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Taking Melody
by El Ciego (address withheld)

***

Another superbly crafted story by El Ciego. Melody has 
tormented Paul with three years of cock-teasing. Now 
he’s finally ready to make good on an old promise. 
"I’ll take you when I choose." Busty heroine in 
bondage, breast torment, electric play, dildos intense 
orgasms and even a dash of romance make this short 
story worth a read. (FM, nc, rp, tor, toys, bd)

***

He had pinned her into the corner, the rough plywood 
surrounding the yard scraping against her back.

Okay Melody, it’s time for you to fucking give it up. 
He pressed his mouth roughly against hers, probing its 
vulnerable recesses with his tongue.

She screamed against his tongue, trying to push him 
away. He was bigger, stronger by half than she. He 
pressed his body hard against hers, releasing her from 
his violent kiss. She opened her mouth to scream, but 
the man quickly clamped his hand hard over her mouth, 
the other squeezing the arteries at the side of her 
long, elegant throat.

"Melody, here’s how it is going to be," he snarled. "I 
know you love to fuck. You’ve been cock-teasing me with 
stories of your sex life for three years. You know I 
want you, but you’re saving me for …what? When you’re 
old and nasty, and no one wants you? No chance, my 
beautiful, blonde bitch. I’m getting mine now, while 
it’s still tasty. Behave, and you’ll take away a hot 
memory to dine on when you get old. Struggle, resist, 
and this could be a very long night." He roughly pulled 
his hand from her throat as she limply sagged to the 
ground.

She awoke on her back, dimly aware that the pillows 
under her were soft and comfortable. As she came more 
fully awake, her predicament became as clear as the 
dull throb of blood coming back into her brain.

She was on a large bed of black lacquer in a stark 
white room. A number of softly colored lights 
illuminated the satin surface of lady and bedclothes. 
She was cushioned with fluffy satin pillows from her 
head to her butt.

Her legs were bound to a mahogany pole spanning the 
width of the sumptuous bed. The pole was suspended on 
three bright brass chains, raised to a level two feet 
above the bed; Melody’s legs were raised from the bed 
and splayed open.

She was collared, the three-inch wide leather snug 
around her throat. A slender leash of black leather 
traveled from the collar midway to the middle of her 
back, where her wrists, encircled with three-inch 
leather cuffs, were joined.

Her arms were tightly pulled behind her. The result was 
a forward thrusting of Melody’s large, succulent tits. 
They were fabulous for a woman of her thirty-ish years. 

He was amused to note the roll of baby fat that was 
revealed by Melody’s unusual posture. That’s fine, he 
grinned. Imperfections are perfect.

She again tried to scream. Damn the cursed ball-gag! 
She could only manage to produce a muffled, "Mummf-f" 
sound, and she soon gave up trying. Instead she focused 
her attention on her captor. Her friend. The guy she 
always saw as old, harmless, impotent. She was 
completely his now, and as she became fully aware of 
him, a mixture of fear and arousal shot through her 
lush body. He was her friend, right? "I mean, he is a 
pervert and all that, but he won’t hurt me, right? He’s 
hugged me, told me he loves me, desires me, respects 
me. He listens. He can’t hurt me."

These thoughts were interrupted by his voice.

"Ah, alive, alert, awake, enthusiastic! Just what I 
like to see. Melody, darling it will do you no good to 
scream, as this room is completely soundproof. I’d like 
to take your gag off and give you something to drink. 
We’ll moisten your mouth and you can make any useless 
pleas you please." He chuckled. "Oh, but if you do 
decide to scream, you will be severely punished. Are we 
clear?"

She glared sullenly at him but nodded quickly. She was 
thirsty, her jaws ached from the big purple rubber ball 
wedged into her mouth, and she knew she could talk her 
way out of this.

Her captor strode to the head of the ornate bed and 
tenderly removed the purple ball-gag. Melody worked her 
aching jaws for a moment, then gratefully took a sip of 
cold water through the proffered straw. Again she 
glared up at her captor. "What the hell, Paul!" she 
exclaimed, "You have no right to do this, you fuck!" He 
grinned back at her. "Perhaps not, Melody. You’ll 
remember however, that I told you this would happen. I 
told you years ago that I’d take you if and when I 
wanted you. You didn’t believe me capable of that back 
then. Do you now?" 

Melody glanced quickly around the room, seeking a means 
of escape and finding none. Aside from the bed, the 
room was furnished with a variety of restraints and 
shackles, an odd looking padded bench, a washbasin and 
toilet. To her horror Melody also noticed the two video 
cameras on sturdy professional-grade tripods. He was 
capturing the scene for his later amusement. "Let me 
go," she said evenly "and I’ll never report this to the 
police. Nobody will ever have to know that you 
kidnapped me. I promise not to tell. We don’t have to 
do this, and you’ll at least have some hot video of me 
in bondage…isn’t that enough?" 

The man laughed loudly. "No, darling. It’s not nearly 
enough." He moved to the foot of the bed and ran a hand 
softly up her inner thigh to her pussy. An electric 
charge shot through her as he gently probed at her sex, 
and she was mortified to realize that she was becoming 
increasingly wet. He grinned. "See? I knew you’d enjoy 
this! Your hot little pussy is getting all creamy. 
You’re such a horny little slut!" He bent his mouth to 
capture her juicy sex.

Melody had never really enjoyed having her pussy eaten; 
most of the men with whom she had been hadn’t really 
understood her rhythms and responses, many had been 
clumsy. Now for the first time in her thirty-one years, 
this man was setting her erogenous zones ablaze with 
his talented mouth! She strained against her bonds, 
crying out her pleasure as he probed her recesses with 
his torrid tongue. Damn! He was good! The third orgasm 
caused Melody to rise from the bed, bucking her hips in 
a vain attempt to push her crotch into her tormentor’s 
face. He laughed at her struggle, savoring her cries of 
pleasure. He began to probe at her sopping cunt with 
one elegant finger, driving her quickly over the brink 
of another climax. He then inserted a second finger, 
then a third. Melody bucked wildly against her bonds, 
screaming her pleasure and frustration. She again came 
violently, as he suckled at her throbbing clitoris, 
shoving three fingers deep inside her.

The man sniffed at his sopping fingers and grinned, 
walking toward the head of the big bed where Melody was 
now shuddering and gasping through the end of her 
fourth orgasm. Her big, beautiful tits were beckoning 
to him. The bondage of her upper body had thrust her 
beautiful mammaries forward. He found the tit vise, 
also known as a breast press. The device was made of 
two 3-inch wide wooden boards which had been shaped to 
fit the contours of Melody’s chest. The boards were 
joined in parallel by three long struts, one in the 
center and one at each end. The struts were threaded 
and fitted with large wing-nuts.

He sandwiched her large, round breasts between the 
wooden planks, tightening the wing-nuts until Melody’s 
already full tits were compressed at their base, 
pushing her mammry meat outward, stretching the skin 
tightly, causing her dime-sized pink nipples to fill 
with blood, tingling, hyper-sensitized.

She wailed, "Paul, no! What are you doing!?" He 
laughed, walking across the room to a steel rolling 
cart, previously hidden in the shadows. He rolled the 
cart to the side of the bed where his prisoner was 
restrained, her tits now aching and throbbing, the girl 
wide-eyed with fear. "I have always craved these big, 
beautiful tits, darling." He cooed, "I’ll be damned if 
I was going to wait for them any longer. Let’s awaken 
these beautiful girls, shall we?"

From the top tray in the cart, Paul took a paddle made 
of a thick strip of rawhide, a foot and a half in 
length and three inches wide. "Paul!" Melody screamed, 
her eyes suddenly flooding with the realization of what 
was about to happen. "Please, no, please! Ai-eeeeee!" 
She screamed as the paddle whisked through the air, 
slapping hard across the tops of her compressed 
breasts. 

Again and again, he made the cruel strop whistle 
through the air, stinging the tops, sides and 
undersides of each compressed tit. The video cameras 
were rolling, one focused in a tight shot showing 
Melody’s chest and face, the other a longer shot 
revealing her slippery wet, spread cunny and splayed 
legs in a full-body shot. Occasionally Paul would 
divert the paddle from Melody’s beautiful chest to 
playfully sting her splayed sex. 

Melody screamed and cried for mercy, begging Paul to 
stop thrashing her tits and tender underside. He 
laughed delightedly at her cries. "Darling, we’re just 
waking you up so that you may better enjoy the fun to 
come!" 

He seemed to tire, and tossed the leather strap back 
onto the steel cart.

Melody sobbed, her tits aflame with pain, blood rushing 
to her tender, compressed flesh. "We’re not done yet, 
with these, baby," Paul cooed in a soothing tone. "It’s 
time now for some electricity."

"What!?" Melody was terrified. Electricity! Paul had 
lost his mind, and for the first time she realized that 
she was powerless to prevent him from indulging his 
sadistic desires.

The man plugged the device into a grounded electrical 
outlet and attached a thin glass tube to the end of a 
large cylinder. The end of the glass rod flared to a 
large disc.

Paul took a small can of baby powder and worked some of 
it into each of Melody’s tortured nipples and breasts. 
"I want both cameras and you to see this," he grinned, 
dimming the overhead lights.

Paul twisted a knob at the base of the device, and the 
glass tube with its circular head began to glow a 
bright violet, the gas within the tube supercharged 
with extremely high voltage electricity. As Melody 
watched, her eyes wide in terror, Paul brought the disc 
end of the glowing tube to within three inches of the 
steel table. With a sizzling, crackling noise, a 
lightning spark of high-energy juice arced to the 
table, and Melody began to weep openly, to beg.

"Oh no, Paul…please! Please! No, no, no, no!" She was 
so overcome with terror that her please soon became 
incoherent blubbering. "No, pleef, do anything, suck 
cock, fuck my ass…no please, please…"

He began to laugh softly. "One hundred fifty-thousand 
volts, darling. Right into your left nipple!" 

He brought the violet wand toward her breast, laughing 
as a spark suddenly leapt from the wand to Melody’s 
compressed tit-flesh. The spark of a violet wand is 
much like the static electricity shock one gets during 
dry weather, after walking on carpeting and then 
touching a metal doorknob; the spark from the Wand 
however, is continuous, bringing its victims sensations 
ranging from a soft tickle to agonizing, burning pain. 

Melody was fortunate, because despite its frightening 
appearance in the darkened room, Paul had set the wand 
to a relatively low setting. Her terror enhanced her 
perception of pain, however and she screamed, trying to 
twist her body away from the source of her torment. 

"That’s right, darling! Squirm around a little!" 

Melody tried to roll her body away from Paul’s tortuous 
electrical shocker, the result being that both breasts 
were probed by dozens of tiny, leaping sparks, each 
finding a different nerve on her tender skin. "But it 
gets even better, sweet bitch!"

Paul used a bracket arrangement to position the wand 
near Melody’s chest, then turned the dial up to a 
significantly higher setting. He was careful not to 
allow painful levels of electricity to probe Melody’s 
tender tit-flesh; he simply wanted her to remain on the 
razor’s edge between arousal and agony.

Intense sparks played over Melody’s tortured tits like 
a lightning storm over an Arizona desert. 

He walked to the end of the bed and found the eight 
inch long, flesh-colored dong and started to press it 
into Melody’s still-juicy cunt!

Melody writhed on the bed, her wrists restrained behind 
her back, the sparks continually teasing and stinging 
her tender, compressed breasts.

He rhythmically fucked her with the rubber tool, 
pressing a bit deeper with each stroke, applying a 
little more pressure, eventually speeding up the stroke 
until Melody again BEGAN TO WRITHE IN DELIGHT. 

Her taut, lithe legs, spread wide by the hanging bar 
flexed with each spasm of Melody’s intense climax, her 
pretty feet shaking, toes curling in delight, their 
painted pink nails glistening in the soft lighting

With each spasm, Melody’s puckered little asshole 
winked, as Melody rotated her hips and attempted to 
buck her ass in the air. Paul gently inserted the tip 
of his middle finger into her backside, relentlessly 
pumping the lifelike dong into Melody's sopping sex, 
sparks sizzling against her tender nipples.

Melody arched her back, throwing her head back as she 
wailed in orgasm. "Ai-ee! Ohmygod! No, no, no, no! 
Aaagh!" 

Laughing softly, Paul walked to the cart, finding the 
switch which turned off the wand. As Melody shuddered 
in her bondage, weeping now, her body flushed a deep 
rosy pink. She was so lovely! Paul was, hopelessly, 
sadly in love with his beautiful prisoner. He loved her 
so much that he needed more from her. She needed to 
suffer, to cum and cum, to feel the ache that she had 
knowingly given him for years. "Paybacks are a, well, 
you know…" he grinned, lowering Melody’s legs, 
preparing to move her to The Bench.

She was on her hands and knees, bound to the odd bench 
she had noticed while surveying the room for the first 
time.

 Confused and exhausted by her ordeal, Melody was able 
to offer only weak, futile resistance as Paul took her 
from the bed and moved her to the infernal furniture.

Now her knees and calves rested on two well-padded 
supports, the ankles and thighs held wide apart, 
immobile. She was bent forward, her belly and 
breastbone resting against a padded triangle, the 
"seat" of the bench. Her lush breasts hung pendulous, 
her arms were stretched in crucifixion to her sides, 
the wrists manacled to side posts with padded leather.

As Melody helplessly watched, Paul had repositioned the 
cameras. One now framed her face and hanging tits. She 
guessed that Paul had positioned the second camera 
somewhere behind her. In fact, the man had positioned 
the camera in a three-quarter profile of Melody’s ass 
and cunny.

She waited, terrified. He had gagged her again with the 
purple ballgag; she could neither plead for mercy nor 
scream her pleasure and pain. As she listened, her 
captor moved behind her

Paul surveyed his bound lover’s beautiful ass, the 
honeybun of her puffy pussy open like petals, her 
puckered brown pleasure-port winking at him. Paul 
reached between Melody’s spread thighs, finding and 
gently squeezing her clitoris as he simultaneously 
probed her anus with his tongue. 

She writhed against her restraints, moaning into the 
ball-gag, as Paul rhythmically tongue-fucked her 
experienced asshole

The camera in front of Melody continued to capture her 
expression of arousal, her lips red and hot, stretched 
around purple rubber. Her breasts, which hung unimpeded 
either side of the chest support, swung back and forth 
in time to Paul’s rhythmic lingual invasion of her taut 
rectum. 

Still probing her ass with his tongue, Paul slipped a 
finger into Melody’s sopping hole, hooking his finger 
to palpate her G-spot. He marveled at how wet and silky 
her cunt felt! So warm and toned. He worked a finger 
into her ass then, pressing and stretching her until 
his ring and fifth fingers were deep in her ass, his 
forefinger and middle digit pounding her sex, his thumb 
roughly rubbing her distended clit. Melody howled into 
the ball-gag, another climax swallowing her whole, 
spinning her into an upward vortex of ecstasy. 

She heard the sound of metal scraping against the 
concrete floor of the room (was she in a garage, a 
basement?), the man now very close behind her.

"It’s a little surprise I cooked up just for you," said 
the man, his voice smooth and deep. "Oh! But I’m 
forgetting something…"

He returned to the rolling metal cart and rummaged 
about its shelves. For a moment, Melody thought that he 
would again torment her with the paddle or that awful 
violet wand. She regarded him nervously as he 
approached her from the front. "While I’m working 
behind you, I’ll want a little something to keep your 
hot tits busy."

He squeezed a small glob of a blue-colored gel to a 
fingertip and gently massaged it into the left side of 
her nipples, then the right side of each. He carefully 
avoided spreading the gel over the nipple itself. He 
then took a pair of wires, which were connected to a 
small silver plastic box. 

Each wire was tipped with a small spring clamp. The 
clamp was insulated, and each side of its jaws was 
fitted with a small gold electrode. 

Paul loved the pleasure generator. The pulses from the 
box could range from a pleasant and subtle tingle to an 
agonizing jolt; special circuitry in the box randomized 
the pulses, making them unpredictable and therefore, 
more terrifying to the victim. 

"It’s like a TENS unit, Melody," he explained in his 
mellifluous voice. "They are used to help people deal 
with chronic muscle pain. Used like this, the unit 
causes persistent tittie-pleasure!" He laughed, a 
sinister gleam coming into his eyes. Paul clamped the 
strong but gentle nipple-clamps, ensuring that the 
electrodes touched nipple where the electrolytic gel 
had been applied, and Melody again began to scream into 
the gag, her eyes pleading for mercy, the man unmoved.

To her surprise, Paul did not activate the box, but 
instead again stepped behind her and out of her field 
of vision.

"I invented this little marvel just for you!" he 
proclaimed proudly. "It’s a fucking machine. Wait ‘til 
you see how well it works!"

Melody felt the intrusion of the thick dildo into her 
cunny. He had, at least lubricated the monster, for 
which she felt grateful. Paul fiddled behind her, 
adjusting and testing the depth of penetration as 
Melody strained against her bonds. "Not too deep to 
start," he murmured, pressing the dildo deeper into 
her. 

Melody tried to relax despite her terror. Paul was 
being very gentle with the dildo and aside from her 
bondage and fear, Melody was relatively comfortable. 
Her nostrils suddenly flared, the ball-gag making a 
gasp impossible. He had abruptly slid a thinner prod 
into her tight little asshole!

Satisfied with his adjustments, Paul activated the 
machine. The dildos, driven by a crankshaft, 
penetration and withdrawal alternating, slowly began to 
move.

Melody’s mind swam with a confusing blend of emotions, 
as terror and anger intermingled with the most intense 
arousal she had ever known. The sinister-sounding 
device, the fucking machine was causing her no pain, 
the padded bench beneath her was not uncomfortable. She 
was scared of what would happen next, but in truth, the 
man had not harmed her. 

She had already experienced a half-dozen mind-blowing 
orgasms. The mix of conflicting feelings slowly 
revolved to an intensely focused pleasure, and Melody 
began to submit to the sensations.

Knowing that it is never wise to leave a gagged 
submissive unattended, Paul walked again to face Melody 
and removed the gag. Again she gratefully accepted the 
preferred drinking straw, drinking deeply of the cold 
mineral water, sighing and drawing deep breaths between 
sips. 

He bent to kiss her then, tenderly parting her lips 
with his soft tongue, smiling against her mouth, the 
kiss suddenly, passionately returned. "Don’t speak, 
darling," he cooed. "Scream, moan, cry if you must. But 
no words."

Had she wanted to, Melody had no words to speak. She 
understood that begging for release was useless, and 
she was beginning to settle pleasantly into the 
sensations provided by the machine. "When you do 
finally speak," he continued "you will proclaim your 
love for me." He smiled, and activated the silver 
plastic box wired to Melody’s tender pink nipples. 

***

The machine was Paul’s favorite technical achievement. 
He had worked for months to perfect it, matching 
formulae for torque and speed against practical 
considerations, devising the self-lubricating dildo 
probes and the micro-motors within each plastic 
penetrator. By far, the crowning touch were the sensors 
in each dildo. As Melody’s muscles began to contract 
during deep orgasm, the sensors would trigger the 
machine to increase speed and depth of stroke. 

At the peak of climax, these same sensors would trigger 
rapid rotation and vibration in each probe. The heavy-
duty motor in the machine ensured that the fuck could 
continue for hours without the system overheating.

Paul again checked the views through both cameras. 
Satisfied, he smiled at his captive. "Darling, I have 
programmed the machine to fuck you for two hours or so. 
You’ll notice that you’ll get fucked faster and faster 
as the minutes wear on, and the electricity to your 
tits will also increase in intensity. Enjoy, baby. I’m 
off to lunch and a smoke." Laughing softly, the man 
walked from the room.

She awoke next to him in the big bed, her nakedness now 
partially covered by a luxurious satin sheet. He was 
behind her, his strong arms around her waist, gently 
stroking a nipple with his strong, manicured fingers. 
He kissed her neck then, softly whispering love and 
pride into her ear. 

"You were very good, darling. I watched you on the 
monitor, as you came so hard, over and over!" He 
chuckled, pressing his thick cock deeper into her taut 
rectum. Melody sighed, her hands moving to stroke her 
pouting cunny and throbbing clitoris. 

"I love you, Paul!" She moaned her climax between the 
words, and Paul felt his own orgasm build, his semen 
firing deep into her.

She was in her car. She looked again at the entrance to 
the police station. A part of her wanted him to be 
arrested, jailed, punished. A part of her wanted to 
find him, to love him again.

She lit a cigarette, thoughtful. She thought of how he 
had treated her, how he had taken away her choices, how 
he had abused her, and how in the end, she had been so 
intensely pleasured. Her emotions were a twisted, 
confused blur, and she couldn’t decide what to do. She 
pulled again at the cigarette, gazing at the police 
station, her hand tapping idly on the steering wheel.

After a few moments thought, smiling grimly, she opened 
the door to the car and walked briskly toward the 
entrance to the police station, her cigarette 
smoldering like hurt, like confusion, like love in the 
gutter.

Postlogue

The police found the garage. It was empty, all evidence 
of the torture chamber removed, the floors swept clean, 
the bed, cameras, bench, lights all gone.

His alibi had held, smirking male friends swearing that 
Paul had been with them the previous day, helping one 
of them move furniture. 

"We believe your story, Melody," the cheerful lady-cop 
had said. "But, in the total absence of evidence, 
there’s nothing we can do. Your rape kit results from 
the hospital were a total negative, and we found no DNA 
or other evidence with which to bring charges. I’m 
sorry." Melody smiled inwardly. "Me too."

She was on the edge of comprehension, her face an 
unexpected smile as she stepped into the broad macadam 
surface of the parking lot outside the police 
headquarters. He was smart. He had known what she 
needed, had given it to her knowing that she would need 
to frame it as an unwanted violation, smart enough to 
escape criminal prosecution. He was smart enough for 
her to love. 

The key made a sound like handcuffs closing as she 
inserted it and started her car. The angelic smile 
painting her face suddenly broadened into a full grin.

Maybe she’d go and fuck her boyfriend, then show up at 
Paul’s for coffee the next morning. She’d wear her 
really cute mini and halter top, no bra, no panties, 
maybe freshly-shaven. She’d tease him with more stories 
of her hot sex life. Who knew? Maybe he’d set up the 
garage again.

END

Author’s note: The story you have just read is totally 
fictitious. Nothing like that ever happened in my 
garage, honest.

The author in no way condones rape and violence toward 
women. This was a fantasy, get it? 

People who play with bondage, discipline and 
sadomasochism (BDSM) should always play by the rules: 
Consent, Sanity, Safety and Love. 

Use of electrical devices as described in the preceding 
story could potentially be dangerous. Applying the TENS 
unit to the nipples as described could be lethal. 
Before using electricity as part of sex play, know, 
understand and practice safety first. If precautions 
are taken, use of a violet wand and electro-sex 
generators can be fun and intensely pleasurable, but 
please play safely and only with your "victim’s" 
consent.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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