Chapter 1 Captured!
Friday night, date night, party night, have
a good time night, but not this Friday night! On a normal Friday night I would
have been out with my friends enjoying myself, laughing, dancing, having a good
time, but not this Friday night. Although less than a mile from one of my
favorite night spots, a trendy nightclub in a renovated warehouse, this Friday
night would not find me having fun with my friends, not this Friday night. This
Friday night would instead find me still at work, but this Friday night would
not find me laboring away at my desk. This Friday night would find me in a long
forgotten storage room, in a long forgotten corner of a long forgotten
sub-basement deep beneath the ancient warehouse where my stepfather ran his
furniture liquidation business. This Friday night would find me bound and
gagged, naked and helpless, kidnapped, and held prisoner by my own stepfather!
Balanced precariously atop five-inch,
needle thin, stiletto heel pumps, padded ankle straps, each linked by a pair of
short chains pulled tight and anchored to eyebolts sunk deep into the filthy
concrete floor held my legs spread wide. Identical wrist tethers, again linked
by twin chains but connected to a pair of winches bolted to the rafters high
above dragged my arms high over my head. As if drawn on some sort of bizarre
medieval rack the mechanical hoist provided the irresistible power to wrench me
into a taut standing spread-eagle. A thin sheen of perspiration glistened on every
inch of my naked body, the pressure exerted by my stepfather’s cruel stretching
apparatus considerable.
A thick, heavy, black, rubber cock gag
muzzled me into silence. Forced deep into my mouth by a wide, thickly padded,
leather strap that wrapped around my head, it buckled securely in the back
keeping the plug locked in my mouth allowing me only muzzled grunts and groans.
I moaned behind the rubber stopper and tried to adjust my stretched body to a
more comfortable position, but the stringent fetters that held my naked body so
tightly drawn denied me even a modicum of relief as I wiggled against the
unyielding straps. Stripped of not only my clothes but my dignity as well,
bare, and completely exposed to the cool air of his squalid, subterranean
torture chamber my stepfather had my naked body strung up like a side of meat
on display in a showcase window. I squirmed futilely to free myself from the
tightly fitted bindings so expertly applied by my stepfather! The thought of
what the old pervert could do to me, would do to me, his own helpless
stepdaughter filled me with terror.
A rough hemp rope resembling a sisal garter
belt girdled my waist. Tied tightly behind me with the knot centered in the
small of my back just above my bare bottom, the heavy twine threaded down the
crack of my derričre, then forward between my anchored legs where it turned up
and ran over a pulley suspended from a rafter. A single knot tied so very
carefully and placed with painstaking attention by my stepfather rode on my
sensitive button cruelly.
From the rope's end an old galvanized five
gallon bucket dangled a few inches above the filthy concrete floor. The dark
brown fetid ooze that for years leaked from an overhead sewer pipe and
collected in a puddle on the floor now collected slowly into the hanging
receptacle. After almost an hour less than an inch of brown slime covered the
bottom of the old metal pail, but it filled relentlessly, and grew heavier,
drop by drop by steady drop from the slowly leaking pipe. I could see, hear, and
almost feel each and every drip as it splashed into the waiting bucket.
Each driblet that fell into the bucket
increased the container’s weight by only a minuscule amount, but the gathering
weight of the putrid sludge pulled the rough, sisal rope tighter and deeper
into my vulnerable crotch, pressing the strategically placed knot ever harder
against my bruised button. I could arch myself forward within the limits of my
bondage to relieve some of the building strain, but I did not, quite the
opposite in fact. Although it pulled the already taut rope even deeper into my
tender flesh, I thrust my hips not forward but back, pushing my bare bottom
hard against a square metal plate positioned directly behind me.
Mounted on a heavy duty stand and adjusted
to the perfect height, the plate in reality formed the actuator of a large
switch, a spring loaded switch that pushed back against my bare derričre with
substantial force. Twin wires trailed from the switch to a black box setting on
a rusted cart next to me. A second pair of conductors snaked from the black box
up to my defenseless breasts where tiny clamps crimped onto my nipples held the
bare ends of the filaments securely in place.
If I moved my hips enough to allow the
metal switch plate to come forward even the tiniest amount, a circuit would
complete sending raw electricity boiling through the thin wires to the metal
clamps on my nipples! So I thrust my bottom backwards, even as the rope, and
the bucket, and the ever increasing weight of brown ooze strained to pull it
forward, even as the pungent brew leaking from the pipe overhead slowly, but
inexorably filled the bucket making it heavier and heavier, drop by drop by
drop.
As if the strain of holding back the ever
growing weight of the bucket wasn't enough to keep me occupied, my stepfather
added to my task by sliding a well lubricated vibrator into my pussy. Kept in
place by the coarse crotch rope buried between my thighs and like the clamps on
my nipples and the switch pressing against my derričre, the vibrator too
connected to the black box on the cart by yet another pair of wires.
My stepfather ran his piercing blue eyes
appreciatively over my naked body, exploring me thoroughly and in great detail
as I burned in abject humiliation under his unwavering, frank appraisal. I
grunted hard behind my gag but he ignored the unintelligible moans and groans
trapped behind the muzzle and concentrated on his examination of my stretched
naked body. Mortified beyond words I could only squirm helplessly against my
restraints as he circled me slowly, leering at me in a way no stepfather should
ever look at his stepdaughter!
After several long, slow circuits, he
stopped in front of me and leaned nonchalantly against an ancient, rusting
metal desk. "It looks to me as if you are in quite a fix My Dear," my
stepfather drawled innocently, still running his eyes over my naked body as I
squirmed under the old bastard’s penetrating stare. I watched as my stepfather
offhandedly fished a pack of Marlboros from his shirt pocket, stuck one between
his lips, and lit it. He drew the smoke deep into his lungs and blew it out in
a long blue cloud then threw the pack on the desk.
“You can’t escape My Dear.” He said softly,
but in a tone that underlined the surety of his statement. I felt my stomach
sink knowing the truth of the old pervert’s words. No matter how much I
strained and pulled at my restraints I couldn’t gain even a millimeter of slack
much less escape them! His steely cold eyes bore into me as he added in a quiet
but sinister tone that sent a chill of fear chasing up and down my spine,
“Nobody knows that you are down here, nobody that is but me. If I were you I
wouldn’t hold out any false hope of a rescue.”
Retrieving my lacy panties from the floor
as if they were a lady’s favor, my stepfather passed them under his nose,
inhaling gently as if sampling a perfumed lady’s hankie. “You know what I want
from you, don’t you My Dear?” He asked softly
Even as I stared at my stepfather in shock
and labored to hold back the ever increasing weight of the bucket, the vibrator
buried deep inside of me came to life again, purring ever so gently! “Noooommmmmpppphhhhhh!!! PLSSSSSSS!!!!!! DNT!!!!! PLSSSSSSS!!!!!
PLSSSSSSS!!!!! STP!! GDDD! PLSSSSSSS STP!!!!! Noooommmmmpppphhhhhh!!!” I
begged behind my gag in the futile hope that that my stepfather would take pity
and spare me, but he just smirked, watching me eagerly, watching me with relish
obvious in his eyes.
For the second time the devious apparatus
worked to distract me from my unyielding task of holding the actuator down. I
knew from my first experience how the vibrator worked me slowly, but inevitably
into a frenzy, manipulating me relentlessly until it finally pushed me over the
edge to a thunderous orgasm! Moaning helplessly as spasm after spasm of pure
ecstasy wracked my stretched body, my hips jerked uncontrollably at the surging
pleasure, releasing the switch that I strained to hold down with my bare
derričre. The fierce electric pain pumped into my wired nipples by the
diabolical little black box remained all too fresh in my mind, and now it began
again!
The pitch increased to a hum, and I moaned
despite myself, pushing my hips back harder into the switch, grinding against
it, trying desperately to ignore the growing, but insistent buzzing between my
legs. My body glistened with sweat as I focused on my task with grim
determination. But I could not fight the irresistible stimulation between my
widespread legs forever, and despite my best efforts, the vibrator soon began
to have its inevitable effect on me. I bit down hard on the gag in my mouth and
tried to endure the throbbing stimulation in my pussy without moving, pushing
back against the switch with all of the effort I could manage!
Even as the demanding tool worked me into a
froth I tried to remain absolutely still, tried not to breath too heavily,
tried not to squirm, tried not to let my legs quiver and tried desperately not
to release the switch pressing against my bare bottom! I moaned into the thick
penis gag strapped about my head knowing that if I did move I would set off the
switch and have to endure the torment of fierce electric shocks delivered to my
breasts while struggling to depress the switch if I ever hoped to stop the high
voltage punishment!
The muscles in my legs trembled, I willed
myself not to shake. The black box cranked the pitch up yet another notch and
the vibrator throbbed with the intensity of a B29 hurtling down the runway on a
short take off run. I moaned, I whimpered, I mewled, every fiber of my being
begging me to pump my hips on the vibrator as my inevitable orgasm neared.
Escape from the ultra tight bindings and the irresistible pressure building
between my legs would be absolutely impossible, my stepfather had seen to that!
With every muscle in my harnessed body
tensed to the breaking point, I managed to hold out for several long minutes
against the vibrator’s insistent stimulation before I could resist no longer
and a massive orgasm ripped through my stretched body. Even as I willed myself
not to squirm, my pussy convulsed frantically around the droning vibrator again
and again and again, each time harder and with greater force. I moaned, fought
the churning in my pussy, battling to keep my hips still, but could not! As my
orgasm reached its peak I could not keep my hips from bucking and squirming as
I came and came and came. I wailed first in pleasure... then in pain!
"AAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!! PLSSSSSSS!!!! GDDDD!!! PLSSSS!! STP!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!!!! STP!!!
STPP!!! NOOOOMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!! DNT!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!! PLSSSSSSS!! PLSSSSSSS STP!!!!!!!!
PLSSSSSSS!!!! GDD!!! PLSSSSS!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!! NOOOOMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!! DNT!!! AAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!! PLSSSSS!!!!! STP!!!
PLSSSSSSS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
STPP!!! GDD!!! PLSSSSS!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!! DNT!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!! PLSSSSS!!! NOOOOMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
I wrenched violently against my unyielding
restraints, writhing and squirming frantically, straining mightily with every
ounce of strength I could muster to escape the brutally intense electric agony
that poured into my nipples. I threw back my head and shrieked to the cold,
uncaring, concrete walls of my dungeon, fighting to control my writhing hips,
striving to force my derričre back against the metal plate to end the brutal
flood of electricity surging into my nipples even as my orgasm wracked my body!
The fierce nipple punishment seemed to last
a lifetime and only after a tremendous effort did I manage to gain control of
my jerking hips and thrust my bottom back against the switch depressing it to
disconnect the high voltage agony. Dripping with sweat I hung limp in my bonds
as the last shreds of my orgasm jerked at my body, but I remained aware enough
to keep pressure on the plate with my fanny. I breathed raggedly around the gag
packed in my mouth moaning in pain and dread anticipation, knowing full well
that it would be only a matter of time before the vibrator started purring
again. Through it all, the bucket continued to fill with brown ooze, laboring
harder with each falling drop to pull my hips forward and off the switch!
My stepfather slowly and very deliberately
drew his finger lightly across the inside of my drenched thigh, gathering the
dew of my orgasm as if skimming a finger full of icing from a cake. I shivered
in revulsion, the old deviate’s touch never failed to make my skin crawl. As I
recoiled in horror, whimpering behind my gag, I burned with shame, unable to
tear my eyes away from him as breathed in the aroma of the moistness, my
moistness, much as a man samples the aroma of a fine cigar. Curling his tongue
my stepfather then slid the glistening wetness, my glistening wetness, into his
mouth to taste the essence of me! He rolled the slippery elixir around in his
mouth for several seconds as if it were a fine wine, then my stepfather’s voice
fell to a hushed whisper as he said quietly, “Sweet as the finest honey My
Dear, just as sweet as nectar. Are you still quite certain that you don’t know
what I want from you?”
I felt a sick feeling wash over me knowing
exactly what the sadistic old pervert wanted from me! He smirked at my
discomfort and added casually. “I’m quite certain that few hours spent with
your thighs locked around my head, will do both of us a world of good. So tell
me, have you had enough yet, My Dear?” Still panting around my gag I met my
stepfather’s eyes and glared at him. The old sleaze smiled at me but the smile
held no warmth as he responded, “Very well then My Dear. Perhaps all that you
need is some time in which to consider your options. In the meantime, while you
contemplate your decision, I believe that I will dine at Chez François.”
Dinner at Chez François! I knew that meant
at least three, maybe four hours! Dear God in Heaven! I shook my head
frantically, grunting desperately behind my gag, begging my stepfather to
release me but he had no such intentions! The sadistic old bastard fully
intended to leave me bound and gagged, naked and helpless in his torture
chamber to punish me while he enjoyed a sumptuous dinner!
“And for a change I won’t be ordering
dessert this evening My Dear,” he said winking at me and running the tip of his
tongue along his upper lip slowly and lecherously as I shivered in disgust. “I
believe that by the time I return you will more than happy to provide me with
the sweetest of all after dinner liqueurs.”
I stared at my stepfather in shocked
disbelief as he turned on his heel to walk away, but before he reached the door
he stopped as if remembering something. He turned back to face me and in a
quiet but menacing voice added, “And in the unlikely event that you aren’t ready
to serve dessert, I intend to return with a razor strap. Perhaps a vigorous
application of a leather strap to your bare young bottom will help persuade you
to change your mind!”
I moaned behind my gag, my knees almost
giving out as I stared at him in rising horror. Surely he couldn’t be serious!
Dear God in Heaven surely my stepfather wouldn’t whip me! But even as that
faint hope flittered though my brain I somehow knew it to be a forlorn one. One
look at the insanity filling the feral cold eyes told me otherwise!
Even as my stepfather turned and walked
toward the steel door that sealed my dungeon from the outside world, even as I
labored to hold back the ever increasing weight of the bucket, even as the
vision of my insane stepfather wielding a razor strap filled my mind's eye, the
vibrator buried between my legs came to life, purring ever so gently. My
stepfather chuckled evilly at the sound and I watched helpless as he opened the
heavy steel door, walked out, and shut it with a resounding slam. I could hear
my stepfather’s key, the only key, working the lock from the outside sealing me
in the dungeon even as the vibrator began to purr vigorously!
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