Captured

It was late August, the Crater of Diamonds was in its death throes for the tourist season. J.W. Gould pulled in to the parking lot of the Crater not expecting much to happen. He wasn’t even sure why he was here. Well, that wasn’t exactly true, he knew why, just didn’t have much hope of being able to pull it off.

He had gotten close once. He had almost snatched a girl from a rest stop along I-30, but lost his nerve at the very last second. Ostensibly, he was here to look for diamonds like everyone else that was wallowing in the muck of the field.

The stolen license plate belied that; as did the handcuffs bolted to the floor of the van. It was an old van, white Chevy work van. There must be a hundred million of them on the road. He had bought the van cash five years ago from a guy in Texas and never plated it. Every once in a while he would grab a plate from a similar van when he drove it prowling, but up to this point he never screwed up the real courage to do what his heart so very much desired.

Capture a slave.

At first glance as he started screening for diamonds, his prospects were slim. There was a group of five girls across the way, and then a couple halfway between him and them. Making his mind up that the trip was a waste, JW continued screening for a while.

The loud harsh voices carried across the field. Looking up it appeared to JW that four of the girls were quite upset with one, the one with the wavy black hair that fell just past her shoulders. Though it appeared he was still screening, JW was avidly listening to the five women, really two in particular.

He could not quite make out what was being said, but the tone carried clear and firm. If two guys were talking like that, punches would be flying. Suddenly, “FINE!” carried across the field and the brunette began stalking off. Giving it a couple of minutes, JW slowly took his screen and hand shovel back to the shack and worked his way to the parking lot.

She was stomping around the lot, a mini Godzilla, the gravel of the lot Tokyo for her to destroy. Opening up the back of the van he pulled a beer from the cooler and watched her as she continues stomping. She walked within a few feet of him and JW opened the cooler, “Beer?”

Barbara
5'3"
Slim and Toned, 34DD
Long, dark hair
Brown Eyes
24 years old.

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Barbara was fuming. It had been brewing since last night, and it was only to be expected that it would flare up soon. All afternoon, there was an atmosphere between the five friends, that you could cut with a knife.

This was supposed to be a big get together, before they all went in different directions, taking up job offers that scattered them to different parts of the country. Instead, it had turned in a nightmare. Amber was a bitch!! She had seen a guy the previous night, and totally thrown herself at him, getting nowhere, and when he had approaced Barbara, chatting to her, they had clicked. He'd asked for her number, and Amber had freaked out.

Barbara was feeling pig headed. Why should Amber dictate who she could talk to?? Bitch!!

She and Amber had been sniping at each other for hours, but then all the others had rowed in behind Amber. Mindless sheep, not an original thought between them.

She had called them that, and they had told her to "fuck off home" so she had said "Fine!!" and marched off. She was furious, and, truth be told, hurt. Not one of them had called her back, or come after her! Not one!! Well, if she never laid eyes on them again, it would be too soon!!

She had covered quite a portion of the muddy field now, and she was thirsty. She approached a van, seeing a handsome man standing near the rear. As she drew level, he turned to her and uttered a single word, but it the word she most needed to hear, at that moment.

"Beer??"

She looked him over. He looked nice, kind eyes, a cute smile, and she returned it.

"Love one! Thanks!!"

She stopped, and took the offered bottle of beer, and took a long slug of it, quenching her thirst quickly.

She looked up at him and smiled.

"I'm Barbara, by the way, and you are???"

JW could not believe how good looking this woman was up close. Her tits sat on her chest like melons, casting a deep shadow over her narrow waist and flat stomach. While her head was cranked back sucking down a very un-lady like amount of beer in the first quaff, he reached around to the side of the van, pulling his taser out.

"I'm Barbara, by the way, and you are???" she asked.

"Master" he whispered as he discharged the taser into her.

Her body convulsed as the electricity shorted out her muscles. He grabbed her before she fell to the gravel parking lot and helped her into the van. Working quickly, he clamped the manacles around her wrists and then closed the back doors of the van.

Quickly efficiently he pulled a satin bag over her head and secured it snugly around her neck. He then pulled his knife out and cut off her shirt, bra, pants and panties. Taking her shoes and socks off he tossed her clothes toward the back of the van. He then pulled a tie wrap out and lashed her ankles together. Once secured, he ran a cord from the tie wrap along her back and tied it to the eye hook that held the manacles to the deck of the van.

She was now hand cuffed to the deck of the van, hogtied to it, and blinded. He positioned her so that he could see her pussy in the rearview mirror of the van. Her naked body resting against the cold metal of the van's floor.

He looked down and roughly grabbed her right tit hefting its amazing mass. "Fuck me runnin. They are real." he muttered.

Stepping out of the van he picked up her purse and the beer. Looking around he was amazed and relieved that no one was in the lot, or even looking anywhere in his direction.

Getting into the van he emptied her purse onto the passenger seat and picked up her cell phone. He took the battery from the phone and wiped both parts down, removing his finger prints. He tossed the battery out of the passenger window into the ditch as he pulled onto the highway, heading in a round about way home.

The extra fuel tank would come in handy now. Straight line it was nearly three hundred miles to his house in the Ozarks, the path he had laid out was more like 600 miles.

He heard her moaning. "Listen bitch. If you talk, I will cut your tongue out. If you scream, I will kill you. Nod if you understand me."

For an instant, she thought she had misheard, but then, as electricity jolted though her, immobilising her, she knew she had not, and she knew just as certainly, that her life had just taken a turn for the worse.

Within perhaps sixty seconds, she found herself hogtied, secured to the van floor, and she had a bag over her head, preventing her from seeing anything. the metal floor of the van was cold against her skin, and it was then, she realised she was naked, her clothes cut off. She was terrified.

A wash of disbelief flooded her, and she thought that it must be a nightmare, not something actually happening to her, but the pain in her body told her otherwise.

Think! Try to think! she told herself, perhaps she had been seen, perhaps someone was, even now calling the cops. She clung to that hope, but knew otherwise. She recalled the area as she had approached him, no one had been around - her friends, and the couple she had passed were right on the periphery of the field, and it had all happened so quickly.

He had seemed to have such a nice face, kind eyes...... then it hit her. Oh God! I've seen his face! He's going to kill me!! She'd watched enough Criminal Minds to know that. He would not simply rape her and let her go ...... he'd kill her........ or keep her in a dungeon somewhere....

Perhaps someone would be able to track her by her phone, it had been in her back pack, and was switched on - hopefully he hadn't found it yet. Then she heard it, the back being removed from her phone, she knew the sound well, then later, the window opened and shut a moment later. Had he thrown out her phone, her life line, her only hope??

She began to sob, the pain in her body becoming more obvious as the initial adrenalin ebbed away.

"Please! Please let me go!" she moaned, knowing it was hopeless, but trying anyway.

"Listen bitch. If you talk, I will cut your tongue out. If you scream, I will kill you. Nod if you understand me."

She recoiled in horror, at least mentally. Physically, she couldn't move. Her breasts were pressed hard agianst the cold floor, and although she was only 108lb, it was all pressing on her tits, and the pain was becoming severe. She desperately wanted to move, to relieve the pressure, but she couldn't. Her back was arched and aching, as were her thighs, pulled back so severely that her heels reached the top of her butt, making her thighs spread wide to relieve the pressure a little.

His voice had been nothing like the pleasant, friendly one that had offered a beer, this one was dark, evil, and it sent shudders through her soul, as realisation set in that she was completely and utterly at this man's mercy. He could do anything at all to her, and she could do nothing, and she began to cry again, trying desperately to stifle her whimpering.

She needed something, anything to cling to, and she began to focus on when he would stop the van, how she would escape, make a run for it, grab any chance, no matter how slim, and get away.

JW drove in his elaborate circle for a period of two hours, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the road and the perfect ass and pussy pointed in his direction. His cock was pressing against his jeans uncomfortably. Staring at her wasn't helping on bit either.

He pulled the van off the highway and turned off the engine.

Stepping to the back of the van, JW undid his pants and let the denim fall to his ankles. He wrapped his hand around the meat of his shaft and began pulling on it slowly gently. His eyes bore into her cunt and asshole, and he imagined her pussy wrapped around it as he plunged into her depths.

JW reached down with his free hand and ran his fingers from her asshole down to her pussy. Changing the angle of his wrist slightly, JW forced his finger into her. Her pussy was dry, tight; JW rotated his wrist, not so much trying to turn her on, but to excite himself.

To that end, it worked marvelously.

His balls tightened almost immediately, pulling his finger out, JW stood and aimed his cock at the bitch's ass and pussy, then let fly. The first shot landed right in the middle of the brownish star that defined her ass. He kept his cock head close to her as he shot his load over her ass and thighs, soaking her asshole and pussy.

"Now to getcha home." JW said as he returned to the driver's seat.

Barbara felt the van move from the smooth road, to the rough ground, and she guessed he was going to stop.

Her heart hammered. This was it! This was it. He was going to rape her, kill her, dump her body. Strangely she didn't cry, she had gone beyond that. She tried to steady her breathing. Perhaps he might untie her, perhaps she might get the chance to make a break for it.

She had determined, that no matter how slim the chance to escape, she would run for it, preferring to die, trying to escape, than at his hand, on his time.

The sound of the door opening seemed unnaturally loud in the small and confined space, and with out being able to see, her other senses seemed more acute, and she thought disjointedly, that it was propably as a result of the adrenalin pumping through her system as well.

She heard the rustling of clothing, and them recoiled as his hand touched her. He ran his hand over her exposed ass, and she tried her best to close her legs to him, but tied as she was, her efforts, while painful for her, impeded him in no way.

A finger rammed into her, and her dry flesh burned. She yelped, stiflying the noises she made. He probed her pussy with his finger a few more times, and then withdrew.

"Oh my God! Here it comes, here it comes! Please no nononononononoooooooooooo!!" she thought, but no sound came out. He was going to defile her further, he would rape her. She could hear the muted sounds that suggested he was playing with himself, and she sobbed and shuddered, but made no noise, and then she felt it, the first splatter of his hot sticky seed as it landed on her tender flesh.

She jumped, but another and another and another landed, and she she felt relieved. If he was doing this - he would not rape her. Not now, at least. And given her current prediciment, she had to take every moment for what it was worth. For now, she had avoided being raped.

JW had planned to toss the phone out at a random location. We wasn't sure where that was going to be per se, but he had mapped out the entire route down to the minute. The spot that he had planned to get rid of the phone in his mind.

His excursion cost him a little time, but that was okay. He had been driving right at, or just above, the speed limit for hours.

The sun had set, it was nearly impossible for him to see the woman shackled to the van's floor but he could hear her moans, and the occasional effort trying to free herself of her bonds.

He smiled, he knew that she couldn't get out. He had tried it out on himself first and he barely made the eye bolt budge. No way a girl half his size was going to cause it the least amount of strain.

It was the last stop. An scenic overlook with a port-a-potty. When he pulled over it was long passed sunset; there was nothing to see, which also meant there was no one there. JW backed the van right up to the port-a-potty.

He got out of the van and walked to the back door of the van and opened it. Stepping inside he freed her from the eye bolt and picked her up carrying her to the port-a-potty.

He placed her rather unceremoniously on the seat, the fetid stench of the latrine making the both almost gag. She was still hand cuffed, and her ankles were bound together as well. "Now shit and piss," he said. "this is your last chance until we get home."

They had driven for hours, and she ached, her limbs craming terribly, her tits mashed into the floor of the van, hurting intensely.

She felt the slowing of the vehicle, and braced herself - this was it. He would surely untie her now, perhaps she might make a run for it. No matter how slight the opportunity, she would take it. He unfastened her for the bolts in the floor, and carried her into the temporary, outdoor toilet.

It stank. She felt her stomach revolt, and she wanted out of there, but, still being hogtied, couldnt do a thing for herself. He sat her on the toilet, and her first thoguht was for disease. This was filthy!! Left to her own devices, she would NEVER use a port a potty, never!!

She couldn't breathe though her nose - it was too acrid, too foul and offensive to her olfactory senses. Nor, however, could she breathe through her mouth. This was so filthy, she feared she would taste the stench, if she did that.

She needed to pee. She knew she did, not having used the bathroom for hours, but, with him here, watching her, she couldn't go, no matter how she tried.

"Now shit and piss,this is your last chance until we get home."

"I can't!" she whimpered to him, in response to his instruction. "I'm trying, but nothing's happening!"

Her voice quavered, as she whimpered, "I can't! I'm trying, but nothing's happening!"

He scowled in response then realized that she could not see it and damn near chuckled at himself. It was important after all to not take oneself too seriously.

His voice however belied none of that self amusement as he growled out, "Better not piss or shit in my van, bitch. IF you do, you will stay in it all night, understand?"

Lifting her easily, JW carried her into the van again. This time he laid her on her side, again securing her by hand and foot to the eye bolt. Once secured, JW took a moment to run his hands over her body.

Her skin was smooth and soft, well tended by lotion and oils. Her hands had no callouses, nary a wrinkle on her. He dwelled on her tits, caressing them. He began twisting the nipples gently, then with each twist applied more and more pressure on them until her nipples stood hard and taut.

His cold, harsh voice terrified her, but despite his warning, she could not relax her muscles enough to relieve herself. He lifted her back into the van, and she felt tears trickle down her cheeks- she had had not opportunity, not even a slight one, to escape.

This time she was secured on her side, no more comfortable than before, but at least her breasts were not taking her entire wieght. She felt his fingers trail her breasts, and she recoiled in horror. Oh plesase no! Dont rape me please, I'm not ready. Her thoughts made her giggle somewhat hysterically. Ready?? Was she ever going to be ready to be raped??

His fingers began to pinch and roll her nipples, his touch surprisingly gentle, and in no time her nipples were standing hard and proud, projecting like pencil erasers.

Suddenly, it occured to her - the port - a - potty, were they in a rest area, was it possible someone might hear her if she screamed???? No, he had carried her out, he would not have risked that surely, and she bit down on her tongue, suppressing her instinct to scream for help. He had her totally imobile, at his mercy, and she would simply bring his heavy handed retribution on her. He had threatened to cut out her tongue, and she suspected he was quite capable of that.

He could not see it, under the bag, but her face turned a deep crimson, she was humiliated at her body's reaction to him, her nipples were rock hard, and while she reasoned that it was simply a physical reaction, she still hated that he drew it from her.

The rest of the drive went smoothly. Checking the radio every once in a while he heard nothing about a girl having gone missing in Arkansas, and knew he was in the clear. Leaving the state highway, he drove the half hour along gravel roads to get to the gate to his property.

Stopping the van at the gate he got out, leaving it running, and opened the gate. Jumping back in, he drove over the cattle guard that acted as the bridge for the ditch along the road that fronted his property. One last stop he closed the gate and then worked the van up the hill to his property, avoiding the boards set in the road with nails to stop any cars coming up the path.

As he neared the top of the hill, JW could see his house and sighed in relief. It was over. He was home; he had his slave, and no one had any clue. He got out of the van and opened the side door. Unlocking the hand cuffs, JW then cut the tie wrap that had bound her ankles together. "Welcome home, bitch," he said softly, his voice bordering on warm.

She was hoping that their journey would soon end, and conversly, she hoped it would continue for ever. Her primary interest in concluding the journey was directly connected to her urgent need of the bathroom. Even though she had been unable to go when they were at the port a potty, she felt the acute need, soon after they recommenced driving. She recalled vividly his threat. "Better not piss or shit in my van, bitch. IF you do, you will stay in it all night, understand?" and she had no desire to put that threat to the test.

On the other hand, he could not drive and molest her at the same time, so the longer the journey, the longer she remained untouched, or at least, relatively untouched.

Soon the momentum of the van changed, and she felt them leave the hard road surface for something much more irregular. Her right side was taking her weight, and it became progressively more and more sore as she was bumped against the cold metal floor of the van.

Several times they stopped, and she wondered what for, and then she realised - he was opening and closing gates. The rough road surface was probably gravel, and it told her that whereever he was taking her, it was miles off the beaten track. Her heart sank futher. They must have drived for 40 minutes or more off road, and she thought it would take her the best part of two hours to run, if she was even in shape to try to escape.

Finally he spoke again:

"Welcome home, bitch,"
She made no reply, there was no point, but she thought to herself that she would accept this place as her home, over her dead body.

JW guided her toward the house carefully, avoiding some of the sharper rocks as they crossed the gravel drive into the yard. Once in the yard walking was much easier for her, completely dearth of rocks, no hazards presented themselves. He unlocked the back door, that led into the kitchen and took her to the door to the basement.

Opening the door he started her down the steps. As her foot hit the second step he removed the satin bag that had been acting as her hood and flipped on the lights to the basement. Stark white walls with a white washed concrete floor the basement gave the appearance of antiseptic, a mid fifties hospital that might be shown in the Twilight Zone TV series. Against the far wall three doors pierced the wall gaping black holes like the orbital sockets and nasal socket of a human skull.

The air was slightly chilled, in part it was below ground, and in part from the air conditioning that kept the rest of the house at a steady 68 degrees year round. In the middle of the floor of the main room was a flower box. a six foot by six foot area filled with top soil, thick and dark. At each corner a lead pipe rose, the tops of which held sprinkler heads. Midway up each pipe a chain had been welded into place, at the end of each chain, padded cuffs with a steel foundation.

As the arrived at the bottom of the stairs JW led her toward the middle and shackled her right leg to the left post closest to the stairs. Without saying a word he opened a door under the stairs and pulled a bucket out, which then tossed to her.

JW went back to the stairs and sat on the next to bottom stair and said, "Now, piss and shit in the bucket. Otherwise you will have to sleep in it all night, your choice."

Barbara listened carefully as they got out of the van, and she was lead inside what seemed to be a house. It was silent her, save for the sounds of nature, and her heart sank. They were in the middle of no where, and her chances of neighbours seeing them, calling the cops or even leaping in, and rescuing her themselves was non existant.

She walked across a floor, and then she heard a lock on a door, a brief pause, and they began down the stairs - a basement!! Suddenly, the hood was removed, and she was blinded by the light! Everything seemed white, sanitary, like a mental asylum, she thought. A sudden giggle broke her lips - how appropriate!! The giggle quickly turned to a sob as she glanced around and realised that her chances of getting out of here were virtually nil.

In an instant, she found her leg securely shackled to a metal pole, or pipe, and he thrust a bucket at her, with an order.

"Now, piss and shit in the bucket. Otherwise you will have to sleep in it all night, your choice."

She looked at the bucked with horror filled eyes, and looked up at him, her eyes sheened with tears.

"Please, allow me to use your bathroom! I promise I wont try to escape or anything, I just..... I just cant!!"

He sat ont he stairs and watched her, and she was unable to take her eyes off of his. She had thought them nice eyes, when she had first met him - how wrong she had been!!

Then the pressing need of her bladder to vent, became too much,and she quickly glanced about, and finally squatted over the bucked, peeing noisily into it. Her face filled with shame, and her nostrals were assulted by the acrid smell, as she peed on and on and on. She hung her head, and, having no toilet tissue, she shook her bottom making the clinging droplets fall into the bucket, with the remainder coating her inner thighs.

JW sat waiting ignoring her protestations that she could not, would not, be able to piss in the bucket. Time was on his side; he knew. It was only a matter of time before her need to urinate would completely overcomer her, making her do it where he wanted, or where she slept.

His sea blue eyes sparkled as she squatted and let rip with a torrential flood. Her face turned crimson from the top of her tits all the way to her hair line. For a moment, he thought about shaving her head before the next time to see if the blush went to the crown of her head.

She rocked her hips, shaking the remaining drops from her labia. He thought it a sexy move, quite erotic in its innocence, in her inherent embarrassment from being watched. "Good girl," he said warmly as he stood and took the pail taking it to the stairs and setting it down.

JW turned back to her then shoved her onto the soft topsoil in the box. "Don't move," he said. JW then shackled her other leg and two arms to the three remaining posts. He look down at the spread eagle beauty, her pussy open wide, from excitement or the position, he didn't know, or care, which.

He looked at her, standing between her feet, and said, "Tomorrow, we will begin to train you to be a good slave."

With that he turned and left the basement after grabbing the bucket.

Barbara resisted the urge to kick the bucket at him, but only just. The image filled her mind, and brought a big smile to her face, but if she did that, her triumph would be short live, and she would be at his utter mercy. More importantly, if she played docile, she might be underestimated, and get the chance to make a run for it.

Pressed back into the dirt, his words terrified her.

"Don't move,"

She froze with fear. Was he going to kill her. Perhaps under than dirt, was the bodies of the last few girls he abducted???? She regreted her giggle, and wondered if she should apologise for it, and beg his forgiveness. She was not ready to die, no way. She had thought earlier that beign killed escaping would be better than being his prisioner, but now, she was reevaluating things. Surely her friends had raised the alarm, A rescue could be underway.

He didn't kill her, or hurt her, he simply secured her remaining limbs to the remaining posts, and stood, staring down at her naked body, spread open as it was.

She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to block the vision from her mind, of him looking at her pussy.

"Tomorrow, we will begin to train you to be a good slave."

He left, shutting out the little light, as the door closed at the top of the stairs, leaving her alone. She was terrified, all night long, every strange sound, every creak, sending her onto high alert. Oddly she wished for his return, so she wouldnt be alone. She couldnt fathom it - she ought to be relieved he was gone, but his company, such as it was, was preferable to being left here on her own. What if there was a fire, or a flood, or a hurricane, demolisihing the house, or if he was in an accident, or, or, or............her mind ran on.

By morning, she was uttler exhausted, her adrenalin had gone, her nerves were stretched tight, and days, rather than hours, seemed to have passed.

After taking care of the bucket, emptied, and rinsed out, JW went upstairs and fell into the bed and slept like a log. His conscience clear, his nerves steady and completely relaxed. His body acutely relaxed, a soft snore coming from him.

He woke bright and early, as he always did. His cock was turgid, pressing the sheet straight up into the air. Peeing and brushing his teeth, JW grabbed the bucket and headed into the basement.

Flicking on the light as he entered, JW took the steps two at a time until he reached the bottom. She was of course still spread out, staked to the ground. "First thing you should do each morning when you see me, is say 'Good morning, Master' cheerfully."

"Do it now"

Light flooded the basement, and she was instanly fully awake, her broken sleep forgotten, as foot steps thudded down the stairs.

"First thing you should do each morning when you see me, is say 'Good morning, Master' cheerfully."

She raised her head, looked at him, and more pointedly at the bucket he was carrying. Was she to use that all the time?? She glanced aroudn quickly, but did not see any plumbing anywhere that might suggest a propery bathroom, and her heart sank.


"Do it now"

She was tired, and aching throughout, and after yesterday, and her sleep deprivation last night, she was exhausted, and lacking in the natural fight she usually had. She was also afraid that if she did the wrong thing, she would be plunged into darkness again, alone.

"Good Morning Master!!" she said, nothing more, but she managed a watery and weak smile to accompany the greeting. she thought she sounded pretty chipper, and she looked at him, to see if he was satisfied with her.

JW smiled as he walked around her placing the bucket at her feet. Standing at her head, he looked along her magnificent body and smiled. "You are indeed very pretty," he whispered, his voice filled with lust. Taking his clothes off he straddled her head, his heavy balls just above her chin, his asshole just above her nose.

He massaged her tits, playing with the nipples until they began to harden. As her two nubs hardened, so did his cock until the head quivered between her mountainous breasts.

Despite her situation, the bitch's breath began to come in faster and more shallow gasps. As a moan escaped her, followed by a sob, JW trailed his hands down her stomach until he reached that beautiful juncture that defined her sex.

Clasping his hand around the entire region, he began massaging her sex, his middle finger pressing against the opening. Slowly he worked, time was on his side, and her body reacted to the stimulation. With the speed of flowing molasses her pussy began to warm to his touch, liquid began to collect inside her, then seep out. Raising the finger to his mouth, JW moan as he sucked and licked her succulent essence off his finger.

His cock began seeping its clear lubricant, collecting in the slit and then seeping down until it dripped onto her breastbone. His movements bobbed his cock up and down, then left and right, spreading his seepage across her tits and chest.

Finger wet with saliva, JW placed it at her opening and then pressed it into her. Languidly, he fingered her tight pussy, pressing the heel of his hand against her clit with each penetration into her. "Ask your Master nicely, and I will let you cum." h

As he straddled her head, she worried that he might lower his weight and suffocate her. His ass was right on her nose, and the muskiness was forced on her with every inward breath.

She was not flattered by his compliment, it seemed to be more of a threat in her current circumstances. He teased her nipples, and she blushed as she felt them react, hardening. His fingeres moved freely down her body, and began to massage her pussy. She was almost holding her breath waiting to see what was to come next.

He began to probe her with his finger, to rub her clit, and pump his finger inside her now dampening tunnel. Soon, his work began to draw a reaction from her, and wet slurping noises seemed obscenely loud in the silence. Her clit throbbed,and she knew she was very near the edge.

"Ask your Master nicely, and I will let you cum."

She didn't want to. She remained silent, and the minutes ticket by, a battle between his will and her body, and it was one she was ultimately bound to lose. No matter how she tried, she was tipping toward the edge. but she could not go over, he kept stopping as she drew to the brink, and then he would build her up again.

"Master, let me cum!!" she moaned as she lifted her hips toward his hands, trying to intensify the touch to her clit, to send her over the abyss.

Her body was writhing under his hands, her hips pressing trying to find the relief he knew her body needed so very badly. "Master, let me cum!!" was her response.

He immediately pulled his finger out of her with a wet plop, the ball of his hand vacating her clit immediately. "No. You didn't ask nicely."

He stood up over her, his hard cock hovered over her head. His voice sounded hurt, pained, as he whispered, "I am very disappointed in you." He walked over to the closet under the stairs then opened the door and flipped a switch.

Almost immediately, a fifteen second spray of cold water came from the four posts soaking her and the topsoil beneath her.

JW climbed the stairs, turned off the light, and closed the door to the basement. He cooked breakfast, ate it and drank the half pot of coffee he had made with the breakfast.

Surfing the internet, looking for stories of a missing woman from the Crater of Diamonds Park, and saw none. It was perfect. He had gotten away with it.

He retrieved her stuff from the van and went through her possessions. As he was studying her driver's license, he smiled as he heard the sprinklers sputter to life in the basement, soaking the bound beauty for another fifteen seconds. He glanced up at the clock, and muttered, "Yep, exactly an hour."

"No. You didn't ask nicely."


Those words brought her out of her near orgasmic bliss with a thud. He left her, and despite the circumstances of the being together, she felt the loss of him. She raised her head, trying to see what he was doing, and she saw him go to a cupboard, and she dreaded what it might contain.

She screamed, when the sudden, icy cold jets of water hit her, and she looked at him and watched, as he climbed the stairs, and plunged her into darkness once more. The icy shower continued for a seemingly endless time, before finally stopping,leaving her icy cold, covered in goose bumps, and lying in a pool of muddy water, and dame earth.

She cried. Not simply for the loss of her orgasm, which had been so incredibly close, but also for the sudden loss of company, and that feeling confused her. She hated him, she feared him, but perhaps she feared being alone to an even greater extent.

Her tears had just abated, when the icy jets suddenly started again, shocking her once more. Twice more after that it happened, and she figured they were on a timer, and she had been able to anticipate the fourth shower.

She was freezing, sore from remaining in the one position, all night long, and she was utterly miserable. She wanted to curl into a ball, to at least, confort herself, but she could not, chained as she was.

JW puttered around the house through the morning assembling tools for the afternoon session. His heart hammered in his chest, his cock stood on end with pre-cum soaking the front of his drawers. A brass ring and a thin nylon rope which he tied into a Anchor Bend knot. Testing the knot and ring, the rope slid easily through and nestled tightly around his calf.

Satisfied, he fixed soup for lunch then grabbed the knotted rope and ring. Going down the stairs he flicked on the light and saw her shivering the cold water pooling around her body, the wet soil clinging to her body.

Her nipples were taut, two enticing cherries atop the lush mounds of flesh which pulled slightly to each side. JW turned the timer off and walked over to her. Standing above her, rope in his right hand, JW said, "When you want something, say, 'Please' when you ask, and 'Thank you' if I grant it. Understand?" His voice was even and calm, much like the tone one used when explaining something that should be obvious.

Barbara was freezing cold, and very uncomfortable as she lay spreadeagled in the wet ground. Time seemed to be standing still, and she began to wonder if he was ever coming back down. As much as she feared him, she hated being alone down here, in the dark.

Finally, the chink of light at the top of the stairs widened, and the lights flicked on, and she lifted her head, and smiled as she saw him approach. Her mind recoiled - why the fuck was she smiling at this monster who'd abducted her??? She watched as he went to the cupboard, and did something, hopefully turning off those blasts of icy water.

Her flesh was covered in goose bumps, and her nipples stood up like pencil erasers, contracted and chilled. She could smell something from upstairs - soup, stew perhaps, and her stomach rumbled reminding her how long it had been since she had eaten.

"When you want something, say, 'Please' when you ask, and 'Thank you' if I grant it. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Yes, I understand, and I'm sorry..... about before." she bit her lip, wondering if she should say it or not, but she was starving, and if she was to have any chance of escape, she would need to keep her strength up.

"Please may I have something to eat? I am so very hungry!"

She waited to see what his reaction would be, thinking that he would have to untie her to let her eat, and perhaps she might get an opportunity then to make a break for it.

JW smiled as she apologized, his voice was warm as he said, "Apology accepted; and thank you." Squatting next to her, he put the rope around her neck and then ran the tail through the ring. He pulled it taut and then tied it off to the post, saying, "Please don't pull against it, you will choke if you do."

He waited until he saw her acknowledgment and the look of disappointment in her face before he freed her from the manacles that secured her to the posts. Grabbing the rope, he untied the end and said, "Roll over onto your hands and knees. Until you have earned the privilege to stand, you will crawl. Understand?"