Marie woke with a start. She could see or hear nothing, it was totally dark and totally silent. What was it that woke her she wondered, then it started to come to her. The bed felt wrong, this wasn't her bed. There was a funny smell and the blankets felt rough, she decided to get up and try to find out where she was.
As she moved she felt the tug against her wrists and ankles and a tinkle of chain. She jerked her arms wildly and found they were secured by soft cuffs attached to lengths of chain, her ankles were bound likewise. For a few frantic, panicked minutes she thrashed around screaming until her throat was sore and her wrists hurt. Finally she flopped back hopelessly on the bed and tried to recall how she got here.
Last night she had been at a party, she had been very drunk she recalled and there was something else. There had been a man, someone she had chatted to often on online kink sites. She had told him of her fantasy of being kidnapped and held captive by a crazy sadist who tortured and tormented her over days or weeks and they had chatted endlessly over this scenario. But he took her seriously? Why? That wasn't her intention at all, sure she had made it sound that way often, how much she wished it could actually happen but that was just to spice up the chat and make it more interesting. Surely he knew that?
With a deep feeling of dread she realised no, he had taken her at her word and now here she was, still dressed it seemed in her party clothes from last night and chained to a bed in dark room. Her heart thumped in her chest so hard it was making her head hurt, the stuff they discussed was seriously nasty. Real torture, real pain and humiliation, long periods of imprisonment. She began to cry as the reality crushed in on her, she was his captive now, he would do those terrible things to her. She sobbed for hours until she fell asleep on the rough bed, sore and exhausted.
She woke again slowly opening her eyes, the room was brightly lit now. Her worst fears confirmed, there he stood smiling at her. Immediately she started to scream her protests at him but immediately realised that had been part of the game, she always protested against her capture so why would he take any notice now? He didn't. In fact he ignored her totally instead he pulled the ankle chains through their loops at the foot of her bed until her feet were spread to each corner and no slack remained. He then did the same with her wrist chains pulling them tight until her wrists were spread to to the top corners of the bed.
It was a large king size bed so in effect she was now spread eagled only able to wriggle around slightly. He watched her like this for a few minutes as she continued to protest and scream in futile rage. He then climbed onto the bed beside her and ran his hands over her starting at each foot and running up her things across her belly and over her tits. He did this several times then took a large knife from beside the bed and proceeded to cut her skirt from hem to waist up the centre then continued to slice her shirt the same way. He pulled the fabric apart on each side and admired the pale skin of her voluptuous body revealed to him.
Using the same knife he then split her panties at each hip and pulled the tattered pair from between her legs. She had gone quiet while he used the knife but now found her voice again, turning to face her he spoke for the first time, "I've heard enough of that!" he said simply and quickly forced the balled up panties into her mouth then ran a length of gaffer tape over them. She half gagged then tried to scream but only a muffled squawk came out. He turned his attention back to her freshly exposed cunt with its neatly trimmed pubic hair.
Marie never shaved or waxed totally but she liked to keep herself trimmed around the edges so she didn't get stray hairs outside her pantie line. As he shifted around on the bed to kneel between her spread legs she recalled all the horrible ideas they had discussed on what he would do with her most intimate girl parts. He turned around a few times retrieving things from a trolley he had positioned beside the bed and she strained to try and see what he was doing. He stood up and using a digital camera took several photos of her including quite a few close up between her legs. He then knelt down again and held up for her to see a large pair of linesmen's pliers. Panic struck, she remembered this!
To be continued...
As she moved she felt the tug against her wrists and ankles and a tinkle of chain. She jerked her arms wildly and found they were secured by soft cuffs attached to lengths of chain, her ankles were bound likewise. For a few frantic, panicked minutes she thrashed around screaming until her throat was sore and her wrists hurt. Finally she flopped back hopelessly on the bed and tried to recall how she got here.
Last night she had been at a party, she had been very drunk she recalled and there was something else. There had been a man, someone she had chatted to often on online kink sites. She had told him of her fantasy of being kidnapped and held captive by a crazy sadist who tortured and tormented her over days or weeks and they had chatted endlessly over this scenario. But he took her seriously? Why? That wasn't her intention at all, sure she had made it sound that way often, how much she wished it could actually happen but that was just to spice up the chat and make it more interesting. Surely he knew that?
With a deep feeling of dread she realised no, he had taken her at her word and now here she was, still dressed it seemed in her party clothes from last night and chained to a bed in dark room. Her heart thumped in her chest so hard it was making her head hurt, the stuff they discussed was seriously nasty. Real torture, real pain and humiliation, long periods of imprisonment. She began to cry as the reality crushed in on her, she was his captive now, he would do those terrible things to her. She sobbed for hours until she fell asleep on the rough bed, sore and exhausted.
She woke again slowly opening her eyes, the room was brightly lit now. Her worst fears confirmed, there he stood smiling at her. Immediately she started to scream her protests at him but immediately realised that had been part of the game, she always protested against her capture so why would he take any notice now? He didn't. In fact he ignored her totally instead he pulled the ankle chains through their loops at the foot of her bed until her feet were spread to each corner and no slack remained. He then did the same with her wrist chains pulling them tight until her wrists were spread to to the top corners of the bed.
It was a large king size bed so in effect she was now spread eagled only able to wriggle around slightly. He watched her like this for a few minutes as she continued to protest and scream in futile rage. He then climbed onto the bed beside her and ran his hands over her starting at each foot and running up her things across her belly and over her tits. He did this several times then took a large knife from beside the bed and proceeded to cut her skirt from hem to waist up the centre then continued to slice her shirt the same way. He pulled the fabric apart on each side and admired the pale skin of her voluptuous body revealed to him.
Using the same knife he then split her panties at each hip and pulled the tattered pair from between her legs. She had gone quiet while he used the knife but now found her voice again, turning to face her he spoke for the first time, "I've heard enough of that!" he said simply and quickly forced the balled up panties into her mouth then ran a length of gaffer tape over them. She half gagged then tried to scream but only a muffled squawk came out. He turned his attention back to her freshly exposed cunt with its neatly trimmed pubic hair.
Marie never shaved or waxed totally but she liked to keep herself trimmed around the edges so she didn't get stray hairs outside her pantie line. As he shifted around on the bed to kneel between her spread legs she recalled all the horrible ideas they had discussed on what he would do with her most intimate girl parts. He turned around a few times retrieving things from a trolley he had positioned beside the bed and she strained to try and see what he was doing. He stood up and using a digital camera took several photos of her including quite a few close up between her legs. He then knelt down again and held up for her to see a large pair of linesmen's pliers. Panic struck, she remembered this!
To be continued...
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