.  Out of the van, her feet on the ground again, Patricia
briefly attempted to resist being lead on the leash, despite
having limited use of her legs , but a choker chain is wonderfully
persuasive, and Patricia can be quite pragmatic at times (such as
when she's handcuffed and has a choker chain around her neck), so
she suspended her struggles and followed obediently.

I always worry when she starts acting meekly submissive, it usually
means she's scheming (her body's devastating, but it's that brain
that's a real killer), but I was reasonably confident that she couldn't
scheme her way out of what I had in mind.  Still, I quickly ran
through the plans again in my mind, looking for defects, for she'd
find any that existed.  "Not this time, dear lady", I thought,
satisfied that my plans were both simple enough and thorough
enough to withstand her review.  Too much ambition, too much
complexity, too much impatience, had caused some of my past plans
to unravel, but this time I would stay within myself, keep my efforts
simple and clear, and she would have no way of defeating my plans.

When I got her in the playroom and locked the door, I could see
that she spotted the changes, and thought I saw some relief in
her eyes that such effort had gone into the playroom, as it made
it less likely she would be taken downstairs to the dungeon.

"Don't be so certain, dear.  I'm going to keep you here for a
long time, and there'll be plenty of time for you to visit the
dungeon", I told her. Which was true, though in fact I had no
plans to move her once I had her in position.  One position
maintained, with small variations, throughout the session gave
her no chance of escape once she was in place.  It would have to
be a good position, though.  I put my hands on her arms and my
leg behind her knees and forced her to her knees, then pushed
down on her stomach and straddled her hips.  The handcuffs she was
wearing were foam lined, but still hard steel, and I wanted a
safer cuff on her, as she was going to wear the cuffs for a very
long time.  I pushed the cuffs up her arms a bit, and wrapped
wide leather cuffs with fur lining around each wrist and locked
them, then applied another lock to keep her wrists together
behind her back, and then removed the first set of handcuffs.
Pulling her to her feet, I attached the cuffs to a chain hanging
from the ceiling, and gave it a few tugs, elevating her arms
behind her and making her breasts stand out even better, which
scarcely seemed possible.

I picked up one of my toys, a knife with a highly polished eight
inch blade with one razor sharp edge.  I put the tip of the knife
under her chin, then tilted her head up with the point, before
lifting the knife up so she could see the full length of it.
Then I stuck the blade down the front of her shirt, and cut her
knit top from neck to waist.  As I was cutting the back and arms
of her top to remove it completely, I told her, "I'll bring you
something to wear when you leave here, but there's no rush, you
won't be going anywhere for a while".   She sort of growled at me
through the gag, and her eyes were darkening with anger.  Putting
the blade on alternating sides of her face so I could turn her
face from side to side, I observed her growing rage.  Well, she'd
have plenty of time to cool down.  Slipping the blade under the
bra strap on her right shoulder, I cut that strap, and then the
other strap, then gently brushed the point of the knife in her
cleavage a bit before slipping the blade behind her bra and
separating the cups.  Pulling the remnants of her bra away, my
eyes focused on her large and lovely breasts.  Resting one of
them on the side of the knife, dull edge against her chest, I
hefted the one breast while gently fingering the nipple of the
other.

"You know, Patricia, it's your mind and soul that attracted me
to you, and keep me intrigued, sometimes obsessed, but these
beauties are one hell of a bonus".

Putting the knife aside, I knelt down to remove her shoes, then
opened her pants and slowly lowered them to her knees, at which
point I untied her legs and pulled her pants down to her ankles and
removed them.  I reached up and stroked her panties, getting my
hand between her legs and rubbing softly, then very gradually
increased the friction, until she began squirming.  "Not so fast,
dear", I told her.  We've all the time in the world, and we're
going to go very slowly". Sliding the knife between her hips and
her panties, I cut them away, leaving her naked.  "You look so
wonderful, Patricia.  But you can look a little better", I told
her, as I got up and put away the knife, and came back with a
pair of very high heeled black pumps in her size, I put them on
the floor by her feet.

"Put your feet in the shoes, Ms. Lewis", I said, and she just
glared at me. "Come now, Professor, let's be rational about this.
I know you don't want to cooperate.  You know how very much I want
you in those shoes. You're chained up in a locked room.  You know
that I enjoy inflicting pain.  You have to realize that in a little
while those shoes are going to be on your feet, so it's utterly
irrational to resist unless you want to be tortured. Since I know you
to be a rational woman, the only possible conclusion is that you want
the pain.  If not, slide your feet into the shoes *now*.  No ?  As I
said, you must want the pain, and who am I to refuse you ?".

Going back to my toy chest, I returned with a bucket of water, a
sponge and a short wood and metal baton.  Taking the soaking
sponge, I thoroughly moistened Patricia's breasts, then pushed a
button on the baton causing a low flame to ignite at one end of
the baton.  At the sight of this Patricia's eyes widened and she
backed away from me, but the chain didn't let her move very far.
I extended my right arm and quickly flicked the flame of the
baton under her wet left breast, the flame touching it very
briefly, making Patricia scream into her gag but leaving no burn.
Then with the sponge in my left hand I remoistened her breasts,
then flicked the flaming baton under her right nipple, making her
squeal and jump. "I can do this all day, Patricia my pet, I just
love to hear you squeal and watch your tits ripple when you jump.
Now do you want to reconsider the shoes ?".  In reply she nodded
yes, and I backed up a bit and made a quick gesture in their
direction, and Patricia stepped up and stepped into the shoes.
As I said, she can be quite reasonable at times.

"Now spread your legs, dear", I ordered.  She glared at me again,
but I raised the baton slightly and smiled, and her long legs
began to slide apart.  "A bit further, dear.  A little further.
That's good", I told her when her legs were uncomfortably
spread, then knelt and applied leather cuffs to her ankles, and
fastened the chains leading to the cuffs to "O" rings in the
floor so she couldn't move her legs any closer together.
Stepping a few feet behind her to get a better look at her nicely
shod and nicely stretched legs, I remarked "those legs are quite
a bonus, too".  Then I took the chain connected to her wrist
restraints and gave it a few more tugs, till she was bent to the
waist, her beautiful breasts dangling deliciously.  "You see,
dear, sometimes gravity is a woman's friend".  Approaching her, I
reached down and softly squeezed and fondled her breasts, then
unlocked the chain encircling her head.

"I know you don't care for the taste of that foam in your mouth,
and now that you're in a soundproofed room, I'd rather like to
hear you scream and moan.  But I don't plan to have any discussions
with you, so I'm going to replace the gag", I told her as I extracted
the foam and quickly pulled a scarf into her mouth, pulling it back
tightly so it dug into the corners of her mouth.  "I intend to enjoy
the sounds of pleasure and pain you're going to be making.  But I
don't intend to take any chances that your clever mind might find a
way for you to talk your way out of this.  You're smart and eloquent
and have a wonderfully twisted imagination, but none of that matters
today, for today isn't about Patricia Lewis, it's about a lovely
blonde female who is presently in my possession, and is going to
stay in my possession until I've sated my need for her, which
means you are going to be here for quite some time.  As you have
doubtless determined, your consent, or lack thereof, is not going
be a concern".

While I gathered up Patricia's long blonde hair and tied it to
a rope hanging from the ceiling, getting it off her back so it
wouldn't interfere with any floggings I would be administering,
and in the process pulling her head back so she was facing
forwards, not downwards, I told her, "I'm sure you see the
advantages of this position, Professor.  Your mouth and pussy
and anus are all available for use, and your tits and ass are
available for abuse.  Of course, it is more than a little
uncomfortable, and will become more so as the hours drag on
without you being able to move, but I felt that trading your
comfort for a really secure bondage that I wouldn't have to alter
to get access to any of your bits was a good exchange. I don't
expect you to agree, it would take a really big woman to see the
utility of this position while she was in it - though come to
think of it", I said as I fondled her right breast again, "you
are a really 'big' woman.  I'm sure you'd see it if it were any
other woman chained as you are now".

"As for what you can see, with your head elevated like this you
can see all the toys on the table across from you.  It's going to
be a long time before my lust for you is really sated.  When I
see someone as infrequently as I see you, "I come and you're
gone" just won't do.  But I'm not unsympathetic about how
uncomfortable this position will be for you, and I promise to
keep you distracted during my, shall we say, 'down time'.  I'm
sure some of these will help.  Especially this one", I said as
I picked up a dildo bigger than the organ of most stallions and
rubbed it's head across her face, "I'm sure you'll enjoy it a lot.
We're going to have lots of fun.  But let's not rush things.
That's why I brought you here, after all, so we can take our
time.  I'm going to go take a long cold shower so I can give you
the slow, patient treatment you deserve.  I'll be back. You can
just hang out and get uncomfortable".

As I left Patricia, she had plenty to say about my plan, but with
the scarf in her mouth I couldn't make out the words.  But we'd
have plenty of time to talk - afterwards.


I left Patricia alone for a time to allow her anger to cool and
her body to stiffen, watching over her from one of the playroom's
hidden observation spots.  The discomfort wouldn't make her that
much easier to deal with, though every little bit helps; I just
like seeing her suffer.  I had other ideas about how to make her
more cooperative.  When she seemed ready, it was time to put them
to the test.

I just circled my lovely captive for a while, admiring her mass
of golden hair, her long legs, her wonderful figure, and the way
that her efforts to follow me with her eyes and glare at me made
her pendulous breasts sway.  They were just too irresistible
(though I wasn't going to let her know that), so I nonchalantly
approached her, and began idly stroking her breasts, which have
a delightful duality about them, being both large and very
sensitive. I stroked them with my fingertips, softly and slowly,
encircling the base of her left breast and then slowly spiraling
towards her nipple, while my left index finger made repeated plus
signs on her right nipple, gently sliding back and forth and up
and down across her stiffening teat.  Squatting before her as I
was, my face was almost in her's and I could see the anger and
defiance struggling with the pleasure and excitement.

While continuing to play with her breasts, I started softly
kissing her, first on each cheek and then her lips, which the
scarf penetrated but didn't cover.  Then, wanting to be certain
I didn't miss anything, I started on the upper left corner of
her forehead and began moving back and forth across her face till
I was sure no spot had escaped my attention, then moved to her
right ear, kissing it and tickling it with the tip of my tongue,
then moving down her neck.  It was a bit awkward to kiss her
throat while positioned as we were, so I only kissed her ten or
twelve times as I crossed it and made my way up the other side of
her neck to her left ear.

At this point I realized pulling her head back like this did
have some disadvantages, and had to stop my breast play while
I loosened the rope holding her hair.  I pushed her head down
and brushed her hair to one side so I could kiss the back of
her neck.  Covering it thoroughly, I started moving down her
spine.  The position became awkward again, so I stood behind
her, as close to her buttocks as I could get without increasing
the pressure on her raised arms, and leaned forwards and began
slowly kissing her along the length of her spine.  As I've
always believed that idle hands do the devil no good, I put mine
back to work, reaching under her to gently caress her breasts,
slowly increasing the pressure from a caress to a fondle.  This
was too much fun to stop, so when I got to the base of Patricia's
spine I started back up it's length, kissing her a bit harder this
time as my hands grew more active on her breasts, which I was now
alternately rubbing and squeezing.

Judging by the movement of Patricia's hips and the wetness I felt
on my pants that I knew I was not responsible for, my lovely
guest was getting something out of the experience.  On the second
journey of my lips down her spine I let my hands wander over her
stomach and flanks and down her hips to her soft, smooth thighs,
then back up to her ass cheeks as I stopped my tour of her spine
and rubbed her ass for a minute or so before spreading her cheeks
and tickling her anus with the tip of my tongue, which produced a
nice shudder.  I kept this up for a little longer, while my hands
gripped her long legs at the thigh and moved down to her ankles,
pausing briefly to squeeze her knees, then my fingertips began
moving up the back of her legs, which tried to move but couldn't.
Kneeling behind her, I had such a lovely, close view of her
thighs and derriere, and by shifting just slightly could see the
blonde tresses cascading over her shoulder and nearly touching
the floor and her beautiful breasts dangling not quite so far,
but still quite impressively, and I was struck again by her
loveliness, not that it was a fact ever far from my mind.

"Have I told you recently, Professor Lewis, how beautiful you
are ?  No, I don't think so, we haven't seen enough of each
other.  I'd like to tell you what a wonderful example of feminine
beauty you are each time I see you or speak to you, but I fear
you'd become bored hearing it, or think it indicated some
unhealthy obsession on my part.  I certainly wouldn't want you
to think I was obsessive about, or possessive of you, my dear
lady". I couldn't quite make out the sound that she made then,
but it seemed somewhat exasperated.  "Well, since I've got your
full attention today, let me take this opportunity to tell you
that you are the smartest, sweetest, most lovely, and most
wicked woman I have ever met, and the best thing that ever
happened to me.  I probably haven't told you recently that I
love you, either.  I probably won't tell you that very often;
it isn't an easy thing to say that with feeling.  But right now
I'm feeling secure enough - and I've certainly got you secured
enough -", I added with a short laugh, "to tell you that, yes, I
do love you, Patricia. I expect to spend forever loving you.  And
there's probably going to be a few eons spent making love to you
before I free you from these bonds."

"But enough of what I feel.  Today is about what you will feel,
my love.  This will include plenty of pain; that seems only fair,
you've been making me ache and ruining my sleep for the longest
time.  But we'll start with pleasure", I said as I stroked her
pussy, then gently slid one wet finger into her wet pussy,
sliding it slowly in and out, then inserting a second finger,
increasing the pace slowly. I could see Patricia's head moving
and hear her soft moans, and I spread her pussy lips and fingered
her clit and she jerked a few times, and began moving her hips.
I let my fingers rest on her clit and let her pleasure herself by
moving it across them for a couple minutes, then put my mouth to
her pussy and began licking her and I could feel a tremor pass
through her.  I kept licking her, working the tip of my tongue
over her clit, loving the way she squirmed and moaned, and I
could hear the chains rattling as she vainly tugged at her wrist
restraints, trying desperately to free her hands and put them to
work.  But I was calling this tune, and it would be a slow dance.

I kept up the oral stimulation a little longer, then stopped and
stood back from her, and while she kept squealing and squirming
the motivation had changed from excitement to frustration.  "You
want some more stimulation, dear ?", I asked, and the blonde head
bobbed up and down while she grunted into the gag.  I pulled the
rope to her hair taut again, and tied it, forcing her to face
front again, and then I slapped her left ass-cheek, not too hard,
but hard enough to come as a shock, and continued to slap her
ass, alternating cheeks and switching hands, doing my best
to vary the rhythm so she wouldn't know when or where the
next stroke would fall, but keeping a slow, though not steady,
upward pattern in the force and frequency of the slaps.  I stopped
periodically to gently rub her ass with one hand while fingering
her pussy with the other, loving the growing heat of both parts
of my beloved.

I would have liked to have kept this up longer, but, after all,
one reason for abducting Patricia was that I hadn't been with
her in so long, and I just couldn't stand any longer what she
was doing to me, and I thrust my rigid, throbbing cock into her
wet vagina as I grasped her hips and pulled them back to me,
then let my hands stroke her sides and back as she took over
the movement of her hips and I grabbed her breasts and squeezed
them hard as I started slapping her buttocks in a new way,
humping and thrusting and hoping desperately that I could hold
off until she came but it wasn't to be today and I grunted and
spasmed as I came, pumping my accumulated frustration into her
in several quick shots.  When done, I dropped down to my knees,
more from the weakness in my legs than from conscious decision,
but I got my mouth to her pussy quickly enough to make it seem
like it was planned, and plunged in, eating her with more
desperate energy than with skill or enthusiasm, but at this point
she didn't really need my skill or enthusiasm, she just needed my
flesh moving on hers, and I kept it up as her grunts grew in tempo
and volume until she spasmed and shuddered and slumped and I caught
her in my arms and held her in place till I could release her wrists
from the overhead chain, and lower her to her knees, and kneeling
alongside her I hugged her and stroked her and kissed her cheeks.

I left her on her knees for a moment as I darted away to retrieve
a thick sleeping bag, and returning to her, grasped her about the
waist and lifted her up until I could spread it before her and
gently lay her upon it, and I lay alongside her with one arm across
her shoulders and my hand by her head as I kissed her and gently ran
my fingetips across her temple, then we both rested, while I waited
for the not entirely welcome return of my desire.

END, Part 1

As of 3/29/97, no more has been written.

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Steven S. Davis                                           sd@magenta.com 
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