Gwen couldn’t remember how she had gotten into this situation. The last thing she recalls was having a drink with her co-workers at the bar celebrating the new girl’s birthday. Now she was in total darkness.
As she came to, she realized that she was seated in a wooden chair. Her feet were ties to the legs of the chair while her arms were bound straight out to her sides, attached to a post of some sort. Around her waist was a thick leather belt and her neck was encircled by a band of metal, apparently fastened to the back of the chair since she couldn’t move her neck forward or backwards. She was also naked and had a large gag wedged into her mouth.
She heard a scratching sound and then a tiny flare of light that dropped to the floor. When it struck something, the whole room flooded with light from the small bonfire that was started by the falling match. From the shadows she heard a man’s voice.
“The light that you are enjoying comes courtesy of your
clothing that you will not be needing any time soon.
You don’t remember anything after
With that the fire died down and with it the light. There was a sound of a door opening and closing again but she couldn’t tell if anyone had left or had more people entered.
She panicked and tried to think of what the man was talking about. She struggled against her bonds but to no avail. She was trapped. The chair she was strapped to wasn’t uncomfortable, but being held immobile was causing her muscles to ache a bit. That wasn’t her main problem however, she really needed to pee.
The voice spoke up again. “You might as well let yourself go. I can tell what’s on your mind by the way you’re squirming. After all you drank last night you’re probably running on full tanks by now. By now you’re wondering how I know this. The darkness is more for your benefit than for ours. This room is flooded by infrared LED lights and thus really brightens up the room for those of us who have night vision equipment. I can see by the way your pussy is clenching that you’re trying desperately to hold it in. Fell free to let it go, the cameras are rolling and we’ll be able to enjoy watching this over and over for days. We might even release it to the internet for the perverts of the world, myself included, to enjoy. Or hold it for a while longer if you can, it’s all the same to me and I’ll get the footage I want.”
The voice went silent and the door opened and closed again. She could feel herself blushing knowing that her situation was being watched and filmed. She imagined that she could feel the eyes of her captors watching her. She listened intently to see if she could hear any sign of her captor still being in the room with her but she couldn’t hear anything besides the beating of her own heart and the slight noise she was making on the chair as she was trying to keep it in. For what seemed like an eternity she held it in and kept from embarrassing herself further all the while hearing nothing but the deafening roar of silence.
<drip>
She heard the sound of water dropping.
<drip>
There it was again. Over and over she heard the sounds of water falling. The sound was coming faster and faster until it sounded like rain on the branches of the forest. In a moment of irrelevance she realized that this sounded an awful lot like her white-noise machine beside her bed. As if it wasn’t hard to hold it in before this was becoming a torture. She couldn’t stand it any more and she let go. She felt a mixture of different emotions. Relief that her bladder was emptying, urgency that it wasn’t going fast enough, embarrassment in knowing that people were watching her, and fear for what they would do to her for pissing on the floor.
Again the voice, “I was beginning to worry about you. Had you not gone soon I would have had a catheter put in you.” The voice chuckled to itself, “Imagine the embarrassment that would have caused you. Not being to control when you go. I could clamp the hose and you’d just fill up and up till I decided to let you have relief. Or I could just let it open and amuse myself with the fact that you couldn’t stop yourself. Don’t worry about the mess; your chair is on top of a grate leading to the drains. We don’t want you to have poor hygiene and get sick. You are too valuable to us right now. You are the only way we have to make sure your husband plays ball.”
She felt something soft and wet brushing against her pussy. A finger dallied for a moment on her clit. “There now, we have you cleaned up nicely.”
She then felt something push into her ass and sit there. It felt weird but not uncomfortable. Then it felt even weirder. It was getting bigger inside her. Another something outside her ass was getting larger too. She couldn’t push it out, it was there to stay. “A little something to surprise you in the morning,” the voice said. “I’m going to take that nasty gag out of your mouth. Don’t bother trying to scream, the walls are soundproofed.” The gag was removed and she tried to talk but couldn’t because her throat was parched. A straw was pressed to her lips and she drank heavily. Then everything grew a bit hazy and she passed out. The last thing she remembered was the sound of the tune her captor was humming idly to himself
She awoke some time later to a strange sensation. There was warm water flowing into her ass. She struggled to push the nozzle out of her ass once again but to no avail. The balloon inside of her was too large to push out. Between that and the one inflated outside her body, they were keeping a tight seal so she couldn’t expel the water. She was getting quite full now and it was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She started to whimper a little bit as she tried to fight the enema, trying to push the water back through the nozzle.
<click>
“By now I’ve gotten the hose clamped shut so you’re stuck with all that water until I’m done with you.” She moaned a little bit. A pair of hands came from behind her and started to caress her distended belly. “Why are you doing this?” she whispered.
“Simple. Your husband is a powerful senator and he is behind a bill that we don’t want to see passed. It would…hinder our plans to gain control of the drug lords in the area. By capturing you we have proved that he can be touched by our influence, and by filming you in bondage and enjoying yourself, we have further hold over him. Pictures of the Senator’s wife in a porno film would be detrimental to his campaign. Hell we might even groom him to be President. How would that sound to you, First Lady Gwen? Has a nice ring to it don’t you think?”
“But I’m not enjoying this…”
“It really doesn’t matter, this is a bondage scene. The one who is captured isn’t supposed to look like they’re enjoying themselves. At least not at first...”
And with that she felt one of the hands drop down and start caressing her pussy. She tried to close her legs but she couldn’t. Her womanhood was wide open and helpless to stop his advances. His fingers circled her hole slowly. She tried to think of something else but the whole situation was erotic to her. She had often fantasized about this very thing happening to her. In spite of everything she was getting wet.
“You see, this can be pleasant if you’re in the right frame of mind.” The voice from behind her said. His now wet fingers started teasing her clit. Brushing it lightly at first, then rubbing and pinching it. She was getting excited. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She squirted.
“My, my, my, you are enjoying this aren’t you? I haven’t seen a woman squirt that much since the last time I played with my wife.” And his fingers kept at it. He was an artist. His fingers alternated between her lips, siding deeper into her pussy, and rubbing her clit. He seemed to have the knack for bring her to the very edge, hold her there for a while, then slow down just enough to keep her from cumming.
“Please, I need to cum.” She pleaded.
“What did you say?”
“Please, I want to cum.” The sensation was getting intense.
“How badly do you want it?”
“Badly. Please I need to cum”
“Are you enjoying this?”
Again she squirted. “Yes, I am enjoying this…please I can’t stand this, I want to cum, please I need to cum. I’m begging you, can I cum…oh god…please…cum…need…god…cum” She wasn’t able to think straight. Her captor had her on the edge and was keeping her there. She couldn’t take it any more.
“Then cum.” The voice said just as she was engulfed by wave after wave of pleasure. She screamed and moaned as she writhed within her bonds. She came over and over again, her captor’s fingers relentlessly rubbing her clit until she was spent. The nozzle was deflated and pulled out. All the water she had been holding gushed out of her but she didn’t care. As scary as this was, that was one of the best orgasms she’d had in a while. She was so drained that she barely noticed the way her captor was humming to himself as he sprayed her down with water, cleaning her off. She slipped into a deep sleep once again.
When she awoke she found herself in a different position. She was on her back on a padded table. Her legs and feet were held apart by a set of metal shackles bolted onto the table. Her hands and arms were likewise held down. There was a pillow of some sort under the small of her back, holding her naughty bits in the air. This time there was light and she could see a figure calmly sitting down at a table idly surfing the web on his laptop, stopping every now and again to jot down a note.
“Ah!” said the figure. “You’re awake. Good. Now we can have some more fun. For a start you are much too fuzzy down there to please some of us. It’s time you were shaved. The figure turned to face her, his face was coverred by a piece of cloth. He grabed a small bag near his desk and walked towards her exposed flesh. Reachng into the bag he removed a straight razor. “Now my dear, considering that we’re not using a nice safety razor you might want to reconsider squirming around. I’m into humiliation and bondage, not pain. However if you do squirm I will not stop shaving you…just a little something to keep in mind.”
Gwen was paralized with fear as he removed more things from the bag. There was a strop, the shaving gel and a bottle of something she couldn’t recognize. She jumped! He had squireted her with the shaving gel straight from the can. “A litle cold for you?” her captor chuckled as he spread the gel all over her pussy. He flicked open the blade with the casual grace of someone who does this for a living and he slowly moved it to her unprotected mound. She whimpered. She couldn’t see what was going on but she could feel the blade moving around, scraping against her skin. The blade was cold but her captor’s hands were warm. She started to relax when she realized that as long as she didn’t move it didn’t hurt. She didn’t feel any pain and with the way her captor was massaging her it actually felt good. She started to let her mind drift.
She came back with a shock. Again something cold was sprayed onto her pussy. She could smell roses. She spoke in a whisper hoping not to annoy or startle the man. “What is that you’re putting on?” The figure looked up suddenly then went back to rubbing the stuff in. “It’s just a little something to help prevent those annoying bumps. My clients want to see virgin smooth and not hastily trimmed, red, bumpy and stubbly.” He then came over to her head and placed a straw in her mouth. She took a sip. It was soda so she drank until it was all gone. She watched as her captor started putting things back into his bag, humming a little tune as he worked. She started to feel drowsy then drifted off into a deep sleep.
She awoke to the smell of food. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a cell of some sort stretched out on a little cot. She was still naked, but her hands and feet were free. She looked around some more and saw the source of the smell. In a little alcove in the wall of her cell was a tray of food and it smelled wonderful. The only problem was the fact that the food was behind a wire mesh too small for her to get her hands into. There was a note on the wall under the food.
By now you’ve been
here long enough to be hungry. I apologize that I’m unable to oversee this part
of the filming myself but I’m sure that properly motivated you can take care of
this scene all by yourself. On the wall on the other side of the cot you will
find a dildo attached to the wall. It’s made of stone and so will be a little
on the cold side. The objective is pretty simple. All you have to do is get on
your hands and knees and fuck the stone dick until you can warm it up enough to
trigger the lock on the food. Then you can eat. I’d imagine that this shouldn’t
take more than 20 minutes of effort on your part to get it up to body
temperature.
Now I’m not sure if
you’re thinking of this but in case you are…Yes, you could probably sit there
with the dildo in your pussy and do nothing until the trigger goes off but
first of all where would be the fun in that for you. You’re going to have
something strong, hard, and unflagging inside of you so you might as well enjoy
it. On the other hand I’d have to say that the more compelling of reasons not
to sit there like a bored housewife with a tiny-dicked husband, counting
ceiling tiles is the simple fact that I will review the tape and if I’m not
satisfied with the results…Well, I have ways of keeping a woman in a heightened
state of arousal and never letting you
cum.
My current record is
12 days…you might want to keep that in mind.
I only require some
good action. You may use your pussy or your ass, I’m not picky.
Sighing to herself she backed against the stone pecker on the wall. She slowly inched it inside her already drippig pussy. She thought about just sitting there doing nothing and taking the punishment, but it felt good…if a little cold. She started pumping away. It felt SO good and she started squirting and cumming. She gave it all she was worth. She came, she screamed, she moaned. She slipped off the dildo and backed into it but missed. It went straight into her ass. She gasped! She had never had anything that big inside her ass before and it hurt. She collapsed clutching the bedding and biting her lip to keep from screaming, her ass still impaled on the rocky member. The pain started to lessen…it was more shock than real pain anyway. She got back on her hands and tentativly gave it a little pump. It felt different, but strangly fulfilling. She pumped at it some more. It was good. She built up a rythym and then it hit her. The first time she had ever cum from getting pounded in the ass. It caught her by surprise and she collapsed again as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. She heard a click and noticed that the food alcove was opened. She reached up and grabbed the food. She ate it with the dildo still lodged in her ass, pumping every now and again. She would eat a little bit, cum then eat a little more.
Just then a figure came into the room. It was her husband Alan. “Sorry to cut your fun short, but the clients we were expecting tomorrow are coming in today and want to see the new chastity belt in action today if possible.” He unlocked the door to her cell.
Gwen sighed “Just as I was starting to enjoy it.” She slid off the dildo and stood up taking the towel offered by her husband.
Alan stood watching his wife wiping her pussy dry “So how was your birthday present?”
“I loved it, but aren’t roofies illegal and dangerous?”
“They are, but that’s not how I put you to sleep.”
“I’ll bite, how dod you do it?”
“Remember last year when you couldn’t relax enough to sleep?”
“Yeah, we went to that psychologist who was also a hypnotherapist and he set me up with a code word that you could use to put me to sleep. I thought we had that removed…”
“Actually I slipped him a grand to leave it in place but change the trigger to my voice humming ‘Tubular Bells’.”
“Clever…ok I feel better knowing that you didn’t drug the shit out of me. So is this the demo where I’m going to be playing tennis with Vicky wearing nothing but the belt?”
“Yeppers, you and Vic will both be in a belt. Oh and by the way, we’re going to be stopping at 7-11 to get you a Big Gulp. Vicky is still a little too shy to demonstrate how easy it is to wiz in the belt and how to clean it up afterwards.”
Sighing “Ok, let me get dressed we’ll head over to the shop.” And she started walking up the stairs.
End
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